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agentstarkid · 9 months

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SERENDIPITY ✦ DR3

“Serendipity is an unexpected and very lucky finding, that is, a coincidence that fills us with happiness. Serendipity in love implies the feeling that the universe conspires in our favor, bringing that special person into our lives at the right time and oh boy, did the universe send her everything she ever needed in the form of a 5'10" man with a built-in accent, a love for Tim Tams, adrenaline-fueled spirit and a smile that could light up a whole town.”

✦ pairing: daniel ricciardo x famous!latina!reader

✦ type: social media au

✦ face claim: becky g

✦ warnings: female!reader, covid-19 & quarantine mentions, age gap, language.

✦ pit wall live: HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY BESTIES! 🤗💗 I've been working on this for a month, honestly I thought I was gonna finish it fast but tbh that was really naïve of me 🥴 the amount of times I ended up changing almost every little thing is insane lol but today I sat down and commited to finish and post this! this is my first ever smau or any kind of 'x reader' really, so please be kind 🤍 and of course it was going to be about the love of my life!

— oh btw, my idea is to get to present time and make it angsty so let me know what you guys think! I really hope you enjoy!

─── The Joker & The Queen (Masterlist)

JANUARY 01, 2020

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yourinstagram 2019 was full of happiness, pain, healing and growth. I loved a lot, I cried a lot and I laughed a lot. I'm grateful for a lot of things in life, but I'm specially grateful for you guys ❤️🥂 I LOVE YOU! ❤️

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fioamato It's out with the old and in with the new ⏭️😜

iamdannaschwarz this could be the start of something new indeed 😏🤭 yourinstagram 🙈 user yourinstagram girlieee does this mean you found your Troy Bolton tonight? 👀👀👀

iamdannaschwarz what a year it has been! Through the ups and downs you prevailed. So proud of you! Cheers, amiga! 🥂❤️

itsvittoriasousa u deserve the whole world, i wish everyone knew ur heart 🥺 love you biiiiiiig ❤️

user1 can we talk about that dress!!!! jaw dropped 🤯

user2 Mami 🔥🔥🔥

selenagomez ❤️🥂🎆

user3 danny ric you ain't slick baby we can see u 👀

user4 words on the streets that they were seen pretty close the whole night 👀

user5 girlies do we think the writing on the napkin belongs to mr. ricciardo? 🧐

user4 what about the last pic?? could it be about a nod to him???

user3 somebody call the fbi and the cia we need to decode this 🔎🔎🔎

sebastianyatra una locura de año 🚀 happy new year penguin!

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JANUARY 25, 2020

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justjared New couple alert?! YN LN, 21, and Formula 1 driver Daniel Ricciardo, 30, were spotted on a walk and getting cozy during a night out in New York. More photos now on JustJared.com #YNLN #Daniel Ricciardo Photos: Backgrid

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user1: well that's a couple nobody saw coming 😶 good for them tho

user2: These pictures are so creepy as to get these they literally have to stalk these people and are probably hiding in bushes or wherever to get the shots

user3: he's a full-grown man in his 30s messing around with a teenager how shocking 🙄

user4: how is she a teenager if she's 21??? she is a consenting adult and has been for a while...make it make sense user5: it's a 9-year age gap not 25 😑 y'all should learn to mind your own fucking business

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FEBRUARY 05, 2020

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yourinstagram starry nights, sunsets, little moments, deep conversations & special feelings 💖🃏

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iamdannaschwarz pov: you were there to witness the first conversation 🤣

itsvittoriasousa never knew a person could blush that hard 😂 yourintagram you are both getting blocked 🙅‍♀️

fioamato 🃏🃏🃏

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MARCH 11 & 12, 2020

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APRIL 09, 2020

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yourinstagram Quarantine with an aussie boyfriend: turns out, 'G'day mate' is the only greeting you'll ever need. Who needs handshakes anyway? Also, you get to excessively use the word 'mate' without being judged. It's basically a linguistic free pass 🤷🏽‍♀️😂🇦🇺

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user: OMG OMG IT'S FUCKING HAPPENING!!!! EVERYBODY STAY CALM!!!

user: Dan-Y/N nation how we feeling today? 😍

user: wasn't she dating sebastianyatra tho?

user2: nah they've been friends for years

user3: «cristina» is lowkey about her tho 🤭 "you were 19, i was 23"?? and there's a 4 year age gap between them?? they deffff had something going on a few years back AT LEAST 👀

user2: who knows maybe they did, but they refer to each other as "like-a-brother" and "like-a-sister" so as far as we know they are only best friends 🤷🏽‍♀️

fioamato what do you say titi yourmomsinstagram does it get the seal of approval?

yourmomsinstagram 🤔🤔🤔 yourinstagram she face-timed me and told me to pass the phone so she could talk to him. They talked for an hour. They are besties now, she's just trying to play hard-to-get 🙃

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fioamato 😂😂😂

jbalvin encantado de verte feliz hermanita ❤️

danielricciardo tell your boyfriend he's really lucky 🤙🏼

yourinstagram thanks will do, mate 🤙🏼

user OMG??? you guys are so unserious 😭

user2 MOM??? DAD???

user3 danielricciardo yourinstagram i'm glowing, flourishing and thriving 🥰😭

michaelitaliano shitty accent though

yourinstagram I love my haters ❤️ you guys are my motivators ☺️ btw don't you have a kangaroo to fight?

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APRIL 29, 2020

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yourinstagram Spanglish country…we’re doing it!! Watch kanebrown_music and I blend sounds, languages and dance moves in #LostInTheMiddleOfNowhere (Spanish Remix) 😜 song and video OUT NOW 🔥

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iamcardib OKAAAY MAMAAA 🧊🧊🥶

lali ALTA DIOSA 🔥

user she 👏 never 👏 misses 👏

itsvittoriasousa BRO U ABSOLUTELY ATEEE

user jaw drops to floor eyes pop out of sockets hearts out of chest 😍

danielricciardo wow caliente 🔥

user the amount of unwell I am in this exact moment

user2 daniel is right. muy caliente 🥵

user3 i'm losing my mind over 2 words + emoji okay

user4 daniel stop being a cunt and make an appearence in one of Y/N's ig lives

user5 user4 you could totally hear his voice in the last one lmao

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MAY 03, 2020

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danielricciardo Just a bunch of life 🤠🚜🇦🇺🇺🇸

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yourinstagram awesome taste in music mate 👍🏼

danielricciardo big fan of hers 👍🏼 love finding new underground artists ☺️ user imagine calling THE yourinstagram an "underground artist" lmaooo user2 they're both such little shits i love them your honor 😭

kristenanniebell ❤️❤️❤️

scottyjames31 I see you're in good company mate

corey_wilson goodness I miss the ranch so much

user daniel said lemme give you thirsty bitches a few droplets of water

user2 there's so much to unpack here omfg

iamdannaschwarz you're welcome 😌 also there's a no-return policy in the contract ok bye

fioamato you're welcome 😌 x2 itsvittoriasousa you're welcome 😌 x3 danielricciardo nah i think i'm gonna keep it for a long while thanks. i'll rate you guys with 5 stars 👍🏼

user3 THE LETTER ON THE LAST PHOTO ???? I'M SENDING Y'ALL MY THERAPY BILLS

user4 THE MATCHING RINGS PLEASE!!!!!!! 😭😭😭

user5 all this soft launch shit is killing me guys help somebody let them know that we already know so they can stop playing!!!

yourinstagram but where's the fun in that babes? 😌 user holy shittttt!!!! y/n ???? i- 🤯 user5 OH MY GOD!!!! HI MOTHER AJKFFLAHDASD user2 it's a fucking confirmation!!!! dan-y/n nation we got it!!! it's crumbs but we got it!!!!!

user6 we stan a suportive bf ☝️🤩

user7 999 for grammy's best album of the year ✨manifesting✨

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faru-itsok · 2 months

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Ok here we go again

This movie has me going through so many emotions!

Well it looks like Kaito most certainly will not be having a great time during this case, I so hope he have a BIG moment where everyone ( the characters in the movie) be like “damn, he is so cool and great and intelligent” because he deserves to have a big moment of admiration.

Also

Can they Please leave this poor little baby’s clothes alone!

Not only does Heiji cut his fucking hat, someone just cut his tie and jacket too?

I feel like Kaito would be fuming later watching 1) His cape stained with ketchup 2) His multiple broken monocles 3) His top hat almost cut in half 4) His tie cut in various pieces 5) His jacket cut from side to side

Do people know how difficult is to patch up/ replace those things? They are expensive for a student!! Did the first Kid ever had to deal with this kind of insanity?!

Ok that’s about it for today’s “Faru needs therapy” episode

It makes me really happy to share this things with you guys and maybe share some of this energetic feelings towards DCMK

As I said previously my organ/soul selling went well and I’m officially going to Japan in April, so if anyone is going to be there around that time let’s go to the movies together 🤗✨

#dcmk #magic kaito #kuroba kaito #kaito kid #case closed #detective conan #kaitou kid

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loneliestluvr · 21 hours

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𝑻𝒐 𝑴𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝑰 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝑮𝒐, 𝒊𝒊𝒊.

i. ii. iii.

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x Archeron OC

Synopsis: Caught up in a world of hollow grief for her people, her life, and her father, Blair Archeron is forced into a life under the light she wants no part of after ghosting through immortality since being Made. But what she finds, is not what she expects.

