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redheadspark · 7 months

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Miss

Summary - Azriel missed you on his latest mission, and he shows you how much he has missed you

Warnings - SMUT SMUT SMUT! This is a SMUT one piece, NO MINORS FROM HERE ON OUT!

A/N - I am no SMUT writer, apologies in advance!

You were right at the peak, beyond close to tipping over and having that euphoria of pleasure consume you once again for the fifth time that night. But then again, you were wishing not to let go just yet, this was the right amount of pleasure that was now wrapping around your bones and consuming you from the inside out. All thanks to the Illyrian Spymaster above you who was taking his sweet time fucking you.

This was his game: the game of Azriel the Shadowsinger of Night Court.

All you could breathe was Azriel, all you could feel was Azriel, and all you could ever experience was Azriel. There was no doubt that this was the best kind of drug that you could ever consume and need in your face life, even after 300 hundred years together as mates. Azriel snuck into your life, someone you never saw coming when you were introduced by Mor. There was no instant explosion of lust, nor was it bone dry and unfeeling. It felt like you were slipping into a warm bath, your muscles unwinding instantly and a sigh of relief on your lips as you two shook hands for the first time. Although you were friends at first, you both knew deep down that you were going to be connected in some way.

It only took a few years after meeting and building your friendship to feel the bond take place. From there on out, it was game over.

Azriel never stopped his hips, his toned muscles along his backside were working on overdrive as he was having over you while fucking you with such precision laced with intimacy and devotion, it was almost tooth aching. But this was how Azriel worked when you two were in the throws of pleasure, going in right for the kill at the very beginning and then taking his time later on. His patience in giving you pleasure could not be measured by any other, though you were not one to complain at all. If he could, he could keep you on edge for hours on end and still have the drive to make you come undone within seconds.

Azriel was good at this game, and you would let him win every time.

"Oh fuck, my love," He growled against your cheek as his hips were still rolling. Your legs were parted easily, sore for being spread for some time but now the feeling now a dull ache. Just feeling his toned muscles and body against your own was enough for you to forget your thighs that were shaking. His arms braced your head as your arms clung to his shoulders, feeling a bit of his wings as they were tucked against his back. He kissed your cheek a few times as you were holding on for dear life, hearing him murmur, "I don't think I can ever stop,"

"Fuck…fuck don't stop," You moaned and pleaded as he gave a few hard thrusts, having your eyes roll back as his smile against your jaw was evident.

"I won't ever leave you that long ever again," He swore, engraining it in your skin as you bit your lower lip and moved one of your hands to run into his sweaty locks, "It was too….fuck…too long away from you, from being able to touch you like this…"

As if on cue, he moved one of his hands from being near your head to rubbing your clit, having you moan loudly and curl into him as the pleasure was now heightened to the tenth degree. You were putty in his hands, and Azriel smirked from feeling you shake once his thumb rubbed your clit slowly and deliberately.

You both knew you needed this night together, Azriel being away for almost an entire month thanks to Rhysand and his need for Azriel and his Spymaster ability. Rhysand was on a tour of sorts to the other Courts, his own way of keeping peace with the other High Lords and going over the treaties that were signed. Rhsyand was more than willing to go on his own, not letting High Lady Feyre come nor their own Nyx. Feyre was running Night Court without him and Nyx was too young. If left him having both Cassian and Azriel come along with him, Cassian talking to other army commanders in other courts, and Azrile being a second pair of eyes and ears in those meetings.

You were left alone from your mate for that long month, keeping busy and helping your High Lady. But you weren't going to lie and say you didn't miss your mate, his company with you, your talks together, and most of all, the intimacy with him. There was no doubt you two had a healthy sex life, a very healthy one at that. The jokes from Rhysand and Cassian about Azriel and his high energy in bed were always evident when you and Azriel just got together, though you never let it affect you.

But you knew those rumors were true when you and Azriel first slept together.

"Azriel…Az please.." You mewled as his thumb was still rubbing your clit and his hips were still going at a constant cadence that was both filthy and yet touching at the same time. Azriel knew how to fuck and he fucked well, no matter how many times you two were together like this, he made your heart soar and your moans sound lethal. This night was no different, Azriel starting off the night instantly as you two made it back to your penthouse home in the city. Azriel left his hesitance at the door, perching you on the edge of the kitchen island as he sank to his knees and dived in between your legs within seconds. Shaking and moaning with no shame, you felt yourself cumming within two minutes of him licking into your pussy with just his tongue alone. Watching your orgasm and your shake on the counter drew more desire from him, his chin still glistening from your release as he then licked his own fingers to have a second round with you.

Another four minutes, you came from his fingers. Azriel was only warming up.

"Please what, my love?" He asked as he watched your eyes dilated and your lips parted in pleasure as he was still pounding into you slowly and with deep precision, "There is no way I can be done with you when you look and feel like this, beyond words," He lightly bit your jawline as you huffed and bit your lower lip, "I can't get enough of you, ever. Nothing else has ever come close in my love, and I don't want anything else,"

You moaned, both from his words and how on edge you were. He nuzzled into your cheek for a brief moment, breathing in your scent that was mixed with sex as he leaned back to be sitting on his legs. Seeing you sprawled on your satin sheets, a gift from Rhysand on your wedding day, blissed out in pleasure with your hair plastered to your neck and cheeks and your eyes wide in love, Azriel thought you were heavenly. His cock was still nestled deep inside of you, your pussy aching both in intense pleasure and lust as he drank in the sight of you. He wanted this picture for the rest of his days, Inca se he had to go away again and think of you deep in the night for him to have something to come back to.

This night alone was memorable, fucking you against the shower wall as the water went cold against his back, then taking you from behind on the bathroom floor moments after turning off the water in the shower. Which led to you two tangled on your bed, you riding him with a new core of desire in your belly. But this, being pinned under Azriel as he was relentlessly fucking you into the mattress, was beyond words and made you feel like you were floating out of your body.

Azriel was a pro at this.

"Cauldron, you're breathtaking," He hummed in lust as he was watching you while still perched over you, his cock rock hard inside your pussy as you lazily grinned. You were still on edge, but that ache was nothing new for you in how he would draw this out for as long as he could to make your orgasm mind-numbingly amazing. You reached up with one spare hand, Azriel then leaning down to have you cradle his face with your palm. But your fingers were near his lips, you tracing his Lowe lips to feel how plump they were and you moaned.

"Gods you're divine," You moaned as his hazel eyes drilled into your own. Without breaking eye contact, he opened his mouth to let two of your fingers slip into his mouth lustfully. His tongue along your digits, with the wicked grin on his face, was enough to make you scream as his hips were moving again. It was such a site, Azriel fucking you deeply and with new pent-up energy as he was sucking your fingers made you teeter on edge all over again. You were so close, the feeling there along your spine and under your eyes as you were now babbling at him, knowing it was a turn-on for him to hear you moan and whimper his name.

"Fuck me…please fuck me….make me cum….make me cum. Now, Az. Now….I wanna cum…" You were repeating it like a mantra as he was drilling his hips again and again. Nothing else was in your head, only the love you had for Azriel and how much he cherished you in his life. He placed you first in all his choices and decisions as a Spymaster, choosing the less threatening missions and fights just to keep himself safe to come home to him. How he loved you with both his words and his actions whenever he could. Azriel felt as if you two being mates was fate for him, meant to be, and nothing would change that for him in his mind. Not even the Cauldron itself would take you away from him.

And watching you orgasm, howling in pure pleasure and euphoria was enough for Azriel to also fall over the edge. He felt himself empty inside of you, the sense of love and relief all over his body as his wings shot out in the moment of him summing. The release, the new layer of love that was unleashed with the both of you, made Azriel almost float to the sky if he could.

He would choose you over anything, over anyone, in this lifetime or beyond.

Finally feeling boneless, he collapsed on top of you and held you close, still deep inside of you but not wishing to lose that connection anytime soon. Holding you close, he breathed you in as your fingers were tracing his arms with the tips of your fingers. Azriel held you like a jewel, delicately and with possession at the same time, while his lips were pecking along your neck and shoulder. No matter how many times you two would fuck, there was still the foundation of you two loving each other.

Loving each other through the highs of your life and the lows. Through the tragedies and the joy. Azriel loved you with everything in him, you grinning against his head as you finally found your voice.

"If you intended on giving me the best sleep, then you have done well, my love," You said against his forehead. Ariel laughed, the vibration of his laughter was against your neck as he held you a pinch tighter.

"You bring this side of me out in the best way," He cooed, then moved his head up to be eye to eye with you as your gaze on him lingered with affection. He paused, looking you over and feeling the sensation of peace between the two of you. Even in the tossed sheets and deep in the night, you both were back to the solid foundation of your love together.

"I've missed you so," He whispered to you, making your heart flutter as he nuzzled your nose with his.

"Not as much as I missed you," You hummed back, ruffling his hair as he leaned in to kiss you.

The End

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surielstea · 7 days

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Tattoos older than you

Based off that Tik Tok trend: “I have tattoos older than you.” because age gap is everyone’s favorite trope, let’s be honest.

Pairing: Azriel x Archeron!Reader

Warnings: Age gap | suggestive | cute fluffiness

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I peek my head through the door of a familiar Shadow Singers bedroom with a mischievous grin. "Love, not tonight," The male warns from his desk, giving me a pointed look. I enter anyway, closing the door behind me with a soft click.

He sighs in faux disappointment as I approach him, footsteps padding on his carpet as shadows swarm me, curling around my ankles, up my arms, into my hair. "They love me," I beam, looking at the dark tendrils.

“They do,” He nods in heavy agreement, as if they never shut up about that fact.

"And so do you," I redirect my attention to the winged male in front of me.

"Do I?" He tilts his head tauntingly and as my reply I straddle over his lap, mounting his hips with a knowing smile. "I think I'm too old, forgot how to love," He shrugs.

"Az you're not that old," I groan.

"I'm twenty-three times your age," He argues, and my amused grin returns.

"You did the math," I tease, leaning closer to him, and pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips.

"Of course I did, I can't get you out of my head," He grumbles as if it's my fault he's always thinking of me.

"Then why can't you admit that you're in love with me?" I cup his face in my hands, tilting his head and forcing him to look into my eyes.

"I do love you, and that's why I refuse to subject you to the judgment that us being together will bring you," He denies and my smile falters.

"I don't care about the judgment, I just want you," I confess, dragging a hand through his hair. "C'mon, Az," I huff, arching my back so my chest is pressed to his as I tease his lips with my own. His large hands come to my waist, his touch is tender and for a moment I think he'll give in, but instead, his grip tightens and he lifts me off his lap, placing my feet down onto the ground.

"No, the difference is too much," He rejects and I groan dramatically. The Illyrian stands, looking down at me with lowered brows. His height towers over me and his wings only add to the intimidating factor. Such an animalistic thing to do, making himself appear bigger than he truly is. He was trying to scare me off, and it wasn't going to work.

"You're fae, does age really matter as an immortal?" I take a daunting step forward and he mirrors it with a step back.

"When I'm old enough to be your great, great, great grandfather? Yes," He argues and I roll my eyes, such a stupid analogy.

"But you're not," I take another step forward.

"But I could be," He doesn't pace back.

"But, you're not," I repeat with another stride and suddenly I'm directly in front of him, chest to chest. He looks at me, his eyes swirling with both adoration and regret, adoration because he loves me, and regret because he allowed me to love him back. I stare with the most devoting and comforting gaze I can muster, I don't dare break eye contact, making it clear that my stance on the matter won't sway.

"I have tattoos older than you, love," He drags his hand through his hair, and I know in that movement that he's been defeated.

"Oh, I know," I bring my hand up to his neck, my nail tracing over dark ink that's lived there for centuries.

"You're like a friend to—" He tries but I cut him off, "That's bullshit, I could treat you better than all your previous lovers and you know it," I claim and he looks at me with those same hazel eyes I fell in love with.

He sighs, clearly upset because he's horribly losing this argument.

"Your five-hundred-year-old brothers are dating my twenty-year-old sisters. They can't judge and isn't it their opinion that matters most?" I point out and he slowly closes his eyes, needing a moment to think about the situation.

"They're mates," He attempts to explain but I don't buy it for a moment, I sling my arms around the nape of his neck with a troublesome smile.

"Are you trying to tell me you don't feel a connection between us?" I ask and he only stares down at me, knowing that if he spoke all of his truest intentions would come out.

"We're in love, let yourself be happy," I whisper, we're close enough so he can hear me. I lift onto my toes, our noses brushing and he doesn't have it in himself to back away. "Let me help you be happy," I murmur and his brows crease, in conflict with himself and everything else going against this, but I could tell by that look on his face that he wanted every part of this too.

"Do you know how helpless you make me feel?" He rasps and my smile widens.

"That's called love, Az," I explain.

"Is it always so consuming?" He asked, his voice tender and raw. My heart swells against my rib cage and I tilt my head, nose moving past his as I press a gentle kiss onto his lips then pull away as quick as I came.

“Yes,” I whisper, knowing the exact feeling he was describing. “And it’s not going to go away,” I smile softly. "Because you love me," I mumble, mostly to myself, the new confession will be at the front of my brain for the rest of the week.

