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• — MY SHORTS DONT HAVE LACES — •

PAIRING(S): theodore nott x fem. reader !!

WARNING(S): smut

SUMMARY: Hermoine is aware of y/n’s feelings toward theo, therefore when she gets the chance, hermoine makes it her job to get them close to eachother

A/N: i hope you enjoy this and check my most recent post with tom riddle please show it some support 😭🙏 (this is edited)

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You and Hermione were in your shared dorm, getting ready together for the pool party thrown.

You put your matching black swimsuits on and put your hair up so that it doesnt get wet from the water.

“Hermoineeeee” you sigh. “Is- is uhh is, is theo gonna be there?” You ask hesitantly.

Hermoine had always been aware of your feelings toward theo and she made no effort to stop teasing you about it.

“Ugh, y/n, yes he is” she spoke as she rolled her eyes.

“Do i look good, should i tie my hair or keep it in a claw-clip like this? Omg idk what to do i feel so ugly. Should i change this swimsuit?” you complain

“Y/l/n, one more word i swear. You look gorgeous, ur perfect. How many times do i need to tell you that?” She said.

You jump into her arms before she could finish, “god hermoine i love you” you say.

“Yeah i know bla bla bla bla, now we have a party to get to and boys to impress” she winked before dragging you out of the room.

You get to the party and ur eyes immediately begin scanning the room, in search of theo. In no time you spot him, sat in the hot tub with cormac, harry, ron, ginny, and luna.

Hermoine notices your intentions and grabs your hand leading you to the hot tub, “hermoine, no, im not ready yet!!” you sigh.

“too bad” she says before jumping in the hot tub. “shoot, y/n, there’s no more place for you, but im sure theo would be more than pleasured to keep you on his lap” she giggled.

You and theo didn’t hate eachother, you weren’t friends either. However, there was always tension between the two of you, even Neville could catch it.

He patted on his lap, gesturing for you to come over “c’mere” he said. You drag ur feet in the water and adjust ur sitting on his lap.

Looks and smiles exchange between everyone in the tub and you begin to feel the tension form. Cormac, next to you, starts talking about his previous experience with the ladies and other stuff.

And while ur listening, trying to act interested in whatever he’s talking about, you feel something poke from under you.

You also feel theo’s hands wrap around ur waist from under water which makes you let out a loud gasp, loud enough for the people in the hot tub to hear at least.

Everyones heads turn around to you, “sorry guys, thought i saw a bug” you laugh it off and all ur friends go back to their conversations.

The poking from under you only got more annoying, so you turn ur head, “theo, the laces of ur swimsuit are poking me, can u do something about it?” You speak.

“Cara mia, my shorts don’t have laces” he whispers to you, you could feel his breath on ur ear. “Fuck theo” you say.

He looks at you and then says something again “i say we get out of here darling before i can’t control myself anymore”.

You immediately jump up, and theo follows you. “If you’ll excuse us, we have some business to manage” he jokes pointing at the both of you.

“Get out of here man” Ron laughs.

“God please no” this, from Luna.

“Off you go” hermoine says smiling.

Theo then grabs your hand, two towels, and starts leading you back to his dorm. On ur way there, he wraps one of the towels around you, making sure you’re not cold.

When you get there, the Slytherin boy wastes no time locking the door and smashing his lips onto yours, immediately also allowing his tongue to slip in.

The kiss was not sweet, it was slow yet passionate and hungry. The boy was practically eating your face off while he has you pinned on the wall.

In a sudden movement, theo slips his hands under your thighs and carries you up into his arms. He carries you to his bed, the kiss ongoing, and makes you lay there.

He wastes no time unclasping your bikini and sucking on your tits. Your fingers meet his hair and you start tugging at it as he sucks on your nipples.

He leaves kisses on your boobs and cups them while he moves back up to your lips, also removing your underwear. They meet again and this time the kiss is faster, deeper, and hungrier.

“I- i.. fuck” he says in between kisses.

“Mhm?” you wonder.

“My friend down there, fucking hell, he needs attention.” the boy explains.

You laugh and start working your way, trying to remove his shorts. He turns over making sure to provide you with enough space to take control.

You make your way down, leaving kisses down his ab lines. You slowly lower his shorts and begin trailing his v line with your fingers.

You then remove his shorts completely and for a second, you are taken back by his large size.

His wet, throbbing cock was now inches away from your face. You begin by licking his tip, slowly and carefully before taking him in all in one go.

To that, he gasps, his hands then move to your head guiding you, he grabs onto your hair and leads you.

He even makes you gag a few times when he hits your throat, which you pinch his thigh for that.

You speed up your movements as you wanted to be the one to make him cum first, and you wanted to be the one that makes it happen faster.

“Cara mia” he spoke. “Im gonna.. soon. Im gonna.. fuck”.

You mumble a quick mhm as you speed your movements.

“Fuck you’re so good at this”. he praised

You smiled to yourself before he finally came on your mouth, he squeezed your hair as he released.

You move back up to him and stick your tongue out to show him you swallowed it. You then start kissing him again, slipping your tongue inside, his hands wrapping around your waist.

“You know ur actually gorgeous, youre so perfect. A goddess i swear” he said as you were sat on his lap, staring deep into his eyes.

“Tell me something in italian” you ask.

“Hmm? Something like what ehh?” he smirks.

“Anything” you smile.

“Well.. ti scoper�� finché non potrai più camminare.” he said in a whisper.

“And that means?” you wonder.

“I’ll fuck you till you cant walk” he spills.

“Oh is that so?” you giggle.

he nods and then you give him the look of affirmation before he slams into you, which makes you let out a gasp before adjusting yourself to his size.

You then start working ur hips in sync with his, riding him while his hands roam ur body, touching every bit of skin he could get his hands on.

“Fff.. fuckkk, you look too good like this” he praised. “dannatamente perfetto”. (fucking perfect)

you smile and in a sudden movement, he flips you over so hes in control, he starts speeding and you grab onto the sheets for dear life.

He leans in and kisses you, you moan into his mouth and his swollen tip hits your spot, the one that sends you to the moon and back.

“FUCKING HELL!!” you scream, “THEODORE IM GONNA CUM”. He speeds up his movements and guides you as you release.

“è stato fantastico, bellissimo” (that felt amazing, beautiful) he spoke slumping on the bed next to you.

“You really gotta start teaching me italian so i can understand what ur saying” you chuckle.

“Oh yeah? What if i dont want you to understand what im saying” he teased.

“Uhh oh, we might have a problem then” you both laugh as he hugs u tightly, kissing ur temple.

#theodore nott #theodore nott fanfiction #slytherin #slytherin boys #harry potter #lorenzo zurzolo #theodore nott x reader

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passivenovember · 6 months

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Billy knows he's pregnant because he has a double whopper with no cheese on the way home from Loch Nora.

Billy hates the Burger King. It tastes like cardboard and the cheese burns noxious holes in his stomach, probably, but things change when you're gonna be a mom.

A dad. Whatever.

Steve Harrington shoots his wad and, like magic, like Steve Harrington's spunk has turned everything inside him into stardust, Billy can't get enough of the shit. He'd buy cologne made of BK's burger fat, if he could, and spend all day sucking on his wrist like a dog.

So. Billy's pregnant. It's obvious. Among other things.

And no one ever said Steve Harrington was smart, not in any way that matters, and Billy can't learn his lesson. They fuck on Thursday night because apparently this is a middle-of-the-week kind of arrangement, now, and Harrington comes apart inside of Billy because you're on the pill, Malibu, it's okay.

Billy likes it. Lets him. Thinks, there's probably no harm in it now that he's no longer the Virgin Mary. It feels immaculate, anyhow, that this could happen.

Steve fucks into him sloppy, losing his rhythm until he spills, and tears swamp Billy's vision so he misses the whole fuckin' thing. The main show.

He wants to keep the baby. No one ever said Billy was smart, either.

But there are things in this life he'll keep to himself. He's allowed that. He shares so much with Max and Steve, and by association all the other fucking people that love Steve, and it gets old.

He can have this.

Billy thinks that this could be just for him.

"Fuck, Billy," Steve pulls out, but not before peppering Billy's face with soft butterfly kisses. His breath smells like them. Like blueberry seeds, underneath it all, "Goddamn, your pussy's magic."

Billy's hole runs sloppy. Too fucked out to hold anything in.

Billy almost laughs out loud, because. It's magic. It's a joke, right, his pussy swallowed and now there's--

"Love that thing you do with your hips. Love the sounds you make when my shaft rubs--"

"You're a fucking pervert."

"I was normal, before you let me hit," Steve trails damp, sticky fingers through Billy's chest hair. "You hungry?"

I'm pregnant. "No."

"Sure?" Steve rolls closer on the mattress, nosing Billy's damp, pillow-squashed curls out of the way, "You smell like you could eat a fucking village."

"I'm fine."

"Orphans and all, baby."

"So fucking weird."

Steve hums. Pulls on Billy's earring with his teeth and then licks a wet, fat stripe over his bonding patch. Teasing. "If you're hungry I could get us food."

"I'm fine."

"Really, I just need to put some shorts on and I'm outta here, fuckin'. Pedal to the metal--"

"Jesus Christ, I said I'm not hungry so fucking drop it, asshole," Billy shoves away, sitting on the edge of the mattress. He feels around on the carpet for his jeans, his t-shirt, his converse.

Steve runs out of him, gluing him to 500 count Egyptian Cotton. Pisses him off.

"Billy," Steve says.

Billy tugs his socks on. He was freezing, apparently. Never realized it. His teeth chatter so he stoops, reaching for the closest hoodie shaped thing in their heap of discarded clothes, and then.

"You don't have to go, baby," Steve pokes him between the shoulder blades, gentle as a falling leaf. "Please stay."

"You're pissing me off."

"What else is new."

"I'm gonna--"

Steve wraps around Billy like a blanket, cock soft and sticky against Billy's tailbone. His legs are lean and strong, all muscle and good intentions, just like the rest of him.

Billy hates it.

