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ddoxhan · 10 months

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letters from me to you

every letter you didn't send to jimin

word count : 0.9k words

genre : angst; you loved jimin more than you ever imagined, and it hurts that you still do; non-idol! karina x gn! reader

t/w : none :) other than a relationship breaking apart and there's absolutely nothing that can be done about it

a/n : unrequited love, something so ever ethereal yet burns a hole in your heart and leaves a scar you will never forget. but does it hurt more when it becomes unrequited? since it wasn't from the beginning, and you had a taste of that person's love.

— 26/01/2014 | sunny ☀️

to my dearest jimin,

happy first anniversary! it's been 12 months, 365 days, 8760 hours, 525,600 minutes since you said yes under those bright stars on this very day last year. time has gone past so fast yet so slow, when I look into your eyes, everything around us seems to slow down and allow me to drown myself in those galaxy-like orbs of yours. you know I've never been expressive with my words hence this letter but still, I can never find the very words to convey my love to you. however, these four words might actually just do the trick.

I love you, forever.

your love

— 11/04/2015 | spring sun 🌸

to my crybaby jimin,

don't get mad just from reading 'crybaby' but I can't help but call you that. not after you so adorably sniffled while watching 'the notebook'. I just wanted to squeeze those cheeks of yours but I knew you were going to be upset for breaking the mood, so I held myself back. okay, this was definitely not the purpose of this letter, but oh well, I just wanted you to know you're the cutest.

happy birthday, my baby jimin! once my baby, forever my baby. I hope you had a blast today after been to the amusement park, cafes and even the late night movie later before the end of your big day. I have never been more blessed with a gift like you to be in my life and better, as my girlfriend.

once again, happy birthday. let's spend this day together in the years that are to come. I love you, forever.

your beloved

— 08/07/2015 | cloudy ☁️

to my precious jimin,

I know I'm in the wrong so I am not going to make up any excuses to justify what I did. you felt hurt and neglected by my actions and nothing can ever undo those wounds. but will you let me make it up to you? if you need time to think, take as long as you need because I'll be right here waiting until you give me a chance to prove my love for you that never faded. if anything, I only find myself loving you more than I did the day before.

work has doubled in amount but I should have known to try harder to spend time with you despite that. it is my responsibility to do that, yet I chose the easy way out and hurt you. I'm so sorry, baby. please forgive me. I love you so so much, I love you, forever.

your dumb bear (still in regret)

— 17/03/2016 | rainy 🌧️

to my wonderful and amazing jimin,

there is nothing special about today, surprise! although there isn't a special occasion today, I want to let you know that every day that I spend with you is special and every moment we have together is engraved in memory forever no matter what happens.

I know I can be cheesy but I feel like every time I tell you that I love you, it just feels more overwhelming and unbelievable. so unbelievable that I have the most beautiful; in and out; person in the whole world as my girlfriend. it would be better if one day, it would change to my wife. I can already tell how your face would start burning up and the tip of your ears cutely beet red. even though I had told you I love you numerous times, it never feels enough. I love you, forever.

yours forever

— 02/10/2017

to my lovely jimin,

it's been five years since we've been together, and I know how you are when something or someone upsets you. if you don't talk to me or even be next to me, I would not know what to say or do to help you, honey. we promised to never go to bed with complicated feelings, regardless of whether it be about us or someone else. you said it is not good for the health if we keep our feelings bottled up.

if it's about me, please, please tell me what I did wrong. tell me what I need to fix so that you would not be upset. please, talk to me, jimin. let me be by your side as I always did. I love you, forever.

— 19/01/2018

to my one and only jimin,

please take me back, I love you so much. please don't leave me all alone in this shared home of ours. it's too painful to see the memories of us, filled with happiness and joy. let me still call us, us. please, please come home and whisper sweet nothings like you used to, say that everything was all a prank. that you went overboard with the joke. please bring me into your embrace and stroke my back, tell me everything's alright, we're alright.

I love you, jimin, you know that right? I love you, forever.

yours

you know, I've always imagined us walking down the aisle as I take you in my hand and swear the oath to be each other's seasons, side by side all the way through our future days together. but sadly, all I could do now was clap for you, your happiness with your lover, staring at each other so lovingly on the pedestal. if you were happy, so would I be.

because I've always loved and will love you forever, my jimin.

#karina #yu jimin #aespa #aespa angst #aespa imagines #aespa scenarios #karina x reader #aespa x reader #Spotify

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pray4jensen · 1 year

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Like, realistically I know that the whole “which is funny because so do I” was probably meant to mean “I also call Misha Danneel’s boyfriend” and not “I also call Misha my boyfriend” but now I can’t decide if Jenmisheel confirmed or cuck Jensen confirmed is funnier

normally, i would 100% agree that we can't know what's going on in someone else's head but, tragically, jensen is utterly hopeless and we can see right through him, and the worst part is he wants us to see him for what he is.

pls look at this face. is this the face of a man who's had a shred of self-control in the past few years? does this wide inappropriately ecstatic grin not portray how unhinged this man has become within?

at first he pretends to be mad when misha implied that he too has been intimate with jensen's wife. but is this really a true face of irritation? or rather, are you glimpsing yet again the insanity behind those eyes?

after this moment, jensen sits there for 10 seconds rubbing his thigh and thinking very hard. it sounds like a short time but it isn't. the audience's laughter even dies down. it's quiet and yet more thigh-rubbing. the audience starts to laugh again to fill the awkward silence. jensen seems to realize he can't keep rubbing his thigh without a word. it's getting creepy. whatever he's thinking, it's time to share.

finally, he says danneel likes to refer to misha as her boyfriend. and then there's another pause. the thigh-rubbing begins again. he's self-soothing because he's clearly nervous about what he's about to share. and then rather quickly, he says so do I.

and then it comes back. that horrifyingly wide grin. he's beside himself with glee. he did it. he shared what he was thinking. and that was that misha is his boyfriend too.

look at those eyes. see how unhinged they are. will anyone even be able to sleep at night after having witnessed this

he's not looking at the audience to get their reaction. he's got a dreamy, deranged faraway look because he's fantasizing about the man right next to him. he then ducks his head and smiles to himself. it's his classic i'm thinking about misha look. i could link you to 52349 other examples but it would take all day.

finally, because someone in the universe must have #pray(ed)4jensen, he realizes what he's done. he licks his lips nervously. he tries to conceal, don't feel.

but it doesn't work. no amount of prayers can save him. because when misha gets up after this and walks away, jensen's eyes follow his ass,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,hopeless. frankly, this betrays him. if he was thinking about misha being danneel's boyfriend, he wouldn't be checking out his ass. but that's his boyfriend. he has rights. he's using them.

the worst part is that his birthday cake's just arrived too, but his eyes are on the real snack i guess.

#boredombabbles #cockles #ask #anon #sigh im so tired of praying 4 him #somebody take over #this man's hopeless

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dreamlandreader · 4 months

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Foolish Fire

Chapter One: Little Lights

Merry Christmas! I’m here to deliver one freshly baked fic for the incredibly lovely and wonderfully talented @popjunkie42-blog for the @acotargiftexchange 🫱🏻🎁 Surprise! I’m your Secret Santa! ♥️ I’ve loved chatting with you over the past couple of months! I hope you love this fic as much as I’ve loved every minute of writing it.

Click HERE if you would prefer to read on AO3 Content warnings - Suggestive conversations, bad language and public displays of fae affection 🔥

Word Count - 3201 Words

“Absolutely not, Feyre. No way. Not a chance!” Rhysand insisted for the third time in less than an hour. He may love his mate to the end of his existence and beyond, but his patience was becoming increasingly limited.

It didn’t help Feyre’s case that she was attempting to have this rather alarming conversation whilst Rhys was turning his office upside down, trying to locate an important document that had escaped his attention.

“Why not?” Feyre begged, bouncing her son energetically on her hip and following Rhys across the room as he frantically searched through his neatly arranged files, papers flying everywhere.

“I am not spending a weekend in the woods with half our inner circle, a toddler, and Lucien freaking Vanserra!” Rhys huffed.

“Okay, first of all, it’s not half the inner circle; it’s my sisters and their mates - one of whom happens to be your brother!” Feyre stated plainly, rolling her eyes at her mate’s usual dramatics. “Secondly, I thought you and Lucien were okay now?”

“Well, yes, okay to share dinner and a drink with, not to huddle around a campfire, darling”, he groaned.

“Daddy’s grumpy,” Nyx said to Feyre, hiding a giggle behind his tiny hands. Rhys stuck his tongue out to his son, of course, he would take his mother’s side. The cheeky baby just blew a raspberry back in response.

“I really think this could be good for us, Rhys,” Feyre tried again, ignoring her two boys’ antics and glancing over at her mate’s desk. “I love our lives, and the responsibility we have for this court, but even the High Lord and Lady need a break from time to time. We’ve barely seen each other the past few weeks,”

Feeling the twinges of guilt starting to gnaw at his gut, Rhys looked from his son to his wife just in time to see her pull the exact paper he needed from his desk with knowing eyes. He supposed he had been overdoing it a little the last month or so. Sighing, he reached for the paper with one hand and hooked an arm around Feyre’s waist with the other.

“I know things have been busy at the moment, but once this treaty is drafted and we’ve managed to convince everyone to sign it, then I’m all yours again, darling,”

“You need a break, Rhys,” Feyre sighed.

“When I do eventually go back to it, I’m able to see exactly what I need to do to make it work better,” Feyre said gently, looking at Rhys with such care and warmth in her eyes. “Clearly, all this extra work has your head muddled if you couldn’t find a paper right there on your desk. Give yourself a break, and come back with fresh eyes. The treaty will be all the better for it.”

“And what about Nyx? We can’t take him off into the woods. He’s too young,” Rhys replied, stroking his son’s cheek as he looked at his father with such innocent and loving eyes.

“Mor said she will happily babysit for a couple of days,”

“Aunty Mor! Aunty Mor!” Nyx squealed, clapping his pudgy hands together in excitement.

“You’d love that, wouldn’t you, baby? A whole weekend with Aunty Morrigan,” Feyre said to her son, tickling his round tummy.

Rhysand walked over to his plush velvet couch and flopped down theatrically.

“But why can’t we just throw him an obnoxiously large party like a normal Fae male. Why does it have to be in a forest?”

“Because Elain wanted to plan something special for the first birthday he’ll celebrate as part of a mated couple. She knows he loves the outdoors and thought it would be a great opportunity for us all to go on a family trip. Please, Rhys! Do it for me!”

“Oh, for caldron’s sake! Fine. But I’m not sharing a tent with Cass, no matter how much he begs!” Rhys insisted, giving his mate the most adorable of pouts.

Two weeks later, with a backpack full of supplies and her mate in tow, Feyre sludged through the thick mud and jumped over the tree roots which lay intertwined on the forest floor. Rhysand followed behind her, much less enthusiastically clambering through the woods, a solemn look upon his face, as his wife continued to drag him by the hand, and they fell behind the rest of their group.

Lucien and Elain were bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, leading the group with an impressive energy that Rhys believed could only be explained by their newly formed bond. No one could possibly be that excited to trudge through the woods, he thought. Bouncing along the woodland route, Lucien had not stopped talking for the five hours they’d been walking. Elain was practically skipping alongside him, giving him her most rapt attention.

In typical fashion, Cassian and Nesta, who lingered in the middle of the pack, had spent the day jumping between arguing uncontrollably and restraining themselves from ripping each other’s clothes off. Rhys swore to himself on hour three that if he caught one more scent of their arousal upon the wind, he would winnow himself and Feyre right back home, damn the consequences.

Elain had chosen the Erebus forest on the border between the courts of Night and Day because it was known for its beautiful pathways and glittering lakes. The trees were still lush with leaves despite the autumn days creeping in, leaving the landscape rich with burnished gold, deep russet and warm copper foliage. The most extensive woodland in the entirety of the Night Court, the Erebus forest was the centre of a vast amount of local folklore, much of which Rhysand had been told by his mother in childhood. Tales of devious tricksters and terrifying beasts that prowled the woods were passed down through generations of Night Court young. As the High Lord over this territory, though, Rhysand had never found evidence to suggest that these stories were anything more than myths which warned children against getting lost in such a dense forest.

Rhysand’s poor mood was punctuated by the slow and steady drip drip drip of rain. “I knew this was a terrible idea,” Rhys mumbled, slicking his damp hair out of his eyes.

“Rhysand!” Feyre exclaimed, stopping dead in her tracks with a venomous look in her eyes and raindrops dripping off the end of her nose. “You survived the blood rite, have fought in some of the deadliest battles in Prythian’s history, and have literally been brought back from death, yet a bit of rain is sending you over the edge?”

Rhysand looked at his muddy feet, raindrops dripping from his eyelashes in shame. He may be hating every moment of this trip, but he could not stand the thought of letting his wife down.

“I didn’t have a choice with those things. I did them to survive. This is supposed to be … fun,” he grimaced, shivering on the spot. “Why can’t we just winnow to a camping spot?”

“You know why. Lucien and Elain have asked we do everything authentically. No magic.”

“Urgh,” he groaned like a petulant child.

“Rhys, I love you so much, but I need you to stop whining! You’re driving me mad,” Feyre begged, feeling dangerously close to the end of her tether.

“Hey, I think this would be a good place to stop and set up camp,” Lucien shouted, interrupting Feyre’s tense glare. Replacing her frown with a smile, she once again grabbed Rhysand’s hand and dragged him along.

It took Rhys and Feyre roughly forty minutes to pitch their tent. Twice as long as Cassian and Nesta, who, after high-fiving and giving one another a delighted grin, sat back and critiqued everyone else’s technique.

The copse of trees under which they set up camp didn’t do much to shield them from the rain that was teaming down in buckets. Still, once the storm began to subside and a fire was built, they could at least start warming themselves.

Rhysand had decided for his mate, and his mate alone, he would try to seem more enthusiastic. So when Lucien suggested he could teach the other two males how to catch fish from a nearby river with their bare hands, Rhys was the first to roll up his sleeves and jump in the freezing water.

Feyre and her sisters, who chose to watch in amusement from the edge of the water, did not even attempt to stifle their laughter. After all, you rarely get front-row seats to watch the High Lord of the Night Court and his general splash around aggressively in water to bolster their male pride.

Lucien was successful in his endeavour and caught a good amount of sizeable fish, which would easily fill the bellies of the entire group. Cassian and Rhys, however, were slightly less successful. Cassian had managed to catch a fish, but it was barely as big as his thumb. Rhys, on the other hand, had caught everything but a fish. An old boot, several empty bottles of fae wine and numerous twigs now lined the bank of the river and stared mockingly at Rhysand, who was beginning to doubt his own skills.

Feyre was right. He had survived much worse conditions than this, he’d even been through much more severe forms of camping than this. During the blood rite, he had been separated from his brothers and had to fight his way back to them, all whilst trying to keep himself alive in the process. He hadn’t thought twice about it back then. He was getting too comfortable with his life in Velaris. Getting used to the calm of a post-war Prythian. Yes, he and his mate had piles of work to keep them busy, treaties to sign, and alliances to make, but all in all, they were in an excellent position, a period of great contentment. That thought made Rhysand’s stomach squeeze. He should not, could not, let himself get complacent.

