#Event Week

[valvertweek]

It is that time of year already lads!

I am accepting theme suggestions for the week in this blog's inbox! And I'll put them to a vote.

[sonicfemslashweek]

Sonic Femslash Week 2025!

Credit to @sirspears for the graphic! (And art by me!)

To repeat the info:

This event will run from Monday the 2nd of June 2025 - Sunday the 8th of June 2025. There are prompts for each day, but I will still reblog late submissions for each!

No sign-ups required, just create for whatever prompts you're interested in!

Prompts:

Day 1: Adventure/Restoration

Day 2: Fixing/Compounding

Day 3: Declaration/Mystery

Day 4: Spring/Autumn

Day 5: Sharing the past/Looking to the future

Day 6: Sunrise/Sunset

Day 7: Free day!

We'll be using the tag "sonicfemslashweek25" (tagged on this post!) and you can tag this blog whilst posting! And we have an AO3 collection here!

You can make any kind of art that you like for these, including fanart, fanfic, poetry, analysis posts, cosplay, playlists, etc... But please no AI-generated content!

This is an SFW event.

AUs, polyships, and OC x Canon are all welcome, as well as transfem headcanons of canon male characters, but not just genderbends of them*

*That last past is the way it is because I absolutely want to welcome and encourage trans headcanons (E.G F/F Metamy with transfem Metal) but I don’t want this event which is supposed to be about boosting femslash in the fandom to just turn into people genderbending their favourite M/M ships (E.G Classic rule 63 Sonadow. If you headcanon them both as transfem, and create something about that, great, that’s perfect! But if it’s just a genderbend to get into the event, then that’s sort of against the spirit of it all)

And if you have any questions, my askbox is open, so feel free to send me an ask! 💖

The current FAQ can be found here.

[potatoplace]

Mourning Bell

Poly+ SJM Week 2025: Day 5 | @polysjmweek

Nessian x Reader (Past)

Poly!ACOTAR x Reader Masterlist | Event Masterlist

Summary: Today is difficult, to say the least. Nesta and Cassian can't help but think of their love, their third mate, taken from them too soon.

Warnings: reader is deceased and dies in the story, grieving, traumatic pregnancy, plague/pandemic deaths, heavy drinking

Words: ~2.7k

Author's Note: ahhhh I really like this one, I cried while writing it so. Yeah. Hopefully you guys don't cry too much! I hope you guys enjoy this one, I'm having so much fun with this event week! 🫶 read it on AO3!

18+ only pls

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Bottles were surrounding them in a half moon, all of your favorites. Currently Nesta was passing a bottle of white wine, your absolute favorite, to Cassian.

Both she and Cassian were staring up, above the mantle of the fireplace. A portrait Feyre had made of you for your fiftieth anniversary hung there, a constant reminder of what they had lost, but more importantly, what they had loved.

Cassian passed the bottle back a moment later, and Nesta took a deep sip, the taste reminding her of the day you had met.

She and Cassian had gone to Rita’s that fateful night, and you had instantly caught her eye, dancing alone in the middle of the crowd. A quick word to Cassian and she was approaching you, him hot on her heels. Nesta had slid her hands onto your hips lightly as you swayed to the music, and you’d spun around, a pleasantly surprised look on your face when you saw her. And when Cassian approached you from behind, his large frame caging you against Nesta’s?

You’d only been more delighted, using the courage of the wine you’d had to kiss Nesta then and there on the floor, mouths locking perfectly together.

As the night wore on, the three of you did more kissing than dancing, taking up residence in a booth with you squished between the two of them.

And as you’d been getting up to leave, Nesta had asked for your name.

Y/N.

The moment Nesta had heard it, knew you, she knew she would never be the same.

Neither she nor Cassian had been to Rita’s since… Tears filled her eyes, and she took another deep sip, the bottle in her hand having changed to your favorite tequila.

Cassian gently rubbed his hand on Nesta’s back, her pain mirrored in his chest, ragged edges of the bond that should be golden and thriving instead slowly shredding their souls apart, slowly tugging at their sanity.

Mother, when the bond had snapped for him? Cassian had nearly gone feral then and there, the way that he wanted to take you and protect you from all harm.

The day after meeting you, he and Nesta had tracked you down in the Palace of Thread and Jewels. Through a little bit of digging (read: he asked Azriel) he had learned that you had a stall during the days, selling jewelry that you crafted yourself.