"A little too much for my liking," He hums.

"Impossible," I shake my head with a grin and he leans in, pressing a hard kiss to my forehead, then one on the tip of my nose, and finally plants one to my lips. I pull him closer, my chest pressing to his as I smile onto his lips, my fingers twining into the back of his hair.

“I do love you,” He whispers against my skin as he begins to peck down the line of my jaw.

“I know,” I tease, dragging my hand from his hair and down the expanse of his tattooed neck. He pulls back only a fraction, narrowing his brows with a glare and I giggle.

“I love you too, Azzie,” I roll my eyes, pressing a tender kiss to his lips which he barely got the chance to reciprocate before I was pulling away.

“I hate it when you call me that,” He huffs.

“Would you rather I call you my great-grandfather?” I smirk and he playfully pushes me away, and I dramatically fall down onto his bed.

“I’m revoking sex tonight for that,” He warned and I smirked.

“Not even for the rest of the week? You must really love me,” I croon and he tosses me a glare before climbing into bed beside me.

“An unfortunate turn of events,” He sighed while slinging his arm around me and pulling me into him, as if it was torturous to be cuddling with me even though it was him pulling me closer.

I sling my leg over his waist and roll over, straddling his hips.

“I can’t believe you ever thought you could reject me,” I scoff and he looks up at me with a knowing expression.

“Shh, sleep now.” He pulls me down onto his chest, my chin propping up on his sternum to stare up at him. “You can tease me all you want in the morning,” He promises as I stretch out, my legs intertwining with his.

“Sounds like a perfect plan.”

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thelov3lybookworm · 1 month

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Juice Stains

Summary: A day alone with the babe. What could go wrong?

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A/n: because @secret-third-thing's this post inspired me to have eris washing socks lol you can all thank her for inspiring me 🤭

anyways, enjoyy!!

No one told Eris that giving a two year old child a glass of juice would result in him cursing his own existence.

His wife had gone to visit her friend in summer court, only just getting the chance to leave Amelia in his care since her birth. Eris had forced her to go himself, practically spewing a speech to get her nerves to calm.

Oh how he regretted that now as he rubbed the tiny fabric against itself in his hands, the water constantly running proving to be of no help against the stubborn stain of the orange juice spilled on the sock.

And the culprit of this crime? She was happily laughing away as she watched her father suffer for her actions.

Sleeves rolled up to his elbows, Eris sighed, wondering how the hell Y/n handled situations like this. His back was screaming in pain, his fingers cramping after long moments of clutching at the tiny sock of his daughter.

The stain simply refused to come off, only adding to the list of things Eris was frustrated about as he leaned back, trying to straighten his back and get rid of at least some of the pain, his eyes wandering around the room.

It was a mess, and that was putting it lightly.

On the bed lay the heap of little clothes Eris had been looking through earlier to dress his little princess after her bath, wanting to pick the most comfortable and fashionable outfit suitable for someone so important.

On the couch and in front of it lay Amelia's toys, thrown around in the fit of rage she'd been before he handed her the juice.

Which, somehow, looked like the worst decision he'd made in his life.

The glass lay abandoned on the floor next to Amelia, who was chewing on her mitten like it was the tastiest fabric in the world, juice still pooled on the floor, slowly spreading.

Releasing a breath of frustration, Eris wrung the sock in his hand, then turned and stalked over to where Amelia sat, the mitten half hanging out of her mouth, her hand covered in saliva from when she had been trying to eat herself.

Cannibalism?

Eris knew it was ridiculous to think that, but how was he to shut his mind down when he was too tired to even blink?

"Come on, its nap time." He muttered lowly, leaning down to gather Amelia in his arms, who offered him a toothy grin for his suffering.

Despite her making him work so much, he could not stay mad. Hell, he could not even bring himself to be irritated or fault her for his tiredness. She was too adorable for that.

As he slowly set her down on her back on the fluffy mattress, uncaring that she was laying diagonally on the bed, he let himself smile at her.

"Are you happy after making daddy work so much?"

She squealed as he buried his face in her neck, giggling and trying to push him away when he tried to bite at her cheek.

"You deserve that punishment, you know that right?"

Her eyes twinkled back at him, and he sighed, settling down next to her, his body from the knee down hanging off.

"I'm resting a little before mommy returns. Remind me to clean up before then, will you?"

He patted her back, gently humming a tune to get her to sleep as she babbled out an answer he was too tired to even try and decipher. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep, even though she was the one who should have been sleeping.

No, she stayed awake, talking to herself and playing with the wet sock he still had in his hand and giggling at the wet splat the material made when she slapped it onto her father's face.

She did not, in fact, wake him up before mommy arrived.

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chichikoi · 2 months

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hiraeth.

part II. synopsis: she watches as cassian falls for another, grappling with her own hidden affections and their newly snapped mating bond in the process. pairing: cassian x fem!reader fandom: a court of thorns and roses (book series by sarah j maas) genre: angst warnings: none a/n: house of balloons/glass table girls, this is his song... i love him. fluff part two coming up OBVIOUSLY, im not fucking ending it like this i cant do this to my #1 loverboy babygirl kitty princess beloved. @joyseuphoria hi <3

Cassian had always been the beacon of power and resolve, with a demeanor rugged and unyielding. But beneath the surface was vulnerability, and she knew that it was written in the stars for her to remain by his side as his closest friend and confidante, never to become one to uncover that side of him.

But it didn’t make it easier. Watching him as he fell for Nesta’s every glance, every touch, every word that escaped her mouth seemed to throw him deeper and deeper into a trance. And she was fine with that, and accepted it. Accepted that she would never be the object of his softened glances, his featherlight touches, his-

Her thoughts halted as Cassian stormed into the room, frustration radiating off him in waves. She glanced up from her book, her eyes immediately catching the tension etched onto his features. Without a word, she closed her book and shifted, making room for him on the couch.

Cassian collapsed beside her, his movements rough yet familiar. He stretched out, his feet finding their place on her lap almost instinctively. Y/N didn't flinch; instead, she settled into the comfortable silence, waiting for Cassian to speak.

"It's Nesta," he finally muttered, his voice heavy with frustration. "Training with her…it was like walking on eggshells. One wrong move, and she was tearing into me with those ice-cold eyes."

She listened attentively, her gaze soft as she absorbed his words. "It was like she was always testing me," Cassian continued, his voice growing softer with each word. "Pushing me to my limits, making me question everything I thought I knew about myself."

Her fingers instinctively started to massage his feet as he spoke. It was a small gesture, one born out of years of friendship and trust. Cassian didn't protest; instead, he leaned back against the cushions, allowing the soothing touch to ease the tension from his muscles.

As the minutes stretched on, their conversation ebbed and flowed, the weight of Cassian's burdens slowly lifting with each passing moment. Y/N listened, offering words of comfort when needed, but mostly content to provide silent support.

Cassian's breathing eventually evened out, his body relaxing against the cushions. Y/N glanced down to find him fast asleep, his features softened by the serenity of slumber. She smiled softly, her heart swelling with affection.

Suddenly, chains, bolts, and locks shifted, loosening, their weight growing just a little more tolerable. A soul peeked through. Broken, scarred, and trembling — with fear, she realized, but it stretched further and further. Yearning, searching.

It was as though a tether had snapped into place, an invisible thread binding her to Cassian in a way she had never felt before. Confusion flickered as she processed the intensity of the connection, the undeniable pull drawing her closer to him.

She was aware that this was not happening in the slightest. A mind trick. A dream, she thought. betraying once, the jolt of real-time that pushed through her. Burning her cheeks and stealing her breath. How the waking world slipped past the knobby parts of her fingers like a whisper, barely there, because dreaming was just a fancier word for getting lost. It held her there, suspended in imagination and for every second, it felt real. Like she could grasp the outlines and the textures. Like she could touch the weather, drink the clouds, and taste the sunlight.

The gods who had her in a chokehold withdrew.

Death feared her too, it seemed.

He was soaring in the air, and she was on the ground. She tried to reach him but he was far, far out of her reach. Seconds ticked by, and then minutes, and every thought that tried to sneak its way in, through this thick veil, bounced off and dissipated into thin air.

Because she then remembered… that beautiful things shouldn’t be broken. And she had a knack for breaking things.

The soft rays of dawn streamed through the windows of the House of Wind, casting a warm glow over the sitting room where she and Cassian had fallen asleep. As she stirred from her slumber, she found herself alone on the couch, the imprint of Cassian's presence still lingering in the air. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, her mind foggy with the remnants of… dreams? Visions? She felt as though the very fabric of her existence had been torn asunder, leaving her adrift in a sea of uncertainty, but when has that ever stopped her?

So she stood on the ground and longed.

part II here >>

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sapchat · 3 months

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Ways to add simple little details to Prythian in your stories!

For the Autumn Court this one is basic and many people use it: Males gift their fiancées, wives, mates fox kits as a symbol of their love and good luck with the relationship. To make it sadder, Beron never did this for Lady A, so when Eris found out about this tradition he got his mom one!

For the Dawn Court: Like how the night court Illyrians put the women down, what if the Dawn Court was the opposite and the Peregryn females would put the males down. In the real world male birds are held to a high standard for breeding, I feel like Peregryn instincts would cause this and it just gives more to a story than the females constantly being the abused. Also they’re stomach/side sleepers. I talk more about this below with the night court just to not repeat myself.

Day Court is full of bastards. You can NOT convince me that it isn’t. Helion is laying the fucking pipe like he’s discovered oil. And the reason I feel this is because of @florencemtrash ‘s story “The Shadow and the Inkbird” (also it’s really good go read it if you haven’t) where the MFC is Helions bastard, and meets Lucien and instantly realizes that they’re halfsiblings. And I was like ya know the Day Court is probably like Game of Thrones Dorne. Dorne is know for their bastards almost every persons name in that city is ‘Sand’ because they’re all bastards basically. So I just KNOW that Helion probably has other kids than just Lucien. And everyone in that court is fucking.

Summer Court has mermaids. It’s basic, it’s simple and it’s true. There’s mermaids.

Night Court, listen we already now a lot about the Nigh Court but this pertains to Illyrian’s so I feel it’s different. They’re stomach/side sleepers. They are. You can’t tell me that two massive wing sticking out of your back would allow you to lay on your back. It can’t be comfortable. Like have you ever tried sleeping with like a ponytail/claw clip in? It ain’t nice. Now imagine it with two that sit right beside your shoulder blades and the clips are like 3ft long? Idk how long the base would be but like probably pretty fucking long to allow actual flight capabilities. Also when they sleep on their side they just have their wings straight out, now like laying on one and the other out. They’ve got big ass beds for a reason spread out. (Cassian fully takes up a bed like star fish style just on his stomach. Nesta is sick of it.)

Spring Court, during the Spring Equinox the High Lord chooses someone to dress up and hand out spring gifts to family’s (usually kids). When Tamlin became High Lord he appointed himself to do so. During this time Tamlin also gives many of the less fortunate families something they can later use for the Tithe.

Winter Court puts on a celebration for the children called Three Kings Day. Family’s with children are welcomed to the castle(? Do they have castles…?) and the bakers leave a cake outside the doors of the family, inside the cakes (this is a real thing from Puerto Rico/France/Spain too btw, the cake is called la galette des rois (Kings Cake)) are toys/coins. Whichever children find them get to wear a crown for the day and called Kings/Queens (Kallias started the tradition that all kids get to do this, he’s a softy).

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hellodarling1357 · 5 months

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Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts? (Cassian x Reader) - Part 4

Here it is!! The 4th (and possibly final) part of Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts?

If anyone wants to see anything else out of this fic, let me know and I’ll be more than happy to write it! But for now I’m going to focus on working through the requests that have been sent in and outlining another (much longer) Cassian x Reader fic that I’ve been thinking about for a while now!

You can read part one, two and three here if you need to catch up ❤️

Word Count: 2.6k

You blindly pushed your way through the crowd, no real destination in mind, you just needed to get away from everyone. Away from him.

There was no chance of holding back your tears now and you inwardly cringed at the scene you were making as the crowd of gaping people watched and parted for you.

“Y/N.”

The shout of your name had a quiet sob escaping from your lips and the murmured apologies that came from behind told you that Cassian was chasing after you.

Bursting onto the, thankfully empty, balcony you heaved a breath as you lent against the banister, trying to stop the trembles that coursed over your body.

“Y/N,” Cassian shut the door behind him, preventing the onlookers from watching the scene play out. “What’s going on? What was that?”

You couldn’t find the words, so instead just shook your head as the tears fell, refusing to meet his eye.

Sensing him now standing beside you, you flinched when his arm lifted up and wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you closely into his side as he gently caressed the bare skin of your arm. Cassian didn’t know what was wrong but he was damned sure going to at least try to offer you some comfort. But when you let out a cold, disbelieving laugh and stepped out of his grip, Cassian’s brows furrowed, his worry, concern and confusion amplified by your dismissal.

“Don’t,” your voice croaked and your body missed the momentary warmth he had provided. “It’s not fair, Cassian. You know how I… Look, I’m happy for you, truely I am. But I can’t pretend that it doesn’t hurt. I just, I need some space.”