He melts back against Steve's chest, anyway, vision swamped again.

"You gonna tell me what's wrong, or do I gotta beg?"

"Little manners might be nice."

"Billy Hargrove. Please tell me what's got you smelling like a sugar factory caught fire." Steve pets through his hair. Knows how it turns Billy to putty. Has to. "Omega troubles?"

Billy bites down on the inside of his cheek. Tastes blood. "You wouldn't get it."

"I could try," Steve tells him. His lips are soft against he back of Billy's neck, at his ear lobe, on the tense knob of his shoulder. "Please. Tell me so I can fix it."

"You can't," Billy says, traitor voice cracking open, raw, "You can't fix it. It's mine."

My life. My baby.

"Okay," Steve says easily. Kind and good and sweeter than anything Billy could ever deserve, "Stay the night, so I can cook for you before you fall asleep, and again in the morning."

Billy swallows, throat clicking like a dead lighter. Can't breathe, can't--

"It's alright," Steve kisses his neck, "Everything will feel better in the morning."

"We never should've started this bullshit," Billy sits up, heart lurching at the soft, pained noise Steve lets out into the air between them. He can't handle this shit. He can't do this, he can't--

"Billy--

"I'm pregnant," Billy says to Steve's Duran-Duran poster. Can't believe how young he feels, in this moment. Can't begin to wrap his head around the fact that he's twenty years old, and he's in Hawkins, Indiana, and he's going to have a fucking baby with someone who's got such a shitty taste in music, and--

He wants it.

More than he's ever wanted anything. Billy opens his mouth to say it, to scream it at the popcorn stucco, watching like a trillion angel eyes overhead.

But Steve breathes, like an old car trying to start. "You're sure?" He asks.

Billy's shaking even though Steve is a warm, solid weight against his back, burning them up. "Yes."

"How?" Steve asks, full of wonder, and Billy has to get away.

The carpet is heaven under his feet. "I've been. Eating a lot of Burger King."

"Burger King."

"Yeah. Cravings for shit I never liked before. Double whoppers with no cheese," Billy wrings his hands, "And. I didn't have a heat this month, so Joyce took me to the clinic. They said I'm only a few weeks along, but everything is good with her."

Steve makes a wet, heavy sound.

"I dunno. It kinda. Feels like one," Billy rubs a palm over his belly, quick as lightning, "I think it's a girl."

"Billy, please look at me."

Billy does, horrified but swallowing it, one bitter mouthful at a time. He plants his feet and everything bubbles up inside him. This is his life, his body, his baby, and he's going to to this for himself. Steve doesn't have to worry or fork out any cash or put his life on hold just because he knocked up some desperate omega--

Steve's crying. "We're having a baby."

Billy didn't expect this. He falters, mouth working in shocked silence.

But then Steve moves.

He pulls Billy to him, chest heaving as he laughs, high and bright. "Holy, shit we're gonna be parents," Steve twirls them, hooping and hollering like they just won the NBA championship. "Goddamn, your pussy really is magic!"

Billy giggles, in spite of himself. All the other shit melts away, for now, shadows receding under the blinding light of Steve Harrington.

"I can't fucking believe this," Steve says, pulling back to hunt over Billy's face, full of wonder. "Do you think she's gonna have your eyes?"

"I. I don't--"

"I feel like in high school science class we learned something about the brown eyes gene kicking the blue eyes gene's ass? But I would fucking die if our baby comes out looking like you."

"You're not," Billy swallows, choking on tears. "You're not mad at me? Or disappointed?"

"Disappointed?" Steve repeats, his face falling. "Billy, are you serious? No. No, I've fucking. Ever since I met you I've been sitting in this room every night twirling my hair around one finger and kicking my feet because, I--"

Steve's thumb rubs soft, soothing circles against Billy's cheek.

"Billy, I love you," He says gently, "I love everything about you. You're smart and you're hilarious and you're so beautiful--"

"--Steve--"

"--You make my heart feel like it's gonna beat out of my chest. I can't believe you let a loser like me climb on top of you, much less--"

Billy kisses him, eating up Steve's next words.

They don't matter, when Steve leads them back to the mattress. He eats every soft, gooey whimper out of Billy's lungs, swallowing them down and tasting the damp running between Billy's legs.

Makes love to him, while they talk about the future.

Steve only makes one joke about his dick hurting the baby's head, and Billy thinks they should sign up for a class or two.

#harringrove #omegaverse #gave up near the end there #but i hope you enjoyed it #we love soft harringrove

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badchoicesworld · 8 months

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Hi i was wondering if you could do a male s/o that gets super insecure and uncomfortable when people look at his top surgery scars and he hates it when people miss gender him and Miles Morales Miles 42 Hobie Pavitr Prabhakar and Spider-Noir are there to defend or shut the people that miss gender him or glare at them to the point where the other person gets uncomfortable and stop looking at the male reader I'm sorry if it doesn't make sense i just type really fast and don't re-read it at some points

Anyways I absolutely love your writing work I really enjoy it and everything, have a lovely day or night ❤️💕

hobie, 1610!miles, 42!miles, pavitr and noir defending their transmasc partners

ok this took me a while i admit but i hope you enjoy !

established, separate relationships

warnings: i’m sleepy

pairing: hobie brown x transmasc!reader, earth-1610 miles morales x transmasc!reader, earth-42 miles morales x trans!mascreader, pavitr prabhakar x transmasc!reader, spider-noir x transmasc!reader

requests: check out the blog-guide for info !

he’s rapidly approaching

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punk personified

you two were getting ready for a sick concert you’ve been looking forward to for a small while now, moral is high and all’s good

ofc it’s punk, and hobie will be damned if you don’t dress the part with him

he started diying you guys outfits for this specific concert a few weeks beforehand, and he’s super proud of them ! very happy to show you and he hopes you like them

you like them . because i said so

however, it did include a shirt that looks like it had been torn up in every way possible

depending on what ur comfortable with, it can either be a crop top that rides up just a little too much when you jump about and stretch OR it’s one of those tank tops where the sides of your torso simply aren’t covered, very low cut sides

so yeah, your top surgery scars are in the breeze

intentional ? who knows, this is hobie we’re talking about

maybe hobie’s tryna get you to step out of your comfort zone and feel more comfortable in ur skin in an environment where he knows you won’t be judged

perhaps he simply did not take this into consideration because he doesn’t even think twice about ur scars

regardless, they’re out, you both look sick, im forever furious that we were deprived of tank top hobie in low riders PLEASE (he exists in my dreams)

the concert isn’t the problem- don’t call urself punk if ur a bigot we all know this

it’s the walk there that really sucked

you and hobie got some intense stares from people as you walked hand in hand to this thing

naturally, hobie ate that shit up, kept his head high the whole time and doesn’t bat an eye at this people

you’re not as confident, unfortunately . catching people looking at your scars makes you feel all sorts of insecure, which is valid man

hobie also gets this, and god knows he looks for every excuse to antagonise those closed minded people so he’s very content to start a fight

cant care less when it comes to people judging him, he knows who he is and he’s proud asf, not gonna waste his breath on that

but when hobie sees his boyfriend curling in on himself because of strangers in the street that aren’t shit, that’s when he can be bothered to pay some mind to them

it’s subtle, for your sake . doesn’t wanna draw any more attention and risk getting caught up in this when you’ve both been looking forward to this concert for so long

so instead of outright starting a fight, he uses that scary privilege he knows he has and just stared them down in such a disrespectful way

the way that you’re both dressed too, i’m sure that it works

doesn’t relent either, will stare until the other people stop staring

ideally ? he wants to make them walk away and stop bothering you, but he’s alright with exchanging a scowl for the person to look away instead, preferably in shame

when they’re taken care of, that’s that . he wants you two to forget about that and have fun at this gig, sound good ? he wants to see you genuinely enjoying yourself in your own skin, surrounded by the people that make him feel more like himself too

besides, scars are nothing to be ashamed of or to hide

the walk home is a lot more peaceful

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i’m sorry u were ever hurt

you two are off to the water park (using the american word, sorry fellow brits :() together, enjoy ur youth

imagine how cool you two are rolling up in ur swimming trunks

i wholeheartedly believe that miles is an absolute sap and would wanna match- i die on the hill that he’s a born to “hi ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ” forced to “wsg”

anyway, go have fun at the baths

that’s what miles expects anyway, fun with no strings attached, as most would

but that’s not how the world works, unfortunately

some people live to be hateful and have sad, empty, boring, gloomy, pathetic, waste of space lives, and you have to go through the misfortune of enduring some really vicious stares . all because you’re a guy with a few scars on his chest

people talk, you might overhear some stuff about ur character that makes you really insecure and upset

takes miles a little minute to clock the way you’re trying to fold your arms to hide your scars, but he catches on pretty quickly that it’s because of the people around you

is immediately by your side and looking concerned as hell

initially assumed that you might be in some pain, maybe the chlorine is fucking w ur scar tissue

sympathetic and checking in on you in the gentlest way when he notices that sadness

“w-hey, what’s happenin? you good?” standing really close and tilting his head to make eye contact with you if you’re looking down or away, hands are grazing your elbows to hold you

miles cares, a lot

speak ur mind man, tell him what’s going on

looks over your shoulder and at the people making you feel uncomfortable with that determined look

ushers you away, doesn’t want you around those kind people . bad vibes, he doesn’t fuck w it

probably goes snitch to staff lmao

and that’s how much he cares, he’d get stitches for u (ﾉд`)

but miles isn’t about to let the day be ruined by transphobes- god forbid

so he’s gonna try hard to make you forget about that interaction, it’s like a switch when he suddenly becomes all energetic again and is basically dragging you back towards the water

wants to hear you start laughing real fast

if miles venom striked the pool would everyone fucking die ?