Nesta had insisted on being the one to ask you to dinner, but as he approached the stall, Nesta paused in her tracks.

“Come on, love, you said you wanted to be the one to ask her,” Cassian whispered in her ear before steering her by her waist to you stall. The pair of them had stopped before you, Nesta’s mouth opening for a moment before closing.

“Good afternoon,” you said calmly, though a blush had dusted your cheeks lightly. “Did the two of you come here for something specific?”

Cassian prodded Nesta in her back, her hands spurring into action and landing on a pair of teardrop earrings made with amethyst and silver. “Yes, I’d like to buy these, please.”

Cassian sighed behind her quietly as you began writing out a receipt, promising to repair the items if they needed it. “We also came here because we wanted to ask you something,” Cassian said when you handed over a lovely box containing the earrings and receipt, pressing it into Nesta’s hands.

You quirked a brow at him. “Oh?”

“Yes, we did, didn’t we Nes?” he asked, poking Nesta once again. When she only bit her lip, he continued, “We wanted to know if you would be available for dinner tonight?”

A beaming smile crossed your face. “I’d love to go to dinner with both of you tonight. Does seven work for you?”

Nesta let out a relieved sigh. “Yes, seven would be perfect, where should we pick you up?”

You gave them your address, and true to your word, you were waiting for them at seven.

And seeing you there, dressed in a delicate, sage green wrap dress that ended at your knees, the bond snapped. Something about seeing you there, ready and waiting just for them made his soul realize that you were a part of it, and one glance at Nesta told him that she felt the same, the bond singing in their chests.

It had taken longer for you to realize, though Nesta and Cassian hadn’t let the bond be the only reason for them to love you, and you to love them. No, they had cherished every minute they spent with you before the bond had snapped, soaking in the time that you didn’t feel pressured or forced to choose them. They much preferred you choosing them.

Nesta was sure that you would have found each other and fallen in love, regardless of if a bond tied you together or not.

But when you had finally, finally realized that the three of you were made for each other?

It had been on a tough day for you, when everything had seemed to be going wrong. First the handle to your jewelry basket had broken, spilling delicate stones and metalwork over the cobblestones of Velaris. Then, a leg of your stall had collapsed halfway through your day, leaving you to pick up more broken items. But it was only when rain had begun pouring on you as you walked home that your day had felt completely ruined, unsalvageable by anything.

Until you walked into your house, the smell of food cooking and the sound of the two people you loved most, arguing in your kitchen. You’d barely taken the time to shed your soaked outer layers before you were barreling into the kitchen, throwing yourself into the arms of Nesta and Cassian.

They had squeezed you tightly between them without a thought, waiting to loosen their hold until you pushed back, looking up at them through tear soaked lashes.

Right then. The moment that your eyes met theirs, the bond had snapped into place in your chest, physically pulling you towards them for a moment.

Tears of joy had fallen freely then, the three of you embracing until the smell of something burning forced you to part.

Your mating ceremony had been planned for a few months later, Cassian having a clear goal in mind: building the three of you a home with his bare hands.

Of course, once the walls were up, you and Nesta had helped him decorate, tiny touches that reminded the two of them of you every day. Like the tiles in the kitchen - white with three tiny, pink hearts at the center, a choice that Cassian and Nesta had both been against until you had explained why you liked it.

“The hearts remind me that the two of you are always with me, and I’ll always be with you, even if we aren’t always able to eat our meals together.”

The pure love in your thought process had made them fall in love with the tile, as out of place as it may seem to most of their guests.

Another detail you’d insisted upon was the fireplace they were sat in front of now, propped against the couch the three of you had picked out together. Nesta had wanted one as well, but was willing to forgo it for Cassian, who declared that he did not want a fireplace.

But you had fed him ideas of cuddling in front of a fire on cold winter days, the three of you piled under blankets together. Or better yet, the three of you making love together on the wooden floors, a cozy rug spread beneath you as you all pleasured each other.

And he was very glad that he had caved, both situations occurring nearly every winter night that the three of you were home together.

Cassian sighed, grateful that Nesta had passed the bottle back to him, a mouthful burning its way down his throat in the next moment.

The moment he had finished the house and a sufficient amount of furniture was moved in, the three of you planned your mating ceremony.