Your eyes brimmed with tears again as you stared out across the sprawled city of Velaris, desperately trying to keep yourself together, not being able to bear the thought of Cassian seeing you crumble even further apart.

“I don’t understand,” Cassian’s voice was laced in question. “Can’t pretend what doesn’t hurt? Y/N, if I’ve done something then I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, but you need to tell me what it is because I’m coming up blank here. Hels, we haven’t even properly seen each other since…” He trailed off, running a hand through his hair, as if remembering what he had drunkenly said before it had all spiralled out of control.

Still leaning against the balcony, eyes squeezed tightly shut, you didn’t notice Cassian edging closer to stand beside you again until he gently took your hand in his.

“Y/N, if it’s about what I said the other night, it doesn’t have to change anything. You’re right, I was drunk, really drunk, and now that—“

You ripped your hand away from his, not wanting to hear what you assumed would be “…and now that Evalina is back.”

“Just go away, Cass.” You finally turned to face him, just barely witnessing his crestfallen expression change into one of shock and frustration as he let out a huff.

“I know it was unexpected, but you don’t have to act like I’ve—“

“Like you’ve what, Cassian? Like you suddenly, out of the blue decide to tell me that you love me? And then, what? Not even 24 hours later, you and Evalina are walking arm in arm down the Sidra.”

“What does Evalina have to do with any of this?”

Cassian could understand why you would be angry about what he had confessed to you that night. Hels, the fear of his feelings getting in the way of your friendship is what stopped him from saying anything earlier. But even though your rejection of him being anything more than a friend was apparent, he didn’t have any regrets about finally putting everything out in the open. At least now that he knew where you stood, he could have a chance of moving on instead of living for the blind hope that soared within him at every smile and glance you sent his way.

Despite all of this, he was still completely thrown at the mention of his ex’s name, not quite understanding how it played a part in you being mad about him admitting his feelings. You, however, just continued in your outburst, not even registering Cassian’s interjection.

“And the worst bit about all of this is that it’s my fault” You let out a sad laugh at the realisation. “If I had just heard you out the other morning, let you explain and tell me for yourself, then I wouldn’t have been letting myself get my hopes up that you actually felt the same way, wouldn’t be thinking that maybe we could actually work, after all these years, only to find out, from Evalina of all people, what had happened.”

Cassian swiped his thumb over your cheek, wiping away your tears, the gesture bringing your rant to a standstill as you stared at him with wide eyes.

The confusion slowly ebbed away as Cassian started to piece together what you were saying, that this whole mess had just been a stupid misunderstanding from both of you. Still, he needed to hear you say it, needed to hear what had taken shape in your mind which was so, so far from the truth.

As that glimmer of hope flickered back to life, Cassian softly asked, “What do you mean by what had happened, Y/N? What does Evalina have to do with this?”

You looked at him as though he had been hit over the head, not understanding why he was forcing you to say the words that had your mouth feeling like sandpaper and caused your heart to feel as though it were being torn apart.

“That you and Evalina realised you were mates?” You slowly said in confusion, before hurriedly saying, so as not to take away from your friend’s happiness, “Look, I’m happy for you. I really am. But, gods Cass, I’m not going to lie, I’ve been so deeply in love with you for years now, and I thought you meant what you said to me, and then finding out it’s actually Evalina…I think I just need some time...”

And there it was.

Rhys and Azriel had been telling him for years to get his shit together because you obviously felt the same way, but not once did he think it could actually be true.

The wide grin that spread across Cassian’s face had you balking, sure, the mating bond could make those involved get overly intense when it comes to their mate, especially at the beginning. But you would’ve thought that he would be somewhat courteous of your feelings after bearing your heart to him.

“Y/N, are you jealous?”

You blinked at him, silenced by his blunt and sudden question as feelings of shock and enragement coursed through you at his blatant arrogance.

“Fuck you, Cassian.”

Letting out a disbelieving scoff, you turned on your heel back towards the party, trying to decide on whether you should find Mor and let her assist you in drinking away your sorrows, or slipping away so that you could cry yourself to sleep.

Your foot had lifted a mere inch off the ground before a strong hand was circling your wrist and spinning you back around.

The intensity of Cassian’s expression left you breathless, his eyes frantically scanning over your face, searching for the answer to an unasked question.

He must’ve found what he was looking for, for no less than a second later, his other hand was cupping your face before pulling you against him and pressing his lips to yours in a searing kiss.

You let yourself get lost in the feel of his mouth and the closeness of his body. A small moan left you as all thoughts disappeared, leaving your mind vacant of everything that wasn’t the male in front of you.

Finally breaking the kiss, Cassian lent his forehead against yours as he took in deep breaths, unable to contain his grin or control his breathing, especially at the sight of you before him.

You kept your eyes squeezed tightly shut, the pounding of your heart and your breath mixing with Cassian’s stealing you of all your senses as your mind tried to play catch up.

“Cass…what?”

But his deep chuckle reverberated through you before he pressed another kiss to your lips, the corner of your mouth, your cheek, your forehead, as though he couldn’t get enough of you, until finally…

“She’s not my mate.”

Your blank stare prompted him to repeat what he had said, grin still very much present as he rubbed his hands up and down your arms.

“Evalina. She’s not my mate—“

“But—“

Another kiss silenced you before he continued with a pointed look, telling you to let him finish.

“I don’t know what you saw the other day, but we bumped into each other at one of the markets, she’s just moved back from Dawn and we figured it was about time we talked and cleared the air.”

“But she said you were mates?”

This time Cassian pressed a kiss to the top of your head before leading you over to one of the bench seats that overlooked Velaris, softly taking your hands before explaining.

“No, she said she had found her mate. We saw the two of you talking earlier, I just assumed you already knew.”

“Who?” You asked before the pieces clicked into place, Evalina had just moved back from the Dawn Court…

“Bryn? From that new bar? They’re mates?”

“Yes, they are.” Another chuckle escaped him at your expression.

“Oh.”

Cassian gently nudged you with his shoulder, looking at you expectantly. But you still couldn’t entirely wrap your head around everything.

“Evalina and Bryn are mates?”

“Yes.” Cassian repeated in a bemused tone.

“But they’re so different,” You hadn’t realised you had said it aloud but Cassian just laughed in agreement, his thumb rubbing circles into your hand as he tried to get you to focus so that you could talk about where the two of you stood.

“The way she said it, she just seemed so smug…”

Cassian let out a small groan as a memory resurfaced.

“Well, she did overhear you and Mor talking about her once, something about her slim chances of even having a mate...” You paled at that, the pair of you had never openly shown your dislike for the female out of respect for Cassian, but after a few drinks you both tended to get loud and opinionated…

“Fuck, Cass, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make her feel… Shit, I knew I must’ve done something to make her not like me.”

Again, Cassian laughed and waved off your apology.

“Y/N it was over twenty year ago, trust me, it’s fine. Besides,” He trailed off, a sheepish expression crossing his features as he ran a nervous hand through his hair. “I might’ve been the reason she didn’t particularly…warm up to you.”

Not warming up to you was putting it lightly.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, she always had a suspicion, it used to drive me crazy, probably because I wouldn’t let myself admit it, but she was convinced there was something going on between us.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at that. Right. You still had to have that conversation, you just hoped you hadn’t scared him off with how you reacted earlier…

“You’re actually sort of the reason we broke up.”

Now it was Cassian’s turn to blush, his cheeks opting for a pink hue as he stared at the ground, refusing to meet your eye.

“Cass?” You gently asked. You had always wondered what had happened but never wanted to push him, their final fight had been explosive.

“Do you remember, you and Mor were going to see that play but last minute she couldn’t make it so you asked me to go with you instead?” You nodded. It had been so long ago but you would never forget that day.

“Turns out, I’d forgotten that Evalina and I were meant to get dinner that night,” Cassian seemed to hesitate before continuing. “For her birthday.”

Oh, well that made sense. After the play you had grabbed a late lunch, which turned into afternoon drinks that stretched well past midnight. Nothing had happened between the two of you, but keeping him away from her on her birthday… You knew how that would seem if Evalina already had doubts.

Noticing the slight cringe on your face, Cassian heaved a sigh.

“That’s not even the worst of it. When I got back, she was waiting up for me and I tried to make it up to her but,” Leaning forward, Cassian let out another embarrassed breath, still refusing to meet your eye. “I…I might’ve accidentally let your name slip out during... And, well, we broke up that night.”

You were stunned into silence, your cheeks turning red at the thought. Cauldron, no wonder Cassian never delved into the details surrounding the breakup. At least Evalina had since found her mate, you and Cassian’s tangled mess a long forgotten detail of her past.

However, you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you. The reality of the whole situation came crashing down as you realised how much time you had both wasted.

“So even back then?”

Cassian looked at you, question dancing in his eyes that prompted you to continue.

“So even back then, you were in love with me?” You nudged his shoulder with your own before turning back to face the view of the city, hoping to hide your overwhelming grin.

“Long before then, Y/N…” He trailed off, voice filled with emotion as his hand softly came up to cup your jaw, turning you back to face him.

Words wouldn’t be able to capture the feelings and emotions you felt in that moment, so instead you simply whispered, “Good to know.”

You raised your hand to cup his cheek, softly caressing the stubble that lingered, your other hand tightened around his as you tilted your face up to meet his lips in a soft kiss, hoping to convey all the thoughts you couldn’t yet say.

*****

The two of you lost track of time, only breaking apart at the distant sounds of awe that filtered through the night.

Looking up, you watched on as the first few stars flittered across the sky, the music from the band inside trailing out to the balcony as the brigade of colours danced across the darkness overhead.

You quickly jumped up, turning to face Cassian, whose face was filled with adoration as he watched you, and grasped his hands to pull him up alongside you as you made your way to the edge of the balcony.

Cassian stood behind you, his muscled arms wrapping around your body as he pulled you tightly against him, his face half concealed in your hair as he watched the stars fly across the sky in silence, content in witnessing this moment with you by his side.

After a moment, you leant back even further against him, turning your head to place a kiss against his neck.

“In case you missed it before,” You whispered, “I love you too.”

“Good to know.”

His words were a mock whisper of what you had said earlier, but the smile that was still present as he tilted your face closer to meet his had butterflies swarming your stomach.

The kiss was filled wish such passion and love that it left you mourning for the time you had missed together, but longing for what was yet to come.

*****

Wooooo love our miscommunicative king and queen but at least they got there in the end. Of course Evalina wasn’t going to get in the way of a happy ending 🥲

Again, if you have any one shot requests for this particular series (or any requests for that matter), my inbox is always open.

Idk, maybe it can be about whether or not Cassian and reader are mates, some Starfall smut, or a little throwback to Cassian and Evalina breaking up because of Cass’ little slip up, I really loved that detail aha! The options are endless….

Thank you so much for reading 🥰

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mists-reading-nook · 1 year

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[Celestial Ball!]

{Platonic}

{Good old Undertale and Deltarune spoilers and caps warning}

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A young lady, enters the Ball, her skin and hair the same bright shade of red, lacking any eyes whatsoever.

Wispy bangs were framed by the long loose hair from the front half of her head, while the rest was tied up in a mid-ponytail via a brown silk ribbon.

She wore a burgundy cotton dress. Off-shoulder and straight across. The foldover was ruffled chiffon, and bishop sleeves went all the way down to her mid calves. Below the black belt corset tied with another brown silk ribbon was a knee long flared skirt with an iron on butterscotch-cinnamon pie slice patch. One could see her knee high brown leather boots.

The center of her brown silk choker bore an obsidian heart with a white Delta Rune symbol engraved on it. "Center" is a lie actually, the choker and Rune lies at the center of her neck, yes, but the bow formed to tie the ribbon was to the side of the lady's neck.

Her final accessory was a headband of chocolate cosmos flowers, overflowing with the scent of chocolate. Or maybe it was the entire person. Either way, the flowers don't wilt the slightest during the event.

By her side was a cyan skinned knight of short dark blue hair that covered one of their bright red eyes. Above their black shirt and pants was light grey armor: A chest plate, spaulders, boots, and gloves. On the center of their chest plate, another engraving of the Delta Rune.

Around their neck was fabric, tied under one of the spaulders and covering the other. The fabric was either a dull blue which took on a magenta sheen, or a magenta fabric that look like dull blue under darkness, it's hard to tell.

[DELTA the RED SOUL] and her Plus One [Kris the Lightener Knight of Hometown and Castle Town] from the world of DELTARUNE ("I'm also from UNDERTALE!")

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DELTA initially drags Kris around to talk with other guests. During the introductions and conversations, she hypes the two to up high hell "'Tis I! DELTA the Angel of all Delta Runic Lores! And here is my grand champion of the Legend: Kris! The Lightner Knight of Hometown and Castle Town, Human of the Three HEROES!" And that's just the beginning of how much she brags about her and Kris.

Kris let's her do all the talking most of the time, and it's almost anticlimactic what little of an impression they make compared to her.

