#ahh... old crow...

[fareehaandspaniards]

[newt-with-a-big-hat]

I FOUND SOME CROWLEY LORE

Here’s a panel I drew for the beginning then decided I didn’t like and redid because I love torturing myself unnecessary

[void-bitten-ghost]

Lucanis being so sleep deprived he's practically sleepwalking over to the meditation room. Making his hazy way past several pairs of raised eyebrows and then up the stairs. He's down the hall, through the door, and on the couch before Rook even has a chance to offer him a coffee.

They think it's Spite at first when he just collapses down into their pillow and comically inhales, but there's no bloom of purple. No raspy questions about nonsensical concepts or objects. It's just Lucanis, looking for all the world like he's lost in the proverbial sauce.

"You... okay there?" They say with a half grin. All they get back is an 'oomph' sound.

"Ahh. Makes sense," they reply, turning from their spot on the floor to lean on the cushions. "You know, I'd bet good money that your cot in the pantry is a lot more comfortable than this old couch."

"Smells like you," he says, shoving his face even further into the pillow, and Rook, well. Rook just melts. They put their head on their arms, leaning on the edge of the couch closest to the crow currently on a different plane of existence.

"That's just not fair."

"You're not fair," he replies, petulant.

"Oh?" Rook laughs. "How so?"

"You're too--" Lucanis twists so he's facing them, cheek and nose pressed into the cushion. "Nice."

"I'm... too nice."

He groans his assent. "Meirda. Makes me mad."

"Me being nice... makes you mad?" They ask, grin still there, brow now cocked.

"Too nice," he corrects, shuffling towards them, nearly nose to nose. "Not fair. Makes me feel-- makes me want--"

He just stares at them then. Looks at them with those dark, hooded eyes like they stitched every star into the sky by hand.

"You going to finish one of those sentences, sweetheart?" Rook croons, feeling bold, feeling warm and happy and hopeful. They gently trace his jaw with thier fingers, then his cheekbone, down his nose. They don't dare touch his lips for the selfish fear of the spell being broken.

"Hm?" He nearly purrs. "What?"

"Sleep, Lucanis," they say, finally standing up to pull a blanket over him, boots and all. "I'll keep watch."

And he does. He's out like a snuffed candle. Spite only making an appearance to talk quietly with Rook while they sit vigil.

[ervotica]

poly!jily 35. cuddle pile !!

i adore them ✩ fem!reader, 421 words

Lily's breath is soft and even against the top of your head.

You're wreathed in thick strands of auburn, tucked into the dip of your girlfriend's clavicle. An old soap plays on the telly, mindless white noise lulling you to sleep as Lily's slender hand scrubs across your back; up and down, fingers splaying across the nape of your neck to draw you closer.

Your lips smack wetly as you press kisses to her freckled skin– her shoulder, throat, jaw. She hums, stretching slow and lazy like a cat, hooking an ankle round your calf. You sink into her like soft butter.

You're both half asleep by the time the door creaks open and snicks shut. Heavy footfalls permeate the otherwise ebbing quiet of the flat.

A kiss smears against the corner of your mouth; you hear a squeaky smooch lovingly pressed to Lily's, too.

"Jamie," you coo; your voice is thick and syrupy with sleep, though no less loving.

"Hey, babylove. You two snuggling without me?"

Lily curls her fingers over the scruff of your neck, effectively trapping you before James can steal you away. You smile- light and happy and lovely- and reach for James' outstretched hand.

"You were long," Lily says, thumbing at the crease of his elbow.

"There was a queue at the shops, pretty girl. Would've been back sooner, otherwise."

James' hand is at the small of Lily's back before you can muster a reply, lifting her up and off of the worn leather sofa – and by extension, you. He's not very graceful when he wheedles his way beneath the pair of you, but it's welcomed nonetheless.

He settles with his legs spread, both of you tucked snug in the middle. You soak up his warmth gratefully, stretching to press a slow kiss against his smiling lips.

You can't even pretend to be cross at his intrusion. He's simply too lovely.

James slides further down the settee and subsequently jostles the pair of you further into his arms. You brace a hand against the broad muscle of his chest, squishing your cheek right over his heart. Lily sinks her teeth playfully into his shoulder.

"Ow! You little vixen!" he cries, throwing his head back, arms splayed wide. You nibble at the hollow of his throat.

"Dramatic," you snort.

Lily smiles so wide it crinkles all the skin by her eyes. You thumb at her crows feet adoringly.

