#Adira Heavenly

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I'm shyly peeking around the corner of your beautiful Bangathon.

Spinning the wheel brought me one of my favorites: SPOONING.

Pedro boy...I can't decide between Ezra, Pero, and Oberyn but think you'd do heavenly things with any of them.

I'm so glad you're using your conference time for filth. I'm so proud of you. <3

Adira! Welcome to the Bangathon! Spooning is such an underrated position, and while I love it for all the boys, Ezra is calling to me...

Pairing: Ezra x F!Reader

Position: Spooning

Word Count: 999 (this pleases me)

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, unprotected PiV sex (don't be a fool, wrap your tool), little bit of oral (f receiving), fingering, biting and drawing blood, rough sex, a moment of consensual somnophilia (though it's a little gray in the beginning).

Notes: Oh my god, I meant for this to be a sweet little thing because your writing is so soft and gentle and then Ezra just went and made it filthy. I am hiding my face in my hands. This is like someone dropping off the ingredients for a birthday cake and I bake a huge anatomical penis instead. Oh boy.

There’s only so much a man can be expected to endure in tight quarters for so many cycles, and you’re pushing him to the edge of sanity.

First it was the showers, too noisy for him not to imagine how the water traced your curves. 

Then it was the heat, stripping you both down to compression shorts, a cropped bra barely covering the sumptuous breasts he wanted to savor.

But now you’re testing the last threads of his resolve, curled on your side slicked with sweat and sleep. The flimsy blanket slipped to pool in the hollow of your back, the gusset of your panties peeking from between your thighs. 

For a moment Ezra contemplates if just the sight would be enough for him to get off, circling his cock inside his boxers and letting a few pumps bring him to attention. But the cotton is damp and sticks to your lips, so close he could trace them with his bionic fingers. Your body calls to him, shifting ever so slightly to arch your back more. 

“Kevva be damned,” he rasps to himself, dropping to his knees and leaning down to nose at your cunt. The first inhale of your sex pulls a groan deep from his chest, rumbling too loud. He’ll wake you at this rate, and his cock can’t decide what he enjoys better, your body sleep-pliant and unaware or your wide eyes staring up at him.

Another inhale, and this time he runs his tongue along your slit, pressing in where your clit should be. A sharp gasp alerts him.

“Forgive me, nightingale, but you have driven me wild for too long to deny a taste,” he bemoans, not an ounce of apology in his rakish voice. 

“Ezra,” you breathe out, and to his delight you grind against his touch, pressing an open kiss between your thighs and nuzzling his nose in.

“A sweeter word has never fallen from your lips,” he husks, dragging his prominent nose up between your cheeks and following the path of your spine, stopping to drop a messy lick here, a ring of teeth there. You squirm under his touch but don’t shy away, keening until his lips finally press to your neck. He fits himself against your back, the thick humidity making your skin slide. 

“Ezra, please, I want…” you plead, and his cock aches at how wrecked you sound from just the simplest touches. He cannot wait to see how much more desperate he can make you. 

“I know what you want, my little nightingale,” he coos, tucking his bionic arm under your head while sliding his fingers along your stomach. Your skin is hot under the tips, catching on little patches of hair and the ridges of scars. You both had stories to share with the maps of your body, and Ezra could finally learn them.

“Want you inside me,” you whisper, and he has to bite his lower lip to stop from taking you right then. 

“Can’t say that so sweetly, I’ll ruin this if you let me,” he teases, cupping your cunt and roughly rubbing. You back into his hips, his jutting cock nestling into your plump ass. Dropping his forehead to your shoulder, he ruts in time with his wandering fingers. Slipping underneath your panties, he pulls a surprised moan from your throat when he dips two thick fingers inside, cursing at the slick tightness.

“Do you know how hard it has been, resisting this sweet nectar?” he growls, curling his fingers to shred against the devastating spot inside you. He wants you clenching and wailing, soaking him and begging for more. He needs your body like air, if only you’d give it to him.

“Then don’t,” you toss back, blood roaring in Ezra’s ears. “Don’t resist.”

Ezra has been a better man of late, but hearing your permission - Kevva, even your desire - has him yanking your wrist into your panties, roughly pulling them to the side.

“Fuck, touch yourself,” he orders, using the wetness coating his fingers to slick his cock. Sliding the head through your folds, your keening moan is all it takes for him to sheath himself in one powerful stroke. 

He can’t wait, as soon as he’s in your blissful heat he’s snapping his hips, every thrust exploding inside his groin. Planting one foot, he cages you in, pressing you tight to his chest, snarling into the shell of your ear. Every punch of his cock into your g-spot tears out another ragged wail, but once he sets the pace you’re pushing back against him just as greedily. 

“My sweet companion, wet and ready for me the moment I want it. How many nights did you wait for me, hoping for this cock inside you?” Ezra covers your hand, fingers sliding together in the mess to stroke your clit. 

“Every…fuck, every night, Ez. Wanted it…every night,” you gasp, and if the hunger inside him wasn’t raging by then it was an inferno at your admission. Sinking his teeth into your shoulder, he yanks you back against his rapid thrusts, white heat blossoming as his jaw clamps hard. Copper suddenly dances on his tongue, a sharp shock that makes him release, but in that moment you cum around his cock, tossing him over the edge to spill inside your pulsing cunt. Both of you gasp and tremble in this embrace, Ezra’s eyes finally opening to see two small beads of blood where his incisors bit in too deep. He laps his tongue over them, followed by a softer kiss than he thought it possible for his cautious heart.

“Nightingale, in my lust I’ve been a little too rough with you,” he murmurs, hissing when you slide off him and turn in his arms. Studying your face, he preens at the quirk of your smile.