If you eavesdrop on them, you will hear them squabble about [Nonconsensual Possession] "On both sides! My vessel got trashed by Gaster Bastard and then I got shoved into you without a way out! Remember?", and [SAVE] "Knowing you, you probably forgot to SAVE again" "Low blow! Come on let's go to a SAVE point just to be sure.", and other subjects.

At some point DELTA and Kris will agree to separate, talk to whoever they feel most comfortable with, and stare at people and the areas for extended periods of time? They will occasionally move their position, until their eyes (or location where eyes should be in the case of DELTA) flash white for a brief moment and they leave satisfied.

That my friends is called a [SCREENSHOT] and they're taking as many as they can to share with their friend after this Ball is done with!

Additionally, DELTA has been recording her entire perspective this whole time! Everyone in Castle Town and the Lightner's involved with the Dark World will get to watch the footage as well.

Though DELTA's sleeves seem like they would get in the way, they don't seem to bother her. She makes no effort to roll up her sleeves, nor grab anything she can, be it food, drinks or anything else. It seems she needs no sustenance.

Kris does however, and on top of eating, they're going to sneak in as much food as they can onto their person. Preferably foods that provide the most health or even buffs!

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The two ultimately just want to run around, have fun, record the festivities and screenshot them to share with their friends back at home.

Yeah DELTA is annoying but she isn't here to hurt anyone, she just loves to show off her friends. Oh hey! she has pictures of all her friend from both universes and she's praising them to high hell as well to anyone who'll listen.

"And this is Prince Asriel Dreemurr, The Absolute GOD of Hyperdeath!"

But in a Ball of all sorts of deities, their plus ones, all of whom from a diverse set of universes and with a variety of personalities, some may find their childish antics and behavior irritating or worse.

When civilized conversation or play they're so used to in the Dark World (and Underground in DELTA's case) fails, and battle is the only option, the results are always the same.

It doesn't matter if they're separate or alone. They're either together, DELTA summons Kris to fight in her stead (for she herself doesn't battle), or she'll come to the center of the drama and join Kris before they start the fight.

When the knight engages in battle, the Damsel in Distress will deform in volume. Transformed into a small, bright red heart, she'll attached herself to Kris and take the lead.

In the days of yore, the [Kings] and [Queens] lead their [Knights] to victory.

The greater the strength, skill, and adaptability of their opponent, the more irritable, excited, or even bored the duo will be once the battles is won and DELTA has returned to her human form. It really depends of the enemy.

Do you know why I say won? Because DELTA can SAVE and LOAD, set back the clock and redo whatever whenever she wants. The enemy can win as many times as they want, but DELTA can close the gap of skill by LOADing again and again, learning while the enemy cannot remember. She only needs to win the battle once, SAVE, and then her and Kris's victory is the only one that matters.

DELTA and Kris even use this power to flat out change any mistakes they make or dodge scuffles altogether during the Ball. It seems battles they engage in and bother to win are ones they cannot avoid.

Oh? This a multiplayer server where progress can't be undone? This power applied to one user per World (see Flowey), ergo, DELTA's ability as what is essentially a video game player is exclusive to her. Everyone else gets reset like any other NPC. She is the [RED SOUL], and the future is in her hands.

Of course, UNDERTALE proves that this results in deja Vu and other deities may catch wind or be flat out aware of what's going on. Stronger, older beings might even be able to fight against her power or shut it down entirely.

Maybe my talk of the Angel's powers is DELTA's enthusiasm infecting ME even, maybe she isn't as overpowered as I make herself out to be.

Maybe these kids are in over their heads. Maybe when someone challenges them, Kris will collapse, defeated by the opposition, DELTA, will bring up the SAVE File and try to avoid or restart this battle, but no matter how much she tries to LOAD, it doesn't do it's magic. She'll look up, staring at the enemy in the eyes, and the Angel of No Vessel, unable to defend herself, freeze like a Darkner transforming into Stone, and under the opponent crumble into the dust of Monsters she fought for.

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DELTA!

Stay determined. . .

THE FUTURE IS IN YOUR HANDS.

DELTA

♥️

Celestial Ball

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These kids just want to have fun at the Ball, and this is their first time interacting with an actual Deity EVER! And there's so many from so many worlds and Plus Ones as well! Oh, and this is a Celestial Ball, DELTA just *has* to explore every nook and cranny of the place. When she does burn out on socializing, she is focusing her whole being on SCREENSHOTing, taking in the view of the area, and getting a good look for the camera.

For all her talk of being the Angel who guides the Saviors of world's to happy endings, who freed the Monster from the Underground in UNDERTALE, and help the Three HEROES of Legend seal wild Dark Fountains, she doesn't bring up the whole powers of SAVE and LOAD at all.

She's an Angel as young as a teenage human, around Kris's age (once she was around the age of Frisk, waking up on a bed of flowers). With untapped potential to become a real God compared to other well-aged Divinities, she and Kris wholly understands that they're out of their depth here.

Not everyone is benevolent, Flowey taught her that most well.

Thus the Queen and Knight must keep their greatest strengths all to themselves. never revealing them. When inquired about her power to SAVE and LOAD they'll play dumb ("THERE'S SOMEONE WITH TIME TRAVEL POWERS??? I HAVE TO FIND THEM!") and change the topic or run off to find the time traveler.

That isn't to say that DELTA's actions are a mask, she's wholly honest about her enthusiasm, spontaneous twirls that make her skirt spin, wild hand movements flapping her sleeves, and bragging. She's geniune about this. She won't even say that she takes advantage of how other would assume her a stupid and weak false god who needs to be brought down a peg to hide the full scope of her powers. She'd just say it's their fault for being so stupid and judgemental.

So all she blabbers about is the Delta Rune Legend and Prophecies, told by Time and Space, and the epic tales of these myths fruitions.

When inquired about the more bloody way of fulfilling these Prophecies and Legends—

("Making everything worse defeats the point of being an Angel dummy!")

When it comes to drama though, between DELTA's power to SAVE and LOAD, but absence of experience in interacting with other gods, who do we pity? The duo or whoever they face off against? Only Mist, our host can tell us for sure.

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{There's some terminology in the fashion of my OC's introduction, so if you don't understand what I'm saying like [bishop sleeves] for example, googling should show you what I'm talking about, sorry for any confusion 😅}

{So uh yeah, DELTA is not a god herself but instead the creation of a Divine entity or more, an Angel. Nevertheless, she has the potential to ascend to godhood. What that entails however is a mystery}

{I imagine that DELTA completed the True Pacifist route for UNDERTALE and spares everybody in DELTARUNE. Toriel saved her from dying to Flowey, poor impressionable girl, and she got real attached to her Goat Mom thanks to that. If her savior says she should be kind and SPARE enemies, why shouldn't she when the same kindness was extended to her?}

{She's also the subject of all Delta Rune prophecies, legends, etc., The Angel it speaks off. Angels cannot interact with mortal realms without a body to inhabit as they don't have their own. They're just a soul. And in DELTA's case she has to control of a human body or be placed in a vessel with assistance. She cannot remove herself from whoever she controls, she's stuck with them. Only in divine domains can she remove herself from her vessel and take on a form with her SOUL powers}

{With the Prophecy in UNDERTALE, she didn't like the 'Angel of Death' interpretation, but understood where it came from and resolved to not fulfill the Prophecy through massacre. She's not entirely sure of what the ANGEL'S HEAVEN is, it's relation to her, nor why something she somehow is connected two would be a threat to Lightner's or Darkner's. ("But Angels are meant to be the Guides of Saviors! What do you mean it's going to bring calamity? That doesn't make any sense!)"}

{Does the duo get a SAVE point in the Ball? Can they save and reload as they wish? Do they still have 3 files? Or are they denied their powers completely? At certains points of time? By who? Is the freedom and restriction of their power somewhere in-between this?}

{On one hand we can have the comedy of these two teenagers wrecking gods and their plus ones in battle, with only some attendants being any of the wiser about the discarded timelines where the *duo* got curbstomped again and again and again instead}

{On the other hand, soul crushing angst}

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(DELTA stared at the SAVE menu, refusing to LOAD, this was worse than Omega Flowey. At least there others would to help her. Here everyone was relishing in her loss, and Kris suffering for it.)

(Was this the ANGEL'S HEAVEN? The overwhelming force of Angels and their creator Deities, who would bring Calamity to both the Light and Dark Worlds?)

(Ah, she really was stupid and young. She isn't an Angel of Prophecy and Legend anymore but a rock to be kicked aside while everything and everyone she loved was torn apart. There's no destiny to protect her from gods greater than her.)

( * You called for help. . . )

( * But nobody came.)

( * I'm so sorry Kris. . . everyone. . . )

( * I can't save you from HEAVEN. . .)

( * We're all going to die. . . )

c r a c k

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{You have the absolute freedom to play with DELTA however you want, go ham, I wanna see the shenanigans she and Kris get up too.}

At the door,wearing a dress of sage green that faded into dust at the ends,Is Mist. She nods to the duo,speaking with a voice as soft as the wind and as sweet as honey.

"Welcome to the Celestial Ball DELTA. I hope you have a wonderful time." The lady smiles through her clear veil,eyes showing nothing but kindness. There seemed to be a save point here,right after Mist welcomed then in. One save later,and they were inside the grand hall. Two winding stairs were infront of them,decorated with vines and roses. A short lady,one with pale complextion and long hair tied into a high ponytail walked up to them,doing a curtsy when she greeted them.

"Hello there. I suppose you're here for the ball?" She raised an eyebrow as she spoke the question,looking DELTA and Kris up and down. She studied them for a moment,before nodding. "Please,follow me. I shall lead you to the main ballroom." She began to walk swiftly away,with the duo following close behind. She looks back at them slightly,before speaking. "May I get your names?" She says,high pitched voice echoing through the room.

"I am [DELTA the RED SOUL],and this is my Kight,[Kris the Lightener Knight of Hometown and Castle Town],from the world of DELTARUNE" DELTA speaks first,nodding .

"I'm also from UNDERTALE!" Kris pipes up a second later. The lady nods,coming to a large set of doors.

"Well then, welcome to the Celestial Ball." She opens the doors,and they find themselves standing at the top of a large stairway. The conversation stills,and everyone turns to look at the trio. The lady clears her voice. "I Formally introduce DELTA, the RED SOUL,and her kight, Kris. Hailing from UNDERTALE and DELTARUNE." The lady says,voice carrying throughout the large ballroom. She then bows before opening the large doors and leaving. The doors slam behind her,and conversation continues. The duo head to the floor,looking around at the ballroom. It was quite enchanting,with a beautiful crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. A man walks up to them,wearing a deep purple vest overtook his black button up shirt. His brown hair is tied into a ponytail,one that is a lot more voluminous then Mist's. He holds out his hand,a small smile on his face.

"I suppose you are new to the Celestial Realm? I've never seen you around before." He smiles again,this one full of teeth. DELTA shakes his hand,nodding.

"Yes,we're new. You are?" The man laughs.

"Oh yes! Silly me,I forgot to introduce myself. Geppidon,pleased to meet you." Geppidon smiles. "Tell me about yourself!"

DELTA grins. "I am DELTA,the Angel of all Delta Runic Lores! And here is my grand champion of the Legend: Kris! The Lightner Knight of Hometown and Castle Town, Human of the Three HEROES!" She's a bit loud,and some turn thier heads to stare at the group. Geppidon raises an eyebrow.

"My,that is quite the introduction! I'm sure you'll enjoy the party. I have some business to attend to,so I shall catch up with you later." Geppidon bows,before turning around and waving as he dissappears into the crowd. DELTA is eager to introduce herself to more Deities,so she flits around the ballroom,bragging about her and Kris the entire time. Soon the entire Ballroom has heard of the new young God. Some,like Geppidon,are amused. DELTA swears she can see him observing her from afar. Yet every time she makes eye contact,he moves from his spot,going to speak to some high-ranking Celestial God.

However,DELTA can tell that not everyone enjoys her antics,and she decides to stick to the pepole who seem to enjoy her company.

After a bit,she and Kris decide to speratre,with Kris making a beeline to the food table. DELTA decides to speak with Geppidon,who's standing off to the side with 2 other Deities. Geppidon waves her over,and the two turn around. One is a Goddess with a soft figure and a beautiful purple dress. One of her eyes is pitch black while the other seems to hold the entire galaxy in it's depths. The other deity looks DELTA up and down hauntingly. Geppidon smiles,waving his hand elegantly towards the Goddess.

"Erus,my younger sister." He then waves his hand towards DELTA. "Erus,this is the young new Deity everyone's been talking about,DELTA." The goddess nods,smiling.

"Why hello there DELTA. It's lovely to meet you." Her voice is much like Mist's,but it's deeper in tone. DELTA nods in response. Geppidon waves towards the other God.

"That is Helius. Helius,this is,as you know,DELTA." Helius snorts in response.

"I'm well aware. I've heard the chatter." He pauses. "DELTA,we were discussing our world's. Please,do tell me about yours." He sounds a bit condescending. DELTA shakes it off and smiles,going into a spiel about her freinds. Halfway through the story,Kris approaches and stands next to DELTA,who has begun to praise them.