"Ahh, my girls," James says wistfully, glasses askew.

You can't help but needle in closer when he demands it.

[arrowthrewme]

Ahh!! I didn't expect so many people to like my first post! Thank you so much <3

WARNING: Yandere/Obsessive/Possessive behaviour, power imbalance (kind of), male reader intended

You're too sweet for me

"Crows remember your kindness...as do I."

Yan Lady, who you met when you finally gained a job as her butler. Lady Edith, a wonder of high society. What a person to work for

Yan Lady, who demands more from you than any other maid or butler working in her old, creepy mansion. You are the one to dress her, bring her food, follow her, clean her room, clean her clothes—everything concerning her is up to you. Yet you never complained (not openly at least)

Yan Lady, who one night finds you asleep, slumped over her clothes, which you were ordered to fix. Your fingers covered in bandaids and small, cut pieces of string covered your small desk.

Yan Lady, who the next day sends her orders to meet her in her grand garden, in her prized glass greenhouse, to be precise

Yan Lady, who met you with a soft smile, something you haven't seen even once in the months you've been working there

Yan Lady, who, from that day on, treated you like her prized pet. Moving you into her bedroom, gifting you clothes perfectly tailored to you and other small, yet expensive gifts

Yan Lady, who adores dressing you up and showing you off. You're like her pretty doll!

Yan Lady, who keeps every little thing you give her. It could be just a cool rock you found, but to her it was the holy grail

Yan Lady, who manipulates you by reminding you all she has done for you. Every meal, shoe and time spent together will be used against you if you try to leave

Yan Lady, who hates loud, sudden noises

Yan Lady, who calls you her "little doll"

Yan Lady, who loves to hold your hand. She isn't the most openly physically affectionate woman but does want to feel your skin against hers

Yan Lady, who plays piano to sooth herself during lightning storms (please hold her, she silently begs you)

Yan Lady, who will make sure your marriage will be one of fairy tale worth. She will make sure it will be talked about for centuries to come (she may also commission someone trusted to write your love story and publish it)

Yan Lady, who will keep you safe inside her sturdy mansion. Don't even try to escape, the crows remember her kindness.

[the-fiction-witch]

Secret Visits

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Jacaerys Velaryon Couple - Jacaerys X Reader Reader - Lady Y/n (Betrothal) Rating - Flirty AF (Mentions of Smut) Word Count - 1582

Prince Jacaerys stood in the main hall of Dragonstone, his Maester long abandoned him to go and deal with other matters. The fire below caused the glow of the painted table his hands leant against, the light of the sunny afternoon cascading through the tall windows. He did his best not to glance at his high Valriyan books trying to recount them by himself.

“Se se rōvēgrie lords teptan bē pōja vōljesi, declaring naejot aegon hae dārys” ‘And the great lords gave up their crows, declaring to Aegon as king’

Lady Y/n chuckled as she entered from the side, she walked closer in a gown of blood Targaryen red embroidered with black metallic dragon scales, her hair in a long braid,

"Pōja gelti" ‘Their Crowns’ she corrected him,

Jacaerys raises his head and meets the gaze of Lady Y/n. Her voice brings a smile to his lips, He stands and straightens his back, his eyes admiring his betrothal. "Ahh, Lady Y/n," he says with a slight bow. "Yes, you're right. Sorry, I'm still trying to improve my Valyrian. Gelti, of course. You- you look radiant today."

"Thank you Prince Jacaerys," she cooed, "it is no need to apologise, you are learning. It is your timetable trial and fail," she smiled as she walked past him, stroking her hand across his shoulders before she ran it over the ridges of the table,

He smiled warmly at her, his gaze following hers, "You're too kind," he said. "Yes, it's all trial and error. But it's worth it. This language is part of our heritage as Valyrians. We must preserve it."

"Indeed we must, there is much of old valyria that is gone now. The shreds that remain must be protected." She said her fingers stroking across dragon stone on her painted table map "Language is often first to falter in these things, as it is so ever-changing. There were one hundred of languages in Westeros now there are barely three in use,"

Jacaerys nodded in agreement, his eyes watching her fingers tracing the map and lingering on Dragonstone he knew what she meant Dragonstone was the seat formed by their ancestors and all in it down to the smallest brick needed to be preserved. He couldn't deny the truth in her words. "Language has a way of evolving and fading, especially in times of upheaval," he replied. "It's true that the number of languages in Westeros has diminished over time. It's a shame to lose such rich and varied traditions, as they often hold the stories and wisdom of our ancestors."