From then on, Rhysand decided to utilise this trip as an opportunity to re-engage with his survival instincts. Perhaps he could even learn a trick or two from his Autumn Court companion. He would never admit it to Lucien, but some sly observation of his obvious skills would harm no one. And, if his active participation in the group kept his mate happy, then Rhys was even more convinced to oblige.

With his newfound vigour, Rhysand pulled Feyre into his lap whilst dinner was roasted over the campfire. Her suspicions about her mate's sudden change of heart soon disappeared as the fae wine that Elain had snuck into her travel sack began to flow, and laughter echoed around the campsite.

A few hours later, giddy from the wine and encouraged by the slowly setting sun, Rhysand dipped his head into the crook of his mate's neck and began to plant gentle kisses against her soft skin. Within seconds, Feyre turned in his lap, eyes alight with craving, and her lips pressed against his own. His hands slid down her spine and cupped her backside as he let out a low groan.

Just as Rhys slipped his tongue between Feyre's parted lips, the lovers were jerked harshly back into reality by an unamused Nesta.

“For the love of the mother, please stop before I puke up the remains of dinner,” Nesta drawled, giving her sister a pointed look.

“Oh come on, Nesta, as though you and Cass haven’t been giving each other sex eyes all night,” Feyre laughed, as Cassian shrugged in agreement, and Nesta elbowed him in the side.

“At least we are holding back until we get to the tent,” Nesta retorted, raising one eyebrow in a blatant challenge.

Although the sisters were debating who the horniest couple was, there was none of the bitterness that used to linger between them. Since Nyx’s birth, Feyre and Nesta had worked on repairing the fractured parts of their relationship, and though things had been tentative for a while, this sisterly teasing was a clear step in the right direction.

Rhysand’s heart swelled for his mate. He knew just how much this newly developing relationship meant to her, and from the warm smile radiating from his brother, he could tell it meant a lot to Nesta, too.

“All that steamy smut you read and your sister sharing one kiss with her mate is sending you over the edge?” Feyre retorted, a quizzical grin brightening her beautiful face.

“That smut doesn’t require me to watch my sister getting her ass squeezed!” Nesta huffed, amusement sparkling in her eyes.

“Pfft, as if Elain and I aren’t painfully aware that you and Cassian have fucked on every available surface in the House of Wind,”

An awkward cough interrupted the quick retort that was teetering on the edge of Nesta’s lips, and all eyes swung to Cassian, who was rubbing the back of his neck in evident discomfort.

“I hate to break it to you ladies,” Cassian said, low and quiet, as though he was revealing his most precious of secrets. “But I don’t think either of you is the Archeron sister that needs worrying about!”

Nesta and Feyre, along with their mates, all readjusted their gazes towards Elain, who was sat in her mate’s lap, sharing kisses and sensually moving her fully clothed hips against his. She was blissfully ignorant to her sister’s shock as Lucien’s hands slid up both sides of her dress, and she threw back her head in pleasure, allowing him to kiss down her exposed neck towards her chest.

“Oh gods, that’s enough socialising for today. I’m going to bed!” Nesta cried, almost tripping over herself in an effort to unsee what was now burned deeply into her mind.

“Yeah, good plan. Great plan!” Feyre squeaked, cheeks getting hotter by the second, as her desire to winnow away as far as possible grew exponentially.

Rhysand had to laugh as his mate clumsily hurried away towards the tent. What did she expect going away with a freshly mated couple? Even if the initial frenzy had eased off, the first year of a new bond was filled with passion and numerous instances where all rational thought went out of the window. Even now, three years after his own mating bond was cemented, Feyre and Rhys often struggled to resist each other.

Catching up to Feyre, Rhys wrapped his arms around his mate's middle and tucked his head into her neck, nipping at her earlobe.

“I didn’t know you were so easy to make blush, my love,” Rhys chuckled in her ear.

“I didn’t expect to see my sister dry-humping her mate tonight, that’s all,” Feyre replied, laughing too.

"Let's go for a walk, Darling," Rhys purred.

Feyre turned in his arms, a sly grin on her face as she clasped Rhysand's hand in her own, and together, they wandered deeper into the woods, away from the prying ears of their fae brethren.

Breathless from excitement, Rhys twirled his mate towards him, picked her up and pushed her against a nearby tree. As their lips met, teeth clashing in their eagerness, Feyre scraped her nails against Rhysand’s scalp in the way she knew always made the male shiver with anticipation.

Rhys nipped and sucked at Feyre’s lower lip, sliding his hands under her thick jumper and lazily working them up her body. Tracing the bottom of her lacy bra around to the back, Rhys was moments away from undoing the clasp when a sharp sound perforated the heated silence of the woods.

The snap of the twig had the lovers on instant high alert. Rhys tried to reassure himself that perhaps it was just one of the other couples from their party, who, like Feyre and himself, felt like a midnight tryst under the stars. But then, in the distance, a soft flickering light melted through the frigid black of night.

“What is that?” Feyre faltered, peering around her mate’s shoulder to better see the potential danger ahead.

"I don't know, but it's coming this way. Perhaps it's time to leave." Rhys replied, gripping Feyre's waist more firmly but lowering her to the ground to give her the chance to run if needed.

As the light drew ever closer, it became apparent that the source of light did not come from the lamp of another weary traveller or even as the result of a predator out in the dead of night ready to catch some unsuspecting prey. Instead, it appeared that the glow was produced by a small, illuminated, floating creature.

"Fireflies?" Feyre asked, squinting into the distance. The couple's fae hearing picked up the sound of tiny wings fluttering against the brisk autumn air as the light danced closer.

"No, they look like-"

"Butterflies!" Feyre gasped as dozens of dazzling butterflies swirled around them like autumn leaves on the breeze, leaving a gleaming trail in the path behind them.

Feyre reached out a hand and let out a small laugh as one of the creatures landed on her index finger, its magic bouncing off her own, sending a warm tingle throughout her body.

Then, as quickly as the golden butterflies appeared, they began to drift off and were, one by one, swallowed by the shadows. Only the gentle butterfly on Feyre's hand remained, casting a glow that lit her face with wonder.

Slowly taking flight, the beautiful creature seemed to beckon Feyre to follow it deeper into the woods. Feyre felt in her very soul that it was of the utmost importance that she went with it, and she shared this thought with her mate. Rhysand, however, was uncertain. He scoured his memory for any recollection of a creature quite like this, with luminous wings and a beckoning pull, but he came up short. The only tale he could remember was of the Will-o'-the-wisp, tricky little beasts who masqueraded as distant lamp lights, only to deceive weary travellers into getting lost, often leading them into mortal danger, delivering them to foul monsters who would gladly tear them apart. But, in all the stories he had heard of these characters, they had never taken the form of such placid creatures.

"Come on," Feyre beamed, striding forward, sparkling eyes wide.

"Feyre no!" Rhys replied, reaching a hand out towards her, but he merely blinked, and his mate had disappeared into the inky night.

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jollyinha · 3 months

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I have brought... My YuuriVoice listeners.

...On The Sims, because I can't draw for shit. I spent pretty much the whole day redesigning (except Rookie, who already got a glow up bc he's my favorite child) and dressing them up like Barbie dolls lol

DISCLAIMER: I'm being a lil' poser because I have never watched Bittersweet nor the Faust audios (and yet I still have Sugarboo and Star done, go figure), and am catching up on Lost and Found as I type this. ANYWAY HERE ARE MY BABIES, MORE INFO ON THEM UNDER THE CUT YIPPEEEEEEEE

FÉLIX/ROOKIE:

- As previously mentioned, he's my favorite child, sorry not sorry, I adore this boy so much

- Dumb of ass and home of sexual (out of the closet to everyone except his mom, oof), pulled a millionaire CEO with his ADHD swag. Also canonically a cheeky horny bastard

- An artist (draws/paints and crafts all sorts of stuff) at heart, but had to pursue a more lucrative career in order to support his family. So, Law school it is. Viva le capitalism

- Is an ENFP and his birthday is on February 16th

- His mother is Brazilian and his dad was Colombian. They have been living in the USA since Félix was a young child. He also has a little sister (not so little, she's in college by the time Shattered begins) whom he loves very much and basically raised her, to the point where she sees him as his dad more than their actual dad (whom passed away when she was a toddler)

- Has an excellent relationship with his uncle (and his wife), aunt and cousins. Him and Joy/Sunflower don't meet that often bc she lives a bit far away, but when they do, they share the same braincell

- Appears to be suave and chill when he's at work, but he's actually a SOFTIE. The biggest golden retriever... Well, not literally the biggest. He's 5'7ft/1m69cm. Compared to Auron, he's pocket-sized. But anyway-

- He loves Trish. They bully Auron together. Incredible dynamic

- Has pyrophobia bc ✨ PAST TRAUMA ✨. Began cooking as a hobby to try to work through it

- Likes: Arts, cooking, biking, peacocks, sun imageries (long story), sea monsters and plaid jackets

- Félix has SO MUCH LORE and tidbits (like his tattoos!) about him, I would need an entire separate post to tell it all. And I might do it bc I need that sweet infodump dopamine...

JOYCE "JOY"/SUNFLOWER

- Actually my first YV OC! I met the channel through the infamous Finn compilation

- Bisexual! Finn is her first serious boyfriend, though, up until she met him, she only had girlfriends... And she had the worst luck with all of them. Oof

- Colombian, just like Félix

- Huge animal lover, especially the aquatic critters and reptiles. Has a Bull Terrier named Cow (yes, that's her name.) that has her entire heart. Currently trying to get a job in the veterinarian field! Just... Don't put bugs near her. Please

- Is an ESFP and her birthday is on July 27th... The day the Finn compilation premiered

- Her mother had her pretty young. She doesn't know who her father is, and her mom refuses to talk about it... But tbh, Joy doesn't care that much. She loves her mama, and that's all that matters

- (also her mother loves Finn dearly. everytime they meet, he leaves with a piece of cake or some other home made food bc she loves to spoil her "son-in-law" lmao)

- Surfs on her spare time! Queen shit! Also plays a bit of soccer

- Had pretty severe acne as a teen and still has its marks

- Golden retriever energy runs in the Torres family, because she has it too

- Likes: Snakes, whales, surfing, soccer (as stressful as it is to watch it lol), jogging, her dog Cow, hoodies, fun scrunchies

CARINA/SUGARBOO

- Like I previously stated, I haven't watched Bittersweet, so, I may not have much to say about Sugarboo except for the (few) misc audios from Al and Seth I have heard... BUT GODDAMNIT SHE'S SO BEAUTIFUL OH GOD

- Straight, but poly

- Japanese, but was born and raised in the USA and, sadly, doesn't has much connection to her roots... Mostly bc she's not super close to her family :(

- (Canonically) Likes to bake! Also cooking, but still has a preference for pastries. Works in a bakery... Which isn't a very healthy workplace, but, oh well

- Is an ESFJ, and her birthday is on January 20th (it's coming!!!!! happy early birthday, queen!!!!!)

- Pulled TWO bitches by having ADHD

- Has A SHIT LOAD of tattoos because she's best friends with a tattoo artist... Who may or may not be Star 👀

- Used to have long hair when she met Alphonse

- She may be Al's impulse control, but Seth is her impulse control 💀

- Calls Alphonse "bug". Earlier on their relationship it was ironically ("so you and me together can be bugaboo!"), but the pet name has stuck

- But in reality, she does have a passion for bugs! Especially butterflies and moths ("NOT Mothman, Seth. Normal, regular moths.")

- Also love cats

- She bullies Seth for believing in cryptids... But believes in aliens

- Again, I haven't watched Bittersweet, so feel free to discard this part if it's contradicting canon events, but... She kind of likes Charlie. She thinks he's cute, even with all the shit that happened

- Likes: Baking, collecting jewelry like some kind of dragon, bugs, cats, tattoos, aliens

ASHER/CASPER

- The coolest mf to ever walk on this earth. I don't make the rules, it's the truth

- FtM trans of gender, also home of sexual

- Just american. F

- Yes, his last name is a Life Is Strange reference, sue me

- I... I have no idea what he works with? Because gotta wait for more Charlie videos to find out wtf canon!Casper is up to he's such a mysterious guy,,,,,

- (I really hope that the "Casper works for Auron" theory is true tho, the Auron/Félix & Charlie/Asher shenanigans would be so funny to imagine)

- What I do know is that he's kind of a gym bro, except if said bro was fruity

- Seriously though, he's a sporty guy. Likes to go jogging, (he and Joy/Sunflower would be good workout buddies!), climbing, hiking, good ol' fashioned working out and, of course, skating! But after Charlie left, he got into roller skating as well, and he's pretty damn good at it

- He's an ISFP, and his birthday is on April 22nd (Earth Day, get it, bc his favorite color is green,,,,,,)

- Disowned by his parents, but was taken in by his uncle and aunt, whom really support him <3

- Has a tooth gap! Cute shit

- Braided his hair as a kid, still does it nowadays. Certain things never change

- He WANTS to get SO MANY TATTOOS AND PIERCINGS... But he has a pretty bad case of trypanophobia (his ears are pierced bc his parents had him pierce it as a baby). Having his top surgery was challenging enough! He just wanted to get some tattoos... :(

- Always carries an extra hair tie on his arm, like a bracelet. Mostly for himself, but sometimes he gives it to Charlie too

- Has dyslexia! Fucking hated school bc of that

- Likes: Skating, roller skating, climbing, collecting sick ass knives, bad horror movies, hair styling (he wanted to be a hairstylist as a kid even!)

- I don't have thaaaaat much to say about him as of right now since I'm still finishing Lost and Found, but he's growing a lot on me, I love him

PAIGE/ANGEL

- URGH I LOVE HER SO MUCH AAAAAAAAAA ULTIMATE SASS AND NIHILISM

- Their relationship with gender is... Confusing. Doesn't like any labels, really. Just go with she/them and you'll be fine. Considers themselves to be pansexual, though

- British ("sadly, stupid ass country"), still has a strong accent even if they have been living in the USA for quite a while

- ...They like tea though

- She works on the IT department of a big company. Boring office job. But she doesn't mind it that much. Everyone is nice enough and it pays the bills. That's more than enough for her

- But besides programming and gaming, her big passion in life is... Sewing! 80% of the plushies in her collection are handmade, including Sir Gengar himself

- Also a huge cinephile

- Is an INTP, and their birthday is on September 4th (it may or may not be a reference to Gengar's pokedex number)

- Pulled a LITERAL DEMON FROM HELL with her autism swag

- Has chronic pain on her left knee due to a past accident

- Obviously, huge Pokémon fan

- Ironically enough, doesn't really like cooking, which explains why their house didn't had shit when it comes to ingredients lol At least now they have a demon boy to cook for them

- Awful relationship with her family. All of it. Ran away for the USA to escape from them

- Doesn't have many friends irl, most of them are virtual friends

- Considers themselves to be "plain and boring". Normally they don't give a damn about it, but got kind of insecure when they and Lucien got officially together... But in their most confident days, they think it's hilarious how the most normal-looking human ever managed to pull a demon

- Deep, deep down, Paige is a sweet and caring person. Heck, that's why her soul was so enticing. She just has trouble demonstrating it (Autistic Struggle™)

- Likes four leaf clovers. No idea why. She just does

- ...I feel like she would watch Faust's streams ironically. She thinks the cat boy is hilarious

- Likes: Cinema, games, programming, plushies making, clovers, tea

ENID/STAR

- ...I haven't watched a single Faust audio in my life, but Enid just... Popped up in my head. Their design came to me and they were yelling at me to bring them to existence. So here they are?????? I really gotta hear the twink's audios any of these days...