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cat

GYM BABY

PE class gotta suck with all those bitchy teens being closed minded for no good reason and thinking it’s funny to openly judge and mock the things they don’t understand

miles is very mature and knows that bullying just isn’t cool, downright stupid and bullies should honestly be embarrassed to show their face

but because the changing rooms are so small, he can’t even attempt to ignore the comments he’s hearing, all directed at his boyfriend who’s just trying to change for class

you’re minding your own business, why can’t they mind theirs ?

is another person that doesn’t wanna give you a worse time by antagonising those freaks and picking a fight, will instead just stare over his shoulder

works, miles 42 has a mean side eye, straight up vicious

he knows that won’t resolve the issue, people are so resilient w their hate and

gets insanely irritated if someone suggests you changing somewhere else . honestly would just prefer for there to be some tension in the locker room instead of isolating you away while you changed, couldn’t stand that idea because it’s flat out not fair . on top of a number of other things

can ignore the tension, doesn’t know about you

talks to you about not backing down, you have every right ro be in there and you shouldn’t feel in any way negatively about it

don’t give those closed minded people the satisfaction of making you feel bad about yourself and accommodating to them

makes an excellent point one day

“why are you watchin’ my boyfriend change..?” says it so slowly and it got real awkward after that

won’t tell a teacher unless you want to, then he’ll be moral support and be waiting for you outside the office

anyway, man’s got a killer deadeye to keep people in line and tries to not antagonise people too much

just get changed, that’s what you’re there to do people

stop being weird abt it

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please don’t die

i’m a huge fan of those people that see a trans flag and immediately try to pull a “you’ll never be a real woman >:C” to a trans man

like yeah, thanks man, really appreciate it

it’s happened to you once or twice in the street, you or pav have some kind of pin or smthn and you’re literally just approached by strangers who have nothing better to do with their day

the most meaningful thing abt it is talking to you two honestly, ur just that cool

i can see him reading people just to point out their insecurities because violence isn’t the answer

it’s a last resort, but imagine you two simply minding your own business and this blank slate of a person decides to make a comment on your masculinity

“it’s okay sweetie, they’re just trying to overcompensate for their lack of a personality ! (๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑)” huh 👁️👁️

pays literally no mind to them, pretends nothing happens and keeps walking with you

it’s like an invisible force field, bounces right off of him and somehow hurts the other person more

walking embodiment of that “i am rubber you are glue, what bounces off of me stick to you” and he probably recites that, too

but yeah, so insanely unbothered that i would maybe check up on him from time to time ? how is he always so chipper ? is bro good ?

but it’s infectious, so you can’t let it get to you either, it’s hard to feel sad around pav

he will somehow coincidentally always find something to immediately take ur mind off if it

after a shitty interaction with someone talking about pronouns and how theirs are an inanimate object, he miraculously spots a food stand you guys haven’t tried yet

does that Σ(ﾟロﾟ) face of his while gasping and drags you over, no questions asked

interrupts the person with the longest gasp, one would assume he hadn’t had a breath of fresh air ever

“look look! we have to try it!” pointing like that fuckin Soyjaks meme and ur gone, bigot is left in the dust

i’ve heard food is great therapy, and he believes so too

so scran down on some good street food while pavitr looks like a beam of sunshine despite just ruining a persons self esteem for the rest of their lie

it’s deserved though, so you can both sleep well

yknow what else slaps ? some chai, go home and have some w his aunty who thinks you’ve a very handsome young man

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why the fuck is he so broad hang on

she/her a he/him and get shot, idk mans got a whole firearm for a reason

it’s takes him a little while to understand trans slander, but eventually it becomes like a fine art to him because i think he has a tendency to hyperfixate on things until he understands them in violent detail (autistic. he’s violently autistic coded. cant read a room, hyperfixated on his favourite colour, struggles to express himself through his tone.. yknow)

so if one day someone happens to catch sight of your scars and starts to talk shit in whatever 30’s slang from his dimension and modern slang from your own, he is so ready to give this speech on discrimination

theres a power point slide too but he doesn’t know how that works

gives up not even half way because he got frustrated and started cursing them out instead

“look, you seem like lovely people- no, no you don’t”

he has anger issues

there’s a lot of “and my boyfriend!” followed by a compliment, he managed to throw a few in there for good measure

says something about the colour purple at one point, i don’t know how that happened

please steer him away before someone gets shot over colour theory (surprised it hasn’t happened yet, ammarite fellow artists ? 😀 )

apologises for getting carried away, has to stop himself from talking about colours again he’s just such a peter and so unserious

“i’m sorry i- that must have been hard for you” clearly it was harder for u dear god

is likely the most insistent on doing anything and everything to make you feel better, is open to suggestions and is basically begging for them

while everyone else is low-key for ur own sake, this man’s about to buy you the world with his 4 dollars which is pretty impressive in his dimension

insists on doing your favourite things, is suggesting this and that, left right and centre

is convinced it’s the end of the world, this is reinforced since you seemed so upset and uncomfortable being misgendered by some people on the street

if you’re plenty happy to settle doing something, he’s thrilled and is giving it his 110% just for you

go watch a movie, careful not to point out the colours of noir will then realise that movies are no longer in black and white and starts asking you if everything is purple

“what a lovely purple :]” pan to like a whole pyramid

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anyway, can you tell that hobie is easiest for me to write for and that i was running out of ideas ?

let me know how you feel about it !

if this flops i’m gonna have to go on a long stroll

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roulilia · 3 months

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i’m back!! i’ll try to be more active in the future but today i’m gonna talk about ways to manifest!

personally i find the dear diary method so helpful and easy to use, i use it when making subs and just manifesting in general and it works wonders, but the most important thing is to make sure it sounds like you like don’t be writing things exactly like someone else is like if your used to using abbreviations then do that! remember it’s YOUR journey, no one else’s do things how ever you want.

i absolutely adore the void state it’s so easy to enter and i know you might be sat there like “alora if it’s so easy then how come i haven’t entered it yet?” ..i haven’t entered it either BUT i’m quite optimistic that i will and there’s no rush to enter it. you’ve probably seen like thousands of posts on here about methods you can use to enter it but honestly you don’t need methods, it’s like shifting realities you don’t need a method but they can help, the void state is just a state of pure consciousness and you can find guided meditations on yt if you like those or relax yourself through breathing techniques or just set the intention to idk wake up there or something. i personally don’t like it when people talk about methods to enter the void or shift and they’re like “oh there’s a 100% success rate with this method” cause not everything is going to work for everyone, everyone’s different and you can’t guarantee that every single person that uses the method will shift/enter the void cause like i always say we’re all completely different from each other alike i personally hate like i despise guided meditations cause i can’t focus at all during them but someone else might love them and they could be the only way they can relax and stuff. please let me know if you have any questions!!

thank you for reading, happy shifting/manifesting🫶🏼

also please follow my new acc @prettierou !!

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enhashoutout · 4 months

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Tears and Matching Tattoos (Ice x reader)

I am and will always be a Nessa Barrett enthusiast

Genre: Angst

Trigger Warnings: typical H&L violence, jealousy (please let me know if I missed anything)

I use fem pronouns and descriptions because that is what is easiest for me but if you do not identify with that, please feel free to change that as you read to fit you :)

I'm not sure I 100% like this story, but I'm trying to get out of the habit of being a perfectionist and just allowing myself to publish everything even if I don't think it is perfect so that I have a record of my works to look back on and improve upon.

The one where you’re still in love with Ice even after he’s moved on.

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𝕀𝕗 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝔾𝕠𝕕 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕤 𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖

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Ice was your first love, and you were his. You spent a good amount of your life not only being his first love but also his best friend. You were there for him through thick and thin. There for all his highs and his lows. You spent so much time together, you guys also fell apart. Today, it suddenly felt like everything you went through meant nothing.

You had split because Ice said that he didn't feel the same way anymore; feeling like you guys would be better if you guys went back to just being friends like when you guys were kids. That's okay, he had a lot on his plate, and some people just fall out of love sometimes. You weren't always lovers, you could go back to that again, right? He went back to friends, you pretended. It's hard going back to being friends when you literally live in the same house as the person you love. Being a part of Mighty Warriors was suddenly like shooting yourself in the foot. You were around Ice ALL. THE. DAMN. TIME. How does anyone move on like that?

Then, Sarah came along. Mighty Warriors had saved the poor girl from getting kidnapped by Doubt. Ice allowed her to stick around, and she became part of the group. Being the only two women on the team should've brought you closer, but it never did. You could see it, it was happening. Ice was moving on. He liked Sarah, he said and did the same things to you when it was you. The only difference is that this time they would last, something you didn't have the luxury of knowing. It wasn't Sarah's fault or her intention, but it did make you hold a secret grudge against her.

You were wallowing in your bedroom, figuring out how to improve upon the track Bernie gave you when Ice burst into your room.

"Well damn, at least knock. Did you need something before tonight's performance?"

"Yeah, can you look at this real quick?"

"Sure." You had answered him thinking he needed you to look at a track or a new styling choice for tonight's performance, but it wasn't either of those. From his back pocket, Ice pulled out a velvet box. He opened it up and showed it to you, a ring.

"Do you think Sarah will like it? I'm gonna propose to her tonight in the middle of Funk Jungle."

You were stunned. You didn't think this day would arrive so soon, and yet here you guys are.

"I- wow. I think the ring looks great. I'm sure she's gonna love it."

"I love her. For once, I'm nervous."

"Come on Ice, why be nervous? It's not like she's gonna say no. She's gonna say yes. She's going to absolutely love the ring, and she's going to absolutely love you."

"Thank you, you're the best. You always know what to say."

"That's my job as your best friend who actually has a brain unlike the rest of Mighty isn't it?" The two of you laughed.

"I'll see you downstairs for your set."

"You bet."

Ice exited your room, closing your door. All you could do was stare at the spot he once stood in. Tears began running down your face. It's been a while since you guys broke up, and a while since Ice and Sarah were together, so this should've hurt less. Should've, but here you are, crying at the news. You couldn't hate either of them, but you did hate yourself for holding onto feelings that were no longer reciprocated. You fixed your makeup and went back to looking at the track Bernie gave you to keep your mind off of everything.

