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Melantha (Dark Flower)
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Elain x Azriel
Summary: after 3 years of adoptions falling through, what are the chances of a baby needing a home the night they decide to take a new road on the journey to parenthood.
Warnings: discussions of surrogacy, adoption and Elains fears of conceiving a winged baby, slight smut mentions, made up lore about Emerie's family and Flowers that grow on Ramiel, mentions of maternal death, descriptions of blood, mostly fluff
word count: 5080
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Elain was always welcome at the river house. She didn’t need to knock, she could simply just walk in and hope for the best. With how many people visited and how many important conversations just sprung up out of seemingly nowhere, Feyre and Rhysand were a lot less prone to be in a compromising position when Elain walked in. Even less likely when the sun is up, and thus, their son is too. 
She finds Feyre in the study with Nyx and a tutor, he’s sitting at his little table, going through his alphabet. He’s 6 now, he’s grown so much, he’s so adorable and smart. He has Feyre’s attitude, that 'don’t fuck with me' energy that comes along with the courage to always try something new, alongside Rhysand’s charm and undying need to do things for others.  
“Elain!” Feyre rushes to the door, “how are you?” 
“I’m good,” she smiles with a slight blush, “how are you? How’s my lovely nephew.” 
He smiles over at her and gives her a little wave before returning to his work. He was dedicated. As the heir, he had a lot to learn between school and training and he loved every second of it. He took it so seriously, loving his court as much as the rest of their family. 
“He’s doing great… Kasha, I’m going to step out to talk with my sister, are you okay alone?” 
The woman nods, “Of course, my lady.” 
They share a smile and then Feyre directs her out into the hall. “You look nervous?” 
Elain just nods, taking a deep breath. “I need to ask you a very serious question… it’s not going to be easy for me to say aloud.” 
“Oh?” Feyre’s face drops. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” 
“I want to get pregnant,” she whispers. “But I don’t have the anatomy you and Nesta were blessed with…” 
Feyre’s face softens, and her shoulders drop. “Come with me, this conversation demands a strong tea.” 
They settle in the family room, completely alone. Even Nuala and Cerridwen are busy today. The house is so quiet, it’s so unusual. 
“You’re still cauldron-made,” Feyre reminds her. “So there is a chance you can survive having an Illyrian baby… however, Az is fully Illyrian, unlike Rhys. There is a very high chance that your babe will have wings… which scares me for you.” 
She nods, “I know, that’s why I wanted to ask a favour, which might be a little awkward for you.” 
“Okay…” 
“Tamlin was able to turn his sentinel into a wolf to send across the wall to be killed by you… You have part of his power, which you used when conceiving Nyx… Would you be able to turn Az into a wingless fae so that we can procreate without any winged genes passing through?” 
Feyre thinks it over for a moment, “I haven’t focused my powers on transforming someone else yet, I haven’t needed to, but we can try. That’s not awkward for me. I know my sisters are having sex, using my powers on your husband while you have sex isn’t going to be that strange.” 
“It’ll just be weird if it takes a while,” Elain says, her lips curling at the edges. “How long were you trying?” 
“From the solstice right after the war until we sent Nesta to the house of wind.” She explains. “I wanted her to get better by the time the babe arrived. She deserved to be better when she became an aunt…”
“And what a wonderful aunt she is,” Elain smiles, thinking about all the times she’s seen them play fighting out in the garden or the times she’s seen Nesta read him to sleep during the nights the sisters babysat so Feyre could have a night out. “I can’t wait to see her with my own children.” 
“They’re going to be so beautiful,” Feyre swoons, reaching out to grip her hand. “I’ll do anything to help you. Even if I have to carry the babe for you.” 
Elain looks at her like she grew a second head, “what? How would you do that?”