Warnings: beron😒, abuse in general(like triggering af please be warned), me being a rhysand hater, brief suicidal thoughts

Word Count: 4.1k— this took me all day to write(from 7-9 am and then 3-now please be thankful😞🙏🏼)

taryn thinks: YES I DID CHANGE THE NAME. IT FITS BETTER. I HAD NO IDEA WHERE I WAS GOING WITH THIS WHEN I STARTED. HUSH. i would like to choose this very moment to tell you there will be a happy ending and to say they WILL end up with babies. still unsure how many parts this will be though 💃🏼 im just a gorl. @readychilledwine this is my payment for that tamlin baby and domestic fluff(smut if you’d like) bonus chapter for lost bonds 🤗

There was glass shattered on the floor by the windows.

Eris’s head was down as he stood before his father, pieces of deep auburn hair hanging by his eyes as he tried not to move and tried not to let any emotion pass over his face. Just as Beron expected when he took his lashings— whether that be from a whip, his tongue, or his powers.

However indignant, the fact his father had chosen his tongue today was a mercy.

“You are insignificant,” Beron seethed, spit spraying from his mouth as he yelled. The deep, cruel, voice booming off the walls of his fathers study. “—a bastard, truly. A bastard because you surely can not be this stupid and be born of me. A worthless excuse for a first son.”

Eris kept his stature wane, making himself small for his father despite the fact he was a few good inches taller than the male.

Sometimes, he thought the High Lord’s need to belittle and denigrate everyone around him, raise his voice and grow violent, was driven by some sort of lust. For power, respect, whatever it may be. Something he lacked.

That maybe the fact he put energy into minimizing his court, his family, his wife even, was because he didn’t even respect himself. That he needed to create room for his anger and hatred by pushing others down.

What had happened to him that made him so cruel? Is this how his father had been to him? Was this love to him?

“How is it that we’ve only just learned there’s a fourth sister, Eris? Tell me,” Beron’s voice grew lethally quiet as he spoke and Eris forced himself to breathe, bracing mentally. “—tell me so I know who better to put on the throne instead of your pathetic fucking excuse of life.”

His words grated against his ears, voice tight and angry and again growing louder as he spoke.

Another glass was thrown, and shattered. Hitting the wall so close to Eris’s head that a piece flew at him, slicing across his cheek lightly. He barely moved.

The crystal thin enough, knife-like enough, that he felt the warmth of his blood start to slowly seep from his skin.

Like moisture collecting on the petal of a white poppy in the early morning dew when he sat in the meadows by the Forest House, Saydee’s head in his lap as he talked to the earth. A small reprieve from the chaos of the palace.

Eris was there, in his mind.

Petting his hounds grey coat as he whispered, just as he always did when the sun came over the horizon and woke for the day. Like he had since he was just a faeling sitting in his mothers lap as she did the same.

His mother had explained it so gently one morning, sat in the grass, about when the sun comes over the skyline to say good morning. Not to speak too loudly or too brash so that he didn’t startle the earth, because she too deserved kindness. The Mother.

So almost everyday for as long as he could remember, he sat in that meadow, lazing in the tall grasses as those vibrant hues of blue and orange and pink and yellow streaked across the sky— and he whispered to Her.

About his hopes and dreams that would never be fulfilled or sought after, talked of the life he wished to have. That he wished his own mother had. Asked for her days to be gentler, kinder, prayed on every wild dandelion he found, for someone to share his days with, to talk to— however boring.

And he had. He had his dogs, and he had the fields surrounded with the creeks that ran through their property, and he had the sky.

He wished he was there most of the time. So he created a place in his head, to escape in moments like this.

Acres of meadows, full of flowers and taller grass than he could dream of. Up to his hips, his bloodhounds disappearing beneath the blades as he strolled leisurely. Hands wading through the soft thicket. Sometimes he dreamed of others with him, his mother, Lucien, someone else.

Locked away that piece of himself to disappear into whenever being in his body became too much.

It’s where he had spent nearly fifty torturous years Under the Mountain, spending every waking moment protecting the female who had raised him for his father didn’t care to. Spending fifty years away from those grasslands and that beautiful savoy grandeur. His meadows.

Throwing stick after stick out into those pastures as he walked further and further, his best girl running every time he threw— chasing bunnies and jumping into the streams. Getting lost in his mind. When he knew it was morning, which was so very rare down in that dark and decrepit nightmare, he prayed. He prayed for some divine force to step in, for Her to save him and his family. To be kinder. The first time he cried and spoke his despair aloud, Feyre Archeron had come three days later.

Eris was deep in fern grasses as the blood dripped down his face, but he still did not move.

He hadn’t even taken his coat and finery off from Hewn City yet, having told his father he was coming from the lookout on the northern border. He didn’t bring attention to it.

He heard his fathers deep breath and the creaking of the chair behind his desk as he sat, maybe seeing reason now that the heady scent of his sons blood filled his study.

“You will go to Rhysand as soon as possible,” Beron started, pinching the bridge of his nose. Eris still didn’t look up, just blinked at the floor. “—do what you must. Find a way in, figure out what else those wretched girls took from us. I do not care if you kill or maim or whatever else takes your interest these days.”

His voice trailed off as if remembering something significant and Eris heard the wood groan again and then footsteps, his heart remaining steady despite the screaming that filled his head. Then he saw the polished toes of Beron’s shoes.

“You always were the smartest of my sons. So much like me, so brutal.”

Male pride laced those words. Eris wanted to throw up, he wanted to scream, and he did want to kill. He wanted to kill the man before him, wanted to kill the ruination that circled this court. That ripped its beauty from her chest, chewed it up, and spat it out.

But he did not move.

A hand gripped his chin, turning his face to the side and up. Eris let his eyes flick to his fathers face and saw the warning there.

“Where did you get this.” It wasn’t a question, Eris knew.

“I was playing with Saydee and tripped too close to a jagged rock, it cut me. It didn’t hurt.”

Beron released his chin if only to land a sharp slap on his other cheek and then immediately grabbed his face again. His grip burned, like molten ire, making the flesh of his cheeks dig into his teeth.

“Where did you get it.”

“I was practicing my swordsmanship with Brenton and he sliced me with his rapier, it was an accident. He got the proper punishment for hurting me.”

Beron released his son’s face and stepped back.

“Get out, don’t let your mother see you.”

Doubtless that the reason he wanted him gone was because he didn’t want his sons blood to drip onto those precious carpets.

Eris didn’t need to be told twice, so he walked. As calmly as he could until he got to his rooms, making sure to take the long way around and avoid where his mother was no doubt waiting by her own door to hear Eris’s footsteps walk by.

To know he was safe, or to know what his father did. Either way, he didn’t want her to see him like this.

Closing the door behind him, he finally loosed a breath, opening his eyes as he shucked off his jacket and draped it over the chaise by the hearth. Walking to his tray of decanters, lightly touching the blood on his face with one hand as he picked a bottle up in the other.

His scarred fingers came back crimson.

A slow boiling rage, like simmering sugar, filled his body. His muscles, gritting his teeth silently. Grip growing tight as he looked at that blood.

And then that was all he saw as the glass bottle shattered into the brick fireplace, sending the flames roaring and him stumbling back a few steps into the post of his bed.

He hadn’t noticed it was lit, vision glazed over.

He was breathing heavily, eyes wide as he watched the flames fulminate, casting an orange glow on his room and his face. So bright and wild he felt the heat from feet away as he watched the fire roar and gutter back down.

Eris thought that maybe he really wasn’t any better than the man that sired him at all.

Spring in Velaris was beautiful.

The mid-day sun warmed the air around the River House, a gentle breeze kissing Blair’s skin and ruffling through her curled hair.

She’d let her little sister braid it back this morning, a thin coronet that made a beautiful pleated flower on the back of her head. Though her loose bangs tickled her eyes, Blair thought she had looked rather pretty.

She wasn’t so outside of her body when she sat in the open air. And she felt… alright.

Though she would have preferred a fir to scale, as they allowed for easier climbing, but the willow she had found herself in made for a good view of Elain working in Feyre’s garden.

It was a welcome change from her window. Like there was no need to run away and hide in the forests of her mind, digging her own hands into the soul of the earth just to make sure her mind didn’t numb away.

She was almost laying down against the bark, the large trunk and spindling branches wide enough two people could have sat up here side by side. As uncomfortable as it may have been, the rough corking crust digging into wherever it touched through her pale yellow gown, it felt like home.

It’d been a week since Starfall at the House of Wind, almost a month since that all too brief introduction she had made to the world in Hewn City on Winter Solstice. Of Prythian’s world, at least.

Blair hadn’t expected anything for it, she had been there for a short half hour and had been… occupied the whole time.

Sometimes her skin still burned when she was alone. In the bath, when she stirred honey into her tea, late at night in the too cool sheets of her bed.

She’d felt her own since Hewn City, able to think and manage conversations, elating to Feyre and Elain and she quite enjoyed conversing with her little sisters now. But she still laid by the fire, night after night just to feel that warmth fill her.

But after that, after the surplus of gifts from their small gathering that followed, presents hadn’t stopped when the Solstice holiday ended— but they weren’t coming from her family.

Baskets and boards and chests and boxes were sent to Rhysand’s palace and then were brought to the House. Welcoming’s and courtiers from every place in Prythian it seemed, branching out to welcome her.