"mmm... Many of our ancestors have concealed secrets of our history." She said so matter of factly as if she knew, "We must never rob our future, of the knowledge of our past." She turned looking over her shoulder at him, "Even secrets we wish to conceal," she looked at him her eyes sharply making eye contact,

"Indeed," Jacaerys replied, a little shaky. His heart beat a little faster, sensing the weight of her words. "Secrets and knowledge have power, and we have a responsibility to wield them wisely," he said. "But some secrets are better kept than shared. There's a fine line between preserving history and revealing truths that could have consequences."

Y/n chuckled, "and you wouldn't know if any such secrets? Would you Prince Jacaerys?"

Jacaerys didn't break eye contact, in fact making a point not to as he thought it would make him look like he was lying so he didn’t blink for a good few seconds. "P-Perhaps I do, perhaps I don't," he replied, "But even if I did, the value of a secret lies in its concealment. Wouldn't you agree, my lady?"

she chuckled, “se skoros lo nyke massitas naejot gīmigon mēre hen aōha byka secrets ñuha dārilaros” "and what if I happened to know one of your little secrets my prince?"

Jacaerys' heart skipped a beat as she spoke to him. Her words sent a familiar chill down his spine. He responded as best he could, “Se skoros secret would bona sagon, ñuha riña?” "And what secret would that be, my lady?" he asked,

she took her time to walk slowly to him letting his eyes linger on her, an evil smile across her lips, when she was close enough he could smell her rose perfume, she moved closer whispering so close he could feel her breath on his ear "I know you've been sneaking though the castle late at night, I know you've been entering my room whilst I sleep... And I know what you've been doing while you're there." She pressed a kiss to his cheek before she stepped back meeting his eyes

Jacaerys' heart nearly stopped, her breath tickled his ear. He froze, his eyes widening in shock. How could she know? He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry.

"Wha- I don't know what you're talking about, my lady," he attempted to deny, but the flush in his cheeks betrayed his panic. "I would never-"

"I know Jacaerys."

Jacaerys felt caught, his secret exposed and his denial ineffective. He could see the knowledge in her eyes, and he was at a loss for words. He clenched his jaw, the silence between them filled with tension. After a long moment, he spoke again, his voice quiet and strained. "How... How long have you known?"

"a week" she answered

A week. The revelation hit Jacaerys like a punch to the gut. All this time, she had known, and he had been none the wiser. He let out a breath he didn't realise he was holding. "And you... You didn't say anything?" he asked, his voice tinged with both relief and disbelief. "Why?"

she chuckled "You seemed to be enjoying yourself"

Jacaerys felt the heat rise to his cheeks. He had believed he was stealthy, yet she had known all along. The thought of her silently watching him, letting him continue... It was both mortifying and strangely thrilling. "So... you knew and you didn't say anything," he repeated, still trying to digest this information. "And you let me continue..."

"you seemed to be enjoying it so much, I didn't want to disturb you, after all... You were so gentle and sweet,"

Jacaerys' heart thundered in his chest at her words. "Sweet" and "gentle." It was more than he had expected. He looked at her, his eyes betraying a mixture of shame and fascination. "Did... Did you not mind, then?" he asked, the question hanging heavy between them.

"I mind you not asking." She chuckled "But I think it's cute the prince of Dragonstone, is so very smitten with his betrothal he can't even wait till the wedding and has to sneak into her bed chambers at night to watch her sleep and touch himself over her," she cooed tickling his chin,

Jacaerys' face flushed scarlet as her words hit him. She had seen everything, heard everything. His secret desires and shameful indulgences. The realization and the humiliation hit him like a tidal wave. He swallowed hard, trying to regain some composure. "I... I don't know what to say," he muttered, his voice almost a whisper. "It's not that I don't want to wait. I just... I just can't help myself..." He looked up at her, a mixture of shame and defiance in his gaze. He was tired of pretending, tired of denying himself what he truly wanted. "It's just... you're so beautiful and so close, and I... I can't help it. I know it's wrong. I know I'm weak. But you don't understand the effect you have on me..."