“I’ve talked to Madja about this before, she’s continued looking into safe ways to deliver half and quarter Illyrian babes for when this happened. She’s suggested that she could take Azriel’s… seed? Sorry, that’s so weird to say, and she could insert it in me. The babe would still have our family genes, I would stay inside the months I’d be showing so that there’s minimal gossip and then hand the babe to you when the day comes, if you don’t want people knowing… however, the child would be entirely yours, to keep and love forever. I would do that for you.” 
She gets up and pulls Feyre into a big hug. “Thank you,” she whispers, holding her close. Her baby sister has always been willing to do anything to keep her safe. Her heart was too big for her own good. “I think I want to try on my own first, though. I want to know what it’s like to feel them grow and move and kick. I want to go through the pain of having them, I want to experience it all if I can.” 
“I understand,” she smiles. “We can have dinner here in a few days, we can attempt the transformation and you two can go home and try.” 
“I am scheduled to take the contraceptive tea again in 3 days, so it’s wearing off. Can we try in a fortnight?” 
Feyre nods, “Just be careful until then.” 
“Of course,” Elain nods, “as sad as I am that he might not get to teach his own child how to fly, I know he’s going to be a wonderful father to any child that comes into our lives… did you know, we actually have some feelers out in Illyria, keeping an eye out for any babe that might be abandoned or orphaned? Nothing has worked out so far, there’s always someone inside the babes birth family to take them in. But for the last 2 years, we’ve thought about adopting a child in need.” 
“You can still do that,” Feyre assures. “Look at Rhys’s mom, she took in 2 more boys, well before she had her daughter. She would’ve kept taking in children who needed homes if she had the space.” 
Elain nods, “I’ve heard all the stories. She was a wonderful addition to Az’s life. I wish I could thank her every day.” 
Feyre takes in a deep breath, “Me too.” 
Two weeks go by at an achingly slow rate. 
Both because she’s so excited to start trying and because while she’s not on the contraceptive tea and while Az is still in his natural form, they can’t have sex. Real, deep, penetrative sex that they both love so much. 
It’s felt like 2 years, not 2 weeks. 
Sure, they’ve done things. They’ve fooled around and gotten off side by side, teased the other until they came undone and said the most disgustingly sexy things to each other in regards to what is going to happen the moment he can slip back inside of her. She’s been craving him so bad, it hasn’t felt like this since the first time they stumbled into her bed… Oh, she’s missed it so much, the mere passing thought of him fucking her was enough to drench her, leave her panting and needy enough to track him down in their house and rut against his thigh while she kisses the life out of him. 
Back in bed, cuddled into him after a couple rounds of ‘who can make the other come faster’, they lay there naked in the summer heat. She runs her fingers over his chest while staring off into the distance, relaxed, exhausted, but overly excited for tomorrow. She can’t sleep. From the pattern of his breathing, he can’t either. 
“I hope this works,” she whispers. “I just feel awful.” 
“Why?” He asks, cupping her face and drawing her attention up to his eyes. “Do you not want to be—
“I do. Believe me, I’ve always thought about being a mom. It was the one good thing that would come out of being handed off to a man I barely knew… having a baby to raise and love and cherish that was half me yet entirely mine,” she recalled the days when her mom was actively trying to sell her off. “But, I feel bad for you. What I’m taking from you because I can’t birth a baby with wings.” 
“You’re not taking anything from me?” He looks at her with so much more concern now. “I would lose my wings forever if it meant that I could be with you that long.” 
Her heart swells, she smiles softly, “really?” 
“Absolutely,” he nods. 
“You, Rhys and Cass had so much fun teaching Nyx to fly, I hate the thought of you not getting that moment with your own children.” 
“Teaching them to walk, teaching them to speak, how to wield a weapon, protect themselves and others. Bestowing your kindness upon them, teaching them how to fight with words, to stand up for their beliefs… there are an endless number of things I get to teach them. Something I can’t stomach, however, is teaching them anything if you’re not beside me while I do it. I would much rather have you and no kids of my own. We can still wait, we can adopt… or we could take up Feyre’s offer.” 