Well wishes, mostly. Some off-notes and letters, claiming that Blair Archeron’s beauty could be used to fix the rifts in this continent and between courts. That had been the most absurd one, a letter for Rhysand asking for her hand in marriage. He laughed as he read it to her, sitting by the window— knees tucked into her chest.

It angered her more than anything. That she was already a prize to be had, or that it was Rhys they were asking.

Slowly, as days passed and she spent more time outside breathing clear air, the anger grew. The realizations came in waves, of things she had missed, times where she should have spoke up and didn’t.

Resentment, frustration, shame, guilt.

She didn’t let it show, bottling it up and shoving it down. Killing the urges inside her to scream at everyone, to bellow and seeth and grow violent. Something so awake in her, gnashing and bloody teethed. The need to give into that voice in her head that told her to let it go.

That she needed to in order to go on, in order to have a sense of normalcy. That exploding was the only was to settle her bones. She felt particularly nasty towards Rhysand.

The betterment he had to achieve and grovel over, should grovel over, was stacked against the High Lord.

The anger was what took her the most, forcing her fingers to loosen the grip she had on her fork at dinner nightly as she listened to him ramble and laugh. Watched Feyre go on like she would not die having his child, closer and closer to being due.

She wanted to watch him bleed as her sister was going to.

Wanted to scream for all he had made Nesta do.

The entitlement.

But Blair buried it.

So she would glare to herself when he wasn’t looking, lip pulled back slightly and passed off as a twitch, before she took in what was sent as an attempt to woo her.

Blair had thought they were for Feyre in all honesty, before Cassian explained that it was bad luck. A few days ago when he walked with her along the Sidra— Elain had dragged her out and in return she made the Illyrian come with her— he had said it was a grim omen and wish of terrible luck to send an expecting mother gifts for a babe that hadn’t yet been born. To the fae at least.

She listened mindlessly. Noting the scent of her older sister that came from him in waves. She needed to talk to Nesta, and soon. A conversation was owed on both ends.

The thin parchment of the book she was reading scraped against the soft pads of Blair’s fingers as she leaned back against the large trunk of the willow.

Vines of cream wisteria flowing in the soft wind that sent the caps of her bell sleeves fluttering, watching Elain out of the corner of her eye as she dug her bare hands into the soil. Choosing not to use the enchanted gloves Lucien had gifted to her as she tended to the flower beds at the back of the house.

Despite the cool air surrounding Blair from the river flowing a few paces away, a warmth bloomed past her skin, not from the sun, but from something else, and her chest melted or sparked or roared as she saw a flash of deep auburn hair— walking towards where she was in the tree.

The second oldest Archeron’s brow furrowed so slightly. That scent— that heated mahogany and citrus, burning embers, floated to her on a soft wind and brushed through her hair in a soothing caress.

Eris’s hand skimmed along the brush of a white rose hedge as he strolled, his gait loose but strong. Blair kept her focus on the pages she was reading, but a sudden pounding in her heart had her unable to focus on any of the words.

She heard him approach, feet light and careless, she wouldn’t have heard it if she were still human. But with her new ears, the new senses she was still getting used to, she could.

The feet stopped, just under her, and Blair flipped the page. The thin and gauzy skirt of her dress draped and hung down the branch she lounged on, leg crossed over the other.

Eris cleared his throat then, and Blair could see his tall stature blurred in the peripheral of her vision. Hands tucked appropriately behind his back.

“I’m shocked Rhys let you come here, especially with my baby sister in her condition.” Blair said without lifting her head to look at him. Eris hid his smile by lowering his head. “Or should I be worried you’ve come to steal Nesta away? She’s not here, by the way.”

The words poured out of her mouth so quickly that Elain lifted her head in wonder, the same furrow as her older sister’s she’d seen play out in her face so many times. Rhys was standing with his arms crossed on the stone walkway when Elain looked to the back doors. Not pleased, but something willing.

“Now, smart, beautiful thing.” He tsked his tongue, amusement lacing every word. “I wanted to see you, and I told you that Nesta was not what I wanted anymore.”

Blair lifted her head at that, looking down at his wretchedly beautiful face and he smiled that wicked smile at her that spoke of pure sin. The level of her belief was in her eyes.

Whatever he offered that was big enough for Rhys to allow him to come to Velaris, she didn’t believe it would be just for her. Eris had given something to gain something— that’s what they all said of him.

“I told him I’d spoil our fun and tell my father of our plans or he could let me see you and I’d send a legion tomorrow for him to direct.” Eris added, as if reading her mind or face or body. She forced herself to keep looking at him.

“I could have met with you somewhere else.”

“Would you have? Left this place?” A raise of his brows.

Blair didn’t know, she didn’t know why she said it. Why her tongue just moved before she could think with him. Her eyes said as much and then a sudden, unknown, panic filled her and the life guttered so quickly from her eyes.

“It is safer here anyway.” Eris said lightly a few seconds later, followed by a quiet sigh.

There was a thin white gash along his cheek, almost healed, but it wasn’t there the last time she’d seen him. Blair remembered every inch of his face whether she wanted to or not. A face that followed her.

“No gift to try and sweep me into a marriage with you?” She said as gently as she could, face a bit flat.

“I thought I gave you one.” Eris smiled and at Blair’s squinted eyes, he continued. She closed her book and tossed it to the ground, narrowly missing him as it thudded to the ground. “Our dances, I did give you three I believe. Is that not the correct number in the mortal realm when a male is courting a female?”

The female blinked down at him, pausing as she swung her legs over the side of the branch, face drawing ever tighter and then she couldn’t control it.

It was the wording that sent her laughing she supposed. The sound rich and full of life, not empty and deserted or even strained, a song that skittered over Eris’s skin. Soft and silky as a fawn’s coat, gentle and easy as a gliding dove.

“I suppose,” Blair started, grunting slightly as she slid on her stomach— using the little strength she had in her arms to hold tight to the trunk she was dangling from. “—if we were in the mortal realm.” Blair panted slightly and Eris’s mouth formed a tight line as he watched the female struggling to climb back to the ground.

Her palms quickly formed indents from the grooves and bumps and ridges she clung to, nails digging into the wood.

“But,” Slipping slowly, trying to find a place for her dangling bare feet to land or stick to so she didn’t drop seven or eight feet right to the grass. The thin sleeves of her dress catching and snagging on sharp ribs in the bark. “—I so graciously have the rest of my immortal life ahead of me,”

“Would you…” Eris’s hands trail off as he watched, hands behind his back and head tilted.

“I have choices, to make—” Blair interrupted, toes splaying as she reached and reached for the next thing down but there was just nothing. “So I think it fair I take,” She huffed, hands slipping and sweating as she tried to grapple. “My,”

Eris raised an amused brow to her backside, arms crossing over his chest as he just watched. Her full body dangling there and then Blair yelped, right hand slipping and then she was falling with a gasp.

Eris was there a second later, large hands firmly gripping her waist as her knees bent over something. Scratching up her hands as she went, skin ripping on the rough bark and she grappled for anything. Body twisting.

It was Eris who caught her, who she tangled herself onto so she wouldn’t slam against the ground. Panting, heart beating, arms around his neck before she looked at him.

Blue, rust-flecked eyes met amber ones.

“Time.” She whispered, staring at his face. He’d caught her. She couldn’t tell if it was her pulse she could feel inside her hand, or his, as it held to the junction between his neck and shoulder. His eyes flicked down.

“Yellow was a choice, my dear Blair.” She scrambled from his arms, dropping another foot before touching the ground as she stood on her own again.

“I like yellow.” She spoke quietly, brushing her hands along her dress and halting when it streaked the fabric with a dirty red. Looking up at him with a breath, she crossed her arms instead.

“Beautiful as a rare star, then.”

Blair rolled her eyes.

“What is it you want, Eris?”

The male nearly fell to his knees at the look in her eyes, the sound of his name on her tongue for the first time.

Out loud, that is. He’d rewatched her beautiful lips play with it in his head for the past month, over and over. Kept it for himself, for when he was alone or bored or…

Eris feigned a pout.

“No polite courtier? I just saved you, my fair damsel.” He said, face serious until he smiled again and Blair started walking back towards the house. Rhys mouth twisted into a satisfied smirk as he watched.

“I do not need saving, the worst that would have happened was a few scratches or a bruise. I would have lived.” Even if she didn’t particularly care to. She didn’t say that out loud, though. But the despair seeped into something, she didn’t care enough to stop and think about the feeling.

“Mm,” He hummed, following behind her. “I suppose so.” He wanted to grab her, to touch and feel her beneath the flesh of his hands just because. Something inside his chest dragging him along behind her, he was not himself.

Blair just kept walking, right up the stones and the marble stairs off the back of the house, feet padding to the doors. Eris stopped at the steps where Rhys made him halt.

“Don’t let them hold you.” Eris called and she looked over her shoulder just briefly before flinging the doors open and disappearing inside the house that was warded off. Eris couldn’t follow after her if he wanted to.

“You saw her. For whatever reason you needed, she clearly did not have an interest in the same.” Rhys sighed, stepping in front of Elain subconsciously as Eris stood there— still looking into the House. “Now leave my city before I kill you, you know not to speak of this place to anyone.”

Eris was still staring after her when he disappeared in a rush of wind and warm light.

Elain looked back at the tree where her sister and the male had come through moments ago, only to find a particular trail of higher grass where Blair had walked and suddenly grown dandelions were blooming.

From the slam of the back door seconds later and the vacant yard that Elain was now left alone in, nobody else had noticed.