“Good, then I can leave my own marks on you next.”

Ezra thanks Kevva for long trips across the galaxy and his undeserved luck.

“Anywhere that delights you.”

END

LJ’s Bangathon 2023

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A full alphabetical list of Centauri given names I've heard, both canon and noncanon, partially for shits and giggles and partially so I can see all the phoneme data. Notes will also be made on pronunciation as best I can and names that are being pronounced or romanized incorrectly in canon- some of them are surprising.

The only name that's been excluded here is Vir's original birth name, as the one in my system has asked not to be deadnamed under any circumstances. This is unique to him, as deadnames aren't as emphasized in our culture, but I'm choosing to respect it of course.

Surnames will probably be a different list.

Adiros (AH-dear-OHS), masculine, trans. Adirya

Possible Meaning: "Son (who brings the family) Pride"

An extremely popular male given name that's comparable to John. A good John Smith Centauri name could be something like Adiros Lopena or Adiros Refa (or Adiros Mollari, if Ilamphboran). Adirya is the corrected spelling of Adira, who was a trans woman in my canon.

A popular diminutive for this name is Addir, especially for trans men who choose it. The trans woman's version of the diminutive is Adya

Affora (AH-for-UH), feminine, trans Affir

Possible Meaning: "Hearth, Home"

Anck (Anghk), feminine, trans. Anir or Ancir

Possible Meaning: None, a single phoneme popular as a girl's name that probably originated as a diminutive of some sort.

Ancori (AH-nkor-EE), masculine, trans. Ancoya

Possible Meaning: "Proud (and) Sturdy"

Anto (AHN-toh), masculine, trans. Anya

Possible Meaning: "Dawn"; possibly originally a name for someone who wakes early. Timeline corrected version of Antono Refa's name.

Caphra (CAH-phruh), masculine, trans. Capya

Possible Meaning: "Precious & Tenacious"

Cartaja (KAR-tah-GUH), masculine, trans. Cartaya or Cartya

Possible Meaning: "Precious & Lucky", also the traditional name of one of the brighter stars in the night sky of Centauri Prime, holding similar use and significance to Polaris on earth. Timeline corrected version of Cartagia's name.

A popular diminutive for this name is "Taja."

Fiev (FEE-iv), masculine, trans. Fiya

Possible Meaning: "Clever"

Fressea/Fressia (FRESH-uh), masculine, trans. Fressya or Freya

Possible Meaning: Ilampbhoran version of an unknown mainlander name (theory is "Fraja" which means "Compassionate (to me)"

Gola (GO-luh), feminine, trans. Golir

Possible Meaning: "Peace"; occurs mostly in Ilampbhoran.

Ilaai (ii-AY), feminine, trans. Ilair or Ilir

Possible Meaning: Unknown/None (il and aai are both phonemes)

Ilakiri (ii-AH-keer-EE), unisex, rare.

Possible Meaning: A combination of Ilaai or Ilair/Ilir and perhaps a corruption of the Narn name Ki'ie. Only known example was the half-Narn hybrid Ilakiri Lopena.

Jano (JAH-no), masculine, trans Jaya

Possible Meaning: Probably "Deep Root"; from the word Jania which simply means "Root" and the sound O which lends the idea of strength to male names.

Jileen (Jeh-leh-AHN), feminine, trans Jilir

Possible Meaning: "Divine, Heavenly"; a traditional name for one of the more famous stars in the night sky of Centauri Prime.

Kizza (Kih-ZUH), unisex, rare

Possible Meaning: A modern name used by some gender transgressive Centauri, combining the feminine Ki sound and the masculine Za.

Kovo (KOH-VOH), masculine, trans. Koya

Possible Meaning: "Mirth"

Lomak (LOM-achk), masculine, trans. Lomni or Lomi

Possible Meaning: Sosovovan name referring to a kind of fast growing weed.

Londo (Lahn-doh), masculine, trans. Lonya or Loya

Possible Meaning: "(strength of) will", from a word that refers to stonelike hardiness. Only found on Ilampbhora, where it enjoys considerable popularity. Obviously the best Centauri name of all time.

Maris (MAR-ees), masculine, trans. Maya

Possible Meaning: Occupational name originally for a man whose family is employed in local law enforcement.

Mareel (MAR-eel), feminine, trans. Marir or Mir

Possible Meaning: Timeline corrected version of Mariel Mollari's name. Occupational name originally for a woman who's family was employed in tailoring.

Meelo (ME-low), masculine, trans. Meeya

Possible Meaning: "Obedient"; timeline corrected version of Milo Virini's name.

Paja (PAH-jah), masculine, trans. Paya

Possible Meaning: "For Me, I Am Lucky"; also an emotive name describing a quality of Centauri masculinity that is considerate, thoughtful and thorough.

Rema (REE-muh), feminine, trans. Remir

Possible Meaning: Occupational name originally for a woman whose family was employed in blacksmithing.

Reeko/Rikko (REE-koh), masculine, trans. Riya

Possible Meaning: "Eager, Swift"

Sidra (Sid-RAH), masculine, trans. Sidya or Siya

Possible Meaning: Name originally for a man whose family were local landowners.

Sil (Sill), masculine, trans Sini or Sni

Possible Meaning: Sosovovan name meaning 'gentle; at ease.'

Soven (SOH-vehn), masculine, trans. Sovya

Possible Meaning: "Destined (for) Greatness"

Teemanck (TEEM-anghk), feminine, trans. Teemvir or Teevir

Possible Meaning: Timeline corrected version of Timov Mollari's name. A Teemanck is a kind of teal blue flowering plant native to the foothills of Arrul Varis.