They talked about it. They’ve talked about every single possibility. Including Az not being the father, he suggested they invite someone into their bed for the purpose of getting her pregnant, but she turned it down faster than he could get all the words out, stating, “I only want to be pregnant with your children. If I can’t, then I will never get pregnant. And I’ll be okay with that.”
“We could…” she agrees, however, she doesn’t want that. He knows that. “What if… okay,” she sits up, getting a bit more serious, covering her boobs with the sheets so he doesn’t get distracted, she takes a deep breath. “What if we take up Feyre’s offer for the first babe, let her perfect transforming you into a regular fae and then our second child can be wingless? I think if we have a wingless babe first and then take up Feyre’s offer, then the first child would be envious, they would feel left out or like we regret them? Like we replaced them with a perfect child… But if it’s the second child, like I was, then you admire your older sibling without being jealous of the person they are. You look up totem, you love them, and even if you envy how they’re able to do different things than you, you go out there and you learn your own skills so you can still be better at something than they are.”
He nods along, “I like that plan… you’d want two children?” 
“Or more,” she shrugs. “I would fill the world with your children if I could.” 
He pulls her in close, kissing her passionately with his arms wrapped around her tightly. She straddles him, sheets falling away, naked chest to naked chest as the kiss turns heated. She can feel how hard he is under her as if what they got up to earlier was just a warm-up. She moans into his mouth as his hands trail down to grip her ass, she knows this could go too far. This could end badly. So she pulls back, breath heaving, “we can’t. I need to go back on the tea first.” 
He sighs, she rests her forehead against his, breathing heavily together as they push the want away. “Tomorrow,” he whispers, “take the tea in the morning, I need you when we get home.” 
She smiles, “Take the next day off, keep me up all night.” 
“Parents should prepare for sleepless nights,” he teases.
She couldn’t wait for it. 
That morning, he’s supposed to train with the Valkyries. He slips out of bed as quietly as possible, he dresses and tries to leave when Elain whispers his name. 
“Come here?” She asks, tired and barely awake. 
He walks over to her side of the bed, brushes her hair back off her face and hums, “Yes, my love?” 
“Slipping out without kissing me goodbye?” She looks up at him, squinting in the early morning light that slips through the curtains. 
He leans down with a smile on his face and presses kisses to her lips, cheeks, eyelids and forehead. Making sure not a single spot feels left out, “I love you. I’ll be back later.” 
“Remember, I’m going to be at the river house all day.” 
He kisses her one last time, “I know, I’ll be there for lunch.”
With that, he heads off. Winnowing out of the city the second he’s outside their bedroom door, headed to Illyria to pick up Emerie for their training session. She’s normally waiting for him outside, gear on and a big smile, but today she isn’t. 
Today the door is ajar, and the lights are all on… she’s nowhere to be seen. “Em?” He calls through the door. The smell of blood hits him the moment he pushes it open another inch. He’s been here before. Panic sets in for just a moment while his shadows go inside first. 
It’s not her blood.
There’s a beating heart upstairs. 
Two, beating hearts. 3 bodies. 
He heads inside, hand on truth teller as he makes his way through the store and towards the back staircase that leads to her apartment. The stairs creek, no matter how quiet he tries to be. He knows Emerie is strong, knows she can handle anything thrown at her… but this is her house. Her safe place. She shouldn’t have to worry about being attacked here.
She’s okay.
“Tell the twins to send Rhys here immediately,” he orders the shadows, watching them scatter away.
“Em?” He calls up the stairs. “Emerie?” 
“Az?” Her voice calls back, her tone terrified and teary. 
He rushes up the stairs, bursting through her bedroom door, the first thing he notices is the body in her bed. The sheet pulled up and over it, blood between the legs, a big belly protruding under the sheets. Emerie is in the corner, sitting in a chair, crying. He looks down at her arms where she’s cradling a tiny, winged babe, lightly wrapped in a small blanket. 
“What happened?” He asks, shaking his head in disbelief. 