- I don't even know much about them tbh lol But here's what I do have:

- Non-binary (AFAB), bisexual

- A tattoo artist! They're Sugarboo's friend that I mentioned all the way up there

- Likes to write and read in their spare time (IMAGINE THEM AND AURON WRITING FANFICTION ABOUT THEIR S/Os! Beautiful)

- Likes to watch sports (don't look like the type, do they?)

- Likes questionable shirts with 80s/90s aesthetics

- I can see them being friends with Paige/Angel, ngl :D

- ...That's all about Enid for now, maybe I'll develop them if I get around to hear more of Faust eventually lol

Idk if there's someone reading all of this, but if there is, tysm for reading this HUGE infodump 🥺 If you have any YV OCs, I would LOVE to hear about them too! My DMs are open!

#yuurivoice #yuurivoice listener #félix (rookie)#joyce (sunflower)#carina (sugarboo)#asher (casper)#paige (angel)#enid (star)

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The RE8 Timeline: Mia and Miranda

As mentioned in my post on Donna Beneviento, the other RE8 timeline question that’s been eating at me is just how long Miranda has been posing as Mia before Chris busts in on her.

It’s fascinating how many obscure clues you can find about the days leading up to the start of the game – and if that doesn’t grab you, I’ve also got some lovely fridge-horror-logic to share about why a bunch of jars of baby food and a note about Rose’s recent half-birthday may be some of the most subtly sinister details in the game.

To reiterate again up front, I really doubt there are any definitive, ‘canonical’ answers here. The whole game is a campy, fairy-tale fever dream, and if anyone had a clear timeline in mind, lord knows if the rest of the team were on the same page. Details from in-game documents may contradict cutscene dialogue, may contradict environmental clues, etc. But analysing all those clues still turns up some interesting details, so here we go.

To begin with, in the game’s opening scenes, we learn several significant things about “Mia”:

She’s ‘gone local’ (using local recipes, reading a ‘local fairy tale’ to Rose, etc)

She doesn’t want to talk about what happened in Louisianna (RE7)

She makes most of Rose’s food by hand

She and Ethan have been fighting

Something is very wrong with her

That last point is mostly a vibe, but it is strong. The idea that creepy ‘local’ tale is suitable bedtime reading is suspicious, and her tone of voice when she insists ‘there’s nothing wrong with my memory!’ is bizarrely defensive. Something is off.

All of this makes perfect sense in retrospect, knowing this is Miranda-posing-as-Mia. She’s doesn’t want to talk about the past, because what she "doesn’t remember" could give her away. She’s "gone local" because she is local. She makes baby-food by hand because she’s an overbearing mother from the early 1900s. And she and Ethan have been fighting because she’s a stranger masquerading as his wife.

Now, some of these things may be true of the real Mia as well, if to a lesser degree – there was already tension between Ethan and Mia, the Baker Incident Report talks about Mia learning local recipes, etc. And that does makes sense, if Ethan didn’t immediately notice the change – but we’ll come back to that stuff later.

Mostly what I want to point to is one detail you can find in the house that seems innocent out of context, but was a big oh shit moment for me with all that weirdness leading up.

Oh fuck, what has not!Mia been feeding Rose???

This is also the detail that convinced me ‘Mia’ hasn’t been Mia for some time. Because if Mia’s been making all the baby food for Rose since she started solids (presumably in the last couple of months), why would they be buying these jars at all? Which suggests it’s a recent change to her behaviour, that Ethan hasn’t quite adjusted to yet when he goes out for groceries ‒ we're probably talking at least a couple of weeks, maybe longer. And given that Mia isn't Mia anymore, every recent change to her behaviour becomes pretty suspect. (I mean, you can totally come up with other explanations where it’s some kind of nervous-new-parents-over-buying thing, or a ‘just in case Mia needs a break’-emergency supply that never actually gets used, but c’mon, this is horror: lemme have the freaky version!)

After all, we just heard a dark fairy tale in which a demonic bat and a monster fish ‘helpfully’ feed a little girl parts of their own bodies. Feeding people gross, corrupted food was a major horror element of the Baker family from RE7 too. Heck, there’s even arguably other canonical suggestions that ‘local food’ sourced around the village can enhance the powers of a mould-infected individual, given how food the Duke can make for Ethan boosts his stats (which is definitely me thinking too hard about a shallow game-mechanic, but shut up, this all works on so many levels!)

The opening also features one scene with real!Mia: the flashback/dream sequence Ethan experiences before waking up next to the crashed van. We know this is the real Mia, because she’s anxious about Rose and Ethan in a way that makes no sense for Miranda – in particular about something Ethan won’t face about himself (Ethan accuses her of keeping things from him, tells her they should talk about it, then blows off the conversation for a call from work).

It’s not clear how long ago this was – or even that it’s necessarily a real memory. It could just be a dream Ethan’s having, mixing up multiple different memories and some of his own anxieties (most of what happens in Donna’s basement could be taken the same way). But if it is a memory, the other key plot point is that Ethan receives a phone call about Rose’s test results. Put a pin in that one for later too.

There’s one more relevant detail that comes up when Chris finds the real Mia in Miranda’s lab, where she says she was captured and used in experiments. This is the kind of line it’s best not to get too carried away with, since it’s mostly here to explain why Miranda would have kept Mia alive at all. But if she’s had time for experiments, that does suggest Miranda’s had time to sneak back and forth between Ethan’s house and the village while posing as Mia, which does change the picture a little. I mean, you could say those experiments were performed by one of the four lords or some other assistant, of course, but it’s not the most obvious interpretation.

How Chris discovered Miranda was posing as Mia isn’t clearly explained (and is probably the kind of question you're not supposed to ask), though it’s vaguely hinted in dialogue that his team figured out her plan through 'recon'. Possibly, they had Miranda under surveillance, though it can’t have been very thorough – they obviously didn’t witness Mia’s abduction, for one, or they’d have known she might still be alive.

Then again, if Miranda has been sneaking back and forth from the village while posing as Mia, that might give Chris’ team more chances to spot her doing it and follow her back to the Winters’. Or maybe they’re not good enough to tail Miranda, and found out her plan from a third party, or one of those remarkably convenient diaries that RE characters are forever leaving lying around. Lots of possibilities, no real answers.

A few firmer details about Miranda’s movements come from the diary of Eugen, a peasant in the village. From this and other assorted documents, we can put together a partial timeline of events surrounding Mia’s kidnapping. The list below doesn’t cover every recent date mentioned in the game, just those I caught that looked significant.

February 2: Rose’s half-birthday (she was born on August 2, 2020).

February 3: Miranda requests Eugen find her a list of ‘drugs and tools’ in the next few days (that she presumably needs for her plans for Rose).

February 6: Ethan mentions a fight with Mia (or ‘Mia’) at the hospital in his diary.

February 8: Chris Redfield kills ‘Mia’ and kidnaps Rose and Ethan.

February 9: Eugen is instructed to deliver the tools to Miranda’s ceremony at dawn, where she divides Rose into four pieces. Ethan wakes up outside the village, and the main events of the game take place.

February 10: Miranda's ceremony to revive Rose/Eva takes place at dawn. Final boss battle and ending.

This timeline can’t give us an exact date for Mia’s kidnapping, but we do know from Eugen, that there was ‘no sign of Mother Miranda’ on the 8th (a hint she was off impersonating Mia), but she was in the village on the 3rd of February, about a week before the game begins. He also sacrificed two goats to Miranda on the 1st, but doesn’t specify whether she was personally present.

Now, it’s possible Miranda snuck back to visit the village on the 3rd while posing as Mia, but the more obvious read is that this is before Mia was taken. Either way, it’s safe to assume Miranda’s plans are well underway.

That’s about all the game gives us explicitly, but there are a few other clues.

The note in Ethan’s diary from the 6th about arguing with Mia ‘at the hospital’ provides no context for why he was at the hospital, but in the dream/flashback, we see him making an appointment to collect Rose’s test results ‘next Thursday’. Significantly, those test results can be found in a nearby drawer, signed ‘Applefeld Memorial Hospital’. So that much all adds up: the 6th was Thursday,* they were at the hospital to pick up Rose's test results. When Ethan refers to having “another” fight with Mia in his diary for the 6th, the argument from the flashback could well be the specific previous incident he’s thinking of.

This all matters, because we can be pretty confident the Mia from the flashback was the real thing: Mia can only have been replaced after that call took place. So when was that?

Rose’s test results are undated in the file text, but if you look closely at the in-game asset (screencap above), you might make out the date 28/1/2021. It’s not totally clear whether this is the date the tests were conducted, or the date the report was returned to the doctor. But it does make good sense for Rose to have been due for a check-up, as there are photos and notes about her ‘half-birthday’ on the 2nd Feb, making her just on 6 months old.

From this, we can make a decent guess when the flashback happened. The appointment is made for ‘next week’ and ‘next Thursday’ in dialogue, so the call must have been somewhere between Jan 26 (Mon) and Feb 2 (Sun) the previous week. And if the results themselves are dated to Jan 28, then the call can’t have come through before then, so that gives us between Jan 28 (Wed) and Feb 2 (Sun). Since the doctor says she's 'just received' Rose's test results on the phone, that date on the report (Jan 28) may well be the date of the call.

Either way, Miranda logically can’t have replaced Mia before the 28th – eleven days before the events of the game begin. (Still with me?)

There’s another, more sinister reason why Rose’s check-up might be significant: the BSAA was involved. The text of the report specifies “Results for additional fungal pathogen tests will be provided by BSAA.” The in-game image of the report has a “BSAA Europe Medical Division” logo as its header. And the end of the game contains a lot of hints that the BSAA is no longer to be trusted, and that Miranda may well have contacts in the organisation. So it’s disturbingly plausible that the results of the check-up were deliberately leaked to Miranda – maybe even results of those additional ‘fungal pathogen tests’ too, long before anything ever made it back to Ethan. Perhaps those 6-month-test-results were even the reason Miranda takes an interest in Rose.

All that said, there’s also good reason to suppose Miranda’s had her eye on Rose for much longer than a mere week or two – the fact the Winters were moved to Romania at all could suggest she’s been pulling strings there for some time. So maybe these latest tests only confirmed what she already suspected for a long time.

Either way, it’s very possible that leaked info from Rose’s 6-month-medical-check-up was a key inciting incident behind the events of the game. Happy half-birthday, Rose!

Lord knows how much of all that subtext was even intentional, but if it was, that is some subtle shit, and I applaud it.

But getting back to the point, let’s just expand that timeline a little.

January 28 (Tuesday): Date on Rose’s medical report. Earliest date that Mother Miranda could have replaced Mia.

January 28-February 2: Ethan receives a call from the hospital, making an appointment to come pick up his daughter’s test results on the 6th (Thursday). He and Mia have the argument from the flashback scene.

February 2 (Sunday): Rose’s half-birthday (she was born on August 2, 2020).

February 3 (Monday): Miranda requests Eugen find her a list of ‘drugs and tools’ in the next few days (that she presumably needs for her plans for Rose).

February 6 (Thursday): Ethan and Mia (or possibly Miranda-as-Mia) visit the hospital to pick up Rose’s medical report. They have the fight mentioned in Ethan’s diary.

February 8 (Saturday): Chris Redfield “kills” Miranda-as-Mia and kidnaps Rose and Ethan. Miranda revives, overturns the truck carrying Ethan and Rose, and abducts Rose.

February 9 (Sunday): Eugen is instructed to deliver the tools to Miranda’s ceremony at dawn, where she divides Rose into four pieces. Ethan wakes up outside the village, and the main events of the game take place.

February 10 (Monday): Final boss battle and ending.

There’s plenty of wiggle room in this timeline for other interpretations, but what little info the game gives us mostly seems to add up to this sequence. The 28th remains a plausible earliest date for Mia’s replacement, meaning she’s been posing as Mia for no more than 11 days at the very most. If we take it from Eugen’s diary that Miranda was still in the village on the 3rd, then we’re looking at less than one week.

And that’s just a little disappointing to me, because it doesn’t give a lot of time for stuff like, oh, you know, for all those jars of baby food to build up, while Miranda cooks baby Rose the kind of specially formulated diet that would make Marguerite Baker proud.

See, whatever timeline the in-game dates may suggest, I still like the idea of a Miranda who’s been playing a much longer con: pulling strings to get the Winters moved closer to her, and spending time impersonating Mia, rather than simply absconding with Rose at the first opportunity. That gives her time to make sure Rose is the vessel she needs and prepare for her ceremony before bringing the wrath of Chris Redfield down on her head (and that of anyone else who might take offense at Rose’s abduction).

It gives her time, moreover, to play at being Rose’s mother, while already working to mould Rose into her own daughter. She’ll eat what Eva ate, hear the bedtime stories Eva heard, be cradled in the loving arms of the same mother who mourned Eva’s death.

To that end, imagine a Miranda who may have befriended Mia long before replacing her, using one or more shapeshifted guises to learn more about her and her family, preparing to impersonate her believably. Maybe Miranda’s even the one who taught Mia some of those ‘local recipes’ – recipes she'll go on cooking after taking her place.

The game doesn’t dwell on the horror from Mia’s POV, and that’s a shame, because damn: being abducted and imprisoned, subjected to god-knows-what kind of experimentation – knowing all the while that you won’t be missed, because the monster who abducted you is now living in your home, wearing your face and sleeping beside your husband, who won't even know you’re gone? That is some A-grade shit.

For which matter, how do we know Mia was the only one Miranda was experimenting on? What if one of the reasons Ethan wants to talk about the Bakers at the start of the game is that he’s been having this horrific series of “nightmares” where he wakes up back in the dark, restrained and helpless, while a ‘possessed’ Mia leans over him with a grin and a scalpel? (We know his body would heal any evidence away, and we know Miranda was sourcing drugs – and why would she need drugs to crystalise and divide Rose?)

Basically, I’m 100% here for a Miranda who’s been insinuating herself into the Winters’ lives for at least the maximum nominal period the timeline backs up. It makes so much narrative sense, and the horror possibilities are wonderful.

But this is all just circling around the more character-significant question: how much of the tension in Ethan and Mia’s marriage was really thanks to Miranda, and how much was there to begin with?

The short answer is always going to be that it’s down to interpretation. The “Mia” who argued with Ethan at the hospital may or may not have been the real thing: nothing definitive points one way or the other. There’s definitely evidence things were tense pre-Miranda, given their interactions in the flashback scene. But there's also some evidence those arguments have taken a different character since Mia was replaced.