The transmasc version is one of a handful of names that contributed to the existence of the popular diminutive and proper name Vir.

Urza (UR-zah), masculine, trans. Urya or Uya

Possible Meaning: An emotive word describing an aspect of Centauri masculinity that is intense, mercurial, and energetic.

Vir (VEER or VREER), masculine

Possible Meaning: Diminutive of names with this particle and also a proper name in its own right. Usually a trans man's name, adapted from a woman's name with the traditionally transmasc ir suffix, but popular enough to be found used by cis men occasionally too.

The canon spelling is more or less correct; however it should be noted that this name traditionally involves a "purring" rolled R sound along with the V sound. This sound is made by applying forward pressure to the tongue ridges, making it difficult for other species to replicate precisely, though approximations are possible.

Virini (VEER-ahn-AYE), masculine, trans Vinya or Viya

Possible Meaning: lit. "(the) Younger Vir" fig. "Son of Vir." This is both a common surname and given name.

Vole (Vohl-AY), masculine, trans Voya

Possible Meaning: An emotive word describing an aspect of Centauri masculinity that is stable, calm, and authoritative.

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Tangled Headcanon: Mandate of the Heavens

Largely for use in my own stories, but I don’t mind sharing it here...

Basically the idea is that the major faith in the world of Tangled is the Mandate of the Heavens, an interpretation of different heavenly bodies as divine figures. Some are associated with specific trades, others with larger concepts like creation and destruction and history, some have a more local significance. There’s no sense of historical overview or cosmogony, except where the followers of the Mandate faced persecution by (and rebellion from) followers of older faiths; as far as the Faith is concerned, the Heavens have always been there, and anything else is just a matter of looking. This would be the faith practiced in Corona, where for obvious reasons the Sun is most prominent, but similar chapels and cathedrals are found across the Seven Kingdoms and their allies.

(Church? Chapel? Technically...)

For a list of the Heavenly Bodies:

The Sun

-Associated With: healing, order, and immortality; Corona

-Day of Worship: Sunday

-Known Followers: Eugene, Frederic, Arianna, Xavier, Monty, Feldspar, Stan, Pete, Yong

The Moon

-Associated With: creation and destruction, cycles, the seas, and change; the Dark Kingdom

-Day of Worship: Monday

-Known Followers: Edmund, Hector, Adira, Quirin, Varian, Catalina

The Stars

-Associated With: history, orphans and outcasts, and prediction; Bayangor

-Day of Worship: Saturday

-Known Followers: Rapunzel, Angry, Lance, Ulla, Donella, Nuru

The Messenger (Planet)

-Associated With: rationality and reasoning, adaptability, writers, messengers, thieves and tricksters

-Day of Worship: Wednesday

-Known Followers: Calliope, the Keeper of the Spire

The Evenstar (Planet)

-Associated With: beauty, compassion, comfort and ease, love and lovers, wealth, order and ritual; Neserdnia

-Day of Worship: Friday

-Known Followers: the Baron, Stalyan

The Warrior (Planet)

-Associated With: strength, energy, sailors, soldiers, athletes; Neserdnia

-Day of Worship: Tuesday

The Lost King (Planet)

-Associated With: healing, good fortune, miracles, religion, gamblers, rulers, protectors; Ingvarr

-Day of Worship: Thursday

The Reaper (Planet)

-Associated With: balance, karma, duty, farmers, guards and judges, justice, death

-Day of Worship: Saturday

-Known Followers: Captain (technically), Cassandra (occasionally)

Path of the Birds (Galaxy)

-Associated With: cycles, the afterlife; Vardaros, Koto

-Day of Worship: Wednesday

-Known Followers: Quaid, Vex

The Dome of the Heavens (Sky)

-Associated With: travellers and adventurers, astronomers and priests, cosmic balance; Pittsford

-Day of Worship: Thursday

-Known Followers: Captain, Cassandra, Hugo

The Celestial Lights (Aurora)

-Associated With: the afterlife, spirits; Galcrest

-Day of Worship: Wednesday

So! What do you think?

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Depths of Love - Oneshot

Pairing: Agent Whiskey/Jack Daniels x female reader

Warnings: angst, cussing

Requested?: Yes by @iamwarrenspeace - A year later reader is back in Denver and running her dream business along with having a healthy, beautiful baby. Jack is released from prison and finds her. What will become of these two broken hearted lovers?

Quote: “Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.” - George Eliot

Agony of Parting - Part One

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One year later

Jack sits quietly at the oblong wooden table inside Champ’s office. He’s given the Statesman valuable information regarding a few people he was in league with prior to the misfortune of getting arrested and returning as a criminal. Once the people were obtained, Champ kept his word and was promising to let Jack go.

“My apologies Jack,” Champ remarks as he makes his way towards the table.

“It’s fine sir.” Jack states as he watches his former boss take a seat at the head of the table.

“I wanted to make sure all my t’s were crossed before I gave you information I have.”

Jack perks up, “what information?”

Champ sighs heavily, “I know Y/N hasn’t visited you in quite some time. I’ve kept tabs on her, making sure all is good. And well,” Champ pauses, “I wanted to pass along she has returned to Denver.”

The older gentleman did not need to divulge anymore. He knew what you were doing career and life wise. Champ needed Jack to figure that out on his own.

“She left me in the dust sir. I, uh, I don’t think she wants to see me.” Jack stutters as a wave of emotion washes over him.

Champ leans forward, “I think it’s best you see her Jack. I wouldn’t be tellin’ you this unless I thought was of grave importance.”