“My… my cousin,” he cries, hands shaking, startling the babe. 
Az reaches out, “Here, let me,” he takes the babe into his arms and checks it out. It’s a girl, a beautiful little girl with thick dark hair and big, brown eyes taking in the new world she’s been thrown into. She’s nice and pink, breathing well. With a finger to her pulse point, her heart is beating at a beautiful rhythm. Her umbilical cord was cut and clamped… from what he’s heard from Emerie, she studied how to deliver a baby after witnessing her mom lose so many as a result of being abused. Em wanted to be a midwife for a time before the shop became her life. As if she knew she’d need the knowledge for a moment like this. 
“She— Mel was raped. My uncle kicked her out because she wasn’t pure enough to marry off. She also has—had, clipped wings. She spent the last few months walking here for me to help… she… she had another few weeks, she thought, but she fell a few kilometres before she arrived, then her contractions started and she was bleeding and—and then—” 
He could put the rest together. “Okay. Okay.” 
“I don’t— I can’t,” she shakes her head, sobbing now. “I can’t keep her. I never wanted to be a mother.” 
“That’s okay, that’s fine,” Azriel assures, kneeling before her, still cradling the baby. “Elain and I will take her. we’ll raise her. We’ll love her and cherish her and when the time is right, we will tell her who her birth mother is. We can bury your cousin near Elain’s father so that one day she can go there and visit her, bring her flowers… Cassian said he always wished he knew where his mom was resting so he could visit her. So he could update her on his life.” 
She nods along, calming down slightly, “Thank you. Thank you.” 
“Rhys is coming, I sent the shadows out to get him. He’ll bring you to the House of Wind, I’m sure Nesta and Gwen will take good care of you. I’ll leave the baby with Elain, then I’ll clean this up, I’ll bring the wraiths to help. I’ll make sure you can return here… if you want to?” 
She nods, “This is my home.” 
“Okay,” he smiles at her. “It’ll be okay… did your cousin have a name for her?” 
She shakes her head, “she was so scared. She didn’t know how to do this alone, she had nothing for the baby, nothing planned, all she knew was that she needed to find me. She needed help.” 
He nods along, “Elain and I have been looking into everything in order to have a child without hurting her in the process.” 
“Nesta suspected,” she shares. 
“Feyre suggested that we get the healer to help us, she was going to carry a child fathered by me so that it would still have Elain's features… we also asked her to possibly use her shape-shifting abilities on me so I would be wingless when we conceived, all because we had been looking into adopting an Illyrian babe but there was always someone in the birth family who wanted to keep it. We made a decision, we were going to take up Feyre’s offer tonight… of all nights.” 
“The Mother knows what she’s doing,” Em finds it in herself to smile before looking over at her cousin. “It would’ve been so hard for her to do this alone. I don’t have the room for them to live here and who would take in an Illyrian woman with a bastard child? It’s… I hate to say it, but it’s almost better this way. I was her only family left. She had been through so much.” 
“What was her name?” He asks, looking down at the babe, thinking about how they could honour the loss within her name. 
“Melantha… it means Dark Flower. They used to grow all around Ramiel, they’ve been extinct for hundreds of years now. Turns out that bloodshed in spring isn’t a good environment to grow in.” 
“Melantha,” he whispers. “That’s her name.” 
Emerie manages to smile again, “it’s fitting for a shadow singer and the night courts gardener.” 
Before he can respond, Rhysand’s claw scrapes the barrier of his mind. Az lets him in, as always, to hear his panicked, yet sleepy voice. 
“Are you okay? What’s happening in Illyria?” 
Staring down at the beautiful babe, he explains everything to Rhys in his mind. Emerie, as if she could also read minds, knows he’s busy either talking to Rhys or deep in thought. She doesn’t say anything, she simply stands and starts to pack a bag, knowing she’s leaving here soon. Knowing the babe is safe with her father. 