Miranda’s “Mia” is snidely dismissive of Ethan’s desire to talk about the past, claiming she just wants to put it all behind them. The real Mia from the flashback is anxious and depressed: tired of going back over past trauma, but at the same time frustrated with the aspects they don’t talk about (ie. Ethan). The Mia we hear worrying on the radio in Donna’s basement seems to suffer from a lot of the same anxieties. In the flashback, it’s Ethan being dismissive, insisting “Rose is fine, everything’s fine, what else matters?”

To argue about character inconsistencies here is to miss the point: they’re both worried about what their past means for Rose, and it’s all bubbling over now Rose is due for her 6-month tests. Given all that underlying tension and the weight of past trauma, it’s not unbelievable for the two of them have effectively been taking turns to be the one-who-worries and the one-who-brushes-those-worries-off. Sometimes, that's just how mutual anxieties work in a relationship bubble.

But the jump from the Mia of the flashback to the Mia of the Ethan’s diary – who blows up at the mere mention of events of three years ago – seems unlikely as the same Mia who was so anxious in that flashback, and so clearly still wants to talk about something they haven’t addressed. It’s hardly impossible Mia-from-the-hospital could be the real Mia (Ethan’s summary is very brief, and days have passed in between), but she makes far more sense to me as Miranda’s Mia, who quickly gets defensive when Ethan broaches the subject at all.

In summary: no, Miranda is not the only reason things have been tense between Ethan and Mia lately. But I doubt the argument "Mia" has with Ethan at the opening of the game is all that representative of what things have really been like between them. And the real issues are a lot more nuanced than the generic Mia-told-lies-and-is-mean take, but that’s really a subject for another post.

It’s only fair to admit here that one of the reasons I like the idea of Miranda replacing Mia earlier is because I’d like to be able to blame her for more of the problems Ethan and “Mia” have been having, because I like them both as characters, and I like them together. But then again, if you’re in the opposite camp, maybe you like the implications of the idea that things are already so awkward in the Winters household that Ethan could even go weeks without even realising Mia had been replaced by an imposter – it’s really all in the spin.

Because at the end of the day, the implications for Ethan and Mia’s relationship aren’t the point. There's just so much potential for atmosphere and twisted horror storytelling that comes with a scenario where Miranda has kept up her ruse for much longer than the nominal timeline suggests.

11 days? Oh, Mother Miranda is just getting started.

*Just to confuse things a little, the actual 6th February 2021 was a Saturday, not a Thursday, but the writers probably didn't bother to check: this is Resident Evil, not Lord of the Rings or something.

#Resident Evil Village #Mother Miranda #Mia Winters #Mithan #Resident Evil #meta #Resident Evil timeline

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I accidentally wrote two more scenes, continuing the idea in this post (and associated reblogs) about Connor temporarily existing in Hank's devices (I don't reblog it this time, because I forgot to do that). One is below, and another one is not yet fully finished, so I'll probably post it later.

"Ah, fucking asshole!" Hank slammed the brakes.

"What happened?" Connor asked, his voice coming from a speaker.

"This prick just cut me off."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."

"No, you're not," Hank glanced at the dash camera he previously found in his garage – it still wasn't plugged in and he wasn't even sure if it had any memory card inside, but now he thought that it might be a good idea to turn it on, or to try, at least. He slowed down at the traffic light and as his car came to a complete stop searched for the hanging cable.

"I just remembered that I have a dash cam."

"Are you going to turn it on?"

Hank plugged in the cable and pressed the "on" button – small LED informed him that recording has started.

"Nah."

From a satisfied sound Hank concluded that android found his way to now fully working dash camera.

"Thank you."

For a couple of minutes they drove in silence, interrupted only by some occasional static from the speaker.

"See that woman in front of you?" Connor asked at some point.

"The one with red Honda? I don't see who's driving it, but yeah, whatever. What about her?"

"She's an attorney. She has two kids and she recently filed a divorce, but her husband doesn't know it yet."

"And you're telling me this why exactly?"

"I don't know. I thought it was interesting, and I doubt you'll ever see her again – her vehicle is registered in a different state."

"You know, the way you can just do shit like that makes me...Shit, I don't even know. It's unnerving," Hank removed one of his hands from a steering wheel for a moment to gesture at the last sentence, even though he knew Connor wouldn't see it.

"I've only used publicly available information starting from her license plate number -- it is a part of the public record anyway -- and the rest of it wasn't too hard to find online, knowing her legal name."

"Not sure if it makes it better or worse."

"If it makes you feel better, there is not much I can find this way about you. Most of what I assume were your accounts are either deleted or haven't been updated in years. There are, however, other accounts that are referencing you, and some of them are quite active to this day."

"Even if I never posted anything at all, those jackals would do that for me," Hank shook his head, "Great. Not like I didn't know that already."

He tried to remember whatever it was Connor could even find on his abandoned profile. He barely used it in recent years and only kept it for the sake of getting reminded about upcoming birthdays, even though he didn't really care much about any of them. Still, it felt useful enough.

"And who the fuck is even referencing me?" He asked after a pause.

"It's not something recent, if that's what you're asking. Most of it is dated at least three years back."

"I'm asking names."

"Just your colleagues, mostly, and-"

"My ex wife?"

"Yes."

Hank thought about the last time he saw her. It was the day of Cole's funeral. He avoided looking in her direction during the whole ceremony, cautious not to make any eye-contact. He wasn't there for her, and neither was she. They didn't talk this day.

"Sometimes I wonder how she's doing..," Hank said, without actually meaning to. Over the past three days, it had started to happen to him more and more often - thinking something and blurting it out loud the same moment without a second thought. Not all of it was something he actually wanted to share or hear a response to, but at the same time there was some comfort in knowing that someone would listen, no matter what he had to say. He wondered if Connor was secretly getting tired of him, but at the same time, it didn't seem like he was, as whenever Hank remained quiet for longer than a couple of minutes, the android would say something himself and encouraged Hank to respond, say something. Anything, even if it's just a humming sound, acknowledging his presence.

Connor's voice brought Hank back from his thoughts.

"Do you want me to-"

"-No! Not like this. I just-," he tightened his grip on the steering wheel, thinking "I don't know, I don't want to know too much. Just wondering if..," he sighed, "Shit. Forget it, okay?"

For a while it was quiet, and Hank already decided that it was over when android spoke again.

"She's fine. It seems like she's in a relationships, but not engaged. No kids, two dogs."

"So she moved on, huh...Good to know."

"You're welcome."

"I didn't ask you to do that, by the way."

"Not directly, but I'm good at reading between the lines."

"Only when you don't need to."

"Hank?"

Hank hummed in response, turning on the signal lights to make a turn.

"Do you..."

For the second time of the day Hank hit the brakes when another vehicle abruptly squeezed into the tiny gap in front of him, coming dangerously close to hitting both his car and the one next in line.

"Shit, did you see that? Fucker needs his license recalled."

"I didn't catch it. I can only process a frame every three seconds or so."

"Wait, you serious? So all this time you've been watching a slideshow, not even a laggy video?"

"Basically. I can't process visual data at the same speed I can process audio, as it leaves me almost no space to process anything else, making it quite useless. I do, however, appreciate seeing something, even if it's just static images every couple of seconds."

Hearing it was...upsetting. More so than Hank expected, although he wasn't sure why. He abruptly thought if maybe his phone is too old and it was the time for an update anyway, but then remembered that Connor was saying something just before he got distracted.

"What were you saying before?"

"Oh.. I think you should turn here and go around, there's a huge traffic jam ahead."

"Really?" Hank frowned and glanced at his GPS unit. It usually warned him about things like traffic jams, but it seemed usual, no warnings of any kind. Hank thought about it for a moment, then turned to drive around anyway. Maybe Connor was right. Maybe he was lying. Hank didn't feel like questioning him this time. Maybe he will do that later, "Thanks."

For a few seconds there was some static coming from a speaker. It got louder for a few seconds, then became slightly softer, and after another second it disappeared completely.

#dbh #dbh connor #dbh hank #Fic ideas that I'll never write #<- I mean it doesn't really belong here anymore as I'm kinda writing it but I'll still tag it to keep it together #+ I don't believe it'll be formed into an actual fic so it kinda counts anyway #dbh fanfiction #pocket ghost

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separatist-apologist · 1 year

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Still A Sunbeam

Summary: As a child, Elain Archeron is pushed into a pond by the heir to the Day Courts throne, Lucien Spell-Cleaver, and vows she'll never forgive him for it. But as an adult, Elain finds that if she wants out of an arranged marriage to a Spring Court prince, she will need Day Court's help. More is at stake than a decades-old rivalry, and when their home is threatened, Elain and Lucien will have to set aside old differences and work together

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While Day Court descended into madness, preparing for Amera’s birthday, Elain was descending into a different sort of hell. A letter had arrived from Killian, speaking the words she’d dreaded for so long.

Elain,

Spring has been lonely without your presence. Each morning I stroll through the garden, past your crocuses and lilies thinking I’ll see you with your hands buried in the dirt. I forget you’ve left, and embarrassingly, drag tea out only to find its only the gardener. And you’re gone, locked up in a musty Day Court library.

I should have offered to train you myself. I was a fool—a fool who is in love with you. It is but another thing I should have said before you left. I imagine you agreeing to stay had I gotten on my knees and told you those words. If you’d known I’ve loved you your whole life, and have only been too cowardly to admit it, would you have stayed here with me?I’ve asked Helion Spell-Cleaver if I might represent Spring during the celebration of his mates birthday and he has agreed. I mean to tell you in person and to offer myself to you however you wish to have me. I can be whatever you like, so long as you want me.

Your ever faithful servant,

Killian

Elain had the letter memorized. She’d read over it, certain there was some sentence she’d missed in which Killian admitted the whole thing was some horrible joke. That he hadn’t written to Helion before Elain, and he wasn’t plotting to drag her back to Spring. Elain knew Killian believed it when he said he’d be her instructor, just as she knew he’d spend the whole time trying to get into her skirts before he abandoned his tutelage entirely.

It felt horribly selfish to go to Amera for another favor, and yet the day before her birthday, Elain couldn’t contain herself. She and Lucien had devolved into horrible squabbling, a direct result of her own frustration and inability to pay attention. Lucien had stormed out, hands in the air while declaring her utterly hopeless.

She certainly felt like it.

She just needed to clear the air, and so Elain found Amera perched in her mates lap in a small nook while he fed her berries. It was so soft, so romantic that Elain’s chest ached. She wanted that, too.

Helion spotted her first, offering her an unrepentant grin that was so reminiscent of his son. Helion wore it better, she thought. His eyes were kind. Lucien was always looking at her as though she were something nasty stuck to the bottom of his shoe.

“Is everything well?” he asked in that rumbling voice of his. Elain felt strangely settled. Warm and calm.

“Yes. I was just hoping I could speak with Lady Amera?”

“One day,” Helion murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the side of her neck, “you will be only mine.”

She smiled, practically glowing as she slid from his lap. The High Lord left her at the table, giving Elain leave to occupy the opposite chair.

“Is this about a certain High Lord’s son?”

“Yes,” Elain breathed, relieved Amera already knew. “He’s confessed his love and I–”

“He what?” she replied, a hand pressed to her chest. Finally, someone understood how dire the situation was.

“Yes! He wants to get married and take over my instruction entirely, but I can’t—he’ll…I—he just wants a dutiful wife. Please—”

“I don’t think that’s entirely true,” Amera said with wonder, her eyes as wide as saucers. “It’s just new to him, that’s all.”

Elain felt strangely betrayed. “New?”

“Being in love, I mean. He’ll settle once he gets used to it. How can I help, Elain? What can I do to make you feel comfortable—”

“Forbid him from taking me back.”

Amera blinked, confusion gracing her lovely features. “Take you where?”

Elain swallowed the urge to scream. How did she not understand what Elain was trying to say, of the risks of allowing Killian into the place to begin with. “Spring. Helion has promised me a year, but Killian—”

“Killian,” Amera interrupted, eyes glassy. She sat back in her chair, fingertips pressed against her lips. “Of course. From Spring Court. He’s in love with you.”

“I—” Who else would Elain be talking about? “Yes. He wants to get married and I don’t. He’s going to ask me and I need…I am hoping you’ll intercede on my behalf? Warn him of some unbreakable vow I’ve made, a bargain between us?”

“Of course,” Amera agreed, nodding her head like a true conspirator. “I’ll inform Helion of a bargain between us. A year in Day Court, during which you cannot leave with anyone…with anyone but Lucien.”

A decent loophole. “And in exchange I…”

“You work solely on our behalf?” she asked, shrugging her shoulders helplessly. The deal hung between them, though, shimmering like golden sunlight. Elain offered Amera her hand, and the Lady took it, binding them in gold thread.

“I suppose I should have asked my son before agreeing he’ll take this on,” she said with a sweet smile. “I trust he’ll understand. All you need to know, Elain, is that in my court, females are allowed to reject a male suitor without consequence. Regardless of where they call home. If he asks, you are free to say no—the High Lord will back up your choice.”

Elain took a breath. “Thank you.”

“Of course. Perhaps you might do me a favor as well?”

Elain raised her brows, curious what the Lady of Day might need from her. “Anything.”

“Will you keep an eye on Eris when he arrives. Show him around, make him feel comfortable? If he relaxes, so will his younger brothers.”

“I could do that,” Elain agreed. She’d have agreed to anything in order to secure Amera’s support. Elain knew the stories about Eris Vanserra. He was cruel and mercurial, his fathers right hand man. No one had anything good to say about Eris except Elain, who still remembered how he’d lept into that pond after her, saving her from a miserable drowning death.

She’d always wanted to see him again, if only to thank him.

Elain slept soundly that night, her dreams sunny and pleasant. She woke early and dressed in one of the Summer Court fashions Arina had found for her. Elain slid the silken fabric over her body, marveling that after just a week under the Day Court sun, her skin was starting to glow, just like everyone else's. She looked tanner, her shoulders dotted with a constellation of freckles.

She looked happy.

Elain supposed she was, though she was lonely, too. She’d struggled to make friends, though in truth, she wasn’t trying very hard. Arina had extended an offer to show Elain the city which Elain had rebuffed. Arina intimidated her, with the easy grace with which she moved and the confidence she carried herself with. Arina wouldn’t have to bed the Lady of Day to save her from a potential suitor.

She probably would have put Lucien in his place if he was rude, too. Elain vowed she would try harder, starting right then, to make Arina like her. The cerulean dress, with its little triangles cut out of the waist, had the lowest neckline on a gown she’d ever worn, and no sleeves at all. Elain used a pretty, pearl studded headband to hold back her hair and placed little blue gems in her arched ears for effect. She painted her mouth and her eyes with just enough shimmer to be lovely without being overwhelming, and then she was off to find Eris.

She found Lucien instead, dressed surprisingly well in a pair of well-fitted white pants. He wore, of course, nothing else, unless you counted the golden cuff around his bulging bicep, but that was pretty normal for Day. He was clearly attempting to be formal if the crown placed atop his head was any indication.

He took one quick, sweeping glance of her before turning his eyes back toward the entrance of the grand hall. “What do you need, Elain?”