Later that night you stood with Bernie behind his set up, dreading the moment the proposal would happen. It seems like Ice didn't tell anyone else but you, knowing that one of the guys would probably accidentally let the surprise slip to Sarah.

In the middle of Ice's performance, he told Bernie to cut the music for a second. He walked to Sarah where she usually sat on the side, bringing her to the middle of the dance floor. The spotlights focused on the couple. Ice got down on one knee, and into the mic asked "Sarah, will you marry me?" She was thrilled, shouting yes. He picked her up in a hug and spun her, telling Bernie to continue where the track left off. Everyone in the club was shouting and celebrating the two, everyone but you. Bernie noticed this. Aside from Ice, the other Mighty member you were closest to was Bernie. He was the only other person in the group whose brain could process deeper emotions.

Bernie pulled you away from the noise. "Hey, you okay?"

"After everything we've talked about Bernie, how do you think I feel?" you mumbled.

"Like shit obviously but I figured it wouldn't hurt to ask."

"I'll be fine. I'll cry for a while and then I'll be good. I've held out for this long, what's a little more right?"

"Will you be okay? I'm being serious. I don't want you in a place that's causing you pain."

"I don't get to have him but thank god matching tattoos last for life right? I'm heading back, tell the others I wasn't feeling good okay?" Bernie nodded.

You left Funk Jungle and headed back home. In your room, hidden away from everyone else you cried. It's alright, Ice can love her even after he broke your heart. It would be cruel to wish anything other than the best for him. Part of you wished everything was a lie, but the other part of you hoped that your heartbreak brought him the love he deserved. You looked at the matching tattoo you had with Ice on your arm. It had started as a couple's tattoo, switching its meaning when you had broken up. Now it was just a matching best friends tattoo, but in your mind where no one else could see, you could look at the tattoo and remember the time when Ice once loved you.

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You reached the end! Thank you so much for reading this little blurb. It's not the best thing I've written or my favorite but I figured I can publish it and use it for improvement moving forward.

I read on the post here on Tumblr that Ice and Sarah get married in the H&L manga series so I wanted to write something to go along with that.

Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

Please don't take my work and repost it anywhere or take credit for it. Writers work hard on their stuff so please don't be a crappy human.

Random question, are there any H&L characters you guys want to see more stories for?

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arashi-no-saxlphone · 18 days

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whats your opinion on asuka r kreutz

Buddy. Oh man. Either you know me and went on anon to enable me (in which case, thank you) or you're newer here and haven't seen me cry about Guilty Gear's saddest wettest cat yet.

I fucking adore Asuka R Kreutz. I think he's one of the most tragic and complex characters in Guilty Gear. I was gonna put "Well-written" too buuuut... it's hard to track down clear answers for some of the stuff that covers his time with Freddy and Aria as scientists and so I generally extrapolate what feasibly happened to the best of my ability based on what we have. (I am by no means a full-on expert, but I know enough to tell you this man does not deserve all the flack he gets).

In general, I find Asuka to be an immensely tragic and complicated man who at his core, just didn't want things to change and didn't want to lose his only and most dear friends in the whole world. Every single thing he has ever done was fueled by one of two things - his curiosity (which you can consider a flaw, as it often by his own account causes him to neglect right and wrong) or his deep love for Frederick and Aria (I find this to be his driving force for most of his actions in the story of Guilty Gear, right up until shit becomes so absolutely fucked that he has to spend most of his time trying to fix everything that goes wrong and banking on Sol to come through for him as a warrior). Asuka is the embodiment of the phrase "The road to hell is paved with good intentions" and that's probably why in lore he's labelled as "The Devil" in addition to "The Gearmaker."

When Aria gets sick, he suggests putting her in cryosleep until they can cure her disease. She refuses because she doesn't want to miss out on her time with Frederick. "Ok," he says, "well I can do something about that so please agree." And she agrees. And Asuka makes Sol a Gear and fucking immortal without telling him. Then all that crazy bullshit that kickstarts the crusades happens and Sol has to kill Aria because Asuka made her into Justice. This part is fucked up. It's a major fuckup on Asuka's part. In a drama CD, it's highlighted how important Aria's humanity and personhood is to her, and Asuka takes that away when he turns her into Justice. "What's the justification then?"

When Asuka found out that the government was going use their research to create gears as weapons and use them for war, he did EVERYTHING he could to try and stop that. Asuka isn't stupid - he's smart. He's a scientific genius. He could've easily taken the sleeping Frederick and Aria and fucked off, but he wanted to right a wrong. And it just... didn't work. He turned Aria into Justice, and though I think he probably intended to turn her back (after all, we see him demonstrate the ability to undo what he did to Sol at the end of strive) he never got the chance. Because the Universal Will overloads her and Justice just starts the Crusades.

In Overture's story, Asuka makes it clear to Sol that he needs him to be a warrior in order to be prepared for more horrors to come. Asuka realizes after the crusades that he can't fix it alone - everything he's done to solve a problem has so far ended up with him making things worse. Sol hates him. He knows Sol hates him. You know what's fucked up though?

He wants Sol to hate him. He feels like he deserves it.

I feel the need to point out that the crusades last over a century - Sol is immortal because of the gear cells and flame of corruption, but Asuka was just a normal guy - why/how is he here? Asuka created a synthetic body for himself that would not age, and transferred his consciousness into it so that he would not change. So that no matter what, Sol would recognize him. Knowing Sol wouldn't forgive him, knowing that he would always be able to find him, he didn't care - he never ever wanted to lose Sol.

Asuka clearly cares about people. He realizes the consequences of his actions, and he's clearly capable of feeling guilt over them. Look at what he does while working with I-No and Raven: He builds the Jack-O unit in the hopes that he can bring Aria back. He builds the Happy Chaos unit in the hope that he can help I-No regain her full self without going insane. He's Raven's only friend, a man who has been cast aside countless times and used for his powers. Those aren't the actions of a selfish or wholly callous man. If he was callous, he wouldn't try so hard to make SURE he could never escape Sol's anger by making himself permanently recognizable.

"Well maybe he just selfishly didn't want to let go of Sol." This is a legitimately fair point. However, let's recall what happens in the strive story: Asuka offers Frederick a choice between letting him remove the gear cells and flame of corruption from him, or letting Sol kill him.

I need you to look me in the eyes when I tell you I can't handle this part. I can't. Well over a century of fuckups and shit going wrong while Asuka desperately tries to make a million things right that weren't even entirely his fault to begin with - he didn't want to make Gears as weapons, hell he didn't even want to be a scientist! He laments about not having any control over his life and certain decisions. In all of that though, he fucking loves his friends Frederick and Aria. Now one of them's dead because of him, and the other one hates him, and after over 100 years of planning and thinking and work-

Asuka R Kruetz has no idea how to look Frederick Bulsara in the eye and tell him he's sorry. He only knows how to fix it, and also how to offer Sol a chance to feel better about it - I think he truly believes that after everything, if Sol killing him will make Sol feel better, that that's what he should let happen. I'm so fucking ill. Asuka thinks the fucking WORLD of Frederick - listen to this bit of his Strive theme, "The Gravity:"

"As the universe turned black / did the sun ever defy fate? / beyond it all do you recognize me?"

In case you aren't familiar with how Sol Badguy got his name, the government gave him the codename "Badguy" while he was running around wrecking gear compounds. "Sol" is a name given to him by Slayer, because he "shone brightly like the sun."

Now look at that snippet from Asuka's theme again - that line about the sun defying fate? That's about Sol. That's about how much he loves and values Sol, someones he repsect and looks up to, and the only person he had left to count on to fix the world that he feels like he fucked up.

As we know, Sol chooses to let Asuka just un-gear him, but after that Asuka just... leaves. He goes to the moon with the tome of origin to protect it from falling into the wrong hands. Do you know how fucking badly it fucks me up, that after everything, Asuka just ends up alone? He spent over a century trying to fix the world, nothing he did worked, and when it finally did everything was different. Everything. Aria is gone, Frederick is happier but not in his life anymore, and Asuka is alone. Everything he ever did started with his love for Frederick and Aria, and at the end of it all he's alone. And he feels guilty.

His Strive arcade Story rips me to fucking pieces - Asuka clones himself and when he does, the clone Asuka R # mentions specifically that Asuka made him "Chattier." He mentions that Asuka "Doesn't like himself." I read that as Asuka making an idealized version of himself - a self that wouldn't fuck up, a self that wouldn't be hated, but also

A self that would carry on his work.

This is where it gets heavy, but I personally believe Asuka intended to kill himself initially. He has no idea how to say sorry to Frederick, no idea how to atone, and no idea how to exist in a world that so far, he feels he has only ever fucked up in. Another snippet from his theme: "does existence have meaning? / the reality or the truth, the reality of the truth / what fact should we accept? / The reality or the truth? reality" He's trying to figure out if he can still live, if even if he wants to live, does he even deserve to? Have the right to? How can he atone?

The clone states, though it dances around it, that it's worried for Asuka - worried that he's hoping he'll lose the fight, hoping he'll die. But two of the possible outcomes (as strive arcade mode dialogue tends vary based on performance) are listed below:

In both of these conversations, the clone cites a desire to exist - which to the clone, since it is also Asuka in way, means that the original Asuka wants to exist too - and therefore that he can, and is trying to figure out how to.

I think Asuka, like a lot of Gear characters, is about trying to find a place in the world - even if the whole world feels like it's not built for you. All Asuka has ever done is tried - and failed. But he's still here. He DID manage to unfuck everything, and he did it because he DID still have Sol. Another bit of insight his clone dumps on him:

that bit there: "I know you can't affirm yourself. But at least tell me you’ll keep walking. Even if you lose your way. As long as one person out there cares about you… It’s worth it just to try to keep them happy." This is a common theme in Gear: relationships, both romantic and platonic, saving people; connections to others giving people a reason to go on or to see a new perspective that makes life worth living. Jack-O found Sol, who treated her like her own person and made her realize she was more than just a replacement for Aria. Dizzy found Ky and vice versa, changing Ky's perspective on Gears and having Dizzy realize she could be happy even in a world that treated her like a monster. Here on the moon, creating Asuka R# to talk to, Asuka is trying his very best to see and understand the world through Frederick's eyes - a world that Frederick saw as worth fighting for:

Asuka is a character who hasn't found his way yet, but all that matters is that he keeps looking.