“Feyre will get Madja and some supplies at meet you at your house,” Rhys replies. “Are you… are you okay?” 
“Absolutely perfect.”
“I’ll get her buried and the place cleaned, you focus on being a father. I’ll see you soon.”
He’s her father. 
She’s his daughter. 
Something snaps inside of him like his heart splits in half, and a portion is given to his daughter. He vows in that moment to love her for the rest of time, to care for her, protect her with his life. His baby girl. 
He clears his throat, trying not to cry in front of her. “Rhys is just waking up, he’ll be here soon. We should go wait downstairs… has she been quiet this whole time?” 
Emerie shakes her head, gathering her bags in her hands, “No, she screamed for the first 20 minutes, she only calmed just before you arrived. Like she knew you were coming.” 
“We need to get her clothed and fed,” Az all but whispers, his voice so quiet as he looks down at her again. “Feyre is going to gather some things from the shops and meet me at our house. Rhys is going to drop you at the river house and he said he’ll bring the Wraiths back with him to clean up… he said I should stay with the babe.” 
“You should, she likes you,” Em smiles at the baby in his arms. “It’ll be nice to get to watch her grow up…” 
“You can be Aunt Emerie if you want? I’m sure with how often I’m with you, Nesta and the other Valkyries, she’ll grow up around you… I’ll want her to train as a Valkyrie, if she so chooses,” he shares. It’s safer than the Illyrian camps are and honestly, from all the women he’s worked with, it seems more rewarding for mind, body and soul. She will be 3 times as powerful as any Illyrian male, raised with poise and compassion and love. 
Back downstairs, he realizes he left the door open, too, so the shop is freezing. He better wraps Melantha and keeps her close to his body for extra warmth. She fusses, and he simply starts to bounce the way he’s seen Rhys and Feyre do with Nyx in the past, shushing her lightly while he’s at it. She is calm, but her eyes flutter and she looks tired. She’s only been alive a short time and she’s going to sleep for the majority of the first year of her life, so he watches her close her eyes and leans forward to kiss her little forehead, wishing her a peaceful slumber. 
Elain is sitting at her vanity, hair wet against her silky robe as she looks at herself in the mirror. She catches him in the reflection, turning in shock, hand to her chest, “Az you scared— what is that?” She notices the baby and her eyes wide and her jaw drops as she stands up. 
“This… is Melantha,” he smiles, meeting her halfway. 
“Oh?” 
“Our daughter,” he adds, eyes tearing up. 
She covers her mouth in shock as her eyes well with tears, staring down at the beautiful being in her husband's arms. “What?”
“Her mother… her birth mother, she— she was Emerie’s cousin, she passed early this morning,” he explains. 
Elain’s heart breaks for her, hand over her chest again, her shoulders slump as she looks up at him for a moment, conveying the sadness in her eyes. They always knew it would come to this. The most beautiful day of their lives, the day they were handed a babe, would be the end of someone else’s. 
Elain looks back down at the baby then, mesmerized, she whispers, “She’s so tiny?” 
He nods, “She’s possibly a few weeks premature, I didn’t ask many questions but Emerie said her cousin was… she was attacked. The exact due date was unknown to her, Emerie just helped her deliver the babe.” 
Elain shakes her head, “that’s awful.” 
He nods in agreement, “Feyre is bringing supplies, and Madja, she needs to do an assessment. Cassian is digging the grave beside your father, Rhys will bring the body soon. Nuala and Cerridwen are cleaning Emerie's store and apartment while she is staying at the House of Wind. All plans for today have been rewritten.” 
“Can I?” She puts out her arms, dying to hold their daughter.
Azriel carefully transfers her over, thinking about that day nearly 7 years ago when she handed Nyx to him. They were the last two to hold the boy, but only the second and third to hold their own daughter. Even Rhys wasn’t the first to hold his son, nor Feyre. First was Madja, then Mor… he felt blessed to be second but even more blessed to watch his wife, his beautiful and amazing wife, hold their daughter. 