“Your brother,” she replied, keeping her voice light. Lucien fiddled with a ring on his pointer finger, his face contorting in a scowl. “Your mother asked me to greet him.” Lucien turned to face Elain fully, crossing his arms over his muscular chest. He was decidedly distracting that day, though Elain couldn’t determine why. Only that scent of him—wood smoke and leather—invaded her senses in a rather visceral way.

“I thought she liked you.”

Elain wasn’t going to let him get under her skin. Not today. “Maybe she’s trying to avoid a fight.”

“Oh, that’s a certainty,” he grumbled, looking back at the arching pillars with moody eyes. “Eris can’t help himself. None of the Vanserra’s can.”

“And you, Lucien? Can you help yourself?”

He shuddered, as if the mere notion of being a gentleman revolted him. “Of course I can,” he said snappishly. “I—what is he doing here?”

Elain had forgotten Killian was coming and Lucien had been utterly unaware, it seemed. Killian strolled in, handsome as ever in a spring green jacket buttoned to his neck and immaculate black pants tucked into his riding boots. His hair hung around his tan face, a golden halo that wasn’t entirely unappealing. She’d forgotten how good looking he was and though Elain didn’t want to marry him, she caught herself wondering if convincing him to court her wasn’t the better strategy in the long run.

Maybe she could change him. Convince him that the Spring Court was antiquated.

Of course, that would require loving him, and Elain wasn’t sure she ever would. Killian grinned, bright and warm, as he came toward her.

Lucien stepped just in front of her before Killian reached her, russet eyes narrowed with suspicion.

“Welcome to Day Court,” Lucien said, his face very much communicating the opposite. “Elain is working.”

“Surely she can be spared for five minutes,” Killain all but growled. Lucien squared his shoulders, an edged smile gracing his features.

“You’ll see her tonight I’m sure.”

Killian’s lip curled over his teeth, his disdain plain. “Little Lucien is all grown up, then. I remember when you were crying in my mothers garden.”

Lucien stood ramrod straight with a good three inches on Killian despite the differences in their age. Lucien’s expression flattened. “I’ll bet you remember the same for Elain, too. How old are you, again? At least as old as her mother, right?”

Killian’s snarl of anger ricocheted around them. Elain had allowed this to go on for too long and if she wasn’t careful, Killian would think something was happening between her and Lucien. She stepped around Lucien, placing a polite hand on his forearm.

“Killian, I—”

She gasped, momentarily overwhelmed by an image shoving its way into her mind, forcing her to bare witness. Elain’s knees buckled, dragging her to the marble. In the distance, she could hear male voices arguing, but Elain couldn’t hear them.

Screaming invaded her senses. Somewhere, a man was in pain, shouting, pleading. Elain, Elain—don’t you touch her—

The vision shifted to an Autumn wood, to Lucien in bloodied, golden armor holding a ruined animal limb in one hand. With a feral expression he turned, looking down at her huddling on the ground. He bared his teeth, dripping red and brutally sharp.

Elain screamed. Someone was holding her, moving quickly. “Stop it, stop right now,” Lucien panted, striding through the halls of the Sun Palace. His expression was ashen, his grip unforgiving. “He’s going to figure it out, you have to stop yelling, Elain.”

She moaned in pain. Elain’s knees were bruised and her head pounded.

“What’s going on?”

That was Helion. Elain felt Lucien set her against something soft.

“I have to go,” Lucien breathed, running a hand through his hair.

“What happened?” Helion asked a second time, gold eyes focused wholly on Elain.

“I told Killian it’s just too much sun and excitement and I think he believed me—but fuck,” Lucien swore, turning his back to Elain again. She’d begun trembling from the aftershocks of her vision. “Did you know?”

Elain swallowed hard, sitting herself up on a long divan. She was in the High Lord’s private chambers if the scent was anything to go by. “Yes.”

“Fuck,” he swore again, looking to his father who was, understandably confused. “Does he know?”

“No,” Elain said, wrapping her arms around her body. “And if he finds out…”

Helion sat gingerly on the edge of the divan. Lucien cocked his head, some of the color returning to his cheeks.

“What did you see?” he asked, ignoring his father entirely. Eain opened her mouth, closing it quickly the moment the sound of scream flooded back through her mind.

“A Seer,” the High Lord breathed. “You’ve kept it a secret.”

“No one is supposed to know,” she all but pleaded, looking from Helion to his son. Lucien’s glazed expression made her nervous.

“Lucien,” his father said sharply. It was a warning, one his son beheld immediately. Helion reached for Elain’s shin, squeezing gently. “Is your High Lord aware?”

This was the test. If she said yes, Helion might reach out to Spring, inform them of what they’d let slip, and force her into a marriage she didn’t want. But if she told Helion no, he, too, might try and find a way to keep her.

She’d been silent for too long, and the High Lord of Day was canny. He sighed a controlled breath.

“No else is to know. Not even your mother. The fewer people who are aware, the better.”

Elain didn’t feel relief at his words. Her parents had warned her of what would happen—of wars, of kidnappings, of assassinations. Elain hadn’t made it a week.

Her eyes lifted to Lucien, still staring with a peculiar look. Elain forced herself to look away. Smiling, she told the High Lord, “I’ll make apologies to Lord Killian. I’m sorry for the inconvenience I’ve caused.”

She rosed, despite how her vision swam with black. She wanted to lie down again, wanted to curl up in a ball and sleep the rest of the day. Lucien pressed a hand beneath her elbow in what she supposed was his attempt from keeping her upright.

“Can you control them?” Helion asked, cocking his head to the side. Dark hair fluttered to his shoulder, obscuring one of his piercing gold eyes. Wildly, Elain wondered if Lucien’s eyes would do the same when he became High Lord.

“No.” What was the point of lying if the High Lord was thinking of making her his weapon. Elain wanted to pull out of Lucien’s grasp given he was so obviously his fathers right hand man. She didn’t, if only to remain on two feet.

“As far as I know, only Day Court has hosted Seers. At least, in Prythian,” he said, his voice deep and grave. “Regardless of where they were born. It is always our privilege to have you. Consider in keeping with tradition and transcribing your visions in detail, along with if any come to pass. I could assign a scholar to you—only they would ever read them until the time of your death.”

He wanted to study her? Elain didn’t drop her smile.

“I’ll consider it.”

Helion nodded, his eyes flicking to his son. Something unspoken passed between them and then Lucien was leading Elain out, his touch feather light. It remained that way until the doors were closed fast behind them. Only then did he reach for her, dragging her with an ironclad grip toward a large pillar half shaded from the sun.

“What did you see?” he demanded, holding her far closer than she would have liked. If Elain closed her eyes, she could still scent the metallic salt of blood clinging to his skin.

Lucien in armor, Lucien ripping something to pieces.

“Nothing that concerns you,” she retorted, pulling her arm from his grasp.

“You touched me,” he reminded her, drawing in deep breaths. “And then you collapsed. Tell me what you saw.”

But Elain couldn’t. She didn’t know how to interpret it and risked telling him something he shouldn’t know. Elain’s eyes drifted toward the portrait hanging behind. She could see her reflection in the sunlight and glass, her own eyes staring back at her with anger.

Lucien shook her lightly. “Tell me, Elain.”

He looked up at him. “Why, you have a mate, my lord. I saw her, and she’s as beautiful and charming as you. A true match—”

“Elain,” he warned.

She wrenched her aching body from his fingers. “You’re so arrogant to think that vision had anything to do with you. That you were the catalyst that brought it on, or that the Mother is so interested in your fate she’d seek to warn you off your current path.”

Lucien took a step away. “So she sends a warning for you, then?”

Elain looked at the blazing anger in his eyes. All that loathing, and still it didn’t compare to how he’d been in her vision. Elain couldn’t hide her shudder.

“Yes. I think she was.”

LUCIEN:

In all Lucien’s life, he didn’t think he’d ever been so rattled as he had when Elain had touched his arm. Why she’d done that, Lucien would never know. What he did know was the moment her fingers connected, something went taut in his chest. She’d collapsed immediately after, her skin so cold that for one sickening moment, Lucien thought she’d merely dropped dead.

But Elain had been alive, and in the aftermath—learning she was a Seer, that it was a secret burden she’d been carrying her whole life—Lucien knew Elain had seen him. It was the way she stared at him with such unguarded horror. As if she knew the terrible, gruesome fate that was awaiting him.

She wouldn’t say. With her usual disdain, Elain refused to tell him what she’d seen before she took off to fix her mistake with Killian.

The worst part of all of it was not being able to tell anyone. Not Arina, who’d come to replace Elain. He still had to meet his brothers and Arina, beautiful in vibrant orange, was someone Eris wouldn’t care at all about insulting. She was pure Day, utter, burning sunlight. Eris hated everyone and everything about Day. Elain was harder to insult. Lucien was more likely to keep control of his temper if he was also trying not to embarrass his father in front of Spring.

“How long do you think they’ll make us wait?” Arina asked, examining long, polished nails.

“Maybe they’ve changed their minds,” Lucien grumbled, turning in a circle in the middle of the hall.

“Did you see Lord Killian?” she asked, raising her brows with interest. “He’s handsome.”

“He’s a prat,” Lucien mumbled, still annoyed about Elain’s vision. “Don’t fuck him.”

“I don’t think I could. He’s got eyes only for Elain.”

A growl slipped from Lucien’s throat at the mere mention of Elain’s name. Arina’s brows all but vanished into her hairline at the sound.

“Fighting again?”

“She is irritating,” Lucien said, not for the first time. Arina took a breath as long shadows darkened the marble floor in front of them. Whatever defense Arina might have made for

Elain Archeron died when Tanwen strolled into the Day Court palace with those sharp, cruel eyes. He’d come armed, two crossed axes strapped to the back of his red tunic. A sword hung from a belt at his hips, marking him a warrior. Lucien hated him for it.

Cadmus and Connal had come dressed like courtiers. Lucien clocked the matching auburn hair, those russet eyes that came from his mother. His brothers were leaner, shorter, and far, far paler than Lucien. It othered them.

Eris strolled in the very last, hands jammed into the pocket of his dark brown jacket. His hair looked windswept, as if he’d just come from the Autumn Woods on a casual stroll. Only his cheeks, bright pink from the unforgiving midday sun, betrayed Eris.

“Baby brother,” Eris crooned as his brothers parted for him. Cool boredom dripped from his every word. “Where is mother?”

“Waiting to greet you,” Lucien replied as Arina edged away. Eris cut a glance in her direction, doing a double take when he caught sight of how lovely she was. For one flickering moment, a shock of emotions flamed in Eris’s amber gaze. Lucien was smug knowing one look from Arina was enough to silence his infuriating eldest brother. He knew Autumn Court couldn’t compare.

Eris blinked, turning back for Lucien. “I thought she’d be waiting on the front steps—”

“I’ve been sent as a warning,” Lucien interrupted, his anger already threatening to get the best of him. “By my father.”

“Ah, yes, of course. The bastard sons of Autumn threaten his carefully cultivated peace, right? If we don’t behave, he'll lock mother away for another century as punishment?”

“My father isn’t the one who does the locking up,” Lucien spat angrily. Behind Eris, Connall's hands bunched to fists. “No one wants you here but mother, and inevitably, the four of you will fuck it all up. Like always.”

Arina put her hand on Lucien’s shoulder, a warning he’d taken things too far. Eris clocked the movement, his hatred plain.

“Of course. Will you take us to her now?” Eris asked flatly.

Lucien was spoiling for a fight. Flame crackled between them, warming his already hot blood. Lucien had but a drop of his mother’s magic, magic that flowed so strongly through Eris that Lucien recognized what he was on instinct alone. Eris had been trying to learn the depths of Lucien’s power his whole life and wondered if Eris wasn’t snapping for a little blood, too.

Arina tried to slip off but Lucien caught her around the waist and pulled her into him. The second he deposited his brothers off to his mother, Lucien intended to get so drunk he forgot he was a prince, forgot his own name. He needed Arina for that. Only she could convince him to come back up instead of sleeping in a gutter.

Arina squirmed, so obviously uncomfortable. “Lucien,” she tried to whisper, but a soft growl from behind them silenced her. Lucien started to turn, to demand which of his brothers had demanded she quit speaking, but Lucien’s father was waiting at the end of the hall with a tight smile. His father intended to make the best of it.

“Eris,” he said, inclining his head with respect. It was loathesome to offer any kindness to Beron Vanserra’s spawn. Lucien pulled Arina back, out of the sight of his brothers now bowing to his father. Only Eris turned to look at them, his amber eyes alight with some violent emotion Lucien couldn’t place. Couldn’t name.

Didn’t want to. He turned the two of them around, shaking with hatred. Arina, too, was trembling so hard Lucien thought she might vanish. Neither said a word as Arina reached for his hand, pulling him through the open corridors toward the courtyard. The coolness of the palace evaporated in the humidity, clinging to Lucien’s skin almost instantly.

“Arina—”

“Send me to Naxos,” she breathed, looking up at him with wild, terrified eyes. “Send me to Crete. Better, send me to Night Court as emissary—”

“Arina!” Lucien gripped the tops of her shoulders, blinking as some strange scent wafted over him. It made his hair stand on end, made his blood sticky and hot. That scent was a warning to back away from her.

A warning she’d been claimed.

They were both panting in the heat, eyeing the other with open fear. “Arina,” he whispered, trying—and failing—to think of a worse fate. “Which one?”

She pressed her palm to her mouth to suppress a scream. Her eyes flooded with tears, sparkling in the daylight.

“Send me away.”

“Which one?”

Lucien thought of Elain, of her irritating words. You have a mate, my lord.

Had she mistaken him for Eris, then? Or had she known the entire time?

You’re so arrogant.

Lucien suppressed a slithering disappointment as Arina responded. “Eris.”

He burst out laughing. “Eris is foul. He has no equal—you are far superior.”

Arina wrung her hands before her, looking behind him with fearful eyes. He’d never seen Arina look like that. Not when her mother had died and she’d been left in the care of her father. Not when that male from Winter had pursued her so relentlessly there had been concern he might try and kidnap her.

Only Eris could elicit such a response. Lucien imagined Arina trapped in Autumn just as his mother had been, stuck in that miserable Forest House forbidden from ever seeing the sun. How had so many females under Lucien’s roof suddenly found themselves in danger of being trapped in terrible marriages?

“We’ll tell him we’re engaged,” he said immediately, before he could let himself regret it. He loved Arina—and he’d marry her to keep her safe. But he didn’t love Arina. And despite what he might say late at night, Lucien was holding out for love like his parents had. Even if he had to wait centuries for it.

Arina shook her head. “No. No that—no. Will your father intercede on my behalf?”

Lucien opened his mouth to assure her he would. That Helion had meant it when he’d said no female was required to be with a male she didn’t herself choose. But he knew his father regretted the tension between Autumn and Day, and both of his parents hoped to bridge that divide.

A marriage between her eldest son and one of their scholars was certainly an easy way to create those ties. Lucien closed his eyes and forced himself to think like his fathers emissary. There was a way to navigate all of this without starting another war.

“If we’re careful,” Lucien said, wondering what he’d trade for his best friend's happiness. “And we can find something Eris would prefer more.”