It had been a simple affair, Nesta’s priestess and Valkyrie friend, Gwyn, presiding over the ceremony. You had crafted the rings yourself, three matching bands with three tiny inlaid gems: a ruby for Cassian, a grey diamond for Nesta, and a white diamond for you.

And, of course, the three of you had stayed inside for a whole ten days, wrapped in each other and savoring the mating frenzy.

Following that had been a century of bliss, one hundred years with the third piece of their soul.

Nesta smiled, a bittersweet thing as she though of their hundredth anniversary, how you had so proudly announced over a dinner the three of you had cooked together that you were pregnant.

Cassian had spun you around quickly before setting you down, kneeling in front of you and listening to your stomach to make sure he hadn’t hurt the baby. You and Nesta had exchanged a humorous look before she descended upon you from behind, wrapping her arms around you to rest her hands on your still flat stomach. Soft kiss had been peppered all over your skin that night, and from then on you slept between the two of them, Cassian’s wing wrapped over the three of you.

You had been positively radiant when carrying the baby, something that Cassian and Nesta had counted themselves blessed to see as your stomach grew rounded. Every day they looked forward to satisfying whichever cravings you were having and helping keep you off your feet, even if you protested.

They had loved taking care of you.

That had included bringing new gems to you, for the jewelry collection you had begun creating for your child the moment you knew of them. Every day, you made at least two new pieces, one for the baby and their possible future partner, and one for Nesta or Cassian.

The bottles had been put to the side for now, Nesta turning her face from your portrait and to Cassian’s shoulder, tears streaking down her face. Cassian loosed a heavy sigh, bringing his arms up to cradle her closer, as he’d done so many times with you.

It was still hard, thinking about what the birth had done to you. The wings had hurt you badly, tearing you from the inside out as you pushed her out, a darling baby girl coming to life, tiny wings pressed to her shoulders.

Adrina, the three of you had decided.

Madja had done everything she could to heal you entirely, but there had been an extensive amount of damage. You’d required daily healing potions for two months to regain a semblance of your past strength, finally able to carry Adrina on the walks you and Nesta had begun taking around noon.

It was slow going, but you had been recovering.

You had been recovering, Cassian thought to himself, tears pouring from his eyes. You had been recovering.

But a plague had swept through the Night Court, and Velaris had been no exception. By the time news had spread of the danger of it, how it was taking out the young, old, and sick, you had already been exposed.

You were bedridden for weeks, unable to hold, or even see your child without Feyre creating a barrier of wind, protecting her from the illness hanging in the air around you.

That had been the worst part, for Nesta. For Cassian too, she knew.

Hearing you cry out for Rina, desperately wanting to hold her, to see her, every single day that you were sick.

But your cries had grown weaker even as Madja and Feyre tended to you, your body slowly giving out as the illness clung to you, burrowed its way deep inside of you.

Nothing had helped, only prolonged the inevitable. So when your breathing grew ragged, Nesta had begged for Feyre to find a solution, to let you be able to hold Rina one last time, to let her daughter feel her mother once more.

A tiny wind barrier, just enough to cover Adrina’s mouth, was put in place, and she was carefully lowered into your waiting arms, your eyes sparkling brightly as they connected with hers.

Nesta had sobbed as you held Rina tightly, quiet coos leaving your lips as you peppered kisses over her face, her tiny cheeks, your hands stroking over her pretty curls, growing in in the color she had inherited from you.

Cassian had caught Adrina when your arms faltered, holding her close so you could kiss her, one last time. He had passed her off to Feyre, preferring instead to climb into your sickbed, Nesta following suit on the other side.

Both of them had peppered you with kisses, just like you had done with Rina. The soft press of lips, all over your face, neck, hands arms as they listened to your breathing grow more ragged, the effort you were expending growing greater with each one that went in, went out.

Somehow, Cassian had rattled off some of his favorite memories he had with you, even as tears fell down his cheeks constantly. Nesta tried, only managing to get out half-formed thoughts before she broke down again, but you nodded, having known exactly what your mate was talking about.

You’d always understood her, even when she couldn’t get the words out.

Nesta was sobbing into Cassian’s chest now, thinking of how your breathing had slowed before stopping altogether, the golden thread that tethered the two of you together shattering into tiny, jagged fragments that stabbed into her chest, the loss of you so sudden and painful that an animalistic cry had left her, her arms clutching at you, trying to bring you back.