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earthtoharlow · 1 year

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yourinsta: I love having a photographer boyfriend

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user: a photographer WHAT?!!!

user: just fell to my knees

jackharlow: purr slay werk it 💅

user: this dress tho??? 😭

user: they don’t deserve you

urbanwyatt: 💦 🐟

user: goals

URBANWYATT

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urbanwyatt: The garden still private ⛲️

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user: ⛲️⛲️

druski: why did y/n get a custom coat and not me???

yourinsta: they like me better than you 💋

urbanwyatt: well… 😬

druski: I’ll remember this

user: I love that y/n has the fur on the hood!

user: we don’t even get content from y/n and we have to rely on this guy to post photos of her 😭

user: also how does she know these people

user: you know celebrities be friends with everyone

user: anyone here from that y/n is dating someone in PG thread 🫣🤣

YOURINSTA

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yourinsta: I just hope both teams have fun

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user: baby’s first football game

user: GO! SPORTS

jackharlow: 🤦🏻‍♂️ you started cheering for the wrong team

yourinsta: not my fault they had the hotter players

urbanwyatt: no only Chelsea FC can have fun 🙄

yourinsta: damn y’all sport fans strict asf

gigihadid: you look beautiful 😍

user: loving this random friendship, it’s camp

user: maybe that thread is right, I’m starting to connect the dots ☠️

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ynsource: Y/N recent IG stories. Everyone wish Y/N good luck!

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user: she’s gonna make that runway her bitch

user: Urby 🤗

user: good luck y/n! Urban is such a good friend!

user: she should date him tbh, no one seems to care for her more 🤷🏽‍♀️

URBANWYATT

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urbanwyatt: I’m so happy this woman came into my life. She deserves to know that, although I have already told her plenty of times. Never have i met someone so caring and selfless. Happy birthday to my treacherous twin 🤞🤸

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user: aaaah this is so sweet

user: favorite besties!!!

yungskylark: happy birthday to the homie! yourinsta🫡

user: this picture kinda intimate but we thank you for blessing us with this photo 🫶

user: just fuck already!!

youinsta: urban, I adore you 🥹

user: do we need to leave you two alone?

jackharlow: everyone say thank you Jack for all of us becoming friends

yourinsta: no 🙄

URBANWYATT

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urbanwyatt: you caught us, you caught us red handed

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user: 😭😭😭

user: not a twitter thread exposing them

user: yall were not good at hiding

yourinsta: world worst kept secret

jackharlow: i'm just glad they stopped thinking it was me

yourinsta: you weren't even suspect number one... jackharlow: well I could've been!

cozane: ugh fucking finally

user: ADORABLE

user: I'm so happy for them 😭

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laf-outloud · 3 months

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___nezuko.kashii___ Jared Padalecki noticed me at comic con and said he liked my shirt! I am still freaking out about it and can’t believe I got it on video. I was in shock during the video and was at a loss for words but I feel so lucky because this happened to me! I am so happy that I got to meet him and take a picture with him! He’s such a nice guy! Once I wasn’t in shock anymore I told him that I loved him when we saw each other again in the photo op🫶🏻 My favorite character from Supernatural Sam Winchester🫶🏻

___nezuko.kashii___ This picture with Jared Padalecki deserves it’s own post☺️ My favorite character from Supernatural Sam Winchester!🫶🏻

cindylou929 All of the @cw_supernatural people we met yesterday at @abqcomcon . I’m pretty sure @daveh303925 planned to do this with my photo-op with @jaredpadalecki the whole time. He jumped into the pic at the very last minute! Jared was genuinely just a super nice guy!!!

page.j.nn Me: “Thank you🥹” him: “no thank you🤗”😭😭😭😭😭 I GOT TO MEET A WINCHESTER!!! THE JARED FREAKING PADALECKI!!! I grew up watching Supernatural and I finally got to meet him 😭🔥 LITERALLY THE BEST DAY EVER 😭 that’s 1/3 members I have yet to meet from the franchise ✨✨✨(also I do know him from GG but I’ve been into SN longer)😅

jalensalas Yesterday was so surreal! I met Jared Padalecki aka Sam Winchester, someone who I’ve admired for many years! He was so kind and sweet and when I asked if I could get a big hug, his response was “I LOVE a big hug!”

g_knee There are so many words and I am kinda at a loss for them! Yesterday I hugged #JaredPadalecki at @ABQComCon. He is kind and attentive and welcoming. Idk. It was awesome! Thanks for the encouragement #SPNFamily !

hollyjwilson2 There’s something so special that happened with this one🥰 Love this dude♥️

hollyjwilson2 Last but definitely not least is the SPN group with baby op. There so many experiences that I’ll hold close to my heart and I’ll never let my light be dimmed. Thank you for coming along with me💜

Special thanks to Holly for sharing so much of her comic con experience with the fandom! Especially the fact that Walker's coming back in April!

(And yes, the first photo's not a closeup, but it's Christopher Lloyd and Jared in the same shot!!!)

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beneathashadytree · 10 months

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Hello ! How do you feel now? I hope you're better now, I love all your yuumori fic so much,they're so comforting and pretty in characters!❤️

May I request some fic about clingy Albert James Moriarty x reader please?But take your time to write that and rest properly,I will wait🤗

By the way congrats for 2k,sweetie💕

CLINGY - ALBERT MORIARTY X READER

Warnings : none I think, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : domestic fluff <3

Word count : 0.8K words (oops)

Additional notes : Hi there!! I’m feeling much better now, thank you. I’m so glad that you enjoy my fics, because I love writing them so much! Sorry for taking so long to get to this; I had to finish my event requests first. Hope you like this one!💗

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“How about now?”

“No.”

“Please?” Albert dragged out the word, his emerald eyes begging them with all the charm he possessed.

Sighing, they set down the knife on the counter, and turned to face him. “If I went to cuddle you right now, we’d starve. No one’s home to cook us anything, and lord knows what’d happen if I let you in the kitchen.”

“Louis came back a few minutes ago,” he pointed out, his expression pleading once more. “We can leave it all to him and go upstairs.”

With a roll of their eyes (though they both knew they actually felt no annoyance whatsoever), they hummed and began to wash their hands in the sink. Already grinning mischievously at them as he knew he’d gotten his way, Albert dragged them away as soon as they’d dried their hands on the small cloth beside them.

***

“Happy now?” they asked, despite their grumbling holding no malice and their eyes full of only fond exasperation.

The man currently in their arms nodded, a satisfied quirk to his lips as he nuzzled deeper into their chest. Their nails scratched at his scalp in the way he so liked, and their other hand busied itself with rubbing soothing circles on his back, inching lower and delighting in the sight of him visibly shivering with satisfaction.

Sheer exhaustion was evident on his face, and the bags under his eyes told them that he’d probably been incredibly busy the few days he’d been away doing God knows what. The least they could do when he looked like that was embrace him and hold him tight in their open arms, even if he was being more demanding than usual.

After all, indulging him also meant indulging in their own desire to have him close at all times. Giving in to their own urges, they tucked a soft strand of hair behind his ear, and pressed a soft, barely-there kiss on his forehead. It was impossible; holding back their own affections when he was right there, his weight comforting ontop of them.

Albert clung impossibly tighter to their shirt, as though the closer proximity would somehow fuse them together. A hand crept under their clothes, splaying across their waist in a manner that was so intimate, and yet so chaste. Deft fingers climbed up their spine and left a tingling trail on their skin, and it suddenly felt like all was right in the world.

“What’s going on with you today?” they chuckled, sifting through his soft locks. “I haven’t seen you this clingy since… forever, I suppose.”

Without uttering another word, their lover simply kissed the exposed skin of their chest that he could reach, eyes closed in bliss, so it seemed. It only made the warm feeling in their chest swell to twice its size and threaten to burst through their ribs.

“Fine, don’t answer, you big baby.” They shook their head, and watched as Albert burrowed even further into their warmth, his eyelashes fluttering and his fingers gently squeezing their hips, as though reminding them that he was enjoying every bit of his childish charade.

In all honesty, they liked it all the more, seeing how he reveled in the feeling. Perhaps he was acting a bit spoilt, but he deserved it; what with all the time he was forced to spend away from them. And besides, they had always been the clingy one, so a switch in places was a rather welcome change. They were more than willing to return the favor of being loved so hard it healed all the wounds they never even knew they had.

When he finally spoke up, it was nothing more than mumbling against their shirt, “Do you have anything scheduled for the rest of the day?”

Thinking for a few seconds, they came to the conclusion that they had nothing left to do. “Not really. I finished everything I wanted to get done early in the morning. Moran’s snoring woke me up from the end of the damn hall.”

He breathed out a short laugh, before he stilled once more, hands all over them in the best way possible. Their bodies so entwined they couldn’t tell where they started and ended, it felt like falling deeper in love with nothing to stop them or hold them back—especially when every sound he made brought forth even more adoration from their depths.

“I’ll fall asleep like this,” he huffed out, his words coming out slower than usual.

“You can take a nap, just for a little while. It’s alright, you know.” Patting the back of his head tenderly, they offered their body up for a pillow.

“Just for a little while…” Albert muttered, already drifting off into a dreamland, where none of his usual worries could follow him, and where his darling was ever-present.

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look-at-the-soul · 2 years

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All we’d ever need (Part 4)

Tommy Shelby x reader

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Massive thanks for coming up with this idea: @lyarr24 ✨

Hope you enjoy this part!! 🤗🤍

Polly knocked on the door until she heard a low ‘come in’.