"aww aren't you sweet, it's alright Jace" she took his hand in hers and kissed his forehead “Our little secret"

Jacaerys felt the tension in him ease a little as she took his hand and kissed his forehead, her words like a soothing balm. He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the gentle press of her lips against his skin, before looking up at her. "Our secret," he said softly, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"your not weak to be impatient, we have been betrothed now for three years it's understandable you'd grow impatient in time. It's alright you can visit as much as you like"

Jacaerys' heart leapt at her words. He hadn't expected her to be so understanding, so willing to turn a blind eye to his transgressions. Yet here she was, making it possible for him to continue his nighttime visits. "Are you... are you sure?" he asked, his voice laced with disbelief and hope.

"if they make you happy," she nodded "Perhaps tell me when you plan to visit so I can ensure I have nice sheets" she chuckled "and perhaps my sweet betrothal could... Leave me some flowers when he's done?" She cooed

Jacaerys' heart skipped a beat as he absorbed her words. She seemed almost pleased at the prospect of his visits, and the idea of leaving her flowers... It was a sweet, intimate gesture that made his heart race even faster. He smiled, a genuine, grateful smile. "Of course," he promised. "I'll let you know when I plan to come, and I'll leave you the most beautiful flowers each time."'

"then I shall look forward to your next visit my prince" she cooed kissing his cheek before she went to leave

Jacaerys nodded, a strange mixture of relief and excitement coursing through him. He watched as she left, his mind processing the conversation and her unexpected acceptance of his nightly visits. As she exited the chamber, he found himself looking forward to his next secret visit, already mentally selecting which flowers to leave for her.

[mrsdellamorte]

✨Peaceful, Safe, Warm.✨

Lucanis has been avoiding sleep. Spite has had enough.

My Rook, Thea Mercar, has a 3 year old daughter that lives with her in the Lighthouse. She loves Lucanis, and Lucanis sees Amalia as his own.

Candlelight flickered off the walls of Thea’s room. It was late, nearing close to midnight as she sat, watching Amalia play. They both needed to sleep, but Amalia’s nightmares were keeping her wide awake.

The three year old happily set up her teddies and butterflies at the table for her tea party, dressed properly in her pajamas and the small crow cape Lucanis gifted her. Thea looked on, waiting for the party to start, laying on the couch in a long dark floral silky robe with her hair down, wine glass in hand.

“Need any help setting up?” Thea asked.

“No, ama! I got it!” The little girl cheered.

Thea smiled, though her eyes were heavy with sleep. She nodded off every so often, her soft snores made her daughter giggle.

Amalia’s tea party prep was interupted by a knock at the door. The little girl rushed to her mother, tapping her chest frantically. Thea’s eyes shot open, grabbing Amalia’s hand.

“What’s wrong bean? Are you okay?” She fussed, looking over her daughter.

“Someone is outside, ama.” She whispered.

“What?” Thea whispered, placing her wine glass down, slowly moving off the couch. “Okay sit tight, I’ll go see who it is.”

Thea tiptoed across her room, listening through the foor for any indication of who their late visitor was. They knocked harder this time, causing her to jump.

She opened the door slowly, finding Lucanis on the other side, leaning against the wall. But instead of his brown eyes greeting her, she found purple ones.

“Hello, Spite.”

“Smells like. Honey… and wine.”

“Did you come all this way just to smell my room?” Thea laughed.

“Lucanis. Won’t sleep. Brought him here. Thea is peaceful. Safe.” Spite spoke lowly.

“I thought you were finally letting him sleep.” Thea tilted her head.

“He wants. To rest. Peaceful. Safe. Warm. Too afraid. To ask.” Spite sneered.

Lucanis’ body got stiff as the purple fled his eyes, revealing his brown ones once again, looking to Thea in confusion.

“Thea?”

“Spite. He walked you to my room.” She smiled.

Lucanis shook his head with a sigh.

“I apologize. He knows better.”

“You don’t have to apologize. I’m glad he brought you here and not somewhere dangerous. I thought he was letting you sleep now? Thea asked, watching the remorse wash across his face, his eyes dropping to the ground.

“He-I. It’s complicated. Did I… did he wake you? You’re usually sleeping at this hour.”

“No he didn’t. I promise.” She reassured him.

They stared at each other for a moment, Thea’s lips curved into a smile.

“Spite mentioned you wanting to rest. Specifically, here, with me. That’s why he brought you.”

He looked to her with wide eyes, realizing Spite overshared.

“Ahh… well, yes. I do. Ever since Spite and I found our way, I can’t say it hasn’t been on my mind. I haven’t sleep fully in so long and I…” His voice trailed off, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

He sighed, slowly looking into her eyes.

“I just find myself wanting to be close to you.”