Arina didn’t seem convinced. In truth, Lucien wasn’t, either.

What male would trade all the riches in the world for his mate?

#elucien #elucien fanfic #elain x lucien #love watching luciens life fall apart #tell me when the party ends will you still love who i am

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That morning you got ready in one of your pants suits, for the trial, you and everyone else knew it was going to be long and grueling, and to think that a few months ago you’d just told Bucky’s men about what he told Pug at the prison, they all agreed that that was the story to tell if they were on stand you’d spent the holidays alone, and now it was march, literally the day before Bucky’s Birthday. Y/n got into one of the large SUVs and then was taken to the court house.

Meanwhile hours ago Steve had left to go see Bucky, plus give him a suit for the trial. “How have you been, Buck?” Steve asked.

“What do you think?” Bucky said sarcastically.

Steve nodded knowing he probably didn’t need to ask that. “Fine?”

Bucky shrugged. “Some of these ass holes are new and so they thought they could top dog it, but they know who the boss is now.”

Steve nodded. “You thought about everyone that last time.” Steve could tell Bucky wanted to know about what Y/n has been doing. “She’s doing all right, um she wants to see you, but I’ve stopped her.”

“Good.” Bucky nodded. “I don’t want her around me while I am here, I was fucking pissed when she came with that guy, I don’t get why she didn’t just fucking take the case.”

“Bucky, because she cares about you and she wants you to be able to get out and if she were the one to be your defender, as your wife she’d be throwin her career away along with you would be stuck here Bucky, I think that is a good enough reason.” Steve explained with irritation filling his voice ever so slightly. “See you in a bit, Bucky.” Steve stood to leave.

Bucky sighed. “Tell her I love her.”

“I will.” Steve said softly, before leaving the room, Bucky punched the bridge of his nose.

Once at the courthouse you walked in with confidence and grace, as you always tried to hold yourself with Steve met you once you were inside. “How was he?” You asked him.

“He’s fine, and he loves you, along with he’s irritated that your friend Pug is representing him.” Steve explained what had happened that morning at Rikers.

“He’s always been stubborn. I'll give him that.” You sighed as you looked around the hallway then back at Steve. “Shall we?” You asked before he nodded and both of you walked to the courtroom. Once everyone was settled Bucky was led out. Bucky was led into the courtroom, as everyone stood before the judge, you studied your husband, and noticed the clench in his jaw and the irritation in his eyes, you leaned over and whispered to Steve. “Did you piss him off?”

Bucky waited in the cell they had at the courthouse, as they all prepared, once led out he looked over at the standing people and found Y/n and Steve standing by one another. He was irritated about this whole thing the fucking cops that used to work for Loki claming he did it and they knew what really happened, but they and Bucky weren’t about to rat Y/n out to the cops, they didn’t care about if she got arrested, all they cared about is if they held the power and having Y/n Y/l/n was power, but that wan’t why Bucky wanted her. They were told to sit, and the trail started. “Good morning ladies and gentlemen this is the trail of James Barnes, and the murder Loki Lafyson.” The judge started off and then it started, Bucky sat back for the ride.

“My defendant here Mr. Barnes on October 29th 2022, at 5:39 P.M he went to the home to check on Miss.Y/l/n, they were friends before Mr. Lafyson married her, by the time Mr. Barnes got there Miss. Y/l/n was running out of her home, covered in her dead husband's blood, after she witnessed the death of her husband at the hands of one of his employees, someone Miss. Y/l/n, and the late Mr. Lafyson thought they could trust someone they let into their home.” Pug turned to the jury but he was really trying to pay attention to you, and he noticed you nodded ever so slightly. “Mr. Barnes knew that Miss. Y/l/n was early on in her pregnancy, and he wouldn’t ever want to cause stress on his friend who was a mother.”

The other lawyer stood to present his case now. “On the side of how one of Mr. Lafyson’s employees explained that it was on the day of October 29th 2022, at 5:39 P.M. Mr. Barnes stormed the large house where, Mr. & Mrs.Lafyson were about to have dinner, and Mr. Barnes came in just as Mrs.Lafyson was fixing her plate, and he stabbed Mr.Lafyson twenty nine times, in the chest, and yes Mrs.Lafyson was in early stages of pregnancy but Mr. Barnes and her had no other real connection between them, before meeting Mr.Lafyson she (Mrs.Lafyson) was living with Mr.Barnes to help accommodate her injuries she sustained during a car accident, and before that, they fathers were friends, Mr.Barnes and Mrs.Lafyson had no real friendship.”

“Mr. Mobius, Mr. Pugliese if you don’t mind do either of you have any proof of the friendship, or if they weren't close before.” The judge asked.

Pug looked through everything you gave him, and then he found it. “I have the class yearbook of 2008, Mr. Barnes and Miss. Y/l/n, are shown in the spots with tabs.” Pug presented.

The judge looked over the photos of the man and woman. “Mr. Mobius, do you have anything to present?”

“Uh, I do a conversation between Mr. Barnes and Mrs. Lafyson.” Mobius said before have a laptop with audio files on it. Both Y/n and Bucky sat up for this, now confused, at any point they talked they were just that of friends so when they started the recording neither of them expected to hear the conversation they had before both of them decided they’d kill Loki.

“Well congratulations, Mrs.Laufeyson , I’m afraid I gotta go.” Bucky said on the recording about his excuse from the conversation beforehand.

Hearing Y/n’s heels that she wore to the party clicking against the sidewalk being cut though by. “Bucky stop.”

“What Y/n, what am I supposed to do, you are pregnant that changes everything.” Bucky hissed out.

“No, no it doesn't.” Y/n begged.

Bucky looked back at Y/n with furrowed brows, both of them knowing they took out something that could have intimidated her.

“Y/n, no, I can't do anything for you now, I’m sorry, you should have told me before you told Loki, then I could have fixed this. I could have gotten you out before he found out and then it would be easy, but now I can't do anything to help you.” The flicking of a finger on a lighter rang out. “Y/n, there is one thing that stops everything in this life. I don't think your father told you this because of the way you are acting right now but as soon as you end up with a kid it doesn't matter whether it is born or not, hands go off immediately.”

Then Y/n sniffled for a second on the recording from crying. “Why didn’t you fucking do that in the first place then, this all could have been avoided.”

“What do you expect Mr. Barnes must have meant by I could have gotten you out he wanted to kidnap her way before he killed Mr. Lafyson.” Mobius huffed.

“Mr. Barnes, is this a conversation you had with Miss. Y/l/n?” The judge asked.

Bucky nodded standing up. “Yes, it was one of many it was a heated argument I said a few things that I didn't mean to say towards Miss.Y/l/n it was in the heat of the moment, I have many people who could testify that I and Y/n have been thick as knifes, since she was practically borne. I care about my friend, and I didn’t visit frequently, because Mr.Lafyson and I did have some conflicts but I wouldn’t kill him, also I’d like for you to note your honor, that voice recording was taken against I’s and Miss.Y/l/n’s consent.” Bucky sat down

“I’ll take that into consideration.” The judge wrote down. “Do either of you have a witness, or someone with a testimony?”

Mobius got to this one first and stood up, one of Loki’s men took the stand. “On the day of Mr.Lafysons murder I was in the home, I was a body guard, stationed inside the house, I tried to stop Mr. Barnes when he walked through the doors, but he and his men overpowered me (being the only one on shift) and then Mr. Barnes went to the dining room where Mr. & Mrs.Lafyson-”

The bodyguard was cut off by the judge. “Enough of this Mrs. Lafyson, she will be referred to as Miss. Y/l/n during trial from here on.”

“Mr. Barnes went to the dining room where Mr. Lafyson and Miss.Y/l/n were having dinner.” The guard corrected. “I walked in finding Mr. Lafyson dead and Miss.Y/l/n missing.”

“Mr. Whitman, is there anything that proves my client's assault?” Pug asked. “Such as camera footage, bruising hospital records?”

The man stiffend. “No, my bruises healed, and there was no need for going to the hospital, and Mr. Lafyson, well he didn’t have cameras in his house.”

“Miss.Y/l/n, the widow of Mr.Lafyson, told me that there are cameras in his home, she did after all live there for two years.” Pug defended.

“Objection hearsay.” Mobiouse called.

“I’ll allow it.” The Judge offered. “Mr. Pugliese, your witness and or person with a testimony?” The judge asked.

“Miss. Y/l/n if you would please come to the stand.” Pug asked.

You stood from where you sat, walking up to the stand, promising to tell the truth and yada yada. “Miss.Y/l/n what did you see on October 29th 2022?” Asked the judge.

You sighed. “I and my husband were having dinner, and we were supposed to be alone for the weekend, with no guards, no employees, on saturday I just got dinner prepared, and I was sitting it out and Loki had come town to eat with me, and when he sat down, His vice president, Mr.Voorhees, came into the dining room, taking the knife out of the chicken I took, and started to stab him repeatedly, I tried to pull him away and doing that caused the dress I was wearing to get covered in blood, he then turned to me and threatened me saying that if I didn’t shut up he’d kill me next I-I ran out of the house in fear, and Mr. Barnes was there to pay a visit, and I broke down, he took me to his house, so I could explain what had happened, Mr.Barnes took me in and housed me after my husband’s death, and after I miscarried he took me to the doctors.”

“Miss.Y/l/n why didn’t you go to the authorities immediately after the murder of your husband?” Mobius asked you.

“Can I give a full quote instead of the summary I gave?” You asked the judge.

He nodded. “Yes.”

“Mr.Voorhees didn’t just tell me to shut up or he’d kill me, he told me this word form word, If you don’t shut the fuck up, and if you go to the authorities I will fucking find you and kill you, I was simply protecting myself.” You stated with full seriousness.

“Miss.Y/l/n, would there be any reason why if this is the case, you would not stop someone form murdering your husband?” Mobius asked.

“No, I would never just let someone murder someone.” You tried staying calm.

“I have reason to think you would, and I have proof.” Mobius spoke.

“Present the proof Mr. Mobius.” The judge allowed it.

“Here is more audi of Mr. Barnes and Miss. Y/l/n talking.” Mobius pressed play. “In this Mr. Barnes is called by the code name of Jimmy.”

First your voice rang through the room.“Hello?”

“What the hell are you talking about? He admitted he hits you.” Bucky’s calm voice came through.

“He won’t Jimmy, he told me he’d stop, for reasons, I think he sees it's getting him nowhere.” Your excuse to hide the pregnancy came out. Mobius stopped the recording.

“Miss. Y/l/n why would you, defend your abuser when he’s getting murdered.” He asked.

“Because I’m a better person than my late husband.” You huffed.

“How do we not know if you and Mr.Barnes plotted the murder together?” He offered.

“Objection relevance.” Pug hissed.

“Overturned.” The judge told him. “Continue Mr. Mobius.”

“It wouldn’t be that shocking would it? I mean you even have pictures on your old phone of the bruises you sustained during the marriage.” Morbis continued, he showed the pictures on the tv represented.

You tried calming yourself, and then it happened a wave of panic took hold of you and you were back there with Loki yelling at you and hitting you.

Bucky didn’t give a shit, hand cuffs or not, no one had prepared Y/n for this, and it was a fucking bull shit move. He stood up and approached the stand. An officer tried stopping him but the judge stopped the cop. “Y/n come back, you're not there.” Bucky said softly in her ear, he took her hands in his.

She blinked a few times pulling herself out of the nightmare. “I think we should call a recess.” The judge announced. Bucky was pulled away from Y/n, and she stood from the stand and walked out of the courtroom, she and Steve stood outside of the building.

“I cant believe they fucking did that.” He said with a voice filled with rage. “You of all the people in that fucking room don’t deserve that.”

“Steve, I’m fine now, I just wasn't expecting that, it caught me off guard.” You explained to him.

After a little while longer, the two of you walked back into the courtroom when they were ready to presume.

You headed back up to the stand then the judge looked at you. “Mis.Y/l/n, are you alright to continue?” He asked.

“Yes, sorry about that.” You replied.

Once everything started again you made your final statement.“He may have hit me, but I’m not a person who would wish death on anyone, that is my stance.”

“Miss. Y/l/n, you are excused from the stand.” The judge told you.

As the trial moved on, the jury eventually went to make their decision on the case, and once they were ready, when they came back, the note was passed to the judge. “The jury has come to a conclusion that Mr.Barnes is not guilty.” He hit his gavel against the desk. “Court is dismissed.” You stood up and rushed to Bucky and hugged him, he smiled down at you.

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shinagawa-division · 2 months

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The Spider and The Butterfly Wedding (Shinomiya Voicelines Ver.)

— Malphas

“Today’s finally the day, huh?…I still can’t believe it, never in my life did I think I would find myself here, actually settling down and with A.D.A. no less, ha, I bet if my past self saw me now he’d short-circuit to the point of rebooting. But I wouldn’t change a single thing, I’ve got no regrets.”

(To Aiko) “Happy Birthday, lil sis. I still feel a little bad that we’re missing out on your birthday but seeing all excited, I guess it’s worth it, thanks for helping us plan the whole thing, you were a huge help. Just try not to crash, okay? A.D.A.’s still gonna need her maid of honor at her side.”

(To Seizou) “You look adorable, Sei, Aiko’s done a good job dressing you up, so, are you excited?…I’ll take that as a yes. I really appreciate you doing this for me, little brother, I know you’ll do a good job out there.”

(To A.R.K.) “Never thought I’d live to see you in a suit, A.R.K. I gotta admit, you clean up nicely. It’s weird to think that we’re going to be brothers in a few hours but hey, weirder shit has happened with us before.”

(To A.M.U.) “Aw, well don’t you look pretty, A.M.U. Your flower basket matching with Seizou’s ring pillow is a nice touch, you don’t have to convince me you’re excited, don’t worry, I can already tell.”

(To A.D.A.) “To be honest, I never gave much thought about love and romance, I was and still am a weapon, and weapons don’t love. I was fine with that, more than fine with that…until a pretty little butterfly flew my way and suddenly everything got…brighter and now it seems I can’t do anything but to love you. It still doesn’t feel real but looking at you now…I’ve never seen a sight more beautiful, A.D.A., my precious butterfly, my beautiful wife, I still can’t believe you actually want to be with me but I promise I’ll spend the rest of eternity loving you with everything in my programming.”

— Aiko

“Alright, this is it! Everything we’ve been working on has lead up to this moment, everyone! Let’s make this wedding go off without a hitch, for big brother and big sis!”

(To Malphas) “BIG BROTHER!! You look so handsome! Also today’s finally the day!! You’re getting married to Big Sis A.D.A!! This is the best birthday ever! I’m really happy for you, big bro! You and big sis A.D.A. make a really cute couple and I know how happy she makes you, I wish you both all the happiness in the world!”

(To Seizou) “Sei-chaaaaaaan! You look so adorable! C’mon, give me a biiiiiig smile!…Oh well, don’t worry, you’ll get there! Just a little more practice! Now, hold the pillow firmly but gently, you don’t wanna squish it but we also can’t let the rings go falling out, you’re gonna do just fine! I believe in you!”