“Y/N?”

She looked at her godmother carefully. Once she was hurt, Y/N acted more careful around that person.

Inviting herself in, Polly took a seat on the bed, there was a big smile on her face, as if nothing happened.

“I’m sorry for what I said at the Garrison, didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You can’t take that back.”

“I know, it’s not an excuse but I was drunk and wanted to see my son…”

“What do you need Polly? I want to have some rest.”

“Are you feeling unwell? I remember when I was pre-”

“If you don’t mind… I would like to be on my own.”

The heartache Polly felt was terrible. She wasn’t forgiven yet.

“I brought you something…” Opening the box on her lap, Polly showed her a blanket. “When your mother asked me to be your godmother, I knitted this for you. Used to wrap you in this when I visited her or when she came over. Now you can wrap your baby in it too, to keep he or she warm.”

Y/N couldn’t control the tears coming down her cheeks, it seemed like someone opened the faucet. She was overwhelmed by a simple knitted blanket, it was a strange combination of happy and sad tears, but she couldn’t stop.

And soon a pair of familiar arms wrapped around her and rocked her body from side to side. It was the closest to a maternal hug she could get.

“Thank you godmother.” Y/N managed to say between sobs, hugging her tighter.

“Oh, my sweet girl… I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I would never hurt you. I won’t tell Tommy, I promise.”

Now it was Y/N’s turn to feel the heartache. She had been thinking of the possibilities.

“Good thing is you have Tommy by your side, he won’t let anyone take your child away like they took mine.”

Polly tucked her in bed, telling her the story of when she was a baby and the first time she got to hold her. Then Polly told her about Tommy and his first baby steps, about how once he started walking, no one could stop him, he would get going of he didn’t have someone keeping an eye on him. Polly left when she thought Y/N was sleep, but she wasn’t, she couldn’t sleep.

Her trembling fingers dared to move down her body, to a yet non-existent bump, her free hand moved the blanket that Polly gave her, close to her heart.

“I’m sorry baby… please forgive me.” Y/N whispered and she cried until there wasn’t any tear left.

***

Tommy thanked the woman for the tea and for agreeing to meet him with such a short time notice.

“I hope to see you around Mr. Shelby. It was lovely to meet you.”

Tommy nodded at her and put his flat cap on before opening the door.

“I guess I will see you around.”

“I didn’t know you were into older women Tommy.” Scudboat stated as soon as he started the car.

“You vowed secrecy right, Scudboat?” He saw him nod. “Then this stays between us.”

Tommy was done for now, this was his last stop in London, it had been a productive trip, first a meeting with Alfie Solomons and the men they recruited as bakers followed by a short visit to Ada, to start the rental properties.

***

“Tommy deserves to know the truth!” Polly’s eyes accused her. She didn’t get it.

“You don’t understand godmother, I can’t lose him!”

“You have to tell him Y/N.”

Soon the door flew open and the very same man they were talking about appeared in the room.

“Tell me what?” His flat cap and the shoulders of his dark coat had water drops from the rain that had been falling. Looking between his aunt and Y/N. “I’m waiting.”

“I’m pregnant.” Y/N revealed after a pause that seemed eternal.

Silence could be so loud sometimes. Her head was pounding, with trembling fingers she tried to reach for Tommy, but he moved away from her. Slowly, Y/N moved her eyes from Tommy’s shoes to his eyes, full of doubts, anger, disappointment, and a lot of other things she couldn’t name.

Y/N sobbed, her whole world was falling apart. “Tommy I’m sorry.”

“You did this on purpose right?!” He moved away from her, his cold tone made her stare at the floor.

“No, of course not.” Trying to reach for his hand, Tommy snapped out of her touch again. A chuckle full of sarcasm was her answer.

He was more than angry, he was furious.

“What was your plan? Let’s tell this fucker he got me knocked up and he will ask me to get married and I’m out of this shithole, ey?” Tommy moved around to the wardrobe. “He’s got loads of money now.”

How could he say that?

“Tommy no, that’s not-” Y/N saw him open her drawer and take out her clothes, then he threw it inside the suitcase. “What are you doing?!”

“You want me to applaud you for getting pregnant?” He started clapping. “There you go, now get the fuck out of my sight.”

“No, please don’t leave me Tommy. I will get rid of-”

A pair of strong arms started shaking her lightly. “Y/N open your eyes, listen to me love!”

Altered by his voice, Y/N woke up abruptly from her dream, panting and scared she tried to adjust her eyes to the day light.

“Just a nightmare love… I’m here now.” Tommy tried to clean the sweat from her forehead with his handkerchief. “It’s just me… just me.”

Her heart rate was up, it felt so real. The fear of his reject was killing her.

“Talk to me, what is it?”

“Y/N! Y/N! I was showing Michael some of the thin-” Polly’s happiness was replaced by a serious face. She wanted to give Y/N some of the things of her own children, but she didn’t know Tommy was back from his trip. “Sorry, I will come back later…”

But it was too late, Tommy had already seen the baby things his aunt was holding, and suddenly it hit him… the passing out, the way her breasts felt different, the glances, how protective Polly was acting towards Y/N…

“Close the door Polly.”

“Tommy…” and just like in her dream, her fingers started trembling. She was just trying not to repeat the same lines just in case her nightmare would come true. The ‘I’m sorry’ was at the tip of her tongue. Her eyes filled with tears and a loud sob escaped her mouth. She felt him move from the bed to the window, his back at her.

He opened his mouth a couple of times, but no words would come out.

Silence filled the room and Polly’s arms wrapped around her goddaughter protectively.

“How long have you been keeping this from me?”

An unlighted cigarette was hanging from his mouth, he had both hands on the table next to the window, his head hanging.

“Isn’t it the best news? A little bundle around.” Polly beamed.

“I asked Y/N a question.”

The anguish of her nightmare was nothing compared to this.

“Polly read the leaves I left when you took me to the pictures, a doctor confirmed it the day before the reopening o-”

Tommy moved to the corner of the room, his arms crossed. His mind working at speed.

“A whole fucking week then… do you hav-”

“Tommy.” John interrupted them opening the door.

“What?!”

“The landlady called, Campbell just arrived to the lodgings.” His eyes moved from Polly, to Y/N.

Clicking his fingers at his brother he requested: “Bring the car around John, send her up to entertain him.”

Looking up the ceiling, his hand rubbed from his mouth down to his chin.

“We’ll talk about this when I come back.”

And with that, he was gone.

Y/N bursted into tears. “I knew this would happen.”

Kneeling in front of her, Polly tried to wipe her eyes. “It’s alright, he is just in shock.”

Holding a pillow against her chest, Y/N shook her head. “No, it’s not alright Polly! I’m going to lose him because of this baby!”

Thinking about it was different than saying it out loud, it made her heart shatter into million pieces.

“Don’t say that, of course not… it’s just Tommy he doesn’t know how to show his feelings.”

“You know him Polly, better than anyone. He doesn’t want this.”

“No, my girl no…”

“You think Lizzie hasn’t told me about the whores?! How he used to deal with them?” She whipped the tears, leaving her eyes red from the force. “How he just took money out from his pocket so they took care of the problem?”

“Those women… they do that all the time.” Polly tried to grab her hands. “And you really shouldn’t be listening to Lizzie.”

“Why not? Hmm? She knows him too, I found her with his cock in her mouth once.”

Polly looked at her shocked. “What?! When?”

“Does it matter?”

“If he cheated on you, I’m going to cut his balls.”

“It was before we were together. Doesn’t change anything, and I know she still behind him.”

“You need to calm down.”

“I want to be alone.”

“But…”

“Please.”

As Polly closed the door the tears clouded her view. She couldn’t stop crying, not knowing what to do, she just let herself fall to the floor, her knees against her chest.

But she was determined to not lose him.

Y/N was wearing Tommy’s suit jacket, it was big for her, but it still smelled like him and she loved that. Trying to imagine it was his arms around her. But then, she made the mistake of taking a look inside of his pocket.

“I made you a tea to calm your nerves, my girl.” Polly gasped when she saw the bag on the bed. “What are you doing?”

“I can’t handle Tommy breaking up with me. I’m going back to my parents house for a couple of days.”

Polly’s hands tried to stop her. “You can’t leave just like that…”

“Why not? He could care less about this, he doesn’t care about anything but his business.”

As Polly heard the car outside, she rushed downstairs. There she found Tommy and John, he was impersonating Campbell.

“Y/N is leaving!”

Tommy dropped his coat and flat cap “Why?!”

“She says you don’t want the baby and you’re breaking up with her.”

“What baby?” John looked at them confused.

Tommy rushed inside, but Polly stopped him. “She’s under so much stress, the way you left… she had been crying.”

Ah fuck, this was his fault, he had been shocked by the news that his mind immediately worried of all those days he didn’t know she was pregnant, thinking of the dangers of what could happen to her and his baby, he had enemies, she could’ve fallen down the stairs, Sabini men could’ve taken her, even Campbell or the fenians could have taken her as guarantee for him to do the job.

He was used to control his feelings, not letting it show or affect his plans, of course, the pregnancy took him by surprise and the news still didn’t sink in… but that doesn’t mean he didn’t want the baby.

Polly should have tell him the moment she read the tea leaves, she knew the danger her goddaughter was in.

He felt like throwing up.