You have a child, Champ’s mind screams.

Jack eyes his former boss. The older gentleman was right. Jack lets out a breath.

“You have no one Jack,” Champ remarks, “but you could have someone. She was a part of your life Jack. You proposed to her and she said yes. Don’t let your actions account for what could be now that you are free.”

Jack’s heart sinks in his chest as he relives the day you left him alone in the prison.

He knew you had been right about him comparing you to Lela. He could not believe he was foolish enough to hold onto her for so long when he had finally found you. Jack should have buried Lela’s memory, along with the unborn child’s, the day he knew he loved you.

“She won’t want to see me.”

“I know you’ve changed Jack. Prison does that to a man. Let her see you’ve changed. Let her see Lela and the unborn child are behind you.”

Champ had visited Jack once a week. The old man felt sorry for Jack especially when Y/N didn’t come around for another visit. Champ had become Jack’s therapist in a way, helping him sort out his life, who he loved, and how he could be free from the prison he was in.

Jack sighs heavily as he stands, “Y/N said it was over. She didn’t want anything to do with me.”

Champ raises his eyes to look into Jack’s. “Find her Jack. As a friend, I beg of you to find her. Talk with her,” Champ pauses, “be kind.”

Jack nods curtly, turns on his heel and leaves.

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You pull the cookie sheet from the oven and place it on the counter. The smell of cinnamon rolls over the bakery.

“Smells delicious Y/N,” Lisa remarks as she walks over with your daughter, Adira.

The four-month-old smiles widely at you as you begin to place homemade cinnamon rolls on a cooling rack. You reach out and pinch her cheek lightly. You keep your eyes focused on her face.

Your parents had said she was the splitting image of you when you were born. Yet when you look at her you saw Jack in those deep brown eyes of hers. Your mind often thinks of him, recalling the happy years you spent together before everything came crashing down a year ago.

You wonder about the day when Jack gets released. You aren’t scared of facing him, you’re more concerned about him finding out about Adira and him becoming angered because you left out the tiny detail of being pregnant when you saw him last. Therefore, giving him the ammunition to be in his daughter’s life.

“Your mind is wondering off again,” Lisa states lightly.

You grab the made from scratch icing and begin to ice the rolls. “Just thinking.”

“About Jack?”

You wince at the name, and how right she is. “You know me too well.”

“I am your best friend. Same high school, college.”

“I know,” you turn and face her, “and you let me crash with you. You were there with me when I told my parents about the pregnancy. Were with me during the process of buying this place and starting the bakery.”

You had feared your parents wouldn’t like you being a single parent, but they supported you after you informed them of Jack’s situation and once their granddaughter was born they were enamored with her and spoiled her rotten.

Before Adira was born you knew you wanted to open a bakery. It was a dream of yours. You loved to bake. You did it often growing up, did it plenty back in N.Y.C.

“I love these sweets darlin’,” Jack’s voice drawls in your mind, “but you’re still the sweetest treat ever.”

You shake your head and push Jack’s words aside. You didn’t need him invading your thoughts. You were free of him and was hoping you’d never see him again. You know you’ve done well for yourself over the last year. You were a single mom running your own business, and you knew you were capable of anything.

You focus on washing the few pieces of dirty dishes as Lisa opens the bakery for the day. A line of people walk in ready to get their morning coffee and breakfast pastries.

*

The afternoon comes quickly but you know it drags on, especially since it’s Thursday. You sit at the counter planning out next week’s special treats. May fourth is amongst the dates on your piece of paper. You’ve thought about making cookies in the shape of Darth Vader helmets, Yoda’s head, and even the Millennium Falcon.

Your mind is focused on the list, you don’t pay attention to the person who walks in and begins scanning the small bakery. The place is empty save you. Lisa had taken Adira to a daycare around the corner. You’ll pick her up when you close the shop at five.

“Smells like heaven,” the voice drawls.

You stop writing as the familiar voice reaches your ears. You never thought you’d be hearing it again so soon, or even at all.

You look up and into Jack’s deep brown eyes. Your heart quickens at the sight of him. He looks freshly groomed – well trimmed haircut and mustache. He’s without his beloved Stetson as he wears a long-sleeved black button down top and blue jeans. You can smell the cologne he always wears.

Jack takes in your look of bewilderment as he stands in front of the cash register. You’re a heavenly sight to his eyes. It had taken him a couple of days to find out where you were. He had to plead with a contact at the Denver P.D. about doing a search on you.

When he finally got the information, Jack had watched the bakery for a day. His nerves getting the best of him because he wanted to wait till you were alone to speak with you. And now he had his opportunity.

“Jack,” you whisper.

“Y/N,” Jack drawls in return.

“What, uh, what are you doing here? How did you find me?”

Jack shrugs, “I was let go. Gave the Statesman some valuable information. I was able to beseech an old connection with the D.P.D. about doing a search for you.”

Right, you think. You remember Jack knowing some of the police officers working for various departments in the area when you had begun dating.

“Yet you knew I was back here?” You retort with slight anger.

Jack shrugs, “this was your home. Is your home. The only place you know. When we talked about having a family, we talked about me transferring permanently back here so you could have their support since I had no one.”

Even though I’d have you, you think. Because you knew he’d be a great father to his child. He’d be wrapped around their finger for life.

Your heart swells as you think of the possible scenarios Jack and Adira would have as a father and daughter – their first fight, meeting the dates who will take her out, walking her down the aisle, holding a grandchild.

And where would you be? Would you be with them, living together? Taking Jack back and loving him? Because a part of you still did – he is the father of your child. The precious gift you had been bestowed with by the man standing in front of you.