Uh so to answer your question, I love Asuka R Kreutz - maybe you can tell by the fact that I dumped an absolute trainwreck mess on you after one small ask. Sorry! I apologize about this being a little all over the place and not having as much cohesion as I would've liked but this character is very dense and complicated and I did this kinda quickly so I had to sort through a bunch of weird feelings as I typed - I hope you found at least some of it interesting.

Thank you for the ask!

Ah, and a big fat huuuuuuuuge thank you to the stellar and amazing new Gear wiki, which is where I pulled those screenshots of his arcade mode script from! It's really a wonder how fast the wiki was put together and just what a fantastic resource it is for stuff like this; it saved me having to watch a video or, god forbid, try and do Asuka's arcade mode myself. Below is a link to the wiki page I pulled Asuka's stuff from - please check it out cause I didn't even come close to covering the full depth of what's talked about in his Arcade mode story and also because the wiki is glorious and deserves love:

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tonysbed · 2 years

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My soft spot

Thomas Shelby x Fem!Reader

Summary: Thomas doesn’t have a vulnerable point in his life.It’s not really his family nor is it Grace.But the rivals found something..more someone who makes him fall to his knees

Warnings:Soft!Tommy(Is that a warning?),Cursing, Guns,Murder(It’s the Peaky Blinders🤷🏼‍♀️)

A/n:This is a scenario I imagined while listening to this.NO GRACE HATE!

>Not proofread<

“We’ll hit you,where you are most vulnerable Mr.Shelby”Thomas just looked calmly at the man who stood meters away from him”Alright.And that would be?”Polly gave him a warning look,which he ignored. The man laughed and gave a signal to his men.They brought someone forward from behind.

You.It was You.

“You got to be kidding me”Ada said.The entire Shelby clan instantly tensed up.Grace didn’t knew who you were.She just questioned why everyone tensed up as they saw you. Thomas glared at his rival.

“Leave her out of this.”

You looked up at Thomas.His fist clenched”You are her father.What is your problem,eh?”Arthur asked.Your father let out a laugh.

”I have finally something to hurt him with.I wasn’t able to before but I found out the bitch here is under protection of the Shelby family.You only protect people you care for”

Thomas took a deep breath”Get.on.your.knees”Your father said.Polly looked at Ada.She nodded.Thomas fell forward onto his knees.So did John.Arthur,Ada and Polly.Only Grace stood there,completely confused.

”I assume that the blonde one over there isn’t really a Shelby and doesn’t even know who my daughter is”You looked up at him”I’m not your daughter anymore.You fucking destroyed me.”You said and looked at Thomas”What do you want so you let her go..?”Thomas asked.Your father looked at him.

”Let her go”

All of your heads snapped over to your sister”Why are you keep harassing her Dad?Gosh!Just leave her be.She doesn’t do any harm!”Your father scoffed”She married a shelby.She’s a whore”You looked down”Do you even know what you’re saying there?”She asked. “Let her go Dad”

Your father hesitated.He was right where he wanted to be.The Shelby’s on their knees,ready to give up everything,You and the power.Before he could decide you finally jumped up and ran.Thomas stood up and held you close to him but you two fell back on your knees together.Your father just watched.

“Are you okay?Please tell me he didn’t hurt you”

You just cried into his chest.The rest of the Shelby’s pulled out their guns and pointed them at your family rivals.

Tommy slowly pulled both of you up.He turned his back to your father and held your face in his hands.You looked up at him.His eyes filled with concern as he wiped your tears away”He will pay for this”Tommy whispered as he pulled you close again.

His forehead on yours.It was like time stopped and it was just you and him.Both of you forgot the world and just held each other”I’m never letting you go again. You’re staying no matter what you say”

You smiled weakly”Didn’t had the intention to leave again Tom”

The way you said his name made him shiver.He took your hand and made your way behind Arthur and John.Grace was still in shock”I’m sorry.Who is that?!”

Thomas now remembered that she was there.Ada looked over at her”Don’t try Grace.It’s always gonna be Y/n.”She scoffed”I didn’t love Thomas either way”

With that she walked away.Arthur and John looked at each other”Never liked her in the first place”Polly said.

”None of us did Pol”Ada laughed.You just held onto Tommys arm.God you just realised how much you actually needed him.How much you missed him and how much you loved him.It was never gonna change.

He took your hand and walked towards his car but turned his head while helping you in”Deal with them.”

John and Arthur nodded.

Tommy had his hand on your thigh the whole ride.You finally saw your house again.Your safe place.

You both got out of the car”Welcome home luv”You smiled”Not completely.”He looked confused”What do you-“You kissed him.Finally.

You were finally home.

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Reblog if you like this:)And go easy on me,i’m still new to the whole tumblr thing🥲Critic is still very welcome<3

Have a nice day/night folks!

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eff-plays · 7 months

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can we get more of your feelings about the durge/astarion stuff pretty please?? because i feel SO vindicated after reading your thoughts and am almost resentful of durge/astarion stuff having everyone so "they're made for each other!" and "they're canon!", it feels so invalidating towards tav/astarion. i really don't like durge either; i have one canon character when i play rpgs and dark urge does not fit them in the slightest 😓

if i wanted to put an understanding spin on it, i guess that's the trade off for having your own custom character with a back story you've created, and at least astarion is so incredibly loving towards tav and talks repeatedly about how incredible they are and how much he cares for them. but i do absolutely have SO many created scenarios in my head where my tav breaks down with their own traumas and ptsd, and astarion is there to comfort and help them through it, because god knows we don't get any of that in the actual game 😭 (i hope this made sense omg, i just love your opinions and want to hear them all)

Honestly I am not generally in the business of having too many opinions on things I haven't personally tried or experienced, so what you've seen so far of my opinions on Durge/Astarion is basically the extent of it, and my reasoning for deciding not to try it in the first place.

However, I can offer some further vindication in that I think saying "they're made for each other" or "they're canon" is such a dipshit and factually incorrect take that it's pretty much not worth getting upset over. People can say and think whatever they want, that doesn't always make it true, particularly not when it comes to RPGs that are meant to be played as you want them. People who say this are fundamentally misunderstanding the concept of an RPG, and they're probably stupid, and their opinions aren't worth considering or taking seriously. Or, they're just trying to upset you and they feel smug about their own choices, in which case you should still ignore them.

Like, I hate Ascended Astarion, but I'm not gonna say Spawn Astarion is canon. If I do say it, I will clarify that it's canon for me, because it is, but canon in general? It would be literally, factually untrue. So why would I say that unless I'm wilfully obnoxious and smug about my choices? Or just dumb? Which I am, but not like that.

Iirc Larian encouraged people to play custom origin for their first playthrough, and people did, and most people tried going for Astarion. That means that, statistically, a shitton of people have Tav/Astarion as their main pairing. Why would they encourage this if it's apparently not canon? Why shoot themselves in the foot by offering an apparently inferior experience first?

Also, just because one writer wrote stuff for one character because they had the time to do so, does not make it somehow the definitive answer. It was clearly not intended to be the only romance where Durge gets a specific variation, I doubt Larian would do that, so it's basically an accident, or at least unintentional.

That being said, even if it was intentional, who's to say it's a good thing? Harkening back to my Dragon Age days, I remember people saying that Andrastian human was clearly the intended experience, and the game struggled to accommodate any other race/class. Does that make it canon? Or just bad game design/writing?

Obviously not saying Larian did a bad job, clearly they did a good job if people are going to bat for it this obnoxiously, but the logic is equally flawed.

I do have issues with Durge in general as a concept (mostly cuz I just don't understand the logic behind including it aside from ... previous game fanservice?) but I haven't even graduated from gamer school yet so I won't get into that.

Also, one thing abt Tav I love that Durge misses out on is just the sheer ballsiness and comedy of rocking up to Bhaal's secret temple and killing all his guys and just not even being involved in any of that shit at all. Durge gets all that angst and drama, sure, and Orin is soo important apparently, but she died in two rounds for me. TWO. Imagine being just some fucking guy who fucks up your shit so bad that you have to restart everything. That amuses me to no end.

So ... there's that, lmao.

#bg3 #bg3 spoilers #cazador was a harder fight than orin lmao #all that buildup and then she just fucking croaks #misogyny tbh #but also i thought she was so annoying tbh so it was still fun to kill her #more fun that it was so undignified #like yaas girl go give us nothing #durge: ouhgh ... orin ... my enemy. tav: lmao yeah some rangom crazy bitch i shanked #tbh all the villains in bg3 are kinda mid there i said it #cept for maybe the emperor he can hang

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space-station-nursery · 1 day

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🛰️⸝⸝Welcome to the Space Station Nursery 🪐

☆ ・Personal info ! ˖ ˒

🦊Little Dipper︰Hi! im Finn, also Finnegan, finny fox, fishy finn, and more to my closest friends and moots! Im 21 and my pronouns are They/Them! My timezone is CST. I like Bubby, jay, baking and cooking, playing games, reading (by myself and with bubby) making decor stuff and making custom things! Blues clues !!! if you see a blues clues ask from an anon, its probably me.

Dislikes︰I HATE Bugs, bugsbugsbugs. Being confronted(confrontation), purposely being misgendered, having my boundaries disrespected, bubby or jay being purposely misgendered, bugs and uh-…. i think thats it lol

🦌 Big Dipper︰Hi im FD, im 21 (22 in august) and my pronouns are He/Him. My timezone is MST. I LOVE BABI BEAR, our friends, gaming, cars, anything that has moving parts, reading and watching crime stuff, watching movies and playing games with babi and our friends, and really love the flash as well!