Y/N appeared at the top of the stairs with a suitcase at each side of her hips.

“This is ridiculous, you’re not going anywhere.”

“I can’t be here anymore.”

Taking two steps at the time, Tommy ripped the bags from her hands and walked back into his room.

“Come ‘ere.” Pushing her inside the room, Tommy closed the door for a much needed private moment. Even though his aunt and brother were walking upstairs.

“I’m trying to make this easier for you, I know you don’t want this.” She saw Tommy pacing the room, a hand on his pocket, the other one over his mouth. “I’ll be with my parents until I sort this out.”

“You’re not going to put a foot further than that fucking door, you hear me?”

“Let me just take care of this.”

“You’re not listening to me Y/N.”

She wanted to cry again. “I know yo-”

“I’m sorry the way I reacted, I was shocked at first, then I was scared for you and the baby… a lot of things can happen in a week, and if I knew then… I… I.”

“Oh really?” Her arms were folded against her chest. “Was this sudden worry before or after Grace sent you that letter?”

Tommy stopped abruptly his task; he was trying to put Y/N’s clothes back into the dresser. Looking around the room, he found the suit he was wearing that day over the bed, he was sure it was somewhere else.

“Looks like I’m not the only one keeping things from you.” Y/N threw the envelope in front of him. It was still closed, Grace’s address facing him.

He should’ve gotten rid of it as soon as it arrived. Blinking, he thought about the right thing to say, Y/N knew about Grace.

“I was going to burn that later.”

“Just like I was going to tell you later.” Right after Polly left the room she started looking inside Tommy’s pocket, that’s when she found the letter.

Staring at it for several minutes, she decided it was time to go home.

“That letter means nothing.”

“And yet you had it like a treasure.”

“With everything that’s been happening I forgot about it.”

“I’m packing that again, so don’t bother.”

“No. That’s not happening.” Tommy closed the drawer making a loud noise, his voice raising. “I’m not letting you go away!”

“I don’t want to be here Tommy, in this room, with you.”

“You can’t leave me Y/N. You’ve my child in there!”

Was this to make it up for the fact that he kept the letter?

“Since when did this paternal instinct start Tommy? You never mentioned anything before.”

The door opened a little and Polly poked her head in. Their argument could be heard downstairs.

“Tommy you both need to calm down.”

“I’m putting a fucking barricade downstairs let’s see if you can pass that.” He needed a fucking drink.

“Come to my house Y/N all the time you need.” Tommy looked at Polly as if she grew another head. “You want her to go back to London instead?”

“I don’t want her to go anywhere!” Throwing the suitcase, it made a loud bang against the wall. “Is this because of that fucking letter? I don’t care what it says.”

Desperate, he took the closed envelope and started to break it into million pieces. Then he threw it into the fireplace.

“There it is the fucking letter.”

He made a mistake the moment he kept it, but he wasn’t planning to read it.

“All this time and you still think about her.”

“No, you’re wrong, I don’t give a fuck about Grace.”

“Can we go godmother? Please.”

“Over my dead body.” Tommy announced.

But Polly pushed him out of the way while Y/N exited the room and as he saw Y/N walk downstairs, he felt the breaking of his heart with each step she took.

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rubenfinity · 2 years

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season's end ⤷ mason mount instagram au

genre: fluff

summary: as it was the final chelsea match of the season, your boyfriend mason invited you to the bridge.

note: a short and wholesome instagram au inspired by recent photos :)

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yourusername back to back player of the season 💙

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masonmount still trying to get my head around it 😅

↳ yourusername so proud of you baby ❤

cesarazpi money mase, future chelsea captain 🔥

↳ yourusername oh for sure!! 💯

jorginhofrello well deserved papai, happy for you 😊

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masonmount my boyfriend and soph 😍

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kaaihavertz29 my 👸

↳ sophiaaemelia mi vida ❤

yn&masonfan love how kai ignored the caption 😂

timowerner y/n and sophia are dating?

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itsamelewigi mace needs to stop trying so hard to be summer's favourite uncle 🤨🙄

↳ masonmount I don't need to try, I already am 🙂

declanrice mason's fanpages need to watch out, they've got competition 🤣🤣

↳ yourusername oh shush you 😂

↳ masonsfanpage it's true 🙄😂

yn&masonfan imagine how cute y/n and mason's babies will be 😅

↳ masonmount @/yourusername 👀

↳ yn&masonfan OMG GUYS DO YOU THINK Y/N IS PREGNANT???

↳ yn&masonfan2 if she isn't now, she might be after this 🤭

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↳ masonmount I think they might be onto something though 😏

jazbenham 😍😍

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avazans · 1 year

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"I can't, now that you've swallowed?" asked the amethyst with indifference towards her boyfriend. -I brought a dragon egg... it was lying there and I couldn't leave it- The green-eyed man answered.

-Damian, you already have a cow, a cat and a dog to give you- he sighs before continuing- now you attract an egg of d... - he can't continue because the egg began to crack, implying that the baby dragon was going to be born

Raven looks at the birth with surprise while Damian is somewhat happy because the new member of his family has already been born.

Once the dragon was born, Raven can no longer object with such cuteness, she is still happy and they welcome Goliath.

A mini that came out of a random conversation with my love @toboe-mond she deserves all the credits for such a beautiful idea that I put into a mini.

More pampered drawings, kacchakos and others are coming ❤️🤗❤️

#damirae #damian x raven #damian #raven #demonbirds #goliath #dc fanart #dcmultiverse

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mikuni14 · 2 months

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The Sign - Ep 12

If you are a fan of The Sign and enjoyed the last episode, please do not read any further. Believe it or not, I don't want my negative opinion to affect your good mood 🤗

Okay, so I hated the finale 😆 The series ended exactly as I feared it would. With what was also the worst thing about the Last Twilight finale and why I hated CharlieBabe's relationship: namely, when one person call the shots in the relationship, makes all the decisions on their own, including the most drastic ones, and lies to the other a person "for their own good", and the series shows this as something positive and romantic. I hate these tropes, i.e. forced separations, fake deaths, making decisions for two without talking about it, and noble sacrifice without informing the other person about it. I hate showing it in a romantic light as the ultimate proof of love because it IS NOT proof of love. This only proves that 1) you don't trust the other person, 2) you don't believe that he or she is a rightful member of your relationship 3) you don't believe that you can talk to this person, that this person will help you, advise you, support you 4) you subconsciously question their intellectual and emotional abilities 5) you think that this person needs to be babied and you are the only adult in this relationship 6) this person does not deserve to make a decision in their OWN CASE, their OWN LIFE. Tharn decided to "save" Phaya and grandma by leaving with Chalathorn, he made the decision thinking what was best for them, but never considering IF THEY WANTED IT. The sight of grandma fainting, and later clutching her heart and losing strength as Phaya cries in the hospital scene, the sight of Phaya's utter despair as he is unable to function normally, go to work, live, who spends every waking moment looking for Tharn - yes, THIS is it the "life" that Tharn had so nobly sacrificed for. THARN NEVER EVEN THOUGHT TO ASK PHAYA AND GRANDMA IF THAT'S WHAT THEY WANTED. HE MADE THE DECISION FOR THEM, LIED TO THEM UNTIL THE LAST MOMENT AND LEFT THEM ALONE TO DEAL WITH THE CONSEQUENCES.

What I ABSOLUTELY HATE is that Tharn has NEVER even wavered in his decision, even though Phaya MANY TIMES, including on their last night, tells him, begs him not to leave him and to trust him, that Phaya will always be by his side. And I also ABSOLUTELY HATE the fact that when Tharn returns, Phaya tries to explain to him how hard it was for him, what a traumatic experience it was for him, and Tharn doesn't even let him finish. How can I support such an unequal relationship? How could I trust Tharn if I were Phaya? Our Dating Sim showed how such separations affect people's mental health. However, Lee Wan realizes this and when Shin Ki Tae breaks down, he lets him talk about his fear and then comforts him. And he doesn't shut him up.

I admit I lost it when Tharn said to Phaya and Doc "Please stop killing each other" lmao what? Are you equating your boyfriend who had to fight for his life and the guy who tries to kill him in every incarnation, including when he is still a child? What about this sick symmetry? 😆 Of course, nothing compares to the fact that Tharn stayed with Chalathorn for a whole year because he felt sorry for him, while his grandmother (the heart-clutching one, you know which one) may have had a heart attack, and both she and Phaya are in agony and losing their health ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I loved Tharn, he was my favorite character in The Sign. And in the end he became the worst.

What was really funny was that in the end, NOTHING depended on Tharn and Phaya, it was Chalathorn - a murderer, manipulator and kidnapper - who made them happy 😄 And finally, they even thanked him and Phaya promised him to take care of Tharn, as if the doctor were the father of the lovely girl, who was being given away for marriage. Just kill me now 👌 Their love turned out to be completely pointless, because everything was decided by CHALATHORN, and everything related to their relationship took place offscreen and was actually a result of coincidence. Chalathorn even gave life to Tharn, gave him his soul. Thus proving that Phaya was useless to Tharn. Amazing 👌 Their love is based on fear, death, and separations and making the same mistakes, instead of taking action together, trust, faithfulness to each other, and mutual support. In their relationship, only Phaya makes an effort, I stopped feeling Tharn's love a long time ago. Tharn has always just surrendered to what is BAD happening around him (because Tharn/Wansa always surrenders to Chalathorn, not relies on Phaya/Garuda). The worst thing is that Tharn from the beginning of the series WAS NOT LIKE THAT 😤

THE POINT OF THIS SERIES WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THAT THIS TIME PHAYA AND TAHRN WOULD OVERCOME KARMA TOGETHER. They were to break this cycle with precise instructions from the abbot. Not only did they not overcome it, but they repeated it exactly to the letter. This raises the question: what was the point of all this, if Phaya and Tharn repeated the cycle of love, despair and death and got out of it thanks to someone else's decision? Is this a series then… about Chalathorn? 😂 HOW CAN I SUPPORT THIS RELATIONSHIP AND BELIEVE IN THIS LOVE WHEN ULTIMATELY NOTHING DEPENDED ON THEM AND THEY DID NOTHING TO SAVE THEMSELVES AND SAVE THIS LOVE. Oh, by "they" I meant Tharn.