“I would like to talk to you. Explain things.” Jack remarks.

You nod your head as you walk from around the corner, towards a clean and empty table.

Jack sits across from you, “I’m glad you opened a bakery. You’re the best baker I’ve ever known.”

You blush, “thank you Jack.”

“You’re most welcome.”

Silence stretches wide between the both of you as you gaze into each other’s eyes. Both of you remembering and reliving the past you shared together.

Jack clears his throat, “I want to first and foremost apologize for my actions. I shouldn’t have done what I did which led to me becoming a criminal and you walking away from me,” Jack pauses, “I’d like to apologize for comparing you to Lela. You were right all those months ago when you visited me. I shouldn’t have compared you to her. I should have buried her in the past, where she belongs. It’s where she is now, along with the unborn child. They are both behind me Y/N,” Jack reaches across the table and takes your hands into his, “I want, I need a future with you. I love you,” he removes one hand from your skin and reaches into a pocket. He pulls out the ring he had given you then you had given him in return, “I want to marry you. Have a family. Support you in this bakery endeavor. I will find a job – to support us, to support the children we’ll have.”

You absorb the words Jack spews out. You let them sink in. Part of you wanted him to be a part of your life again because it would be beneficial to Adira. He needed to know his daughter. Jack needed to know he created another life.

“Jack, I—” you begin but you’re interrupted by someone coming into the bakery.

“Y/N!”

You stand and smile at the gentleman who walks in. He’s become a regular, he’s also a flirt.

“Rob,” you smile as you make your way behind the counter, “what may I get for you today?”

“Your world-famous snickerdoodles, and a few chocolate chips.” Rob says with a flirtatious smile.

“Anything else?” You say as you grab a bag and tongs.

“How’s Adira?”

You smile, “she’s good. At daycare.”

Rob eyes roam over you as you tie the bag then head to the register. He moves to the register as well. “She’s beautiful just like her mom.”

You swallow and smile. Your heart racing in your chest. He always flirted every time he came in but today Jack was here. You take this chance to fully look at Rob. He has short ginger hair, mahogany colored eyes. Light fuzz covers his cheeks. Your eyes then move down the small seating area and land on Jack who’s looking at you with a raised brow. You instantly melt at his gaze.

You turn to Rob, “on the house Rob. Just this once.”

Rob laughs lightly, “thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you sigh as you hand over the bag of cookies then watch him depart the bakery.

Jack gets up from the table. He moves his eyes between you and the gentleman. He sees the gentleman smile at you as he takes the bag. A tinge of jealousy rolls over him. Jack wonders about the men who’ve flirted with you, wondered how many have been between your legs.

Jack waits till the man is gone. He takes long strides towards you and walks behind the counter. He pulls you into his arms and captures your mouth. He feels your hands travel up his arms and loop around his neck. He rejoices when you open your mouth and let him in. He relishes in how you taste of sugar and honey.

Your body overheats as Jack’s hands move down your back. You’ve had no one else since him. No one else has made your body vibrate like he has since he first kissed you years ago outside a rundown bar.

He had done the same then as he had now. Taken big steps and brushed his mouth with yours. He had wanted to make sure you never forgot him, and you hadn’t.

You pull faintly away from Jack, cup his cheek, “I need to tell you something.”

“What?”

You let out a breath, “I’d rather show you.”

Jack feels lost once you step out of his arms. He watches you scribble on a scrap piece of paper. You hand it over to him and he traces a finger over an address.

“Meet me at seven.” You knew the man needed to meet his daughter. “Dinner and I will show you what you need to know.”

“I don’t know if I can wait,” Jack drawls.

You reach out and cup his cheek. Your thumb strokes his soft skin. “Please Jack. If you love me, you’ll wait and show up.”

Jack takes your outstretched hand, kisses the inside of your wrist. “I’ll wait and see you at seven.”

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Lisa looks at you quizzically. “You’re really going to let Jack meet her?”

“Yes,” you sigh out, “he’s her father.”

“I know Y/N. But what if he wants the whole nine yards? You back with him and married, raising Adira together?”

You shrug, “he said he loved me. He said the ghost was behind him.”

“You believe him?”

“His words were genuine. He looked like a changed man, sounded like a changed man.”

Lisa embraces you tightly, “I just, I want to make sure you think long and hard before you agree to get back together with him. I was here when he wasn’t. I was your rock when he fucked everything up.”

You hug Lisa in return, “I know. I love you. He needs to know about his daughter. That’s all that matters.”

You were still hesitant about being with Jack, but he deserved to know about his daughter.

Lisa steps back and smiles, “call me if you need anything. I’ll be at my parents which isn’t far away.”

“I know. Now go.”

Lisa smiles weakly and grabs her purse. “Alright. I’ll see you later.”

You walk her to the door, “you will, and I’ll be fine.”

Lisa nods her head, opens the door, and leaves you alone in the house you share.

*

Jack rings the doorbell promptly at seven. He smiles widely and holds out a bouquet of roses as you open the door.

You smile in return and take the roses. You inhale their scent, which brings your mind back to the night he proposed. You push the memory aside as you usher him in.

“Let me get these in some water,” you murmur as you walk into the kitchen.

Jack takes in the open and expansive floor plan. “You’ve done well.”

“This is my best friend’s house. I’ve been staying here since I returned.” You remark.

“And where’s the roommate tonight?”

“At her parents but she will be returning Jack. So don’t get any ideas.”

“I’m a gentleman,” Jack drawls.

You smile and shake your head.

“Is this what you wanted to show me? You’re doing well and don’t need me?”