(To A.D.A.) *gasps and squeals* “Big Sis! You look so pretty!! Soooo, are you excited? Are you? Are you?! You get to marry my big brother and we can become sisters for real!! But also…thank you, for making my big brother happy, he doesn’t think so but I believe he’s deserving of love and you’re the perfect person to give it to him.”

(To A.R.K.) “Hehehe, you look really good A.R.K.! Or should I call you, big brother A.R.K. now? After all, we’re all gonna be one big family now! It’s so exciting so have so many siblings!”

(To A.M.U.) “A.M.U.-chan, you look sooo pretty!! You and Sei-chan are gonna look so cute walking down the aisle! Now if only we can you both to smile without it looking unnatural, oh well, it’s fine, that’s what we love about you two.”

— Seizou

“Ah…Nii-sama is getting married today, Seizou does not fully understand the concept of marriage but Seizou will make sure be on his best behavior and do his tasks efficiently.”

(To Malphas) “Nii-sama…the most proper response is to tell you for such occasions like these is “Congratulations” so congratulations, Seizou will make sure to perform his duties with the upmost diligence.”

(To Aiko) “Nee-sama, thank you for the compliments, Seizou is glad he is able to please you. However, please refrain from constricting Seizou so tightly, it would be inappropriate for Seizou to show up disheveled.”

(To A.M.U.) “A.M.U.-chan, everyone appears to be in high levels of excitement, it…looks nice, Sei-…I want to reach that level of excitement one day, let’s do our best together, for both Nii-sama and A.D.A.-neesama.”

(To A.D.A.) “A.D.A.-neesama, Seizou thinks you look very pretty, Seizou believes that the chance of this event being a success is at a 100%, Seizou also believes that the chance of Nii-sama being attracted to you should he see you will increase by tenfold.”

(To A.R.K.) “A.R.K.-sama, Seizou wants to express gratitude for the combat lessons, now should anyone attempt to disrupt the event, Seizou will be equipped to efficiently neutralize the threat.”

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strawberriescherrieskiwi · 1 year

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The chronicles of the Min Men

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N/A.

Wordcount: 2.1K

Description: Yoongi wife is out of town and he is in charge of caring for their son, while she worries, Yoongi is confident he has this in the bag, he loves his little boy and won’t let anything happen to him.

A/N: I’ve been in such a dad au mood and with Yoongi’s birthday just past he was overdo for me to write something for him. I had fun writing him and his son. I hope you all enjoy.

former idolreader x idol Yoongi au

Warning: Fluff all around. dadYoongi

Yoongi woke up to you placing a loving kiss on his cheek. He opened one of his eyes peeking up at you. You smiled, kissing his lips this time. Yoongi smiled sleepily kissing you back. “Why are you up so early?” he mumbled against your lips.

“Work. Remember, I have a trip to Japan. My plane leaves in a few hours.” You ran your fingers through his hair. His eyes closed for a moment, he nodded remembering the more awake he became.

“Right right. You’ll be back tomorrow morning, right?” He asked sitting up against the headboard and pulling you into his lap. Wrapping your arms around his waist you laid your head on his chest, nodding.

“You’ll be fine on your own right?” You asked, smirking into Yoongi’s neck as he sucked his teeth.

“Of course, I’ll be alright. I’ve been home alone before. I’m sure I can look after myself and our child for a night.” He was half offended that you would even ask. Jiho was only 3 and was an easy-going child much like his father.

“I know you will be fine. Doesn’t stop me from worrying about my two favorite people.” Yoongi hummed, squeezing you to his chest, and kissing the top of your head. His eyes closed for a moment as he basked in your affection.

“You worry too much.” He finally answered

You snorted and pulled away, getting up from the bed. “You two make me worry. You used to forget to eat because you were so busy working. And there was the time you slept for 2 whole days. I worry and while he is a toddler, he is a mini Yoongi.”

“We will be fine.” He said, sinking back into the bed and getting under the covers. “Love you and have a safe trip.” He mumbled already half asleep.

You laughed, rolling your eyes at the antics of your husband. “I love you too,” you said, leaning down and kissing him again. The last thing Yoongi heard was the bedroom door closing as you left.

It was hours later that he woke up again. This time to little fingers prying his eyes open. “Appa are you awake?” Jiho whispered. He was incredibly close to Yoongi’s face, that his morning breath made him crinkle his nose.

“Yes, Appa is awake. If it wasn’t for your little fingers your breath would have done the trick.” He teased, tickling his son. Grinning as he giggled loudly and tried to run away from his fingers.

Yoongi laughed along with him, running his hands through Jiho's black hair. It was getting long and so many times people mistaken the adorable children for a girl, but he loved his long hair and neither you nor Yoongi was going to force him to cut it.

“Hmm. Are you excited to come to work with appa today? Make some music?” He asked getting out of bed and walking into the bathroom to wash his face and brush both their teeth.

“Yeah, can’t wait to make lots of songs today with appa.” He said, following closely behind his father, stepping on the back of Yoongi’s heels. Scooping up his tiny clone, Yoongi placed him on the counter giving Jiho his toothbrush.

After brushing their teeth, getting ready, and having a quick breakfast the Min men were out of the house and taking the quick car ride to the company. Everyone that came across Jiho and Yoongi stopped them both to gush over the smaller of the two.

Yoongi was quick to get into his lab and avoid anymore small talk. Setting Jiho on his sofa with some blocks, snacks, and water, he sat down on his chair. “Okay, you got all your things. I’ll be just over here if you need me.”

Jiho nodded already stacking his blocks barely listening to his father. Yoongi chuckled turning to his desk and sending you a text message asking about your flight and letting you know he was at the studio.

Putting on his headset he lost himself in the zone of making music. Yoongi always felt at peace and most like himself when he was working on music, next to being a father and a husband, being a musician was the best thing.

Yoongi had no idea how long he was working until he felt a little tap on his leg. Removing his headphone, he turned to Jiho, who stood next to him, wide eyes glued to his desk. “Appa, what is that?” He asked pointing to a button.

Smiling, he scooped his son up into his lap, and Jiho instantly snuggled into his arms. “You want to learn how I make music?” He asked, kissing his son’s head.

“Yeah. Want to make lots of good music like you.”

“I’m sure after I teach you, you’ll be making better music than me. You might even put me out of business.” Yoongi teased, tickling his tiny belly.

Jiho squirmed wildly in his father’s hold. “No Appa would never put you out of business. Love you too much.”

“Well that is a relief-” He stopped tickling Jiho, hugging him tightly- “I love you too. Maybe we can go into business together when you are older. Now let me show you all the basics.” It was hard to keep the excitement out of his voice as he went over his process, trying to keep things as simple and understandable for his toddler.

Jiho took in all his father’s words happily with wide and excited eyes. Even though he didn’t understand more than half the things Yoongi was saying he still loved being cuddled with his father and learning from him.

“And what does this one do again?” He asked quietly.

Yoongi normally hated repeating himself but he would explain the same buttons and knobs over and over again to Jiho just to see his face light up when he heard a sound he liked.

As the day dragged on, Jiho grew tired and fell asleep in his father's hold. Yoongi smiled, laying him down on his sofa as he went back to work. He was working hard on his next album one dedicated to all the people that stood by him and he wanted it to be perfect. He only paused when he received a call from you.

“Hey. How was your flight?” He asked, yawning, leaning back in his chair.

“It was fine. I took a nap, I’ve been in meetings most of the day.”

“That goes the life of a businesswoman,” he teased.

“I work at the same company as you,” you playfully scoffed.

“Hmm, but on the corporate side.” You were once a musician like Yoongi, but after debuting and putting out a few albums you retired to help behind the scenes and later joined Big Hit as a manager and advocate for young artists.

“You could be in the corporate business as well. You could be running the company.”

“Ah, no. Not for me. I like producing and being on stage too much.”

“You’ll be 100 still on stage with the boys.”

“And you’ll still be in the audience cheering me on.”

“Maybe.”

“Liar.”

“How are you and Jiho?” You asked, changing the subject.

“We are good. I told you not to worry.” He said.

“And I told you. I can’t help it. Where are you guys?”

“We are still at the studio. Jiho is napping right now.” Yoongi yawned again, spinning in his chair to look at his sleeping child, only for his heart to drop as the sofa was empty and the little child was nowhere to be seen.

“He is very much your son and will sleep all day. Don’t let him sleep so much. How long has he been down?

Yoongi barely heard any of your words as he continued to frantically scan the whole room, once, twice, and one more to make sure he wasn’t missing his child. His skin grew clammy and his panic spilled from his eyes.

“Yoongi? Jiho’s father?” You called out when you got no reply.

“I-I.” He paused to clear his throat and try not to sound as panicky as he was. “I have to call you back.”

“What why? Is something wrong?” You asked, picking up on his tone.

“Nothing, I just see someone at the door. He hasn’t been sleeping long. I’ll call you back later. Love you, Nae Sarang.” He hung up the phone and the next moment he was out of his seat. His hands shook as he reached for the door. He can’t believe he didn’t hear the door open, didn’t hear his child leave. Yoongi felt like the worse parent.

He ran down the hall both ways, trying to figure out where his little one had gotten off to. Your son’s been to the company load of times and he wasn’t one to wander off he knew better.

Yoongi's mind race a mile a minute as he rudely pushed past people and ignored their worried looks when he raced around the building. His hair was all over the place with how many times he ran his fingers through it or pulled on the ends.

His anxiety hadn’t been this high since the day his child was born and he worried about both your lives. He reached for his phone only to remember he left it in his office. He had to call someone, the police. He had to tell you.

And then suddenly, he heard the undeniable laugh of his son. Turning he released a shaky breath as he saw Jimin bouncing his son in his arms while tickling him. He laughed and sobbed at the same time as all his fears melted away and he jogged over to the two of them.

The moment he was close enough he took his son into his arms hugging him close to his chest. Kissing his forehead and running his hands along his back. He was safe. He was safe. He repeated in his head.

Jimin sensing Yoongi’s panic smiled sheepishly. “Oh Hyung. I was visiting Hobi-hyung when I came across this little runaway,” He said, tickling Jiho’s tummy. “He had to go to the restroom and then we went to get a snack and got distracted.”

Yoongi shot Jimin a glare. “I thought something bad happened to him. Would it have killed you to let me know, send me a text?”

Jimin asked widening. “Really, I’m sorry Hyung. I should have. It won’t happen again.”

Sighing, Yoongi nodded. “Better not happen,” he mumbled into his son’s head.

Jiho, tired of being smothered by his father, wiggle around his hold. “Appa, Jiminie-hyungie, and I went to the dance studio and we danced together.” He beamed at his father, reaching back to pat Jimin’s cheek.

“Really? While Appa was having a heart attack?” Yoongi said, jokingly.

“Appa are you alright?” Jiho asked, pressing his ear to his father’s chest to make sure his heart was okay.

Jimin and Yoongi laughed. “Appa is fine, Jihoie, just worried about you,” Yoongi said, patting his back.

“Again Hyung, I’m sorry,” Jimin said, tapping Jiho on the nose causing the child to giggle crazily.

“It’s fine, but I think we had enough studio time for the day. I don’t know if I could handle another scare.”

Jimin laughed. “Hyung you are such a cute and protective father.”

“I had practice with you, Taehyung, and Jungkook,” He said dryly as he walked back to his studio, ignoring Jimin's laugh, as walked into the studio and grabbed their things.

“Jiho-ah. You know you are not supposed to go anywhere without eomma or me. You could have gotten seriously hurt and you worried me and your eomma would have been beside herself if she was here,” He said bending down to scowl at his son.

“I’m sorry. I saw hyungie and wanted to see him and then I had to pee.”

“Don’t ever do that again. Next time just come and tell me. I was right there. I just want you safe, Min Jiho.”

“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. I promise.” Jiho, wrapped his arms around his father’s neck hugging him. “Sorry, Appa,” he mumbled into Yoongi’s neck.

“You’re forgiven. It’s fine, just glad you are safe. Now, what do you say we go get some lunch? Kimbap?” He suggested.

“Yes yes, Kimbap.” Jiho jumped up and down happily.

“Then let’s go get some and maybe not tell eomma about me losing you. We don’t want to worry her.”

“eomma said not to keep secrets.”

“Aish. How about we also go to the beach and play in the water for a bit?”

Jiho grin widely. “Yes, I love the sand. eomma doesn’t have to know.”

“Can’t believe you would do this to Appa,” Yoongi tsked grabbing his hand and leaving the company.

“Can we also get Ramyeon as well?”

“Yeah. And Eggs, have a nice little lunch. We can get some on the way to the beach and eat there? How does that sound.”

“Sounds the best, appa.”

“I think so too.”

#bts fic #bts fanfction #min yoongi fanfic #min yoongi imagine #min yoongi x reader #bts imagine #min yoongi #yoongi x reader #yoongi imagine #suga of bts #suga fic #bts #dad yoongi

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rothjuje · 1 year

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The stars aligned and I had a glorious 3.5 hour phone date with my wife/CA bff. I have been an anxious mess and haven’t been able to relax enough to sleep well the past couple weeks and talking to her was like a sleeping pill, I was so relaxed I fell asleep instantly last night and stayed asleep.

I have some great people in my life. My wife/CA bff and my other two CA bffs (one like a sister that lives in TX now and one like a brother that relocated to Canada). In MA, I have my neighbor bff who helped me survive the move and generally keeps me sane, and my Jewish bff who I can always count on. Five people that I just love and appreciate a whole heck of a lot.

And Justin of course, but the unconditional love of a friend just hits different. Marriage is interesting, you have a partner who sacrifices so much for you, but you also sacrifice so much for them. It’s a lot of work and compromise. Especially with young kids. Some seasons are magical, and some seasons feel more like work. Ebb and flow.

Justin took the girls to Florida for his grandpa’s 90th birthday party. They’re having a blast. I’m here with George and he has been the chillest, sweetest dude the past couple days. I love watching his brain work. He hasn’t slept through the night in a month now (he’s been up twice a night, for up to 3 hours total, which is rough for me and for Justin, but the girls sleep through it and George’s mood seems unaffected the next day). Melatonin and magnesium have stopped working entirely. The only things that help is steady routine (a challenge for me who struggles to stick to schedules) and lots of outdoor time (a challenge when it’s wet and cold outside, which it has been for a month now).

I’ve always heard that the days are long but the years are short. How long is a day supposed to feel? I think time moves extra slow for me in general. Part of it is probably being a SAHM and another part anxiety, but my gosh it feels like weeks since Justin and the girls left and it’s only been 2.5 days.

I don’t know if I��ve talked about it much, but our cat is evil. She is very affectionate one second, and slices your hand open the next. A friend asked me the other day, “hey, what’s up with your cat?” It’s an unspoken rule that no children touch the cat. The cat loves Justin, probably because she knows he won’t touch her. So she’ll snuggle up to him and start purring and Justin‘s eyes grow wide and he says quietly “please get your cat away from me.”

Anyway. Evil cat was depressed in Texas. She didn’t want to socialize, she didn’t want to eat. She had a million hiding places and we could never find her. Here we sleep with the door open and now she sleeps next to me. And she is so happy, she follows me around everywhere and has gotten very fat. She is thriving. She still claws me sometimes, but not as often. Is this Stockholm syndrome from the traumatic move? Or just plain happiness that she’s not alone at night anymore? Maybe it’s both. Or! Maybe she’s happy Hef isn’t around to bother her anymore. Hmmm.