About a quarter way through,Helius cuts her off. "I'm sorry,but I cannot listen to this childish babbling any longer. Young one,if you wish to be accepted into this society,you must learn to not babble on and on. Good day." He scoffs and walks away,annoyed. Geppidon shakes his head,while Erus gives them an apologetic look as she walks after the man. Geppidon sighs deeply,clearly annoyed.

"I apologize for his...disrespect. We'll have to continue this conversation later DELTA,my apologies." Geppidon gives a small,conciliatory smile as he goes off after the two deities,leaving a silent and slightly confused DELTA and Kris.

The duo decides to explore the Ballroom,getting tired of all the socializing. They flit around,taking screenshots and exploring the entire area. They find many different small details,like a room off to the side that was seemingly meant for the Deities who didn't enjoy lots of socializing. The gift table for the guests had very beautiful accessories,ranging from Masquerade masks to wing jewelry. It was quite grand,and DELTA decided to find Mist later to ask for a full tour around the palace.

However,she found that she would get a tour sooner rather then later,as Kris crumbled to the floor,heavily injured. Helius stood above her. "Did you really think your power would work on Celestial Deities? We are older and more powerful than you will ever know child." Helius spits,words dripping with distan and venom. "I knew from the moment you walked in that you were nothing but trouble. And I was right." He was about to land the final blow,when mist pushes through the crowd,trailed by two angels and the lady the duo had met at the start.

"Helius,you know much better than to pick on younger Deities." Her usual kind eyes had hardened. "Please leave the premises Helius. You are not welcome here any longer." She then turns to the lady. "Becca,please lead DELTA and Kris to the medical ward. I shall be there shortly." The lady nods,and helps Kris up. She leads them away without a word,and DELTA can hear Mist telling everyone to continue just before the doors slam behind her. Why had she challenged him? She was in way over her head from the beginning. She had almost failed everyone,just because she thought she could dupe literal Celestial Deities. What was she even thinking? She wasn't even a Deity herself.

What had she been thinking?

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#the first perspective of the celestial ball #i wonder what other things will happen this night?#canonically the event lasts a week #with some banquets sprinkled in #♡♧The Celestial Ball♧♡#mist writes #mist events

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komoboko · 5 months

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Can you do bf Muichiro? Thanks💕

𝐛𝐟!𝐦𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞...

Muichiro Tokito x gn!reader ・modern!au

for my muichiro moots 🤞

Bf!Muichiro who really enjoys taking you cloud gazing. He likes laying down in the grass plain while pointing out different clouds telling you what he thinks something looks like while you do the same. Its something he used to do alone so having another person to indulge in the peace is refreshing.

Bf!Muichiro who knows about his bad memory and doesn't want to forget any important days around you, so he starts writing in a journal. He'll write about an important surrounding you like your birthday or your anniversary and maybe even hobbies or things you like for future gift ideas.

Bf!Muichiro who really likes hearing your voice as it soothing to him. He'll sit and listen to you rant about anything, he always trys his best not to space out whenever you rant to him. He wants to really hear what you have to say but your voice is like a melody that soothes his nerves automatically.

Bf!Muichiro who's hand are unusually cold for no particular reason. When you wrap your hands around his a shiver can creep up your spine. Sometimes he doesn't even realize how cold his hands are in the first place, he just thinks your hands are really warm.

Bf!Muichiro who has a terrible sleep schedule. He’ll be up in the late night hours training or doing something to distract his mind except falling asleep. You’ll have to drag him into bed for him to get some proper rest some days, but he appreciates you keeping him in check.

Bf!Muichiro who wants you to walk him everywhere. Whenever he has to go, he wants you to at-least walk him halfway to his location. He feels like it’s another way to spend more time with you. It’s peaceful and relaxing to just go on a stroll with you by his side

Bf!Muichiro despite his horrible sleep schedule lives to lay on you. If the two of you are sitting side by side it’s a good chance he’s going to rest his head on your shoulder. No matter how important the circumstances is, he’ll still find a way to rest his head on your shoulder.

Bf!Muichiro who loves listening to music with you around. He enjoys sharing your music taste and sharing his as well. You guys could either be doing something together like games or chores, or doing something seperate like homework for example. Just being in each others presence is enough for him.

Bf!Muichiro who in a more canon setting loves to train with you. He loves sparing and testing each other skill sets in different fields. He admires your strengths and talents and while sometimes he may he wants to help you with something your struggling with. He also wants to learn from you at the same time.

Bf!Muichiro who always comes straight to you whenever he gets back from a mission. No matter how short or how long the mission may be he always ends up craving your presence and your touch. he'll slink his arms around you while hesitating before whispering how much he missed you

Bf!Muichiro who you're there for when he regains his memories, a wave of emotions rushing over him realizing what happened in his past. he faces you and realized why you reminded him of a home he didn't remember before. You reminded him of his brother brining back his memories before he realized it himself.

Bf!Muichiro who may forget things but he's still remembers how much he loves you.

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redheadspark · 16 days

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Here (Part Two)

Summary - Azriel stays by his mate's side, not knowing his family is rallying behind him to find out who attempting to kill his mate

Warnings - Mostly Angst

A/N - Part of the Ocean Eyes Series. I posted this as a sequel of Part One, which got insanely reactions! I am so glad you guys liked Part One and I hope you like Part Two!

Part Three Found Here

"What's the plan, Rhys?"

"I'm focusing more on my cousin's health and her life in the balance than dealing with her attacker."

"That's not where my head is,"

"Enlighten me then, Cassian,"

Cassian rolled his shoulders and eyed his High Lord as Rhysand was perched at his desk in his office, the sun setting over the rolling hills outside the River House, and the cooler air was blown onto the office with ease. Cassian leaned against the wall, his arms crossed and his head reeling with questions and scenarios that he wanted to figure out immediately. But Rhysand was remaining calm, too calm for the Illyrian Army Commander's liking. He considered the wounded Illryian who was asleep upstairs, his friend's mate, his family. Someone tried to hurt his family and take away his family, and Cassian was fuming from the inside out.

But he was also a changed Illyrian, just as Rhysand and Azriel were. They were all fathers now: Rhysand with Nyx, Azriel with Alec, and Cassian with his daughter Rose. His daughter, sweet and yet fiery Rose was a splitting image of his mother but had his infectious and playful heart. They all had offspring to protect and think about, no more rash decisions and acting out on a limb. The children had to come first, and Cassian was not willing to do anything that would bring his family harm. Azriel never did that himself, yet that led to Alec almost being killed as a toddler and Azriel's mate now in a bed upstairs hanging between life and death. Nesta would never let Cassian do anything like that, not just for Rose but for Nesta too.

Cassian was the one who found you first, sprawled on the forest floor bleeding from your wing and the arrow still hanging out of your wing. You both were out in the outline border of Velaris, Cassian getting a hunch that there were rogue beings there making their way across the border into Velaris territory. You on the other hand were meeting with some of the farmers and shopkeepers that lived in the cottages there to check on them and talk business in contributing to the Community Center.

Maybe it was fate that he was there and come enough to hear your scream out, but he knew your scream far too well from knowing you since you both were younglings. He flew towards the wail you let out, his heart hitting against his chest far too hard and thinking it was a trick of the mind.

Everything slowed down for him as he gathered you in his arms, you were out cold and the poison already working in your blood. He had to act quickly, time was of the essence, and your time was about to be snuffed out if he didn't get you help in time.

"The marks on the arrow," Cassian stated, reflecting on the arrow that was piercing your wing and sicking out so harshly that it sickened him to rethink it again, "We need to know where they came from so we get a hunch as to who did this,"

"I already have a big hunch, and I got in contact with the very High Lord that I'm thinking," Rhysand hummed, his cooldemeanor was hiding the anger he had. Cassian raised a brow at him as Rhysand rang his thumb over his fingers back and forth, a tactic he would use when he was thinking deeply, "High Lord Beron has been notified and is coming tonight,"

"What?" Cassian asked in shock, standing up stiffly and no longer leaning against the wall.

"He knows the utmost importance of this since it does involve my cousin…my fucking family," Rhysand said the last part in a low tone, not a growl but close enough, "We are going to meet at the Townhouse since I know both yourself and Nesta would rather not have the High Lord of Autumn Court in your home,"

Cassian snorted, then gave him a questioning look, "Does Elaine and Lucien know what happened?"

"Feyre reached out and told them to stay at their home here in Velaris for the time being. In fact, I don't want any of the Inner Circle going anywhere outside of Velaris until this is resolved once and for all. We either stay in our homes or at The House of Wind until I say so," Rhysand explained as his violet eyes looked out the window to see the last images of the sun still in the sky before it hid into the horizon.

"Is that an order?" Cassian asked, Rhysand’s eyes shot back to his Commander. Cassian, though tamer than he used to be when he was younger, was still reckless at heart at times. Something inside of him wanted him to find whoever did this and bring them pain. You were family to him, meeting him through Rhysand when he was a boy and considered him a brother of yours. His rational side was teetering to be pushed aside, and he was fine with it.

"I don't want another member of my family hurt, Cass. I consider you family, long before you became my brother-in-law. You need to think of your wife and daughter and that they need you," Rhysand explained to Cassian, seeing Cassian's eyes soften from the mention of Nesta and Rose, "We need to be smart about this, not reckless. I want you with me when we meet with High Lord Beron,"

Cassian hummed, knowing that Rhysand was right when it came to being reckless. He then gestured his head over to the doors that lead out of the office, "What about Azriel?"

"I don't want him anywhere else but with his wife, she's his priority now. And besides, I would rather not leave Azriel alone in the room with High Lord Beron. That's if Beron, or Autumn Court for that matter, did have something to do with this. He is not in the right frame of mind to be anywhere else,"

Cassian knew he was right about that too. The rage Azriel must be feeling at this moment, not knowing who in factharmed and attempted to kill his mate, must have been explosive. Cassian himself has been Azriel in such a way before, the anger that would fester deep down and be unlashed by either his shadows or his Truth Tellers. Cassian and strength behind him, but Azriel had something deeper.

Something more menacing.

"Alec is also staying here until his mother is well again, though he still doesn't know what precisely happened," Rhysand explained as he got up from his chair and walked around the desk to stand near Cassian with his arms folded in front of him, "I don't want Alec anywhere else but here, he's my nephew and he needs to be protected now more than ever. We all do, but epically him: someone is hunting his mother and father, and I won't let him become an orphan under my roof,"

"None of us want that, Rhys," Cassian reasoned with Rhysand, "He's secure and protected here with you and Feyre, and he's safe with his father, the safest he’ll ever be,”

"Which is why we need to be smart. For now, let's just focus on this meeting with Beron and making sure my cousin is comfortable and safe while she heals and come back to full health," Rhysand stated, then pausing as he gave Cassian a more cornered look, "How is Alec and Azriel now?"

"Alec's okay, he just misses his mother. As for Azriel…it's hard for him," Cassian confessed. Rhysand hummed and rubbed his eyes, already thinking of the next steps that were to come. The meeting tonight would be far too important, life-changing, and yet his cousin was still in the back of his mind and her health was his main concern.

All he could do now was hold onto his Inner Circle, his family, so close in hopes they wouldn't slip away.

"Alright, buddy. Time for bed, okay?"

"Ok, daddy,"

Azriel softly smiled as he watched his son hop into the massive bed he was going to sleep in, the guest room that wasacross from where you were still sleeping and still healing. He left the door slightly open, being able to see you from where he was in Alec's guest room as Alec was settling into his bed.

Alec was only told that his mother was sick, severely sick, and he was not able to see her. Of course, it confused him at first, not understanding that he wasn't able to see his own mother since he had seen her sick before, but he knew better than to question his father. Seeing Azriel looking worn down and defeated made Alec worry all the more.

But Feyre was a step ahead, making sure he was well fed at dinnertime and kept him busy with his cousin Nyx until it was time for him to go to bed. Still, his mother was in the back of his mind, wondering what was it that made his mother so sick. He missed his mother, hugging her and hearing her voice telling him goodnight. Azriel tried his best to be present with Alec, but his son caught onto something that was hidden from him.

Perhaps a trait he inherited from his father.

"Alec, I know this is different from what we're used to," Azriel explained to Alec, who was watching his father with his wide blue eyes as he was snuggled under the soft sheets of the bed, "But you are being such a trooper for going with the flow of it all. I promise you that things are going to go back to normal soon, okay? As soon as momma is all better, we'll go back to our house and things will be back to the way they were,"

"Is it going to be forever?" Alec asked tentatively as he searched his father's tired eyes. Azriel felt a twinge of pain that his son was still kept in the dark, so speak, when it came to what truly happened to his mother. The last thing Azriel ever wanted to do was to lie to his son like this, to have that trust broken at any moment.

"No, not forever, baby," He reassured Alec as he pushed the inky black hair out of his son's blue eyes, "This is not forever, I swear to you. You believe me?"

"Yes, Daddy," Alec replied, Azriel smiled at his son and leaned over to kiss the top of his head. He was about to leave his son to sleep, and as Azriel eased himself up from the bed, Alec spoke up again in a gentler tone. So gentle, that it sounded like the curtains were swaying in his room from the night breeze.