Cassian had wept silently, cradling your body between his and Nesta’s chest as his tears poured into your hair, his lips whispering incoherent words to the top of your head. He felt destroyed, the lack of you in his chest unbearable.

Eventually, Rhys and Feyre had come to pull them from you, your body having long since cooled. Your body was prepared in the Temple of Night, but Cassian and Nesta had buried you on their own, just the two of them to witness your permanent interment, to weep and mourn with the only one who would understand their pain.

Each other.

You were buried at your favorite place near Velaris, underneath the big maple tree by the cliffs overlooking the city, a headstone marking where you were.

Earlier today they had taken you favorite foods, from breakfast foods to sandwiches to pastas to desserts, they had brought it all. Cassian had carried Nesta and the large basket, packed to the brim with their offerings and a picnic blanket, while Adrina flew beside him, having just begun to grow confident in her flying abilities.

It had been a lovely day, the sun shining brightly overhead as the three of them had lounged on the blanket, taking at least one bite of every dish they had brought.

Nesta knew that Adrina didn’t fully understand what this day meant to her parents, yet, but they made sure to tell her all about her amazing mother, and how much she loved her.

Afterwards, they had taken Adrina to her second ever sleepover. Seeing as she was ten now, Nesta and Cassian had agreed that as long as they knew the parents, Rina could spend the night at a friend’s house.

Ten years. Nesta’s heart shuddered at the thought, that you had been go so long already. It had felt like just yesterday, you had given birth to a healthy baby girl, already on the road to recovery.

The jagged, bleeding edges of the bond felt just as fresh as the day she had felt you stop breathing in her hold, and she could hardly breathe, it hurt so much.

Cassian was the same, both of them holding matching, bleeding souls within their chests.

So they drank. They drank in hopes that it would take away their pain, at the very least leaving them numb to what this day means. Perhaps even let them forget, if only for the night.

Ten years, and their only wish was to see you again.

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General Taglist: @daughterofthemoons-stuff @lilah-asteria @meritxellao @twismare @wrenisrad @icey--stars

[stevecoven]

It's time for Steve Week 2025! 💛💛💛

Join me for a little fandom event celebrating our fave ex-coven scout! You can make something for every day of the week, pick one and go all out on it, or do a weird mashup of several! Use the hashtag or @ me directly in your posts so I can share as many as possible :) Everything will also be collected at @steveweektoh (go there to see previous entries)

Because it's the third year of me doing this, the prompts this year are a bit more open-ended, and some of them have more than one possible meaning, to encourage as much creativity as possible. Have fun with it!

[corrieweek]

💕Hello hello!

🌟 the votes are in and the daily prompts have been selected, the list will be reposted periodically and an “offical” list with be posted closer to CorrieWeek!

Day 1

SFW - Eldritch ♥️ NSFW - Orgy/Group Sex

Day 2

SFW - “There’s Not a Tooka” ♥️ NSFW - Free Use

Day 3

SFW - “You Shouldn’t Be Here” ♥️ NSFW - Inappropriate Use of Binders

Day 4

SFW - Accidental Child Acquisition ♥️ NSFW - Shiny’s First Time

Day 5

SFW - Fix-It ♥️ NSFW - Cockwarming

Day 6

SFW - Force Sensitive Clones ♥️ NSFW - Testing New Equipment

We’re so excited to see what you’ll create for CorrieWeek! If you have any questions please don’t be afraid to send in an ask here or check the introductory post!💕

[p5spinoffweek]

🚩OUR WORK'S JUST BEGUN! Persona 5 Spinoff Week 2025 is this June 23-29! PROMPT REVEAL! Thank you to those who sent in an interest check! Take my hand… and gear up! ❤️

[omegadickweek]

✨🪩 VOTE FOR YOUR ODW PROMPTS! 🪩 ✨

A MASSIVE thank you to everyone who submitted prompts this year!! We ended up with a truly dizzying number of prompts, and they were all so good! In honor of the amazing prompts, we are asking everyone to vote for 27 prompts, for a total of four a day! (Plus the free day prompt :))

Voting will end on Friday, 5/2, so please get your votes in soon!

[aphcardverse-archive]

Cardverse Week 2024

28 July - 3 August

Day 1: You Can't Fight Fate oracle | prophecy | "I'm not supposed to be here."

Day 2: You Should See Me In a Crown coronation | celebration | chosen one

Day 3: Someone Bless These Seeds I Sow garden | fairies | rot

Day 4: Free Day!