“Don’t jump to conclusions Jack,” you reply.

“Fine but I am dying to know what you wanted to show me.”

You look at Jack. You’re nervous but must get on with it. You begin walking and turn down a hallway, “follow me.”

Jack follows you down a long hallway and to a closed door. He watches as you turn the handle and open it slowly. He sees the finger you press against your lips – signaling him to be quiet.

He turns to look in the room. It’s a baby nursery with a crib and changing table, even a dresser. The walls are lavender in color and wooden block letters adorn a wall.

“Adira?” Jack’s voice cracks.

You grab Jack’s arm and walk him towards the crib.

Jack looks down and sees a beautiful sleeping baby.

“Meet your daughter,” you whisper.

Jack swells with emotion as he reaches down and runs a lone finger down a cheek. He’s a father. He’s always wanted a child, wanted a family since he could remember. He wanted to have something great in his life because he had to endure the nastiness of his own family. He wanted to raise a child with the woman he loved. He needed a family of his own. “May I?”

“Yes.”

Jack reaches down with his other hand and with both hands picks up the baby slowly and carefully. He cradles her against his chest as tears escape his eyes.

“She’s amazing, beautiful,” Jack whispers, “why Adira?”

“It means strong, noble, powerful. I wanted to give her a worthwhile name. Something to reflect my strength and power because she was mine throughout the past year.”

You watch as Jack makes his way to the rocking chair and sits. You see the glassiness of his eyes and the wave of emotions overtaking him. You watch as he absorbs the moment of holding his child for the first time, slightly surprised he’s not angry for keeping Adira away from him but you know he’ll make up for the lost time now.

“I’ll leave you two alone.”

Jack looks up at you. “You’ve given me the greatest gift.”

“You deserved to know Jack. She’s your daughter too.”

“And what about us?”

You walk towards the open door, look back at Jack and shrug, “we’ll see.”

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Part 2 tags: @shayna-winchester​, @mrsparknuts​

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Knightess of the Moon (Cassandra S3 AU): Chapter 5: Taking What’s Mine - Lines Now Crossed:

Back again with the last chapter in the “Taking What’s Mine” part of Cassandra’s AU! In this chapter, you’ll finally see the ghost child tell Cass her own backstory. Cassandra finally succumbs to her anger, which led to her betrayal of Princess Rapunzel and her friends. 

Also Note: The events of this fic weave into the events of Rapunzel’s Return, therefore the end parts are mostly from the episode itself. 

After this chapter, I’m gonna take a bit of a break from the Cass arc to start on my Eugene DPE season 3 AU (AYYY!).

Here’s the link to AO3 and Chapters 1, 2, 3, and 4!

Enjoy! 😊

Cassandra sat in her place, still crying, still heart shattered. Out of nowhere, the ghost re-appeared by her side, looking sympathetically at the broken-hearted Cassandra and laid her hand on her shoulder.

“I’m so sorry that happened to you, Cassandra.You didn’t deserve to go through all of that,”

Cassandra said nothing. But with the ever-growing sadness and pain consuming her heart, she felt a surge of anger start to build up inside her. She growled and swiftly took out her sword to aim it at the ghost.

“Who are you?!” She bitterly asked, still sniffling with tears and raising her voice as she spoke each word. “And how did you know about my past? Tell me now!” 

The ghost, holding her hands up high, sighed. “Well if you insist,” She started, tipping her finger on the sword’s end, clearly unaffected. “My name… is Madeline,”

Cassandra looked down then back at the ghost, lowering her sword as she let the ghost speak.

“I’m the spirit of the moonstone opal and I was trapped in it for eternity. That was until King Edmund of the Dark Kingdom tried to destroy it, which led to my release.” Madeline paced around as she continued to speak, Cassandra stood still as she continued to listen to her story. “I know of your past because I was on a journey to Corona to try to reunite the sundrop with the moonstone and along the way, I witnessed what happened to you and your family,”

Cassandra shut her eyes and her face tightened. Should she just believe Madeline or not? But at the same time, she wasn’t wrong at all about her past. And Cassandra had some idea about the moonstone and the Dark Kingdom from some of the stories Adira told them.

“As for my quest to retrieve the sundrop, it was a failure because King Fredric uprooted the flower,” Madeline sighed and her face twisted with disbelief as she continued to tell her story. “You see, the sundrop flower, while it had good uses, it’s mostly been used for horrible selfish reasons for thousands of years. You see? The very sickness that killed your family and many Old Coronans also nearly killed Queen Arianna. And instead of using the sundrop’s power to heal everyone afflicted by it, he thought selfishly about only saving his own family,”

Cassandra flinched and looked away. Madeline wasn’t wrong. Each of her words rung in her head. If the sundrop was used to heal the people of Old Corona, she still could’ve had her family here with her now. But they were left to die and her mother had left her in an orphanage to keep her safe. And now she didn’t know what became of her…. Whether she was dead or alive.

“You see Cassandra, the royalty of both Corona and the Dark Kingdom misused the sundrop and moonstone. The Dark kings and queens spent millenia hiding the opal from the world and neglected the people of the Dark Kingdom while their homes were destroyed and they were forced to flee. They were both too beguiled and distracted by these heavenly powers, they just... don’t care for people like you,”

“That’s not true!” Cassandra snapped. She had Rapunzel, who was her best friend. They did run into problems recently, but she knew she could confide in her. She had to talk to Rapunzel about what she saw just now. Surely she would be able to help fix all of this and bring justice, right?

“The princess will be of no help to you, Cassandra,” Madeline interrupted her racing thoughts. “She’s naive and doesn’t understand a lot about Corona’s royalty and its history. Surely she wouldn’t learn anything about it from having fun and playing games,” she snickered.