Dislikes︰I dont like icky people coming to talk to babi and i (i dont really like talking to people in general), People misgendering babi or my friends or being rude towards them, and i dont like when people disrespect my boundaries I also dont like the idea of sitters because so many people in the community that we have encountered have bad intentions, but there's nothing else i can think of rn

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venusoracle · 5 months

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Hi!! Can you do a lov reading about itzy? Please

itzy love life

disclaimer: take with a grain of salt and i don't take responsibility if my readings start rumours, hurt delusional people, etc. if you spam hate or requests, you will be blocked. reminder: none of these idols know either you or me and will never date you. read my rules before requesting.

yeji - she doesn't want to share, there's a lot of messy energy here

ryujin - oo, i think she might be flirting with someone, perhaps he's a water sign. he has a lot of people interested in him so she enjoys knowing that he gives her the most attention/likes her the most? she's not being upfront about her intentions with him though. (knight of wands, 5 of wands, king of cups, queen of swords reversed)

lia - no, her priority is healing. she also feels like she's an underdog in her career. i'm getting the energy that she's been thinking about the possibility of her leaving the group? the hate she received really really affected her :( (5 of swords, 2 of coins reversed, the tower)

yuna - nope. she regrets giving someone a chance because they were fake, pretending to be someone they weren't. (10 of swords, justice reversed)

chaeryeong - no, she walked away before they could start a relationship. it was gonna be too much work and she knew she wouldn't be happy with them. (8 of cups, the hanged man, 10 of wands)

#kpop tarot #itzy tarot #celebrity tarot #tarot readings

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annab-nana · 1 year

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okay this is gonna be a huge request but can we get an angst prompt, 11. “can you shut up for once in your life?” and a fluff, 8. “sleep over? please?” with peter 🫶 a hurt to comfort enemies to lovers tysm 😭🤍

i love huge requests and i love your mind!! i hope you enjoy it :)

warnings: not proofread, it's a tad long, tony's and may's death mentions, no way home bits used, reader has hydrokinesis and can control water temperature, angst and sadness with a slightly comforting ending

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the last year for you and peter both had been utter hell. it started off strong with the only thing that held you two together, your beloved mentor tony stark, dying at the end of one of the hardest battles you or peter had ever fought. looking back, that strengthened your bond with peter, but it also worsened your likeness for one another. when he saw you and when you saw him, you both thought of tony and it hurt all over again.

then came mysterio and his illusions, playing with your heart and mind and not to mention him leading you both onto the tracks to be hit by a train. if it weren't for peter catching you and pulling you onto the train with him, you wouldn't be here right now. you often wondered why he didn't leave you with how much he seemed to hate you.

the summer before your senior year after you thought you and peter had dealt with him, his face showed again on the daily bugle billboard, doxxing you both to the city and the world. you looked to peter who grabbed mj and swung away, leaving you to fend for yourself.

you didn't get into mit and peter's stupid ass turned to magic instead of talking to college admissions like everyone else, but you didn't find out that fact until after a man with tentacles tried to choke you. you and peter had to work together to fix his mistake. you did give him a little hell about it until you learned that he included you as well in his wishes to dr. strange.

and then, you had to be there for him in a way you never had before. you'd never seen him break like you did that night when may died and then, you'd never seen him actually have the intent to kill like he did when fighting the goblin. his rage-filled eyes landed on you when you froze him to his spot, but it was for his own good. you knew he wouldn't be happy if he killed norman that day. he wasn't happy with you either.

that was two weeks ago. for both of you, everyone you had ever known had forgotten you except for each other. the only person who knew who you were in the whole world was peter frickin' parker and you were sure he was unhappy that out of all the people, you were the lone one that knew who he was.

since you were all each other had and you both weren't doing too hot as far as finances went, you two decided to live in the same apartment building. you were on the first floor and peter was on the second. your place was actually directly under peter's so you could hear him moving around above you a lot of the time. that's how you knew he was home, so you grabbed your book and bounded up the steps.

you knocked, awaited his usual come in—he knew it was you based on your heartbeat—, and opened the door. "hey, i just wanted to check with you and make sure you got the same answers as me on the ged practice. you and i both know math is not my strong suit."

then, you met his eye when finally looking up from your papers and noticed they appeared to be glassy. it could've been the light, but with everything that has happened, you still wanted to check. you guys may have hated each other, but you were also all you had.

"you okay?"

"yeah," he answered in a clipped tone and then gestured toward your book and papers, "can this wait? i've got stuff i need to do."

"um, yeah," you clutched your items closer to your chest, "by the way, if you're planning on doing laundry, don't do it here. most of the machines are down and of the ones that work, they have been claimed by ms. tomlinson. she isn't as sweet as she appears."

"yeah, i know. i was going to go to a laundromat anyway." his tone sounded agitated and final so you stepped closer to the door before another idea came to your head.

"oh, also, mr. ditkovitch wanted me t-"

"can you shut up for once in your life?" peter snapped, the bite in his voice sending you back a step.

"excuse me?" he had no right to be so rude. you thought that you two were maybe moving past this stage a little given your situation, but apparently not.

"i didn't ask for this. i thought that when stephen said he was going to make the world forget peter parker and y/n y/l/n, you would've been included in forgetting me and me forgetting you. if i got to keep one person, why couldn't it have been ned or mj?" he ranted, not realizing how deep he was cutting you with only his words.

"do you think i wanted this? do you think i wanted to be getting my ged while living alone in a shitty apartment that i can barely afford? do you think i wanted you to be the only person who knew me? you don't think it kills me when i see happy and he doesn't recognize who i am? he was the closest thing i had to a father other than tony but at least tony isn’t walking around acting like he doesn't know who i am. obviously, this isn't ideal, but we've got to make the best of the situation. i know i'm not your favorite person and you are far from mine, but you are all i have peter. it's just you and me," you paused your speech for a breath as you let peter hear your words. his eyes got glassy again, so you reached for the doorknob to give him some space. "i'll, uh, leave you alone now."

just as you twisted the knob, peter's voice stopped you.

"no," he stated, voice slightly wobbling with the word, "you're right. i just have nowhere to put my anger and i'm taking it out on you because that's what i'm used to doing. we're in a shitty situation and we're all we have. i shouldn't be pushing away the only one who knows me and the absolute last thing i want right now is to be alone. i'm so tired of being alone."

"do you want me to stay?" you asked cautiously.

he nodded and you let go of the doorknob. you set your stuff down when he spoke again. "would you want to stay the night, like sleep over?" he inquired in an insecure tone and added, "please?"

you were tired of being alone too. "yeah, that sounds nice."

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lucassinclaer · 7 months

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3 or 11 + hellcheer, please? 🥺🤲

helloooo!! okay, so this was a delight! i did 3 for now but probably gonna circle back to 11 once i've done the other ones still in my inbox bc gd but they're soft.

send me a things you said prompt

3. things you said too quietly

Chrissy has never been good at making herself be heard. Looked at, yes, admired for her narrow stature and her pretty face (or criticized for her stature not being narrow enough and her face showing any sign of life that wasn’t a fragile, porcelain smile.)

Even now, leaving expectations behind, she still isn’t a loud person. She knows. The evidence is all over.

Eddie is occupying the kitchen when she emerges from her study session. The timer went off and she's done for the day. There's times when she'll force herself to go over but the better days are when she can call it quits when she planned to.

On her fuzzy socks, she's quiet and Eddie is absorbed in D&D prep. So she pauses in the doorway to sneak a look at him.

He's sat in the way that'll make his leg fall asleep and biting his nails. There’s ink stains all over his fingers. And she just says it quietly into the air, “I think I might love you.”

Her heart sinks the first second after it’s out there. Certain and fragile. Wobbling.

Eddie doesn’t react.

“Mh?” he says, looking up from his maps and his notes. His eyes are glazed over. He's in a different world, somewhere where dark wizards reign but are always eventually toppled.

It's perfectly innocent and a complete disaster. If she thought about this happening, imagined it, she would want to disappear off the face of the earth. A nightmare scenario and shameful and so unsuited to all those perfect love stories she was meant to fit into like a cut-out and… And Chrissy finds, she doesn’t mind.

She hates the thought of being perfect when that’s what she was raised to be. She hates the way guilt caves in on her every time she takes up more space than what people want to assign her. She hates it with an aching, syrupy kind of anger that sits deep in her chest and can’t ever see the light of day in its entirety.

And it’s Eddie.

He doesn’t like perfect, either. He likes her clumsy and full of mistakes. Not so bad when you see it in others, too, he told her once.

She's over being scared that he won’t look at her the same way if she puts a foot wrong. She'd survive it even if he did.

Chrissy's never been good at making herself heard and she might never be. But maybe that’s okay.

They have time.

She smiles. “Nothing. Do you want some coffee?”

A brief flash of recognition in his eyes, “Coffee!” which means yes.

As she passes Eddie, she cards a hand through his hair and he leans into it with a sigh, automatic and without intention. She knows him and he knows her and when she needs him to hear her, she'll make him. There’s time.

#i hope this is okay!#eddie disaster d&d prepper his most reliable trait TO ME (also the avoidance and not being able to stfu)#hellcheer #chrissy cunningham #eddie munson #bylertruther #srsly tysm for sending thisssssss!!#*mine #*fics #*ficlets

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raspberrysunshinebby · 1 year

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Two Choices

(I’m gonna change the name I promise. Please send suggestions.)

Chapter 2

Pairing: Eris x reader x Azriel

Summary: The future wife of Eris never cared much for mating bonds, she had spent years in love with Eris and when Beron finally dies they can be together. He has full intention to make his love into his High Lady until at a party meant to celebrate Eris’ reign the girl finds herself finding her mate, Azriel.

Warnings: Slight smut, angst, tell me if I missed something.

Word Count: 4625

(I’m rlly sorry for what im about to do to Azriel’s character)

The next morning I’d woken up to Eris already gone. I’d assumed he’d gone to go spar with his brothers, I went to go change but quickly remembered I wasn’t in my room. As I looked around I noticed a simple pink dress sitting on a chair, I assumed Eris left it there and I went to put it on.