Day 5: You Are the Peak and Art of My Universe true love | hidden talents | "We can't always get what we want."

Day 6: Baby, We Were Born to Run chains | ritual | failure

Day 7: Don't Tell Me 'Cause It Hurts torn apart | heartbreak | "It was supposed to be you."

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Rules/Guidelines

Many thanks to @transparentalia for the transparent edits!

[veesevents]

Put this one on your calendars, folks!

[coffindove-hell]

Heya my beautiful creatures and freaks, it's been a hot minute but I'm coming at you with a collab with @terminallyuncapricious

🦈🦌 Art made by Mister_Nebulous on Twitter 🦌🦈

Yes it's a neat crossover crackship that has caught my attention and I'm rooting for it!

#RodeoRadioweek lasts till Feb 16th to the 23rd, we hope to see you!

[wwwhumpweek]

here are the prompts for #wwwhumpweek 2024! remember these can be any ship and any rating (including E rated or NSFW!) but please be sure to tag everything!

if none of these are catching your eye we have additional prompts from our IC respondants on our carrd!

[nanagofest]

THE TIME HAS COME

That's right, NanaGo Fest 2025 has officially begun!

Please ensure your works are tagged appropriately and that ages are in bios, as this is an 18+ event! Please be sure to tag us and use this year's event hashtags when you post your pieces. We really want to see everything you guys create and give your works a boost, but social media isn't always friendly for that, so if it has been a few days and all conditions have been fulfilled, but we still have not reblogged your works, please don't hesitate to give us a poke or two in DMs.

If this is the first time you're hearing about us, our event rules are listed below. We will be reblogging works until June 23rd, 2025, so there is plenty of time to join us!

💛 💙 Have fun and adore the boys! 💙💛 

[trigunladiesweek]

Trigun Ladies Week will run from March 3 - 9, 2025! Let's all celebrate the amazing women of Trigun!

For event rules, guidelines, alternative prompts, and text versions of the prompts, please visit our carrd.

Happy creating!

[potatoplace]

Mother Knows Best

Poly!SJM Week 2025: Day 2 | @polysjmweek

Kallias x Viviane x Reader

Poly!ACOTAR x Reader Masterlist | Event Masterlist

Summary: Your High Lord and Lady, your closest friends, have called you in to see them for dinner. You're worried they know of your feelings for them, but it turns out, you have nothing to fear.

Warnings: mild angst but nothing bad

Words: ~2.2k

Author's Note: here's Day 2! A tiiiny bit late but who cares lol. I really liked getting to write this pairing, I'll definitely be doing more of them in the future!! Also if something doesn't make sense, yes it does. Read it on AO3!

18+ only pls

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Your knees ached from kneeling on the cold marble for so long, your heart heavy from the prayers you’d been repeating in your head for over an hour.

You blessed me with such friendship, and cursed me with affection.

Please, just let me live without these feelings.

Let me stay with my friends.

Let them love me back.

Over and over, you prayed to the Mother to solve your problem. To keep you from being made to leave your court, to keep you with your oldest friends, the ones you love.

You had grown up in close proximity to both Kallias and Viviane, being an orphaned fae living in the Winter Court’s grand temple, connected to the High Lord’s palace. Your pale blue skin and curved, white horns on your head had made you feel out of place among so many High Fae, but Kal and Viv?

They had befriended you without a thought.

And while Viviane had moved away when you were all in your second century, the three of you had stayed thick as thieves, sneaking away every night before Winter Solstice to Kallias’s cabin, and any other night you could manage. You would stay up all night, catching up on the goings-on in your lives, drinking just enough spiced wine to warm your bodies against the inevitable blizzard raging outside.

Though even without the wine, or the blazing fire in the fireplace, their presence alone would have kept you plenty warm.

Your… Feelings for the pair had arisen on one of those nights, when the three of you had snuggled close under a blanket, Kallias and Viviane on either side of you. The closeness of them, the soft puff of their breath on your neck, the gentle brush of their hands.

Of course, it didn’t help that they were so kind and considerate, always willing to listen to you. And oh, how they brought you so much joy without even trying. Hearing about their day, or even the random, strange thoughts that would pop into their heads never failed to bring a smile to your face, spark the flame of joy within your chest.

And in the last century and a half, those feelings had never faded, only growing stronger with each passing day.