Cassandra felt an urge to speak up and defend Rapunzel, but before she could say anything, Madeline continued. “Besides, Rapunzel is following her father’s footsteps to the throne. Do you think she’ll care for what you say? She is the princess and you’re simply just her handmaiden,” 

Madeline’s words stung Cassandra’s heart as she was approached by her, but she couldn’t bring herself to look her in the eyes. Her head was completely in the clouds and she didn’t know what to think anymore. Rapunzel was her best friend, she wanted more than anything to stay true to that. But why were Madeline’s words becoming more believable? More than anything, she wanted to keep her faith in Rapunzel. To believe that fulfilling her destiny would bring balance. But would it bring justice to her fallen family or those in Old Corona who were continuously ignored till this day? Would she really be heard and taken seriously by Rapunzel? She finally looked up at Madeline, who was standing right in front of her.

“Afterall,” Madeline started. “The last time you tried to get Rapunzel to listen to you, well…” Instead of finishing her sentence, she reached for Cassandra’s burnt hand and held it up. Her hand, her maimed, charred hand hidden beneath her suit of armor. Her hand that she had lost full ability of and had to re-learn to use because even though she found a way to defeat Hector in the tree without anyone getting hurt, Rapunzel insisted on using that incantation that left her scarred. Because Rapunzel refused to hear her out, she had to experience that massive, traumatic, intense burn, which she still felt until now.

Anger boiled inside of her and surged through her veins. Her fingers clenched around the hilt of her sword as she finally succumbed to her heightened fury. She took her sword and threw it across the empty room with a viscous growl. Her breaths grew harsher as she hyperventilated. No more hope was left inside her, just anger and resentment. She walked over to grab her sword, with her footsteps growing louder with each move she made.

“However,” Madeline started. There is something you can do about all of this. You can bring an end to all of this injustice. The key to bringing balance and ending this disparity is all in your hands…”

Cassandra hesitated, then picked up her sword. “I’m listening,” she finally said as she turned to face Madeline, waiting to hear her destiny.

                                                              ***

Cassandra stood firm at the edge of the moonstone chamber, where the moonstone was once encased. Her hair and eyes now shined in fiery cyan, and her dark brows were pulled down in fury. She glared ahead of her at Rapunzel and Eugene, who stood across the bridge still bewildered by her betrayal. On Eugene’s shoulder was Pascal, who was still reeling from nearly being blown away by the moonstone’s blast.

"You saw all of this in the House of Yesterday’s Tomorrow’s?" Rapunzel asked shakingly.

“I saw everything, Rapunzel!” Cassandra snarled back.

“Cass, if what you’re saying is true, it means....”

“It means that your father ignored my people, MY family! He turned his back on those who needed him and I won’t let that happen again, no more,” Cassandra clenched her fists and with each word she spoke, the moonstone embedded on her chest flickered and sharp black rocks erupted from the ground around her.

“Cassandra please, listen to me,” Rapunzel started, with heartbreak filling her bright green eyes as she pleaded. “I am so sorry this all happened to your family and I understand your anger. You did not deserve any of that. But this… this is not right! Please just give me the moonstone and we can both figure something out! We can speak with my father when we get back to Corona, but please just...”

“NO!” Cassandra interrupted. “I am not taking any orders from you anymore!”

“Cass, please, we are friends. In fact, you are more than just my friend, you’re like my sister,”

“Sister?!” Cassandra snickered as the flickers from the moonstone grew more ferocious. “You cast me aside and didn’t take me seriously! I spent my entire life being cast aside like I was nothing. But now, I am done waiting to be heard by you or anyone! Now, it’s my turn to fulfill my destiny,” She reached for the moonstone opal and clenched it tightly.

Suddenly the doors of the moonstone chamber opened. “So what did we miss?!” Asked Lance cheerily as he, Adira, Maximus entered the room. 

“Lance! Not now!” Eugene whispered sharply. Lance, Adira, and Maximus were taken aback when they caught sight of the now moonstone-altered Cassandra. 

“Cassandra please, let me help you,” Rapunzel pleaded as she cautiously progressed towards her fallen friend. “Stay Back!” Cassandra exclaimed as she backed away whilst black rocks emerged around her. 

Rapunzel, growing more determined, frowned as she walked past the black rocks to reach out once more. “Cassandra! You’ve got to give me the moonstone! It is too dangerous! The whole world is at...”

“I said STAY BACK!” Cassandra screamed as the moonstone flashed wildly like lightning and she took cover behind her clenched fists. Suddenly a massive black rock spurted from the ground thrusting against Rapunzel. In terror, she quickly grabbed her long hair which wrapped itself around her as a beaming, golden shield but screamed as she was thrown across the bridge.

“Rapunzel!” Eugene exclaimed as he witnessed her slam into the ground right in front of him. He quickly lifted her up and held her in his arms with an immense worry filling his eyes. Rapunzel barely opened her eyes to look at him but immediately flinched as the pain took over her muscles. Eugene’s eyes widened in terror but his face quickly turned into a frown.

 “CassANdra!” Eugene yelled as he ferally breathed. Then Pascal squeaked in anger right away. Cassandra finally glanced around her, but was shocked and curious at the immense power she witnessed coming from the opal and from her suit.

Suddenly, Adira drew out her shadow blade and charged at the confused, yet vengeful Cassandra. She sliced through the black rocks that stood in her way until she finally reached Cassandra and pushed her against the wall with the blade.

“Release the moonstone, Short Hair! You don’t know what you’re dealing with,” Adira demanded.