What else was weird:

how is it that Doc is suddenly so sacrificial and willing to let Tharn go when he was willing to destroy his own soul just to kill Phaya and take Tharn like 5 min ago???

where are the Chart scenes? Khem and Thongthai?

random scene with Phaya's sister and Dao who is in France? Anyone interested in this?? So there was time for THIS, but not for Chalathorn and Tharn?

The finale otherwise had no emotional impact in the most important scenes:

Tharn joined the police to solve the mystery of his father's death, Akk had his entire agenda in this matter. However, after the killer is arrested (with Chalatorn's help lol) it doesn't feel like it has any major impact on either of them

Chart almost died. He didn't even deserve a single scene with Akk, who would thank him or just talk to him (I don't care about it, just to close this thread)

Khem almost died. We only see him once more after that. He's fine 🤷‍♀️

there are no scenes of Tharn reuniting with Yai, grandmother, or even the abbot

the sex scene is boring, repetitive, with weird music at the beginning that doesn't match the mood, the sight of them kneeling on the bed with pixelated butts, their dicks touching, with their pants around their knees is nothing but ridiculous. The whole scene is overshadowed by the fact that Tharn is lying to Phaya, that he's giving him something nice before he leaves (pity fuck) and taking fond memories with him (selfish fuck), and basically we all know it's a goodbye fuck. That is, everyone knows except Phaya, who, like Babe and Mhok, is oblivious at this point and happy to have it all taken away from him by someone he loves.

Actually, the last time this show was nice was when they still called each other bolster and jellyfish 😄 Also, if I'm not mistaken, all but one of the flashbacks in this episode were from episodes 1-5, plus the sex scene from ep. 7. Because back then the series was still good and it was about PhayaTharn. How could such a perfect series fuck up so much?

What was good about the finale? Just like in Last Twilght: the hets. Thank you Yai for being there and maintaining your integrity from start to finish 💖

To sum up:

I love The Sign ep 1-5 and the pink scene

I don't like The Sign ep 8-11

I hate the finale (I won't even write about how two weeks ago the finale with an unhappy ending was shown for free for peasants, and for money you could watch the finale with a good ending lol).

Everything that was wrong with The Sign is summed up in these words:

LMAAAAAOOOOOOO 😂😂😂

#the sign the series #bl drama #thai bl

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honestlyyoungtyphoon · 11 months

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Motte/Gloryem being Rashta and Sovieshu's child and her guilt

Motte aka Gloryem being Sovieshu's child was confirmed in children arc. Long before the "Sovieshu's regression arc".

Many people posed as the lost princess to meet Sovieshu. One of them was Cici, Motte/Gloryem's close friend. But Sovieshu knew it wasn't her but was kind to Cici.

Sovieshu also knew Motte was Gloryem. But she refused to take the throne. She didn't want to take things. She wanted to earn them on her own talent (because of her lari realised how spoiled she was, cause she was just asking her parents to give her both Eastern empire and western kingdom. Said she wanted to conquer the rest on her own. Future tyrant right there. Even Navier realised, lari was basically telling her brother that, she'd cause war and take the kingdom from him. Like what?🤡).

Motte knew, eventually she'd have to reveal her identity to everyone later. So she wanted to be strong of her own first. And out of guilt too. Cause she blames herself for Sovieshu's decreased mental health and Rashta's death. (No baby it wasn't your fault 😭💔). Poor kid 😞. She wanted to be strong, so that she could help others.

She calls Sovieshu as her her father, not Alan. And Rashta as her mother. And blames herself for their current condition. (My heart broke reading that part 😭😭😭). She also feels sad for the grand duchess who spent her life looking for Gloryem.

The immense burden she carries on her own. I'm pretty sure if Sovieshu knew that Motte blames herself for his mental condition, he'd die from heartbreak. Cause no way in hell, he'd blame Gloryem but himself for his current situation. He didn't even blame Rashta for his misery, rather he blamed himself.

Motto looks like Rashta but she, but by nature she is all Sovieshu. Her mannerisms matches with him.

Now I understand why "Sovieshu's regression arc" took place just before the divorce. Alphatart made sure Gloryem grew up with her parents this time.

I don't think she'd hate Navier as a step mom, as Navier feared. I think they'd have an amicable relationship if not close. Rashta might realise later that, Navier is not her enemy. Being away from Lotteshu's blackmail and Ergi's manipulation would calm her down too.

When Sovieshu's regression arc came out, I only focused on Navier and Sovieshu's happy ending but didn't realise how it changed Gloryem's life too! 🥹 And Rashta is finally alive, not dead in a cell. 🤗

Yes I would have preferred if Sovieshu travelled back farther, long before he found Rashta. But I guess the author didn't want to erase Gloryem from existence.

Petty me wants point out that, Alphatart had no problem in erasing the twins from new timeline but didn't erase Gloryem. 😌 She exists in both timeline, thriving and enjoying her life.

She's Sovieshu's kid in both timeline. 🫂

Just a wishful thinking but I hope in future Alphatart writes a sidestory where, Motte and Sovieshu finally have a good relationship with each other. And comes in terms with her mother's past. She doesn't deserve guilt that's burdening her.

#remarried empress #the remarried empress #Gloryem #motte #rashta #navier #sovieshu #navier×sovieshu #navieshu #my otp

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I just hope Lance is like David and pretends to be mad while clinging to Theia or not letting her go and getting possessive (healthy) over her instead of being like Max and completely shut her out and do dump shit because he's jelous. I really need Blackbane to be okay🌼

Also, my sincerest apology to Arthur, that kid is the only one with common sense and he's stuck with Blackbane and Kincaid's stupid decisions, my precious sunshine boy🥺

But also, I want to hug Kincaid so bad, my poor baby wants nothing but cuddle with his Arthur, but he feels like he has no one to protect him and help him, can't even begin to imagine how awful that must be🥺

While we're at it, I want to hug Theia and Lance too because they just love each other and want to be together but Lance can't seem to accept that Theia may actually like him and he grasps at every chance his brain provides him with to believe she's not actually interested and who can blame him after everything the shadow world has put him and his family through and Theia just wants to be with Lance but the world makes it so difficult and Lance's pain and insecurities also make it difficult

In summary, they all deserve the warmest and most loving hug🤗🤗

PS: I also want to hug Max so bad, every time we see his POV all I can feel is loneliness and helplessness, how did the one person who had so many people to talk to ended up having no one, god I wish he stopped pushing people away because I know they didn't stop loving him. And I feel like he is hiding his feelings from David in a way that isolates him from his husband as well, the one person he has allowed himself to have and David hasn't noticed because he has Other Max but also he has so many things to deal with, his world and everything he thought he knew keeps crumbling around him and he has no control over it and he is in no place to see past Max's defences. So I want to hug David too, so so much. I never thought Mavid could hurt me so much while they're together because they would always have each other. And maybe they do in some way but not in all ways. I mean, Max has to deal with so many things that hurt him, David isn't supposed to be one of them. And David is supposed to lean on Max so much and he doesn't because he has someone else. And both are in a lot of pain and I don't think they'll be able to see it and help each other until someone points it out or something really really bad happens. Everyone deserves a hug and a break🤗🌼 (I don't know where that rant came from either)

Lance is definitely like David in that regard. He isn’t mad at her and he can’t help but cling to her (we get it, bro). But he is like Max in the sense that he isn’t very good at regulating his emotions sigh 🙄

Blackbane is truly just suffering because of everyone around them and I need to kidnap them and keep them in the seelie realm 😤😤😤

Arthur is babiest. Fight me 😇

And Kincaid. I’ve been getting a lot of inspiration for his character and storyline and it’s been so much fun figuring him out as I write the story. I hope he’ll get a happy ending in LBAF - unlike in IALS 🥺

And Max. Oh Max. What do I do with you, buddy? Just bear with the lbaf mavid angst. I’ll make up for it with the rwrb au 💚

Blackbane and Arcaid girlies are about to go through a rollercoaster of emotions.

And yes everyone deserves a big hug 🥹🥹🥹

This is me @ all of them (also this is literally Arthur wtf)

#lbaf

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Hi Shaz! 😊👋

Something about these 2023 lives from JK and how he's just oozing true I don't give a fuck energy makes me wonder about their original plans had the world not turned to shit in 2020. 🤔

They would have been on a world tour, maybe done some solo projects and then enlisted. Maybe closer together, so they could all be back by this time to celebrate their 10th anniversary.