Of course, you had never spoken aloud your attraction, your love for either Kallias or Viviane, utterly afraid of rejection. You saw the way they looked at each other, the pure love in their eyes, even if they were too stubborn to admit it yet. Early on, you suspected that they were mates, with the way they were always on the same wavelength.

Kal had been busy being raised as the High Lord’s heir, most of his days crammed full of meetings and lessons. Viviane had been trained as a courtier, as well as honing her magical abilities with the help of Kallias, their powers so similar. And when Kal had sent her to a large border town, near the Summer Court, she had taken a position of leadership in their armed forces after excelling in physical combat, once given the chance to learn.

You had joined the priesthood early, as soon as you had been allowed by the High Priestess of Winter. She had taken you in at the age of two, the closest you had to a mother. In the four centuries you had been alive, you rose to the top of the ranks, your devotion to the mother and the people of Winter your top priority in every way. Just before the rule of Amarantha, you had earned the title of Head Priestess, just a step below the High Priestess, Jayna.

However… Amarantha had slaughtered most of the priestesses in Winter when your court had rebelled, along with the two dozen younglings who’d had their minds shattered by her daemati. Your near-mother, Jayna, had been among those killed.

In a cruel twist of fate, you had been given her position by Amarantha, her maniacal cackle still ringing in your ears some nights when she had appointed you, laughing about how distraught the Mother would be to see such pitiful scum, a lesser fae, in charge of one of her temples.

But when Kallias had been freed, nearly fifty years later?

He had officially appointed you as High Priestess, a new, more ornate circlet made for you to wear, made to fit easily around your curved horns - a detail that hadn’t gone unnoticed.

Before that, though, before he had given you your title, he had rushed to Viviane, confessing his love and asking for her hand in marriage. Not even a day later, you had married them using your title as High Priestess, your heart so, so happy, but so, so broken, three sharp, jagged pieces constantly digging into your chest.

You were so, unbelievably happy that your friends were married, and even happier that they were happily mated, their bond finally having come to life after the wedding night.

You only wished to be a part of it.

Over the past two years you had slowly withdrawn, leaving your friends space to learn their new relationship dynamic without your presence, an unwelcome third wheel.

Not that they’d indicated any discomfort with you being near them, but… You needed to give them space.

To give yourself space.

But earlier today, while you were taking your lunch, a note had arrived, sealed with Viviane’s personal seal.

Asking you to dinner, saying the three of you had something to discuss.

You’d managed to make your way through the rest of the day without giving away how utterly nervous you were feeling, performing blessings on those who came, seeking your help. An hour before you were due to arrive at the High Lord and Lady’s personal quarters, you sought the guidance of the Mother herself.

Well… Begged for guidance, help from the Mother. She had never led you wrong before, though you wish she’d allowed you more power to save those who had been under your care during Amarantha’s rule.

But now?

She was giving you nothing, no hints as to what to do in this situation.

And you were out of time.

With a sigh, you stood from your kneeling position at the altar, lowering your invoking stone back to your chest, resting over silvery blue robes.

You knew the way to their shared rooms so well, you could have walked the path with your eyes shut. But the closer you came to their door, the slower your steps, the more your nerves told you to turn around.

That wasn’t a possibility, though. You have to face them, even if it’s for the last time, for them to kick you out of their court.

You took a deep breath when you stood before their door, preparing yourself for whatever may happen once you enter. One knock and the door swung open, your hand still poised to knock again.

“Y/N! It’s so good to see you!” Viviane exclaimed, throwing her arms around you and squeezing you tightly, her vanilla and cinnamon scent washing over you as her silver hair bounced over your shoulders. She pulled back to look at you with her sparkling blue eyes before saying, “I feel like it’s been forever! And your hair looks gorgeous, by the way.” Her fingers ran through the ends of your hair, half an inch longer than when she’d last seen you, the natural curls of your azure hair a bit more noticeable.

“Thank you, Viv, and yes… It’s been a bit since we’ve met, just the three of us,” you said as she tugged you inside, closing the door behind you.

Their private dining table, made to seat four, was already set with dinner, steam rising from the roast chicken, and you could spy potatoes, carrots, and onions in the dish surrounding the bird. Kallias was busy pouring the wine, sparkling white, your favorite.

He looked up when you and Viviane approached him, a warm smile crossing his face when he saw you. “Y/N, it’s lovely to see you again dear,” he said before setting the bottle down on the table and approaching you, arms outstretched.