I quickly noticed how puffy my face was from all the crying, and how red it was. I was also scared people would question why Eris and I slept here tonight instead of in his room. I really didn’t want anyone to know about this, not at least until I beat it into Eris’ head that I would choose him over anyone, even my mate.

The doors quickly opened to my handmaid's entering with makeup and hair things, happy I was already dressed.

“What's going on?” I asked the Lady next to me. “The Night Court is to arrive soon and Eris requested we do your hair and makeup.” She told me.

Something about that hurt. Knowing Eris set up this meeting without discussing the bond with me first hurt. The fact he wanted me done too? That made it hurt even more.

“Where is he?” I asked.

“Downstairs discussing preparations with staff.” She answered quietly.

I quickly got up from my seat to head to him. I couldn’t have this meeting, I didn’t want this meeting.

I quickly found him discussing with kitchen staff before I yelled out his name. When he looked to be, I motioned towards the dining hall, which I knew no one was in.

“What the fuck is this meeting about?” I asked him when we walked in.

He sighed, “I think it's pretty obvious it's about you.”

“Why?”

He looked at me like the answer was so obvious, “Azriel is your mate, (Y/N). This meeting is to discuss what to do about that.”

“There is nothing to discuss,” I told him, “I don't want to be even near Azriel. I want nothing to do with the Night Court.”

“He is your mate. You should at least try.” He said quietly.

My heart dropped, “No!” I said firmly, “I don't want to, I want nothing with him Eris.”

“And what if one day you decide you do?” He raised his voice. This caught me off guard, he’d never done that.

“Tell me, what happens when you decide you want the bond? Will there be an affair? Will I be to blame?” He told me.

I stayed silent, not because I felt like he was right, but because I couldn’t believe he’d think I’d ever do that.

“The bond is placed for a reason (Y/N). I want you to find out whether or not you are compatible now rather than later. I don't want to watch you not want me when we’re married.”

“Last night it didn’t seem like you wanted me anymore,” I said, holding back tears.

“Oh my cauldron, (Y/N). I-”

“You didn’t even look at me!” I cut him off.

He stayed silent for a second, “I’m sorry but it's not my fault you got mated to a man I hate.”

At this point, I was crying, “It’s not mine either!”

I heard him whisper, “I know, I know.”

I’m not sure if we both would’ve started yelling or crying at each other. Before we could, a maid knocked to tell us the Night Court had arrived.

I whipped the tears from my eyes and tried to compose myself, Eris took his fingers and combed down some parts of my hair that were messy—almost making me cry again.

We walked out of the room together, but I was about a foot ahead of him.

When we entered the room I saw a few members of the Night Court, the Highlord and Lady, Azriel, and another winged male. The seats were set up on both sides. I wanted to take a seat on the couch that was placed on the side where Eris would be sitting but I didn’t know if I should. I eventually decided to sit on the couch with Eris but on the other side away from him.

“Have you thought about the Eris deal?” Rhysand started. This confused me, I never heard anything about a deal.

“Yes, I did,” Eris responded.

“What deal?” I asked.

Everyone was silent before Rhysand spoke again, “We were discussing having you switch from here to the Night Court every two weeks. To help you figure out your whole. Situation.”

My jaw dropped, “There's nothing to figure out. I’m staying here with my fiance and that's final.”

“You forget you're still my mate,” Azriel started, “I don't plan on kidnapping you in your sleep but I do plan on being persistent on giving us a shot.”

“There is no us,” I responded.

“(Y/N).” Eris stated my name, “He has every right to want to do that. He’s your mate.”

I looked at him shocked, “I can't fucking believe you're taking their side.” I told him.

Eris took a deep breath, “As your High Lord I’m telling you to take the deal. You’ll be leaving for two weeks tonight.”

Azriel was about to say something but it didn’t matter, I stood from my seat and rushed to my room. Not waiting to hear anyone try to stop me.

I didn’t understand why Eris was doing this. I was to be his Highlady and he was allowing me to be sent off to some other man.

I noticed shadows following me under my door but I paid them no mind as I forced myself under my covers to cry. Maybe if I was lucky they’d forget I was here if I stayed long enough.

I’m not sure how long I laid there as I eventually fell asleep, but when I woke up it was already nighttime. I walked down the hall hungry and tired still when I heard two voices.

“You're selling my sister off like a broodmare!” I recognized the voice as my oldest brother, Silas.

“That is not what is going on. She is not being sold, and this will be her choice.” I heard Eris say.

“Bullshit, she doesn’t even want to go in the first place and you're making her go. Where is her choice here?” Silas responded.

“You don't understand Silas, I want her to know whether or not she wants to be with Azriel now.”

“She doesn’t!” Silas yelled, “She doesn’t give a fuck about him, you told me yourself! You're being fucking delusional! You're going to fucking lose her not cause of Azriel but cause of you!”

“She's going. Whether you like it or not.”

I heard something crash before my brother angrily came out of Eris’ office. The door slammed and Silas saw me, his face immediately softened.

“He’s really making me go, isn’t he?” I softly asked him.

My brother wrapped his arms around me, I expected myself to cry but I didn’t. “I’m sorry my sweet girl.” was all he could muster out.

Silas told me Rhysand and Azriel would be here soon, leading us to slowly walk to the sitting room they’d be winnowing to.

About five minutes of us waiting happened until the two showed up to take me away. I stalled for about two minutes before we left, waiting to see if Eris would come to say goodbye.

He never did.

I was brought to a place they called ‘The House of Wind’ and brought to a room. I found there were Night Court gowns and nightdresses for me, but I stuck to the Autumn Court ones I had brought with me.

“You haven’t eaten today, have you?” Azriel asked me, “I can have some food brought to you.”

“I’m fine.” That is all I said.

He paused for a moment, “Feyre and Rhysand made a deal somewhat like this,” He told me, “it worked out for them. I hope it works out for us.” He said quietly.

After I hadn’t said anything for a little while he eventually left.

I lay in bed for maybe minutes or hours before I realized I could not fall asleep, I was so tired yet I couldn't.

I’d only been able to fall asleep alone during the day due to the anger I felt against Eris, but now that I’d calmed down, all I wanted was him. I couldn’t sleep without him.

Eventually, I grabbed a thinner blanket in my room than the one on my bed and walked around the house. I ended up finding a library that I sat in to watch the sunrise.

After the sunrise I decided to look around at what books they had. I wanted to find some to pass the time before I could go home, yell at Eris for being an idiot and then have him in my arms.

Usually, I’d like romance, but at the moment I couldn’t stand the thought of it. So instead I chose fiction books about wars or some magical schools or something. Anything I could pass the time with. Once I was done I began walking back to my room covered in my blanket.

On my walk I was interrupted by Azriel walking toward me in a hurry, “Did you sleep at all last night?” was the first thing he said.

“No,” I told him, and he immediately rushed to my side to try to help me carry my books and bring me back to my room.

“No, stop. I’m fine.” I told him as I grabbed the books I was holding from his hands and began walking back to my room, he continued following me.

“Are you sure you're fine, 'cause I really wanted to take you somewhere today so you don't feel weird here,” He continued rambling on.

“Yea I’m fine, sure.” was all I said.

I have to admit, I felt a little bad. Azriel was sweet, he clearly cared. He wouldn’t compare to Eris though. Even if I accepted the mating bond Azriel would never compare.

“Also um,” He started, “There are Night Court dresses in there. I was hoping you’d wear one of those instead of the Autumn Court ones you brought.”

“Yea sure,” I said snappily.

“Alright great, can you be ready in like thirty minutes?” he asked me.

“Yea sure,” I said.

“Okay perfect, I’ll see you in a bit.” He scurried off as I went into my room.

I don't know why I didn’t except this. I wanted to jump off a cliff, but at this point, I just had to go along with whatever.

To me, all the dresses they had for me looked dull. All blacks or grays, some blues. I found I didn’t look good in dark blue though.

I settled for a gray dress with a corset-like top and straight gown bottom. It had some sparkly stars on it and was honestly a little itchy.

I brushed my hair some and allowed it to have its natural waves before Azriel came back knocking on my door.

Through the door, he asked me if I was ready before I responded with a yes.

After I left the room I noticed Rhysand was there, he said he was there just to winnow us. I guess Azriel was worried about what my reaction would be to flying. I was really glad they chose to winnow me.

Once we got there Rhysand left as fast as he came, I turned to see Azriel took me to a garden.

“Eris mentioned to me you like to walk in gardens sometimes in the morning, I thought it’d be nice to take you to one.”

“Thank you,” I told him, being polite.

We walked down the garden together, he told me about how Feyre’s sister Elain takes care of it and about the little knowledge of plants he knew. We continued talking, well he talked and I listened and responded.

Once we got closer to the house we were by I noticed long red locks by a window.

I’d stopped listening to what Azriel said as I examined the red hair. It looked so close to Eris’ and just seemed like I knew the person.

The man turned his head more towards the window where I could see his face.

Lucien

The boy I hadn’t seen since he was exiled was standing there as a man. I remembered him as a baby when Eris would sneak away with him to show me his little brother. I remember him as a little boy playing in the trees and I remember how the day before he was exiled he had spent some time in my families gardens with me, he chatted about anything and everything,

I immediately rushed toward the house to see him. Ignoring Azriel's yells of my name I found the door to the house and turned the corner to make eye contact with Lucien.

I saw his eye light up before he went to hug me. This was the first time I’d smiled in a whole day. I almost cried seeing the man who’d always be a boy to me.

There were a few other people in the room who seemed to have no idea what was going on. Azriel included.

Neither of us cared, we decided to move our small little reunion outside where Azriel followed. We sat by some benches while we chatted, catching each other up on everything.

The conversion made it to Lucien's exile.

“Eris was hoping you’d be at that party, he wanted to publicly remove your exile and claim you as his brother,” I told Lucien quietly. Ignoring the way Azriel shifted in his seat as I mentioned Eris.

Lucien stayed silent for a second, “Honestly I just want to see my mother again.”

“She misses you a lot, if you just showed up you’d be welcomed with open arms. I promise.” I told him.