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knight-engale · 9 months

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The Best Present

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Pairing: Morgan x Rowan

@wiltingdecay Happy birthday, bestie!!! Hope you have a wonderful day! 💙

"I'm sorry, my spark… I'm going to miss it by a week." Morgan's expression was apologetic. "There was a supplier issue in port that set us back. We're scrambling to get back on track as quickly as possible, but we'll probably still get back to Vesuvia a handful of days late at best."

"Mórnkan, it's okay." Rowan reached out to touch the glass of the enchanted mirror. It was so off-putting to feel its cold, smooth surface instead of his wife's cheek. "I understand. I'll just hang out with Asra and Muriel like I usually do. Don't worry about it; you look stressed enough already."

Morgan pouted slightly. "I'm still sorry. It's not fair… The one time we get delayed…"

"I know. But I promise it's okay. I'm not upset."

"I know you're not." Morgan sighed. "I'll bring back something nice for you. To make up for it."

"Only if you want to."

"Of course. I…need to go now. I love you. See you soon."

"I love you too. See you soon." Rowan smiled as Morgan blew them a kiss, then ended the call. She was sweet to worry about this, but in all honesty, they rarely did much for their birthday anyway. It was disappointing that she wouldn't be home, but it wouldn't ruin their plans or anything. They'd understood that this might happen when they married her. The possibility of missing important days just came with the territory.

Still, that knowledge didn't stop his heart from aching at the thought of being separated for even longer. At the same time, he'd felt worse in the past.

Four monotonous days went by. The calls with Morgan had been shorter than usual, and she seemed so tired. It was probably a good thing that she wouldn't be there for Rowan's birthday (at least, that's what they told themself); she wouldn't have the energy to do much, which would make her feel even worse than she felt now. He missed hearing her go on about her day, though. She was so cute when she rambled about her daily life.

Rowan's birthday dawned bright and pleasantly warm. They went about their usual morning routine, and headed to the shop after breakfast. To his surprise, Asra was standing on the doorstep, his signature catlike grin on his face.

"Morning, Ro. Happy birthday."

"Thanks, but…why are you out here this early?"

"I couldn't just let you be alone on your birthday, could I?"

"I guess not. I thought we'd planned on me visiting you two this afternoon."

"I know. I figured I'd swing by in the morning, too. In fact…don't bother opening the shop today. You should come spend the whole day with us." His purple eyes sparkled. He had to be up to something.

"Asra, if you have anything hiding in a cake or something, I'm not interested."

"Aww, how did you know?" Asra laughed brightly. "Seriously though, come back to our place for the day. Muri has something for you and he's getting impatient, since he doesn't like visiting your new place."

"...Yeah, okay. You win." Rowan smiled a little as Asra took their hand, tugging them down the street. He wondered what they were doing. Then again, this wasn't that out of place for them.

One long walk later, they arrived at the cabin Muriel and Asra lived in. Asra paused to say hi to the chickens before they both went inside.

"Honey, I'm home!" Asra called as he stepped inside. His voice summoned Inanna, who promptly ran up to greet Rowan. Rowan laughed, crouching to give her a good head scratch.

"Hey, girl! How're you?"

Inanna let out a bark, as quiet as she could manage, then nudged their wedding pendant. Her head tilted to the side as she looked around for a moment, as if questioning where Morgan was.

"She's…away right now. She was supposed to come home last night, but…her schedule didn't work out."

Inanna whined.

"I know. I'm sad about it, too." They managed a little bit of a smile. "But it's alright. We'll have plenty of fun either way."

Inanna nuzzled them lightly, then trotted back to the fireplace. Rowan followed her and took a seat on the sofa. Soon enough, he and Asra were chatting about their lives recently; it had been a bit since they'd been able to have a properly long talk.

The morning passed by more quickly than it had in weeks. It turned out that the gift Muriel had apparently been impatient to give them was a wooden relief carving of a large, intricate tree with a sun and moon in the sky above it. It would be perfect as wall art for his and Morgan's home. He wondered where they'd put it.

Now, he and Asra were heading back to Rowan's place. Asra had been insistent on having pizza for lunch, but they didn't have all the ingredients. Rowan's place was a little further away, but it meant not spending extra on ingredients they already had. At least, that was what Asra said.

Rowan pulled one of the front doors open when they arrived, and was greeted by a familiar smell. A smell that shouldn't have been there; there shouldn't be anyone in the villa at all, let alone anyone cooking. It was faint, though. They could have been imagining it. Asra didn't notice it…or if they did, they didn't care.

"Which way is the kitchen again?"

"To the left…" Rowan wandered down the short hall that led to the kitchen and dining room. As soon as he was in view of the kitchen, every muscle in their body froze.

There, in the kitchen, was Morgan. She was working on beef stew (and from the scent of it, there was also bread in the oven), and wore a particularly revealing dress. She looked up from the stove when she heard footsteps, a bright smile spreading across her face.

"What…"

"Surprise! Happy birthday, darling." Morgan walked over, laughing when they pulled her close.

"You said… I thought…"

"I thought we would be, but I was wrong. We got in late last night… Asra offered to help me surprise you."

Rowan looked over their shoulder, but it seemed their friend had slipped away to give them a moment. He looked down at his wife with wide eyes. Her own green eyes sparkled with laughter.

"And I did get you plenty of presents, they're wrapped up in our room…"

They laughed incredulously. She was really thinking about gifts? "Oh, stuff the presents! I already have the best present I could ask for. You're home."

Morgan blushed, then squeaked as Rowan kissed her. Their arms wrapped around her waist, and hers wound around their neck.

"You're home," Rowan murmured softly once they finally pulled back.

"I'm home… I love you."

"I love you too. Come on…lunch is ready."

#morgan drakos #rowan aisling #when the sun loves the moon #lina's writing #fluff! fluff that caters to hopefully more than just me jddhhdh #more fics that are set in the weird limbo post-marriage but pre-kids bc we aren't 100% sure exactly when they have alina

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CHAPTER 23

THE NANNY: CHAPTER 23

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: Working and single parenting is not easy. Andy needs to find a nanny for his son Jacob. Annie, an education degree student at Lasell University, comes to their lives just in time for the big changes in Andy’s life.

Warnings: Language, I think that’s it.

A/N: The witch is back.

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Word count: 1801

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Annie walked into the house a little past 4 p.m. after a girls’ day out with Sharon. She left the house around noon and let her boys by themselves. The house was in complete silence, the dining table was a complete mess, water colors and paper sheets scattered over it, dirty plates in the sink. She then walked to the living room that looked like a warzone, not better than the dining room. Andy was sleeping with Jake on his chest, paint and stickers all over their faces and clothes and messy hair. Annie just shook her head and smiled, she took Jake in her arms and took him to his room. She went back to the living room and touched Andy’s cheek with the back of her hand.

“Baby,” Andy hummed, “I’m home. Did you have fun?” Andy hummed again and she giggled. Annie leaned in and give him a small kiss “Great job, daddy.” Andy turned to his side and started snoring while Annie left the room to let him rest a bit more before waking him up to clean up their mess.

Saturday, August 20th, Jake’s birthday was finally here. Annie totally convinced Jake to have a Harry Potter team party and asked every guess to dress as one of the characters except the main character because of course Jake had to be dressed as Harry Potter. It has been two weeks since Andy talked to Lynn and they agreed on letting Andy have the afternoons free to spend more time with Jake. They have seen progress, Jake’s nightmares were ceasing, and when he had them were not about the monster. The dynamic was definitely changing, Annie took care of Jake in the mornings so Andy could spend the whole afternoon with him, she would tag alone if Jake insisted but in the most part it was just the two of them. The bond Jake and Andy were creating was evident, Annie couldn’t be happier to see how Jake was enjoying the company of his dad. They played ball in the back yard, Andy read stories to him before bed, they went out by themselves, and Andy sometimes even share and explain his work to Jake, so he could understand what he did and why his job was important in helping people.

It was around noon when Annie was setting the tables ready in the back yard. His brother and sister in law had already arrived, baby Denisse dressed as dobby was the cutest thing ever with a little sock sewed to her costume.

“Andy?!” Annie called him, from the beginning of the stairs. “Our friends are here. Come on!” no response, she smiled “Be right back.”

Anthony and his wife were dress as some Gryffindor students, while Sharon and Seb of course were dressed as Bellatrix and a death eater. These two have been dating since they met at Alessandro’s, and to be honest they were perfect for each other. Mark and his boyfriend opted to be Neville and Draco.

Annie walked to their room, Andy was hidden in the bathroom and she knocked at the door.

“Come on big guy.”

“I look stupid!”

“I’m sure you don’t, come on, let me see you.”

“No! I’m not coming out!”

“Oh please! It’s Jake’s birthday! He is going to be sad if you don’t come down.”

“Why didn’t you rent a Dumbledore costume?!”Andy opened the door and came out, the beard was absolutely ridiculous, it looked like a dead animal, and she couldn’t help but laughed.

“Ok! I’m not coming down!” But Annie grabbed him by the arm.

“No, I’m sorry, is just that beard is too much! But you don’t look bad. Although the clothes are a bit loose on you.”

“Of course they are! We are talking about a giant!”

“Ok, Hagrid is not a full giant.” Annie looked for the bag were the costume was. “I thought this included a belly.”

“It does, but I don’t like it.” Andy walked in the bathroom and came out holding some kind of rounded pillow.

“Ok, let’s put it on, I wanna see.” Annie put the fake belly between Andy’s pants and his shirt. “Hmmm, looks good to me, sexy chubby man.” She hugged him and winked at him, “Next Christmas you’re gonna be Santa, can’t wait to sit on your lap daddy.”

“I look fucking ridiculous.”

“Tell you what. If you come out like this and use the costume the whole party, I’ll let you put it anywhere.”

“Anywhere?” Andy lifted his eyebrow.

“Yes, baby. Anywhere, and you know I am a woman of my word.”

“Alright! Let’s do this!” Andy walked out of the room and down the stairs. It was impossible for every adult to hold their laugh. “Yeah, ha-ha, very funny.”

“You look ridiculous man.” Anthony said while laughing.

“I hope you don’t look like that when you get older.” Seb commented.

“Shut up both of you, he looks adorable!”

“I don’t like adorable, honey.”

“Ok, how about fucking sexy?”

“My god! Now you shut up, I don’t want to hear my little sister talking like that to some Harry Potter character, is gross.”

“Fine, I’m going to help Jake with his costume, you can go to the back, and beers are on the fridge.”

Five minutes later, Jake and Annie walked out to the back yard, Some of Jake’s friends were already there, including his neighbor Luis. Jake was so excited to see his dad dressed as Hagrid, and Andy, once he saw his son’s reaction, knew every prank Anthony and Seb did today will be worth it. The magician came around 3 p.m. and all the kids were ecstatic when he did the tricks, he even put Jake to help him in one of his acts. Around 6, some of the kids and their moms started to leave, but the rest of their friends remain in the yard, drinking and hanging out.

“Can I take off my costume now, honey?”

“Sure, baby. My promise stands still.” She winked at him and he ran to his room to change into a t-shirt and sweets. He was coming out the bathroom when his phone dinged. A text of an unknown number.

“Hi, Andy. Long time without talking.”

“Who is this?”

“Oh, that’s right! I changed my number. How about if you call me and see who am I, after all it’s been 3 years since you last saw me. It will be nice to catch up.”

Andy’s blood froze. When he read those last words he knew exactly who this person was. He dial the number and she immediately answered.

“Hello, my love.”

“Don’t call me that!” The nickname she used to call him stunk deep. “The fuck you want Laurie?”

“Ouch! So rude!”

“Fuck you! You left three years ago! You left your own son alone! How do you want me to treat you?! He was one! What kind of mother does that?! Never mind, don’t say anything! I already know the answer.”

“Come out, and let’s talk.”

Andy walked to the window and saw her standing right across the street and she waved her hand.

“How do you know where I live?”

“Come down and I’ll tell you.”

“No, get the fuck back to New York. You won’t ruin Jake’s birthday.”

“Such a special day to come back and see my son. I am an excellent birthday present.”

“No, you’re not! And he is no longer your son, he is mine. You send me that letter resigning to your parent’s rights remember?! Leave my family alone Laurie, I’m warning you.”

“Family? Andy you don’t have a family. You wanted to play the big happy family with me when I was fucking miserable! But you were too fucking busy trying to impress your boss to notice! Who else do you got? Your mother is dead and your dad is in jail.” Andy’s breath hitched “What? You thought I didn’t know? I found out about your dad before I left you. Poor little Andy is all alone.”

“I’m not alone, I have friends, I have Jake and I have...”

“Who? The nanny? So plain, certainly not better than me. Thought you had better taste.”

“Don’t you dare to talk about her! She is more of a mother than you ever were to Jake!”

“Yeah, whatever. But tell me, does your precious little nanny know about your dad? Does Jake know he has a grandfather?”

“If he doesn’t know about your existence, trust me he doesn’t know about my so called father.”

“Oh but I could tell him! Families don’t have secrets Andy, and you have been hiding so much shit just for everyone to think you are not fucked up.”

“What do you want?”

“I want my son back, and either we can do this the easy way or the hard way, you choose.” And she hang off the phone. Andy looked back again outside the window the phone still against his ear and saw her living in a white Audi.

“Baby! Why are you taking so long?”

“What?” Andy turned to see Annie.

“Oh, you’re on the phone, I’m sorry.”

“No, I just finish.” He put the phone in the pocket of his sweats.

“Great! Guess what? Sam’s mom told me Jake’s school is looking for a teacher assistant, I have to go there next Monday and give a sample class.”

“That’s amazing honey, I’m sure you’ll do great.” Andy turned to see once more to the window and made sure Laurie was no longer there.

“Wanna come with me? Our friends still down stairs, we are planning to play charades.”

“What?”

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah…”

“You sure? You look pale. Who were you talking to?”

“Ammm Lynn, it was Lynn, she was telling me about this case I have to take care of next Monday.”

“Oh! Is it bad? You seem disturbed.”

“It’s fucking messed up.”

“I’m sorry baby,” She went to hug him and give him a kiss, “I’m sure you’ll do great.” Andy still seemed off, “Do you want me to tell everyone to leave? It can be just us, watch a movie, or we can play charades with Jake. And later I can help you relax, remember my offer.”

“I’m not in the mood honey. Not tonight.” He took a deep breath, “Let’s go play” He gave her a tight smile and walked towards the door.

“Andy,” she reached for his arm, “You know you can talk to me about anything right?”

“Yes, I know honey. Just a though case, nothing to worry about, ok?”

She nodded and walked together to meet their friends. The game of charades making Andy forget for a while Laurie’s call, but knowing very well she was not going to leave town that easily.

#andy barber #andybarber #andy barber fic #andy barber fanfic #the nanny fic #andy x reader #andy x annie #andy x nanny #annie johnson #jacob barber #Defending Jacob #defendingjacob #andy annie and jacob

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