"Daddy, is momma gonna be okay?"

Azriel could have cried then, seeing his son watch him for an answer. Azriel never wanted this for his family, the fear of losing someone he loved and another person he loved was filled with fear and worry. Alec was only four years old, far too young for something like this to happen in his life. Nothing could prepare him for this: consoling his son and hoping that his wife would pull through.

Alec needed his mother, Azriel knew that deep down. There was no greater bond than Alec's bond with his mother, it was thick and filled with so much happiness and love. Inwardly, Azriel wanted that himself with his mother, and he did have that in the blink of a moment when he was young. To see his mate give that same love to his son was beyond rewarding.

Now his son, looking at his father with worry in his young eyes, was asking about his mother.

"Yeah…yeah she's gonna be okay," he reassured Alec. He had to give Alec hope, the hope that his mother would be herself again. Although he had very little hope, he would at least give some of that hope to his son. He leaned down and kissed his son one more time, "Get some sleep, okay? I'm gonna check on momma and come back to you, I love you,"

"I love you too, Daddy," Alec replied, then curled into the bed under the sheets as Azriel moved away. He felt like he needed to be in two places at once: with Alec and with you. Although you were sleeping and till healing, Alec needed you and needed your warmth. Azriel wished he could change it all, make you all better so you can hold your son. Yet as he watched Alec fall asleep, facing the window with a look of peace on his face, Azriel could breathe a bit easier.

He kept the door into the guest room open slightly, mostly in case Alec needed him as he walked silently across the hall into the room where you were in. Still asleep, facing the empty chair where Azriel was perched for the past few hours, the moon shining into your room to cast a bluish light along your still wounded wings. Azriel could even see the moonlight shine through the thin membrane of your wings, showing the veins and the damage from the Ash Arrow.

But the way you were snuggled against the body pillow, head against the soft pillow, and your long hair draped over your shoulder, you looked more peaceful than you did earlier when Azriel found you. Azriel sat down on the chair, taking in a long breath as he held his hands together in his lap and watched you. Your deep breathing, the softness that was now slowly coming back along your skin and your cheeks thanks to the medicine from Madja.

"I might be talking to myself here, but I hope you can hear me," Azriel said aloud in the room, his voice sounding a bit raw as he watched you in earnest, "But I need you to pull through and get better. I….I don't think I can do this without you. I won't have the strength to, no matter how hard I'll have to try. I need you, our son needs you. He needs his momma, and I…I don't wanna do this alone and without you."

He might have sounded silly since he was talking alone in the room, but then again he needed to get it off his chest. Bottling up all his fear that he's had for the past few hours, would have suffocated him. The only person he was ever safe to unload his feelings, to be open and exposed therapeutically, was the one who was asleep in front of him and unable to be fully present with him.

"I'm sorry I failed you and couldn't protect you," Azriel admitted, sinking a bit in his chair as he was fiddling with his fingers, Clutching them together tightly and refusing to let them go, "I promised you when we were mated that I would protect you, keep you safe and never let anything happen to you. I broke that promise, and I know I can never repair that,"

He thought that if you were awake, you would reprimand him for being hard on himself. Azriel could even hear it clearly in his mind, your kind voice scolding him for being immensely harsh towards himself. You've always helped him out of his moods and insecurities, including what he does and how he takes care of others around him. Azriel thought back to a talk that he had with you when Alec was still a young infant, he was voicing his worry about taking care of his family and if he was doing enough.

He needed you to bring him back to the light, and not have him hide in the darkness.

Azriel reached out and took your hands in his own, feeling the coolness of your skin and yet how soft they were. Healways loved your soft hands, a soothing balm against his calloused and scarred skin. He leaned down and kissed the back of your hand, his lips along your skin had you shift in your sleep and hum.

"Sleep and come back to me, come back to us. Your son and I need you more than anything, so I need you to get your strength and open those eyes for me when you're ready. I'm here when you wake up, I promise. I love you more than life itself, more than my own life, and if I could trade mine for yours then I would in a heartbeat. Just gather your strength, we'll be here waiting for you," Azriel proclaimed to you and your sleeping form. He did speak the truth: he would trade his life for yours since at times he felt you had more good for the world than he ever did.

Azriel cannot picture a world without you, without any of your beautiful traits or your tender heart.

Azriel heard it, almost like a whisper, as he was dead asleep with Alec cradled in his arms in the spare guest room. His arms were tucked around his son, who was snuggled against his father and snoring softly. It was so soft, like a breeze, which didn't disturb the Spymaster at first.

But it was also distinct, not the sound of the curtains fluttering next to the bed or the very soft ticking of the clock on the fireplace mantle. This was a shutter of a whisper, and it was calling his name.

Azriel…..Azriel….

His shadows hummed, licking along Azriel's arms as he stirred a bit in his sleep. Alec was thankfully a deep sleeper and stayed in slumber, even though his father was feeling the sensation not just with his shadows but in his mind. It was a familiar voice, so familiar that maybe it was a trick of the mind as Azriel took in a long breath. But he heard it again, a pinch louder and his name being called out as if the source was so far away. Fighting through a fog that was thick and almost recognizable.

Azriel…Azriel…

Azriel was still asleep, but it was becoming more alert as the voice was getting a bit louder now in his mind. It was no longer a dream, it was something else, something familiar to him. So familiar like coming through the front door of the small little cottage where he lived, or flying amongst the cloud with his wings stretched. Even the familiar touch of your lips against his own made him feel safe.

But he finally heard it, and his eyes shot open on high alert.

Azriel….I'm here…

It was you, your voice, speaking through the bond.

You were awake.

To Be Continued….

A/N - Part three?!?! Let me know if you want a part three!

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thelov3lybookworm · 16 days

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Fussy Nights

Summary: Amelia is grumpy

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A/n: just a silly lil drabble for the love of my life, fire of my loins, the anon from @daycourtofficial's blog 🥹

(dividers by @tsunami-of-tears ❣️)

anyways, enjoyy!

Eris had always been a light sleeper. Even the slightest of sounds would have him jolt awake, scared out of his mind.

That was until he met Y/n, after his fathers death.

It had been over months since Eris had taken up the role of a high lord, but still, he would always keep looking behind his back, under his bed and in his closet for the ghost of Beron. His booming voice still echoed in Eris’s ears almost everyday, and every night, his father visited him in his sleep. Which was also one of the reasons Eris had stopped trying to even fall asleep without the help of heavy sedatives.

But then Y/n walked into his life, smiled at him, and turned him into a fool in love. He stopped thinking about his father as often, stopped staying awake to the haunting of his fathers ghost. Instead now, he stayed up wondering how to make Y/n laugh, wondering how she would look laying next to him, how she would look standing in front of him in a wedding gown. Fantasising about having his own family one day.

And once the two had gotten married, Eris had slept like a deity buried for years, only to wake up to the sweet, honeyed sound of his mate’s voice coaxing him gently out of sleep.

Or the screaming of his daughter, of course.

Which is what jolted him out of his sleep.

Eris shot up, his heart thumping heavily in his heart before he realised that no one was in danger, and that it was just his daughter who probably wanted some attention in the middle of the night calling for her parents.

He glanced at Y/n to find her peacefully passed out, and he smiled, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her brow before he got up, shivering slightly as the chill night air coiled around his shirtless torso.

As he hurried to the crib a few feet away from the bed, he willed his body to warm up and repel the crisp coldness of the autumn night.

Amelia had stopped crying when Eris finally reached her, likely having felt him. She lay on her back, her eyes wide open and filled with tears, her lips jutting out in a pout.

"What happened, princess? Did you miss daddy?"

She sniffled, staring straight at Eris as she made grabby hands at Eris, and he laughed, leaning down to pick her up. He placed her against his chest, wrapping his arms firmly around her little body as he turned. He rocked in place for some time, waiting to see if she would go back to sleep, but when she continued fussing, he turned towards the door.

"Come, let us go out to check up on the hounds. Mommy will wake up if we make too much noise here."

"Eris?"

He groaned inwardly. So much for not waking up mommy.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"What are you doing?"

He turned to find her half sitting, staring at him with furrowed brows.

"Nothing, my love. Lia was just fussing a little, so I thought I might take her to see the hounds for a little."

She sighed. "It’s cold outside, Eris. She will get sick. Bring her here."

Eris nodded, walking back and handing Amelia to Y/n. He watched as she tried to calm down their daughter, settling down next to Y/n’s legs as Lia started to feed.

"She was just hungry?"

Y/n nodded, yawning as she moved to get comfortable. "It’s been a few hours since she last fed."

Eris hummed, grabbing one of Y/n’s legs unconsciously and starting to rub soft circles.

It was a few moments before Y/n spoke up again.

"You don’t have to do that, my love." Her voice was soft, gentle.

Eris smiled, rolling his eyes. "Mhmm."

She let out a soft laugh at that.

"I think she’s full."

Eris glanced up as Y/n covered herself up again, leaning forward to take a drowsy Amelia from his mate. "I’ll burp her then?"

Y/n nodded, yawning again as she settled into bed.

"Good night, Y/n."

Y/n hummed, patting the space next to her. "Come, let her stay."

"Are you sure?" Eris mumbled, though he had already begun to climb under the covers, his arms wrapped carefully around Amelia.

"Of course."

Y/n and Amelia were both passed out before Eris could even get comfortable, and he grinned, staring at both his girls, looking so peaceful next to each other.

As he drifted off himself, he could not help but thank the mother for gifting him such precious beings.

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acourtofwhatthefuck · 11 months

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Hello, I'm so sorry that you're having a mopey day today :(( But honestly I'm having one today too... I would love to read some fluffy fic, maybe some teenage!Rhys×reader where they are acting like stupid teenagers in love. Or maybe something with Az where reader is a shadowsinger too and they are fooling around and using their shadows to prank the IC. I don't know, these are just some ideas that popped randomly in my head so don't feel pressured to write anything. Anyway wish you best and I hope you will feel better soon 💗

Thanks, lovie! 💕Hope this is okay and cheers you up a little! I feel like I’m not very good at fluff but I did my best 🤣 thank you for sending it in! Enjoy 💕

Forget Me Not — (Rhysand x Reader)

"You'll be High Lord someday."

"I will."

Rhysand rested his chin on your leg, violet eyes peering up at you. In the balmy evening light, he looked resplendent, the sun offsetting the golden hue of his skin. You found your fingers absentmindedly tracing the shape of his lips, the brush of his lashes.

"Things will change when you're High Lord." You brushed his floppy hair from his eyes. "We will change. Our relationship."

At just nineteen, it was hard enough to navigate such a serious, intense relationship. You hadn't expected to fall so madly in love a year earlier, when your court — the Summer Court — had received the High Lord of the Night Court and his son as guests; a plan, you'd learned, to strengthen the relations between the Solar Courts and Seasonal Courts. The High Lord's son, Rhysand, had been nothing but charming and chivalrous. But you hadn't expected him to so much as notice you, as a mere a servant to the High Lord of Summer. When you'd served Rhysand a drink, and those violet eyes had met yours like they were staring into your soul, you knew immediately — you would never want anybody as fiercely as you wanted him.

Too bad that he was a future High Lord, and you a nobody.

It had been unexpected, to say the least, that he'd sought you out. Asked you to show him around the court whilst his father and your High Lord engaged in dull meetings. He'd made you laugh and seemed genuinely interested in knowing you. And when he'd returned to the Night Court, he'd promised to come back and see you again.

Which he had. And thus had begun a year of secret meetings and the thrilling adventure of falling in love. You knew Rhysand's father would never approve. You knew Rhys would one day be in a charge of his court, and not have the luxury of sneaking off to see you for a few hours, sometimes an entire night.

There was a time limit on your relationship, and that thought had begun to plague you more and more recently.

Rhys reached out, pressing your hand against his cheek. "Change doesn't always have to be bad."

"It will be the worst kind of change if we can't see each other anymore."

Rhys sighed softly, rolling onto his back. You knew he didn't want to spend your precious time together talking about such things; neither did you. You wished you could stay like this forever, sprawled out in the sweet-smelling meadow that had become your place to meet him. The thought of this place being empty of your love, your laughter, your conversation, made you teary.

"Please don't cry, my love." Rhys scooted closer. He tugged you until you were slotting between his legs, his front pressed to your back. "Why are you letting this bother you now?

Tears dropped onto your lap as you glanced down. "This past year is the happiest I've ever been."

A kiss was pressed to your shoulder. "Me, too."

"But you will be a High Lord. And of a court I don't even live in. You will be the most important member of your court, and I'm nothing but a servant. I feel like soon enough, you're just going to forget me. That you ever loved me."

You felt the way his body went rigid against you. After a pause, his warm arms slid around your waist, his face burying into the crook of your neck. He seemed to inhale your scent slowly. Desperately.

"Do you truly think I could ever forget you?" He murmured. "I remember the first second I caught a glimpse of you. You were the most beautiful person I'd ever seen. Still are."

You gave a watery laugh. "So beautiful in my old, ratty clothes."