He shook his head, “I don't want to go until it's properly abolished.”

I nodded, “I’ll relay that message when I get home.”

“(Y/N) you haven’t eaten yet today either right?” Azriel asked, leading me to nod.

“Come on, we’re gonna go get breakfast somewhere, okay?”

I nodded to Azriel before I hugged Lucien as a goodbye and stood up, ready to follow him.

I followed him through the house trying to not make eye contact with the other people in there who were very obviously looking at me, especially the blonde, Mor. I wondered if she still hated Eris for something everyone knows wasn’t even his fault.

I successfully got through the house without someone trying to kill me, which seemed like an accomplishment for me.

Azriel moved his hand to my shoulder to push me slightly to stand next to him. I much preferred standing behind him but I followed his direction anyway. We walked through the city he called Velaris. I'd heard of it a couple of times during conversations with Eris but never cared enough to ask more about it.

It was a pretty city, stone brick houses and shops everywhere. I missed the autumn colors the cities back at home had with their trees and leaves.

Eventually we made it to this cute looking cafe, it was made of brick with steel seats and tables everywhere with little star designs on them, there were floating candles all around and a menu with different drinks and food on them, most I’d never heard of.

One of the workers came out of the back with a bigger chair, and sat it down at a table after removing its original chair. I guess Azriel was a regular here as he thanked the worker who gave him two menus and sat in the chair as I sat in front of him. The chair matched the others; it was just bigger and made to fit his wings.

When I read the menu I was really hoping there’d be something I’d recognize and like here, but I’d forgotten how much of a picky eater I was. The only thing that was also at the Autumn Court here was a simple Egg and toast breakfast, but I didn’t like eggs. I hated the texture and how it felt in my mouth. When I was a child I ate one and immediately threw it up. I hate eggs.

My eyes wandered to something that looked basic on the menu. It was a thin circle thing that looked similar to the waffles we had back in the Autumn Court. It came with toast that had avocado on it.

Azriel noticed how long I took and how confused I looked, “Do you not have this kind of stuff in the Autumn Court?” He asked me.

I shook my head, “What the hell is a pancake?” I asked him.

This time he looked confused, “You guys don’t have pancakes?”

He began to explain to me that it was batter made from milk, flour and eggs that was cooked. I thought for a minute, “So it's a thin waffle?”

“What is a waffle?”

I decided to order the pancake with the avocado toast thing, which I ended up really liking. The texture on the pancake wasn’t the same as a waffle which kind of bothered me but it didn’t make me want to throw up at least.

We chatted a little bit but it's hard to chat with someone when all you want to do is leave. At least I tried. Afterwards he asked me if I wanted to go clothes shopping, since I only had like three dresses pre-made for me but I didn’t really feel like it.

“I’ll just wear the clothes I brought with me,” I told Azriel.

Azriel’s face scrunched up, “I don't think that’s a good idea, especially if you go out in public like that.”

“I don’t plan on going out in public that much.”

That made Azriel stop talking for a moment, he paid for our meals and we left to continue walking along the street.

In my defense, even if he wasn’t my mate I’d still feel weird talking to him just because he was being so awkward. Then I thought about it more, I’d probably be awkward to my mate if they started crying the second the bond kicked in.

As we walked I realized he was bringing us to this shop with little trinkets, based on the fact Eris told Azriel I liked gardens he probably also told him I liked little objects. Half of the space in our bedroom and drawing room is used for my little items. Something about them just made me very happy.

Azriel brought me into the shop with him where my eyes immediately went to the wall of little figures, boxes and other items. Azriel was going to say something but I’d already walked away to go look at these items.

I’m not sure how long we were there, if I could guess maybe an hour and a half. Azriel just walked behind me and watched me look around. For a minute I thought he was Eris, since this was the exact thing Eris and I did when we’d go to places like this.

I ended up finding a little jewelry box with little trees carved into it with gold flakes. I ended up loving it and picked it up.

Azriels head cocked, “are you getting that?”

I nodded to him and walked to the counter, before I could pay myself I saw the lady at the counter nod to Azriel, he directed me to the door telling me to not worry, he paid it for.

“What time is it?” I asked him.

“Around 2.” Azriel told me.

We’d been out for a while, I didn’t know the exact time we left but I knew it was around 9 or 10 in the morning.

We started to walk to the house we were originally at, I yawned realizing not sleeping all night was really catching up to me.

“Do you wanna go back to the house?” Azriel asked.

“Yes please, I’m so tired.”

“Lets go to the house real quick, I can get Rhysand to winnow us.”

“Can Lucien winnow us?” I asked.

“Well,” Azriel started, “I don't think Rhysand would like that.”

“Oh okay.”

I’m gonna be honest I was also just kind of tired of Azriel. Being around him was very boring, I’m sure he’s interesting but he was just kind of weird to be around.

When we’d gotten to the house Rhysand was already waiting to bring us back to the House of Wind. Before he brought us I saw multiple people just staring at me, some gave me dirty looks, while a few looked curious. Mor was one of the ones who gave me the dirty look.

I ended up just looking at the ground before Rhysand winnowed us back, I didn’t realize until I got there that I was holding my breath.

Azriel ended up walking me to my room when Rhysand left, he tried to come into my room but I stopped him. I didn’t want a man who wasn’t my fiance in my room.

Once I was finally in my room I changed into sleeping clothes and immediately passed out, exhausted from not sleeping properly and being out all day. It was still really early but I didn’t care.

This is what my days for the next week and a half looked like, I’d only sleep when I was exhausted, I’d go for breakfast with Azriel, go to a random shop, read at night and after day two I got to add daily chattings with Lucien who decided to extend his stay in the Night Court due to me. Azriel was always there though. I’d grown more comfortable with Azriel, enough to make jokes with him and have real conversations. I was still pretty guarded but more comfortable.

Now, three days before I’d return to the Autumn Court, the Inner Court of Night decided they wanted to have dinner with me before I went. I agreed, hoping this would stop them from looking at me the way they did.

When I was ready, Azriel brought me to the dining room in the House of Wind, where the court already was. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I sat down, but I really didn’t have a way out of this anymore so I tried to ignore it.

“So (Y/N),” Mor started, “Why exactly are you engaged to Eris?”

“He’s been my friend for over 400 years and my lover for over a hundred,” I said more quietly than I wanted to.

“That long and you still don't see the asshole he is.” The winged male who I learned name was Cassian said.

“You don't know anything about Eris.” I said.

Before Cassian could continue with whatever he was gonna say, Rhysand spoke up, “Can we stop talking about Eris, it’s gonna ruin my appetite.”

Azriel ended up speaking up, “You know Nesta, (Y/N) likes books a lot too.”

Nesta, the eldest sister, perked up, “What kind?” She asked me.

“I like fantasy and thrillers. Some romance when I’m bored but a lot are boring to me.” I told her.

“I read romance,” She told me, meaning we basically read completely different things. Which makes talking about books a little hard.

I kind of felt bad as Azriel desperately tried to find something that I liked that they also liked. Azriel didn’t know a lot of the things I liked though, most of them were activities I did with Eris and I didn’t feel like having an argument with my mates friends.

Eventually the dinner fell silent except for the coo’s of the Highlord's son, who I had to admit was really cute.

With the dinner being silent I didn’t expect Rhysands question, “When do you plan on breaking the engagement with Eris and accepting the bond?”

I choked on my food. “Excuse me?”

“Azriel is your mate, it's inevitable that you’ll accept the bond.”

“The more you talk the more I’m inclined to not accept the bond.” I told Rhysand.

Azriel gave Rhysand a look to stop talking, but that's when Feyre began talking. “So you would choose a cruel dictator over Azriel?”

My jaw clenched, “Eris isn’t like that, you all know nothing of him.”

“Last I checked he’s the man who nailed a note to a womb.” Mor responded.

“Your father did that. Eris had nothing to do with that, the only reason he didn’t help you was because he knew if he did he’d be tied to you.” I said angrily.

“Just stop playing around (Y/N),” Rhysand said, “Eris is going to be in the past, Azriel is your mate. I understand that it will be weird at first but you will begin to love him. Nesta didn’t like Cassian that much in the beginning and now look at them.”

I slammed my fork down and stood up, “I’m going back to the Autumn Court, goodbye.” I said storming out of the room. I heard Azriel stand up to follow me.

I stormed to my room as fast as I could ignoring Azriel’s pleas behind me. Once I’d gotten to my room I slammed the door and locked it, immediately going to find some paper and ink to send Eris a letter.

I’d avoided sending him one out of anger for making me come here the first week. After I did because I felt sad he didn’t try to send me one first, I continued to not send one out of pride.

At this point in my anger pride did not exist, I needed Eris to come get me now. I refused to be winnowed by Rhysand or anyone else in the Night Court so this was my only option.

I began to hear knocking at my door and callings of my name from Azriel, all of which I ignored. I quickly found a piece of paper and began to messily write on it, a simple message to Eris telling him to get me now.

Before I could finish my door was opened for Azriel, how he did it, I have no idea. I turned to look at him who was walking towards me, he came and snatched the paper out of my hand.

“You're not going back yet, this wasn’t the deal.” He told me, raising the letter above his head.

I tried to grab it, “I didn’t agree to anything, I’ll do whatever I fucking want.” I said angrily.

When I realized I couldn’t grab the paper, I tried to hit him. He used his free hand to hold onto my wrists to stop me and dropped his other hand. I attempted to break free, yelling at him to let me go.

He began to move towards the unlit fireplace in my room, dragging me with him. He threw the paper into it and grabbed a match from on top of the fireplace. He lit the fireplace, burning my letter.

I looked at the fire in shock, my skin crawling. After a second I began to try to fight my way out of his grip again. He let me go which caused me to fall back, I hit my head on the corner of the bed as I fell.

“Shit (Y/N)!” Azriel yelled, in my blurry vision I could see him rushing toward me.

I felt him move his hand to the back of my head and slightly lift me up, “Shit, shit your bleeding.”

My blurry vision turned to my hearing defaulting, before the world went black.

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