To watch as she became a mother. 
Her face fills with absolute Awe, her eyes well with tears as she shakes her head in disbelief. Cradling her like the small, breakable gift she is, Elain leans in and kisses her forehead, breathing in her scent, she didn’t have one when Azriel first held her… as if she didn’t know who she belonged to yet. 
“Cedar and jasmine,” she looks up with a smile. “But how?” 
He shrugs, “It happens. It’s not like a bond, but her soul knows she is where she’s meant to be.” 
“And you said her name is… Melantha?” 
He nods again, “It’s a flower that—
“It used to grow around Ramiel,” she finishes for him, staring down at Melantha again. “Around 750 years ago they stopped growing. They were known for being beautiful purple-ish-black flowers, almost as if a rose and an iris were merged, and it only bloomed at night, when the moon was out.” 
“Emerie joked that the bloodshed in early spring made Ramiel uninhabitable,” he smirks. 
She manages to laugh, “That would do it… your mom told me she was a little girl when they disappeared.” 
“I forgot all about that.” 
“She saw some of the last Melantha’s, now her first grandchild is the return of such beauty,” Elain muses. “My beautiful little dark flower.” 
Feyre knocks on the bedroom door mere moments later, standing in the hall with a few bags of things, Madja right behind her. “Are you ready for company?” 
They beam at her, nodding before Elain speaks. “She’s out cold but ready.” 
They lay her on the bed, and she gets dressed in a cloth diaper and a onesie made for an Illyrian with special slots in the back for her wings. Which according to Madja, are measuring slightly smaller for a newborn, even a premature baby. Other than her wings, she’s very healthy. Weighing 6 pounds even, 19 inches long, she is their’s for the rest of time now. 
Feyre gets to hold her for a moment, smiling down at her niece, “Oh this is glorious… this love, this feeling is so different yet so similar.” 
Elain nods, “Loving the child of your sibling is a feeling unlike any other.” 
“Is there anything you need me to do for you today?” Feyre asks, “I can go order some baby furniture, and buy more formula? Maybe search for a milkmaid?”  
“We don’t need a bassinet,” Azriel shares, clearly shocking them both as they turn to him with confused looks. He simply waves his hand, bringing a large (well, big enough for Illyrian Wings) hand-woven bassinet from that little pocket in the middle of nowhere where he keeps his secrets. 
“She didn’t?” Elain gasps, moving over to take a look at it. 
“Who?” Feyre asks, even more confused as she brings the babe over to lay her down inside it. 
“My mother,” Azriel explains. “She is a maker, a carpenter of sorts. She’s very creative… she made this the day I told her I wanted to ask Elain to marry me. I’ve been keeping it safe in the pocket for years… I need to tell her.” 
Elain meets his eyes, softer than ever before. “Go, I’ll feed her and by the time you return she’ll be awake and ready for Grandma snuggles.” 
“And can you get Nest—
Before she can say the rest of the sentence, their front door bursts open so hard they hear it echo through the house. Azriel’s Shadows are up and out of the room faster than Elain has ever seen them move while she throws herself in front of Feyre, blocking her and the baby. 
Feet run up the stairs, towards their bedroom, “I’m here!! It’s just me!” Nesta calls, bracing herself against the doorframe, chest heaving, sweat covering her body, “I really— holy fuck— really need to learn how to winnow.” 
They all stand down, laughing at how dishevelled she is. “Did you run down the stairs?” 
“Mhm,” she nods, still catching her breath. 
“Why didn’t Rhys—
Nesta just stares her down, “he dropped Em off on the training mat, gripped Cass by the arm and was gone in seconds, you really think he would offer to bring me here out of the goodness of his own heart?” 
Feyre just smirks, “I think he does this to get yelled at, I think he likes it when I’m mad at him.” 
“He does,” Azriel smirks. “I would’ve come and got you in a minute, I’m going to get my mother in a moment.” 