Even with your promise to yourself to give them space, you couldn’t help but melt into his hold, inhaling his refreshing pine and snow scent greedily.

“It’s good to see you too, Kal,” you said with a nervous smile when you pulled away. “The food looks lovely.”

Viviane smiled brightly at you before tugging you to the table, settling you into a chair before taking the one to your right, Kallias sitting to your left. He began carving the roast while Viviane dishes out the roasted vegetables and cut a fresh loaf of bread into thick slices.

Your hands rested uselessly in your lap as you watched them work, twitching every so often when it looks like they need help, but they never truly do.

And by the time the food was plated, your stomach was so twisted in knots all you could do was push food around your plate, occasionally taking a bite when you could manage.

It took maybe ten minutes for one of them to knock you out of your stupor.

“Y/N, is something wrong?” Kallias asked, concerned enough that your eyes snapped from a roast carrot to his ice blue eyes, fear in your heart that you’d been caught.

“Wha- what do you mean is something wrong?” you laughed nervously. “Nothing’s wro-”

“Don’t say that,” Viviane interrupted, a sharp look in her eye. “You’ve been avoiding us for the past year whenever you can, and don’t say you haven’t because you have.” She fixed you with a stare when you opened your mouth to deny the accusation. “And now you’ve barely eaten a thing, and you can’t even look me in the eye,” Viviane noted sadly.

“Don’t try to act like she’s not stating the facts, Y/N,” Kallias said gently, taking one of your hands into his. “We miss you, and we just want to know why. Why you’re pulling away from us.”

With both of them staring at you, their beautiful, concerned eyes watching your every move, you fell apart. You wrenched your hand from Kallias’s grasp to bury your face in both of them, wanting to hide the tears welling in your eyes, even if you knew it was useless in the long run.

You were still here, in their rooms, with few ways to escape the conversation other than fleeing the court entirely. And you weren’t willing to do that, unless you had to.

“Hey,” Viviane said softly, a delicate hand pulling yours away from your face, revealing red eyes with tears pooled in them. One fell down your cheek and Kallias’s thumb brushed it away. “Please, Y/N?”

More tears fell at her plea, and you shook your head. You wouldn’t - couldn’t tell them.

“Will you at least let us tell you the reason we invited you for dinner?” Kallias asked quietly, a hand cupping your cheek gently.

Tell you something? Probably that you’re banished from the court, your mind hissed at you.

But you needed to hear one way or the other.

So you nodded your head.

Viviane took a deep, calming breath before speaking. “I-I wanted to tell you that I love you, Y/N. And I… I’ve loved you for a long time,” she whispered.

Your heart caught in your throat - this couldn’t be real, could it?

Kallias turned your gaze from Viviane to him with a gentle hand on your chin. “I have loved you since we were younglings, Y/N, barely old enough to wander the city without guards accompanying me. I have loved you, and I wish that the mating bond would snap to include you to, I care for you so deeply. And Viv has told me the same, we just…” Kallias sighed.

“We can’t live without you, Y/N. Please, please come back to us,” Viviane pleaded as she held one of your hands tightly in hers.

You could hardly believe what you were hearing - Kallias and Viviane, your friends, your longtime crushes - they had felt the same way about you as you did them for years? A giggle left your lips at the idea, the sheer stupidity of the three of you.

The swish of Viv’s hair told you that she and Kal had made eye contact at the noise, likely exchanging concerned looks.

“Is… Is everything… Okay?” Viv asked shyly.

You giggled again. “Everything is- oh, Mother!” you laughed. “You’re telling me that we could have been happy together all this time?” You looked at the two of them, eyes bright. “Really?”

Viviane grinned at you. “Really,” she breathed.

“When you put it like that, the three of us do seem a bit foolish,” Kal chuckled before pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. “So? Will you have us?”

You smiled wide as you answered. “Yes!”

Immediately you were pulled from your chair as the two pushed it back, pulling you into their arms. “Oh, thank the Mother,” Kallias sighed.

It was Viviane who kissed you first, her soft, pink lips pressing gently to yours. Kallias’s followed shortly after, pressing more firmly to yours, more sure.

Tears filled your eyes for an entirely different reason.

Perhaps the Mother sent you no sign, no course of action for a reason. To be here.

The Mother knows best, after all.

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