This would mean that KM not only lost their world tour and performing in front of armys, something they both live for. But the prospect of them being done with MS and finally being more free was pushes into the unknown. And my god that must have been frustrating. Depending on how much the planes changed and how close together they all would have enlisted, had it gone to plan, the amount of time they now had to lay low before enlisting might also have been made longer. Who knows? And of course the leak of private documents and white day photos didn't make that situation better 😮‍💨

So no fucking wonder JK is done. Jimin has a much better poker face, but knowing how much he struggled through the pandemic without showing any of it to us, I bet he's also a bit frustrated by the whole thing. But JK, he's just over it. Doesn't give a fuck. Wants it over.

I'm so excited for MS to be overwith. For us and for them. They have waited long enough.

Hope you have an amazing day 💜 big hugs 🤗

Poor babies. There is light at the end of the tunnel. I hope they know this. These 2 years are just gonna fly by. And they're gonna be free again to live their lives without hiding; like they did before.

I'm not excited just for the Jikookery. I'm excited because I want them to be happy and less frustrated. Worrying about their careers is one thing. They shouldn't have to worry about their love life, too.

Jimin and JK i wish you all the peace and happiness that you deserve. Look at these 2 precious men. Don't they deserve to be happy?

And if being with eo is what makes them happy why won't people let them?

#ask shaz #bts ask #bts #jikook #kookmin #minkook #jimin and jungkook #jimin #jungkook #park jimin #jeon jungkook

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I'm so happy you're reading the Murtagh book!! I swear every time I open one of the Inheritance series books I get transported back to when I was 11, it's such a good feeling 😊

If you are planning on writing something about him I would most definitely die of happiness. No pressure of course, there's just so little out there for him and he and Thorn deserve the world.

I was so happy to see gifs and mentions of him pop up on my dash I had to run over and say something. Hope you're having a good day!! ❤️❤️❤️

Hi! 🤗

I'm really slow with this one tbh 🙈 I get angry every time my poor baby is hurt(ing himself) and I have to stop for a while 🙈

SAME! I started to think what were my faves back then, and now my bookshelves are a mess bc I started to look but I got sidetracked and decided to reorganize 🙈🙈🙈

I have at least one fic in me... I think... or rather one base idea but I've got mini ideas as I get further into the book and the mini ideas are starting to get contradicting so maybe there's gonna be more here when I finish it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Also Thorn is such a kitten he deserves his own little blurb 🥺🥰

Anyway, I'm making GIFs now bc there are not enough of them on here! 😤

Thank you for dropping in, hope you have a good day too 🥰

#I also stopped to wonder at some points if my precious little cinnamon roll is slightly autistic or am I seeing things 🧐#ask #murtagh #murtagh morzansson x reader #the inheritance cycle #I might reread the series later 🤔#but definitely reading the darren shan books again when I have time

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JULY 2022 (part one)

fandoms featured on this list; star wars, kenobi, the mandalorian, rogue one, & triple frontier 💫

thank you to the amazing fic writers for sharing some wonderful stories with all of us ! & to the kind readers for their support. 💙

please assume that all works & the blogs they belong to are 18+ only

mature adult content will be marked with a double asterisk **

be sure to check all warnings & tags before reading, feel free to skip if something isn't for you

& of course, enjoy responsibly

all the love xo A ☕

✨️ apologies for this month’s list being a little shorter than usual ! I had some things going on, so some of these are comfort reads, & repeats that I’ve read again, new things I’ve read, or various series that I’ve started. hope you enjoy ! & happy reading ! 🤗

please send me things to read ! favorite fics or something you've written that you're proud of ! 💌

find more monthly fic recs over on my masterlist, Aug 2022 coming soon ! ✨

please let me know if you would like to be removed

✨ new authors & characters added for the first time !

STAR WARS

✨ some authors are mentioned more than once throughout the list, check to see if your works are there !

✨ Anakin Skywalker

Stars, Hide Your Fires by @dearviper ao3 (sith!reader) (cw: major character death, mace windu)

Stay In My Memories (series) by @blxckmccn on ao3 (kenobi series) (inquisitor!f!reader) (canon divergence, lost memories, love triangle) (obi wan, anakin skywalker | darth vader) **

Stolen Moments by @full-time-make-believer, FullTimeMakeBeliever on ao3 (f!reader)

✨ Armitage Hux

Between the Wars by @mylifeisactuallyamess (f!reader, or gn!reader)

The Crystalline Knowledge of You (series) by @Irma7x on ao3 (practical magic au) (armitage hux, kylo ren) (f!reader) **

Prompts – Hux has baby fever by @mylifeisactuallyamess (cw: children, babies) (f!reader)

✨ Boba Fett

Arise, Ascend (series) by @zinzinina (f!reader) **

✨ Din Djarin

Brown Eyes (series) by @mandelirious (coffee shop au) (modern au)

Distracted by @ghostwiththemostbitch (sex pollen, consensual) (f!reader) **

Grogu’s Teacher (series) by @firstofficerwiggles (mand’alor!din) (f!reader)

Like A Moth to the Flame by @the-scandalorian (monster!dark!din) (dark beauty & the beast au) (f!reader) **

Skydalorian (series) (three works) by @celestial-alignment @Celestial_Alignment on ao3 (din x luke) **

The Mand’alor and the Jedi (series) (four works) by @theunacknowledged on ao3 (general)

You got me flowers? by @writingforcurrentobsessions

Prompts – ‘you deserve better than what you've got’ & ‘you're not at war anymore you could come home’ by @forever-rogue (f!reader)

✨ Kylo Ren

Mornings by @starsandroots (sir ren universe) (supreme leader!kylo) (wife!f!reader) **

Sparks and Embers (series) by @paper-n-ashes, paper_in_ashes on ao3 (kylo ren x ofc, poe dameron x ofc) **

✨ Obi Wan Kenobi

Daybreak by @zinzinina (cw: semi public sex) (tpm!obi) (f!reader) **

Dust to Dust, ii by @avarkriss (f!reader) **

The Language of Flowers (series) by @huffle-pissed (medieval au) (knight!obi)

Like Turning on the Light by @full-time-make-believer (f!reader) **

Made in the A.M. (series) by @strwrs @kittfisto on ao3 (gn!reader)

The Morning After by @scribble-dribble-writes

The River by @kittfisto on ao3 (gn!reader) **

Skin & Bones, ii by @hellotherekenobi **

Soft Family Fluff, ii, & iii by @forever-rogue (dad!obi wan) (wifef!reader) (cw:children)

✨ Padme Amidala

Stay In My Memories (series) by @blxckmccn on ao3 (kenobi series) (inquisitor!f!reader) (canon divergence, lost memories, love triangle) (obi wan, anakin skywalker, darth vader) **

[link under anakin skywalker ^^]

Prompts – Padme is feeling overwhelmed by taking care of the twins, Obi Wan is there for her by @labyrinth-runner (obidala)

✨ Paz Vizsla

Soulmate Prompts – your soulmate’s name appears as a tattoo by @ohheyitsokay (f!reader) **

✨ Poe Dameron

Back by @roanniom **

How We Fall by @uwingdispatch (gn!reader) **

It’s Always Belonged to You by @im-poe-dameron (f!reader) **

Quiet by @the-little-ewok (f!reader) **

Ten, Eleven, Twelve by @foxilayde (f!reader) **

Prompt – ‘I have the feeling that you’re trying not to kiss me and I give you permission to just do it.’ by @disabledameron (gn!reader)

ROGUE ONE

✨ Cassian Andor

A Story of A Princess by @storiesmadeofstars on ao3 (cassian andor x leia organa) (cw: children)

Departures by @storiesmadeofstars on ao3 (cassian andor x leia organa) (pre-rogue one)

Enemies to Lovers Prompt, ‘What do you want?!’ ‘You!’ by @autumnleaves1991-blog (f!reader) **

Steam, Domestic Intimacy Prompt, by @poeticandors

Tell the Galaxy A Tale by @storiesmadeofstars on ao3 (cassian andor & leia organa)

There Will Be A Time by @storiesmadeofstars on ao3 (cassian andor x leia organa) (canon divergence, post rogue one)

Unfaltering by @uwingdispatch (cw: chronic illness, pain, ptsd, implied sexual intimacy) (gn!reader) **

TRIPLE FRONTIER

✨ Benny Miller

Sunshine State (series) by @brewsterispunkk (f!reader) **

Words Unsaid, & Help From An Old Friend by @autumnleaves1991-blog (f!reader)

✨ Frankie Morales

Back on Your Feet (Fries & Peaches) by @the-blind-assassin-12 (f!reader)

The Flamingo & The Fish by @the-blind-assassin-12 (writer’s iron chef)

Frankie…Frankie from Across the Street by @icanbeyourjedi (f!reader) (cw: ptsd, fireworks, drinking, food) **

Paper Planes, ii by @hopeamarsu (soulmate au) (f!reader) **

Prompt – ‘I know you probably hate me right now, I get it.’ by @forever-rogue (f!reader)

✨ Santiago Garcia

Prompts – ‘I’ve always wondered what it would be like to kiss you’ by @dailyreverie (cw: alcohol)

✨ Will Miller

Wisteria & Moonlight (series) by @artemiseamoon (werewolf au, priestess!ofc) (original characters) **

** be sure to check out part two for moon knight, pedro pascal characters, & more multi fandom recs 📖

#star wars fanfiction #the mandalorian fanfiction #rogue one fanfiction #triple frontier fanfiction #pxk monthly fic recs 💫#pxk monthly reading list 💌

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