“It’s okay,” she waves him off, walking into the room more. “It’s been a few months since I did all the steps again. I needed that… now let me see my niece.” 
Feyre presents the baby while Elain steps out of the way. Barely asleep still, she’s starting to fuss from all the noise. Feyre bounces her slightly, “Isn’t she beautiful?” 
“Oh my,” Nesta covers her mouth with awe, leaning over her to get a better look. “Look at those eyelashes! She could take flight with them alone.” 
Elain can’t stop smiling, so overjoyed with her sisters there, meeting her baby. Her Baby. She turns to look at Az, to see his eyes still glossy and his face still full of awe, “Go tell your mother that she’s a grandmother. we’re good here, honey.” 
He simply walks forward, kisses her on the cheek and reaches out for Melantha, he brushes his index finger over her cheek, “I’ll be back shortly, my loves.” 
He pulls away, takes a step back and then he’s gone.  
“Can you believe this?” Elain asks, shaking her head. “We decided, literally last night, that we would take up your offer… we have waited 3 long years to adopt an Illyrian baby and the day we decided to make our own, she shows up?” 
Nesta takes the baby into her arms, “you were always meant to have her.” 
Elain can’t stop shaking her head, in such disbelief. “This is the best day of my life.” 
Feyre wraps an arm around her and pulls her in closer, resting her head against Elain’s, “oh honey, it’s just going to get better and better.” 
She couldn’t wait. 
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boldlyvoid · 15 hours
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I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again. If the first cars movie was made live action like with a rookie driver who gets stranded in a small town and does something illegal and needs a lawyer and the only one available hasn’t practice law in years cause now she runs the inn in the small town… it’s basically a fucking hallmark movie. But that’s why I love it so much.
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the boy I thought I was going to marry broke up with me for a fucking job I’m so devastated and alone and I don’t even know who to turn to I’m just heartbroken and pathettic how do I get over this feeling 😭
Oh honey I am so sorry. I was broken up with last year because the guy I was seeing got a job in another Provence. It’s so hard. I’m so sorry. Take some time to take care of yourself, do what makes you feel better like a bath or do some skincare stuff like get a mask or paint your nails. Listen to sad music, watch some movies, and cry. It’s okay to cry. Honestly fuck him, you deserve better and just think if this is how much you love this guy who was wrong for you, how much will you love and be loved by the guy who’s RIGHT for you? I’m here if you need me, stay strong
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boldlyvoid · 17 hours
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canva always goes down when i need it most
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my sister in laws old elementary school is holding a spring market, for a $50 donation to the school I get a table to sell merchandise after school to the parents and students that attend the market.
i'm thinking i'm going to sell my bracelets, make some taylor swift specific friendship bracelets, some bookmarks, posters and stickers.
if you guys have any 6-12yo kids, nieces/nephews, godkids etc: what kind of things do they like right now? minecraft, sports, artists? i feel so old i don't know what the kids are into anymore
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favourite part of acotar, crescent city, ToG and forth wing? condoms don't exist everyone is getting bred
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my girl really has his whole tit in there
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boldlyvoid · 18 hours
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It would be so cool if they planted moon flowers knowing they bloom in the middle of the night which is when they sneak out to the garden to be together!!!
A court of moonflowers would be a sick title for the elriel book
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A court of moonflowers would be a sick title for the elriel book
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Nesta and Cassian - A Court of Thorns and Roses
Artist: @elivrayn
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I’m like scared to finished iron flame I don’t want it to end even tho I know we’ll get another book by the end of the year
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It’s o crazy going on Facebook 8 years after graduating high school cause like yeah some people are married and some people have kids and one of my old friends is a model and won miss Canada or some shit and another one of my old friends is in prison for terrorism. It’s insane
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s.seidel.art on insta is doing a dtiys, the idea being, draw big brother Ruhn and baby Bryce bonding and it's probably the most brilliant thing I've ever seen. All the entries are SO cute so far.
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making the banner for my next elriel fic
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