"Your hair was in a loose braid, and when you leaned down to serve me my drink, a strand came free of the plait. I felt so compelled to reach out and tuck it behind your ear. And I thought your eyes could give this court's sunrise a run for its money. So bright and brilliant. Your cheeks were flushed, and you smiled at every single person, despite most of them straight up ignoring you. You were the most exquisite person in that room, and I couldn't look away from you."

You turned slightly in his arms, just enough to meet his gaze. "You noticed all of those things?"

A lopsided smile tugged at his lips. "Why do you think I tried so hard to get a message to you that I wanted to meet with you? I couldn't let you walk away. At least not without learning your name first. I certainly didn't think I'd ever be lucky enough to have you love me back."

You studied his remarkable face, noting every emotion, every thought, that he wore freely. For nobody other than you. You'd memorised that face as much as you possibly could so that when he wasn't around, you could close your eyes and picture him. His brilliant smile. The way his eyes roved happily over you. Sometimes, you could lay in bed and hear his laugh.

"Just...just promise me." You pressed your forehead against his. "Promise me that one day, when you're High Lord...even if you can't be with me anymore, you won't forget me. I couldn't bear you forgetting me."

Rhys's strong hand moved up to cup your jaw. There was no chance to read the look in his eyes before he was leaning in and pressing his lips to yours.

The kiss started out gentle. Soft. The kind of tentative kisses you first shared in the early days of your relationship. Rhys's thumb brushed the line of your cheekbone, his mouth caressing yours.

But then his tongue was parting the seam of your lips and sliding into your mouth to intertwine with yours. Your mingling tastes had you sighing softly in satisfaction and angling yourself towards him further, one of your hands naturally reaching up to twine within the strands of his hair.

Somehow, you ended up in his lap, his lips working feverishly against yours in a hungry kiss. It was just the two of you in that meadow — the two of you and your love, that nobody — not even the High Lord of the Night Court — could take away from you. You would love him forever and always, no matter the distance, the social standing, the outside opinions.

Only when you were both panting for breath did Rhys tear his mouth from yours. You breathed heavily against each other's lips, your foreheads pressed together.

"Here." Rhys murmured deeply, quietly. "This is for you."

You pulled back just enough to glance down at the hand he held between you. You frowned down at the two tiny, blue flowers he pinched between his fingers. When he'd picked them, you weren't sure.

"A flower?" You were still battling to catch your breaths. "For me?"

"One for you and one for me." Rhys said. "They're Forget-Me-Nots. I'll spell them to forever stay fresh. And as long as we both have these, we know we'll never forget one another."

You blinked away tears as he tucked the flower into the strands of your hair, before leaning in to kiss you again.

"Always and forever, my heart." He whispered.

You nodded vigorously, cupping his cheek. "Always and forever."

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divine-misfortune · 1 month

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Mushy May, day 1. Cuteness aggression

Rating: Everyone

Words: 1,133

Summary: Dew gets fit for his new uniform with the other water ghouls, and Mist couldn't be more proud of him.

Water ghoul bonding time.

Many thanks to @forlorn-crows for organizing mushy may :^)

“You need to stop wriggling around or you’re going to keep getting pricked,” River warned through clenched teeth, the thin silver pins held between them bobbing as he spoke.

Dew frowned at his reflection in the mirror and then found River's dark gaze staring back at him. His eyes narrowed when Dew dared to heave his shoulders in a sigh, giving the charcoal fabric a bit of a tug to pull it taut around his skinny frame. He wanted to throw his head back and groan, air his frustrations, but knew better than to. Especially when River was equipped with multiple sharp objects, he was dangerous enough unarmed. That didn't stop his tail from lashing to and fro, Dew could hold his tongue but not his tail it seemed.

“I've been standing here for ages, how are you not done?”

“Because I take pride in my work, thank you very much” River bit as Dew's tail knocked against his leg.

Behind him, he watched Lake move to River's side. Oddly gentle as he tucked a strand of inky hair behind River's ear before leaning in to whisper something Dew couldn't quite catch, punctuating whatever comment he'd made with a kiss pressed to his temple. It seemed to force the soured, irritated expression from River's face, and Lake shot him a half grin in the mirror.

“I get it, oh I hate having to play dress form for him too, but we'd have been done ages ago if you could just hold still a little bit. This would go sooo much faster.”

“How's the man supposed to work when you keep squirming like a tadpole?” Mist tutted at him from her place on the couch, and Dew turned to look at her.

If looks could kill.

“You're supposed to be on my side,” his voice pitched into a whine and Mist snickered into the back of her hand. “Maybe if the man hurried up I wouldn't be so restless!” He huffed, shoulders dropping once again.

A sudden sharp prick in his hip caused Dew to yelp and made his posture go rigid. He jerked away from River only to be pulled back so he could properly pin the fabric in place. He tried to hide it by ducking his face down but Dew could see that smirk. A glimpse of shiny white fangs. He hissed between his teeth, silent curses thrown at the two older water ghouls playing innocent as they continued to work.

“Oh that was on purpose you dick!”

“The last five have been on purpose, dear” River said, sort of sweetly, sort of venomous. It was always hard to tell when it came to him.

Mist turned her face away. Forced to in order to hide a proper laugh from her protege and his big sad wet eyes, lest his pout cement itself to his face - permanently sporting the look of a kicked puppy. He had an almost adorable quality to him like this, despite the fact Dew was bigger in stature than her, he looked small. The uniform, still not exactly sized to fit yet, didn't help. Too much fabric on his scrawny frame. Surrounded by two taller, bigger water ghouls, Dew looked dainty in comparison. No more than a guppy.

She remembered the day she was fit for her uniform. To say she wasn't just as restless would be a lie, but she didn't dare to fidget when Delta was the one holding sharp objects. At least he had been more time efficient than River. Mist couldn't exactly blame Dew for moving so much, it was an exciting and daunting moment for him. It had been for all of them.

Traditionally, she would have been the one to fit him for his uniform. Mentors almost always were the ones to do it, a sibling had once compared it to being a graduation of sorts. Mist would have liked to, and it was a bit of a jab at her pride that she couldn't. Her own fault, really. She just never got the hang of the whole sewing thing.

Water had popped in to be part of the moment briefly towards the start, but couldn't stay. He'd tussled Dew's hair as he gave him a once over before departing. Dew still hadn't smoothed any of that pretty silver hair back into place, River hadn't let him lift his arm long enough to do so. Delta was the only water ghoul, former water ghoul, who hadn't made an appearance which stung ever so slightly. More likely than not, Delta was lending himself to Omega. Assisting in Aether's tailoring. At least she hoped that's where he was. He'd been drifting aimlessly a lot more these last few weeks.

Her smile faltered at the thought, and Dew tipped his head to question the sudden change in her expression. Mist shook her head. Silently dismissing whatever concern she'd evoked as she pushed herself to her feet, finally truly taking in the sight of him.

Her face softened, he had an awful habit of making something inside of her melt without trying, and this moment was no different. She stepped close and took his face in both hands, turning him to look at her. Dew's skin was just as cool to the touch as hers, but he felt warmer the longer she held him.

“Oh droplet, look at you,” Mist sighed fondly and his eyes flicked away. He was awful at holding eye contact when he got flustered. “All grown up and about to be on your own.”

“Mist-” Dew mumbled, color warming his cheeks as River and Lake began to snicker.

“What? Can't I be proud of my little shark pup?” She squished his face between both hands, knocking their horns together. “Finally getting to see you through your rite of passage.”

“You're being sappy, it's gross.”

“I think I've earned being sappy!” Mist forcefully shook his head side to side with a huff, “look so handsome in your uniform I could just eat you up.”

“Mist!” He whined, pawing weakly at her. Pink spreading to the tips of his ears. “Stoooop-”

River and Lake's laughter was harder to ignore, adding to his ever growing embarrassment. Mist shot them both a glare before turning her attention back to him. Whiplash, sharp stare becoming gentle. Adoration. He clearly wanted to bury his face in his hands and let the floor open up to swallow him whole. She chuckled and pecked a little kiss to the tip of his nose, pinching one of his reddened cheeks before finally relenting.

“Fine, fine, because you hate letting me have my fun.” Mist waved him off and traded places with the other two ghouls, letting them work to get Dew safely out of the pin-filled cloth with minimal injury.

#IT IS FINALLY MY EXCUSE TO WRITE THE OLD GHOULS MWAHAHAH #void writing #writing #nameless ghouls #mist ghoulette #dewdrop ghoul #river ghoul #lake ghoul #water ghouls #the band ghost #ghost the band #the band ghost fanfiction #ghost bc #mushy may 2024 #mushy may

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coffeeghoulie · 6 months

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heaven's grief, hell's rain

or 2.5k about Aether's bracelet, Mountain's garden, and Dew's grucifix.

special thank you to @forlorn-crows for helping with the flowers, hope you enjoy <3

title from Just One Yesterday by Fall Out Boy

It's not a decision Aether makes lightly to stay behind. He's tired. He's been working doubles, between serving the band, the papacy, and serving in the infirmary. And, if he's honest, he thinks he's more useful at the Abbey, using his Lucifer-granted gifts to heal. He's always been taking care of his pack, he's good at what he does.

His pack takes it... well enough. Cirrus gracefully takes over his duties, leading the band pack as they get ready for this next tour, taking the two new summons under her wing. She takes his hand, kisses his cheek. Cumulus takes his face in her hands, presses their foreheads together, whispers that she's proud of him. Rain offers him a smile and a handshake, and Swiss kisses him between his horns and draws him into a tight hug. Sunny grins, bright like her namesake, happy someone else from the band pack is staying behind with her.

His mates, on the other hand? He can count on the claws of one hand the number of times he's ever seen Mountain cry. Dew's hands curl into fists, so tight he can smell the blood where his claws pierce his palms.

Dew storms out, the ends of his hair flickering with flame, smoke billowing from his nostrils. He hasn't been this out of control of his element since those first early days, after they knew he was going to survive the transition, barely out of the woods. Mountain follows, his steps uncharacteristically loud. Dew slams the door to his own room shut, and Mountain flees to his greenhouse.

Aether wishes that he could split himself in two, standing there, struck dumb as his mates turn their back on him. He honestly can't blame them. He fidgets with his bracelet, running his fingers along the silver chain, torn between two directions.

He goes to Dew first. Fire is far more volatile than earth, and he was Dew's before Mountain was summoned and joined their pack.

The door, surprisingly, is unlocked. It's dark, curtains drawn tight, and there's a Dew-sized lump underneath the covers. It's dusty in here, Dew spending most of his nights in Aether's oversized bed, big enough for three ghouls.

"Dew? Darling?" Aether breathes, the tension so thick he can almost taste it, the sulfur smoke scent of Dew's distress heavy on his tongue.

Dew sits up, copper eyes shining in the dark. "What are you doing here?"

Aether furrows his brow. "Checking on you, Dewey."

The fire ghoul shakes his head, covering his face with his hands as his shoulders shake. With silent laughter or tears, Aether can't quite tell. "You should have gone to Mount, Aether. I've never seen Juniper that angry."

"Dewey, I'm here," Aether breathes, taking a hesitant step towards the bed. "I'll go to Mounty, but I know you're upset too. Please."

Dew growls under his breath, grumbling as he shifts on the bed. "Don't want to lose you, Aeth," he whispers, pulling the blankets tighter around himself. He clutches the silver grucifix he always wears so tightly his already pale knuckles go white.

"You're not," Aether promises, sitting down next to his mate. He goes to wrap his arm around Dew's waist, but hesitates. "Satanas help me, Dewdrop, you will not lose me."

Dew sniffles, swallowing with a click as he grabs Aether's wrist, starts playing with the silver bracelet. He counts the links like a rosary, rotating the slightly-too-loose jewelry around Aether's wrist, lips moving in a silent prayer. "You promise?" Dew asks, voice small, not tearing his eyes away from the bracelet. Aether doesn't have to pry with his quintessence to know who he's thinking of. He's thinking of them too.

"Cross my heart," Aether says, letting Dew trace his claws along the lines of his palm.

They sit there in silence, Aether pulling Dew carefully against his side, even though the fire ghoul hasn't been fragile in a long time. "Dew," Aether breathes. "I love you so much, you know?"

Dew hums, his broken tail wrapped tight around his own thigh. "I know."

Another long lull of silence. The tension not quite broken. He pulls Dew closer, turns and presses a kiss to the sharp edge of his obsidian horn.

"Go to Mount," Dew breathes after a while. "Junie needs to hear this too."

Aether nods, pressing another kiss to Dew's cheekbone. "I love you, darling. Nothing's gonna change that."

"Love you too," Dew whispers as Aether opens the door. He smiles at his mate, slipping out of his room and heading to the outside door.

It's a long walk down to Mountain's greenhouse, the glass building nestled right at the edge of the forest surrounding the Abbey. The heavy glass door is unlocked, much to Aether's surprise, and he pushes it open slowly, the old hinges creaking as it swings inward.

Mountain doesn't turn to face him when he enters the greenhouse. He plucks the baby spider plants from their vines, moving the seedlings to smaller pots.

"Sweet thing," Aether breathes, watching the way Mountain's back stiffens. He feels his heart clench as he sees the thorny vines wrapped tight around the base of Mountain's antlers.