“Neither do you!!” Cassandra yelled, giving into her full rage as the moonstone sent a full blast against Adira, violently jolting her against a black rock. In shock, Lance quickly ran to Adira’s side and held her shoulders. “Breathe easy, your Lance is here,” He assured her. In response Adira rolled her eyes at him while she gripped her throbbing arm. 

The shadow blade, which slipped into the air from Adira’s grasp when she was hit, fell right in front of Cassandra. It was hers now; hers to help her fulfill her destiny. She heaved it up from the ground and put it behind her for her moonstone armor to form a sheath around it. Finally, she sprinted right towards the opening of the moonstone chamber. Eugene let go of Rapunzel and made an attempt to stop Cassandra, one final chance to stop her from leaving into the world, only to be fiercely struck by a black rock as she ran by him. Ensuring that Eugene was alright after the blow, Rapunzel finally chased after Cassandra. She desperately called out to her friend who was almost as good as gone…

[cxrsedmoon]

Happy Birthday Lorenzo

Stray lock is tucked behind an ear as golden orbs take a final glimpse over her appearance. Tip of her index ever so gently wiping along the edge of her lower lip. Perfection, she tells herself, must be achieved. A quick shower and retouch of makeup do wonders after a long flight. Her body still fighting the change of time zone. By now, she should be sleeping. Tucked deep beneath the sheets and dreaming away of a life far simpler than this. The days dragged on without the sound of his voice. Nights suddenly far colder without his warmth there to comfort her. It astounds her, even to this very moment, how quickly he has become centered in her life. How nearly every little thing came to remind her of him.

“… He should be here soon.”

Fingers smooth down her dress. A single breath, inhaled deep to calm the incessant beating in her chest, taken as she returned to the dining room. Empty glasses of wine have been set in their places. Plates and utensils neatly tucked alongside but it is the meal itself, that takes the senses. Bright ochre orange of rice stands in contrast to the ebony skillet. An array of shrimp, clams and mussels residing as though they were meant to decorate. How many times has she practiced this dish in his absence for this day? Four? Five? Twice as much? It was no wonder why Nix appeared so confused after realizing this is where all her energy was spent during their downtime.

The consistency finally seemed right. Each ingredient carefully picked out with instructions ingrained into muscle memory. And yet, will this suffice? What if he didn’t enjoy it? What if this isn’t to his liking? On and on, the questions tumble. An arm crosses, digging nails into her flesh. Maybe it would have been best to ask him. After all, it was his special day. Most people … inquired beforehand, didn’t they?

But how was she supposed to broach the subject? How could she tell him that she didn’t know what to do? Significant others … planned surprises, right?

Head soon shakes as Adira squared her shoulders. Sight forced to tear from the spread on the table as she returned to the mirror in the hall. What’s done is done. Arms unfold to return to adding the final touches to her appearance. Earrings carefully secured. Her necklace, slowly clasped for the sake of averting nervous tendencies to take over.

Maybe … just maybe … Lorenzo will enjoy his birthday surprise …

Birthday Surprise that I am very late to ( @lunarxdaydream​ )

Lorenzo knew to expect something for his birthday, neither one of them were the type to ignore such a day. It was what she was planning that he wasn’t sure of. Adira was unpredictable, that’s one of the many things he loved about her. He never knew what to expect next. But it seemed they’d been spending less and less time together as of late. She was busy with work, him with his pack. It was to be expected.

Still, he could only hope that today he could see her, or at least they could  video chat so instead of call or text because there was nothing quite like seeing every little expression on her face. The way her eyes would light up when speaking or the way plump lips curled at the edges. A smile of his own began to form as he approached, hand grasping the door knob and slowly pushing it open.

The scent that greeted him was heavenly, stomach already growling in impatience as he entered the home. Caramel irises land on the woman of his thoughts, his smile growing as fangs quickly appeared. Beauty personified, without anything else, this was all he’d need for his birthday. To see her, in person. To spend the day with her, hear her laughter and listen as she talks to him about her day. Anything, so long as she was with him.

“Bonita,” barely a whisper but he’s sure she heard. Breath so easily stolen away by her, heart pounding rapidly within his chest. He wastes no time closing the distance, arms wrapping around her to pull Adira into his warm embrace. “I missed you, mi reina.”

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[lunarxdaydream]

“last night was amazing. as always.” lorenzo

( the morning after )

How humorous must be to think of the heavenly sight laying beside her. His scent radiates off her skin. In her hair to the sheets, there is not a single place that is spared. Not that Adira ever desired it. A smile alone is enough to make her heart flutter with unspoken joy. Marks have long faded with less than a handful beginning to disperse. Evidence of her passion, all freely poured and lost into him, only left to exist in their memories.

"I'd hope so." Oh what she wouldn't give to stay here, buried in deep in his arms. The request is nearly on the tip of her tongue but for once, she reconsiders. After all, they were supposed to go and visit his family or was it a vivid dream? "Or else I might just have to punish you." Glimpse across the room, the demoness spots the attire set aside of the occasion. Once more, dread pools into the pit of her stomach. Mocking and warning, further pushing the notion that she will be unwelcomed among his kind.

For sanity's sake, she throws the thought back. All senses honing in on the lycan resting beneath those cotton sheets. His hair, now in disarray, call to her touch. Each lovingly brushed free from those beautiful caramels as Adira drew closer to find solace in the familiar heat he radiates.

"... What time are they expecting us?"

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Baby duty for grandma Aura. Such lucky parents Adi and Eric are!

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Everything is going to be alright.

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Rest in peace Salim Benali.

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“Surprise! We’re getting a baby!”