"Aether," Mountain says, voice even and bitten back.

"Mount, please," Aether says, taking another step towards his earth ghoul.

"You didn't talk to any of us before making this decision, even though you know it affects all of us," Mountain says, still not turning back to face him. The shears snip, metal on metal, and Aether winces.

"I'm sorry, Mount. I knew-"

"You knew what?" Mountain says, and the worst thing is that there's no anger in his tone. Just cold, still, evenness. "That if we knew that you were gonna stop touring, we'd stay behind too?"

Aether squeezes his eyes shut. They sting in the humid air, or are those just tears? He can't really tell.

"Do you mean to tell me, Aether, that you don't remember what the clergy did to Ifrit when he said no? What they did to Omega, your fucking predecessor? What they did to Zeph?" Mountain's voice cracks, fingers ghosting over a silver striped leaf, the entire vine trembling under his touch.

Aether takes a long breath. The silence is thick, never mind the humidity. "That's why I didn't tell you. I thought that if it were just me, and something happened, even though Papa promised me nothing would happen," Aether stresses, "You two would be safe and away from here. And if I came with, I would crash and burn and they would get rid of me anyways. I'm tired, Mount. I'm sorry."

Mountain turns to face him for the first time, and Aether almost stumbles back a step. Mountain's eyes are red rimmed and puffy, tearstains streaking down into his stubble, lower lip trembling. "Nova," Mountain breathes, so quietly Aether almost thinks he imagines it. "I know you went to Dew first. He'd break if you were gone. If we lost you like we did the rest of our pack. But I need you to know it would break me. I'm your mate too."

Aether can't hold back the keen that he makes when he sees his mate in distress. "They need me in the infirmary, I'm not going anywhere, sweet thing," Aether swears. He starts to twist his bracelet around his wrist, trying to keep himself level. Mountain sets down his shears, tail thrashing behind him, distress rolling off of him in waves like the scent of rotting vegetation.

"You can say that all you want, Aether, but we both know."

"Mountain," Aether says. He runs a hand over his face. "Mount."

"What do you want me to do, nova?" The earth ghoul says, voice wavering like branches in a breeze. "The decision's already been made. You're staying here, while your mates and the rest of our pack leaves. And let's be honest with ourselves. Neither of us know if you'll be here when we come back."

Aether feels something shatter deep in the core of him as he watches Mountain's steady shoulders start to shake. He rushes forward just as Mountain's knees wobble, wrapping his mate up tight in an embrace, guiding his head down into the crook of his neck as he begins to sob.

He rubs his cheek against the velvet coating Mountain's spring antlers, unable to keep his own eyes from watering as he rubs Mountain's back, every muscle tense. For once, he doesn't know what to say. He just holds him, lets him cry.

Eventually, he coaxes Mountain back behind the curtain of hanging vines to his living area, a daybed big enough for the giant and his mates, a small table and chairs tucked next to a basin sink. They sit down on the daybed, their sides pressed flush together. Mountain turns, tucks his face back in the crook of Aether's neck.

"Sweet thing," Aether breathes, praying to the Father Below he can keep his voice level. "What can I do?"

Mountain sniffles, takes a second before he answers, pulling back from Aether's throat. "I miss them, Aeth. I miss them so much."

He's not looking at him, and Aether turns to follow Mountain's line of sight. He's staring almost blankly at the flower garden that blocks off this section of the greenhouse. There's a raised bed underneath one of the rafters, with a dozen hanging baskets that create a curtain of greenery. It's a visual cacophony of colors and shapes, but it's Mountain's pride and joy. Aether knows what this garden means, who each plant represents.

There's hanging baskets of oak-leafed geraniums, dotted with little purple flowers, and ones with fuzzy clusters of edelweiss. Deep purple, almost black irises shoot up from the main bed, petals ruffled and curled at the edges, broken up by bee balm and spider lilies and white and red snapdragons. A trellis of delicate yellow jasmine blossoms stands at the edge of the bed, surrounded by daffodils and catchfly and calla lilies and baby's breath.

But Mountain's eyes are drawn to the hanging cissus discolor vines, the silver striped, deep green leaves. Aether knows exactly who Mountain's thinking of.

"I know, sweet thing," Aether breathes, staring at Mountain's garden. "I miss them too."

Mountain tears his eyes away from Zephyr's plants, snapping to face Aether. "I don't want to miss you, nova," he says, just the slightest growl at the edge of his voice. Aether cups Mountain's cheek, runs his thumb over the prickly, tear-damp stubble there.

"It'll be okay, Mount. I'll be right here with Sunny when you and Dewey come home, promise."

He takes a long, shuddering breath, eyes fluttering shut as he tries to calm himself. "Aether, you and Dew are the only ones of the old pack I have left. Please, nova, you gotta understand."

Aether doesn't respond, just pulls him tight into another tight hug, big hand cradled against the back of his head, guiding his face back to his neck. "I know, Mounty. I know."

They sit there until the sun sinks below the treeline, and eventually, they return to the pack. Aether starts his shifts in the infirmary as his mates start rehearsals with the new ghoul and ghoulette. He has a lot of time to think, intake and discharge paperwork always on his desk, about how best he can soothe his mates with their upcoming departure. He fidgets with his bracelet as he thinks, and he lights up as it hits him. That's it.

He borrows Swiss's utility knife, flipping it open to the needlenose pliers, staring at his bracelet, a little too big for his wrist, how the silver matches the metal of the grucifixes he and his mates wear around their necks.

Aether waits until the night before the pack and Papa are due to leave to act. It takes a little finessing, because while Mountain takes his necklace off when he goes to bed, Dew never stops wearing his, but a little quintosis to put the fire ghoul in a deeper sleep doesn't hurt. He works quickly as his mates grumble in their sleep, subconsciously reacting to the empty space in their bed. Aether sets the necklaces in his nightstand when he's done, muttering under his breath as he struggles to reclasp his bracelet around his wrist one handed, fingers smelling of silver polish and metal.

Once he gets it clasped, he climbs back into bed, holding his mates close as he too sinks into a deep sleep. He's going to miss this, and that's the last thought he has before unconsciousness takes him.

He's woken by Dew scrambling in his arms. "It's- it's not here, I don't- Aeth, Mount, my grucifix-" He paws at his own chest, feeling for something under his oversized shirt that isn't there.

Aether sits up, taking Dew's face in his hands softly as Mountain groans and stretches behind them. "Sorry, love, I took it off while you were asleep. I didn't mean to make you panic, I wanted to do something for you and Mounty before you two head out."

Dew's eyes are still wide, chest heaving as he tries to calm himself down. "Aeth, what do you mean? Where's my grucifix?"

Aether nods, palms up and open as he climbs out from the tangled mess of their limbs. "I have them, they're right here," he says, opening up the drawer of his nightstand, pulling out the two necklaces. Aether sets Mountain's down, turning back to Dew.

"Let me?" Aether asks, avoiding Dew's outstretched hands. Dew takes in a shaking breath, staring up at his mate, and nods. Aether loosens the adjustable cord, slipping it over Dew's head, pulling his sleep-mussed braid through, and sets the freshly-polished grucifix right over his mate's heart.

Dew furrows his brow as Aether pulls away, fingers going to touch the new addition to the necklace; a small ring, plain, unadorned, but the same gleaming silver as the grucifix. "Aeth, is this..."

"Hmm?" Aether asks, grabbing Mountain's and humming as he clasps it around the earth ghoul's neck, his antlers too wide for an adjustable cord like Dew's. He settles the grucifix and a matching ring over his heart as well.

"Your bracelet, nova," Mountain breathes, putting voice to what Dew's unable to.

Aether nods, eyes flickering down to said bracelet. "Thought you might like to have something of mine close to you when you go."

Dew grins, even as his eyes flood with tears, and tackles Aether into a fierce hug. "You're a sappy fucking bastard, Aether," he says, even as his own voice wavers, cheek pressed to Aether's throat.

"Love you too, Dewbug," he says, catching Mountain's equally misty eyes over his shoulder. Mountain has a hand pressed to his chest, pressing the grucifix and ring against his heart. "And I love you, sweet thing."

Mountain grins, standing and wrapping his long arms around both his mates, the three of them soaking in these last moments before inevitably they have to go their separate ways.

Aether's right. Mountain and Dew don't take off their necklaces for a long time, long after they return from tour. They keep that tiny piece of their mate close to them, to where he lives inside of them no matter what happens.

#constantly having feelings trio feelings #did i ignore my wiplist and send this one straight to the top? yeah #anyways #the black irises are omega #the calla lilies are mist #spider lilies are alpha #bee balm is ifrit #aether ghoul #mountain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #dot's writing #aether/mountain/dewdrop #also I wanna see if my Venn diagram of ‘fob songs I’ve titled fics after’ and ‘fob songs I’ve heard live’ will be a circle again lmao

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wrathofrats · 1 month

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Some gay freak DMd me “I love the idea of mist hating rains attitude and how fucking high n mighty he seems to feel so she wrecks him and maybe she has Dew watch for a touch of humiliation bc dews obv so obsessed w Rain, it'll be good for droplet to see how pathetic he rlly is or smthn” and then I blacked out and wrote multiple paragraphs in his DMs so enjoy

(Love youuuuu @divine-misfortune)

Warnings for: dubcon, humiliation, probably technically exhibitionism, tentacles, trans rain, mean mist, yeah

Rain hasn’t looked at her all day.

Between trying to teach him how to play all the way through square hammer and trying to even begin touching the newer songs he’s expected to play, rain has barely even spoken or looked her in the eyes.

When mist corrects his technique he ignores her, playing through anyways like he hasn't done anything wrong. His attitude can be rough at times, as any water ghouls is, but today? Mist doesn’t think she can handle it. She can deal with snarky comments and eye rolls, but rain acting like he knows better than her makes her blood boil.

“Is this seriously how you’re going to act today?” Mist scoffs when rain looks up just to look back down again. “Are you really not going to listen to me?”

“I already know the song. Maybe if you stopped talking you’d be able to hear it too” rain mumbles.

Mist almost sees red. She hastily grabs the bass from his hands, trying not to let her rage damage the instrument. Once she knows it’s safe back in its stand she grabs rain by the shirt collar and drags him to the common room, ignoring the curses and protests rain yells out while clawing at her hand.

Dew sits in one of the chairs, legs lazily thrown over the arm with his phone in his hand. He honestly looks like he’s about to fall asleep before he hears the sound of rain threatening mist coming from around the corner.

“Get your fucking hands off of me mist!” Rain almost screams as she practically throws him to the ground in front of dew. It’s a pointed decisions, she’s seen the way dew looks at him, can read him like a book after all the time they’ve had to spend together. If rain wants to act like a brat for her, then he should have no problem showing that side of him to dew as well.

“Stay down if you know what’s good for you” mist hisses when rain scrambles. Dew can only stare wide eyed at the situation in front of him. He swings his legs to sit normally, confused on if he should stay where he is or leave to save rains dignity. The look mist throws at him keeps him glued in the chair.

“Our perfect water lily seems to think he’s figured everything out” mist smiles at dew, slotting herself behind rain. “Just thought that there’s one more thing he might want to know about”

One arm holds him to her chest as he struggles, the other yanks his pants to his ankles. Rain attempts to cover himself, pull his legs up and place his hands over his exposed cunt, but shame fills his face even if dew can’t actually see anything like this.

Dew just sits and watches, doesn’t dare to move. He’s half embarrassed for the poor ghoul in front of him because he knows damn well what mist is about to do,

But the other half is almost too excited to see it.

Mist whispers something unintelligible into rains ear that subdues him enough to let her force his legs open. His pussy is on full display for dew to gawk at. He’s already starting to get slick and shiny, pretty. Rain can bare to look at him, instead shoving his face into mists neck as she coos.

Mist slides her fingers up and down his folds, gathering the slick that’s already about to drip onto the carpet, and spreads him wide so dew can see how he clenches around nothing when she ghosts her fingers over his clit.

It’s obscene. Dew feels like he’s the sick one for staring so hard but god it’s impossible not to watch. Rains thighs twitch as if he desperately wants to close them and hide himself but he knows better, breathing heavy while mist just smiles at how docile she’s made him.

She rubs at his clit, purposeful motions that have him bucking up into her hand in search of more friction. The debauched wet sounds get louder as she works, dew wouldn’t be surprised if the floor below him was soaked already.

Mist is shocked it doesn’t take much, even more so that rain doesn’t know about this part of himself yet since he seems to be so easy. She rubs faster when she begins to feel it, rain lifting his head in slight panic.

Dew knows what she’s doing, knows the terrifying feeling.

A thick tentacle slowly reveals itself from rains cunt, bluish in hue, dripping in rains own arousal.

“Oh there we are waterlily” mist smiles as rain again tries to wiggle himself away to close his legs in shame from whatever is currently happening to him.

Mist keeps him open and on display, strokes the tentacle and guides it to stretch him open. Not super long but absolutely thick enough to have rain gasping and jutting his hips away,

It’s wet, making a mess of the poor ghoul for dew to watch, just seeing his little crush get ruined by his own tentacle in front of him.

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