Thea’s heart leapt from her chest.

“I… feel the same." She swallowed hard. "There’s always a place here for you to rest.”

“If sleeping meant I could wake beside you, I would give anything.” He whispered.

She smiled tilting her head slightly, like she did when she was nervous.

“Well, my bed is very comfortable, and yours, whenever you’d like, no need to give anything up.”

They smiled at each other, standing with the tension thick between them. Lucanis’ eyes almost sparkled in the faint candlelight from the hall, never leaving hers. Thea pushed the door open with a smile.

“Would you like to come in? Amalia’s been having trouble sleeping too, so we’re having a party.” She laughed. “Unfortunately I don’t coffee, my supplier is out… sleepwalking,” She giggled. “I only have wine, water, apple juice and cheese.”

“I’ll have a talk with your supplier… but no coffee? What sort of party is this?.” He smirked.

“A tea party.” Thea smiled.

“Ahh… in that case I should bid you goodnight.” Lucanis smiled.

“Damn it, if only I knew a coffee fueled sleepy crow was going to stop by!”

Lucanis laughed, his eyes glancing into her room. The warmth washed over him in an instant, inviting him in, and it was everything he wanted. He looked back to Thea.

“I do not wish to impose.”

“You’re not. It would make Amalia’s night. She’s been begging me to ask you to play tea party with her.”

“Really?” Lucanis smiled.

“Every day since she had tea with Caterina, she’s been obsessed. She’s going to be so happy you’re here.” Thea said. “Besides, I wouldn't mind your company, either.”

Lucanis couldn’t help but smile.

“Is that so? Well, I am yours for the evening. Unless Amalia holds me hostage.” He smirked.

Thea smiled as they locked eyes, both lost in each other’s gaze. Lucanis took in the sight of her hair completely down, the tiredness in her eyes, the robe falling off her shoulder highlighting the softness of her skin. Just standing near her brought him peace. She reached for his arm, linking it in hers. He smiled warmly, her touch was warm, the gentlest in what felt like a lifetime.

“Do you sleep in those?” She asked, eyeing him up and down, still fully dressed in his vest and boots.

“Usually. It’s easier, just in case Spite sleepwalks.”

“Well, it is a pajama tea party so I’ll find you something comfortable to wear.” She laughed.

She closed the door behind them and Lucanis took a deep breath looking around her room. Light music played from a music box; the stars painted along the wall shimmered in the candlelight. He sighed, feeling relieved.

Little brown eyes popped up from behind the couch followed by a string of giggles that made Lucanis smile.

“The Little Crow. So many giggles. Unbridled joy. Must. Keep her. Safe.” Spite whispered.

“Lucanis!” Amalia squealed. “Are you here for my tea party?” She asked, her brown eyes wide with excitement.

“I am. Though a coffee party would be better.” He smiled, heading over to her tiny table.

“Maybe to you!” Amalia rolled her eyes.

“My lady, you wound me.” Lucanis replied dramatically, pressing his hands to his heart. “Is a crow cape required for your tea party? My cape is back in the pantry.”

Amalia thought for a moment, hand on her hip as she looked to Lucanis with one eyebrow raised.

“No it’s okay. Next time I don’t think you can come if you don’t have one.” She said seriously.

“I’ll be sure to have the finest cape next time. What will they say if I am not invited to Lady Amalia Mercar’s next tea party? I’ll be the shame of The Crows.” Lucanis smiled.

Amalia giggled, pouring him tea, then pouring some for Thea, passing it to her on the couch.

“Okay, you have to keep your pinky up. It’s polite.” Amalia said, focusing on keeping her tiny pinky up, taking a sip of the tea.

Lucanis did as she said, taking a sip gracefully until his face frowned, swallowing the liquid.

“Do you like it??” Amalia asked, eyes wide.

Thea laughed quietly as Lucanis smiled, shaking his head.

“Don’t tell the others, but this is the best tea I’ve ever had.” He whispered.

Amalia squealed in happiness with a smile, making both Lucanis and Thea grin at each other. Thea’s heart beamed watching the two together, her eyes meeting his from time to time in a tender gaze. She let them be, grabbing a book from the shelf and laying back down.

Another hour passed, tea was shared along with lots of giggles until sleep finally found Amalia, resting her head on the table. Thea smiled, scooping her up and bringing her to her bedroom. She brushed the hair from Amalia’s eyes, placing a kiss on her forehead before turning on the nightlight and closing the door.

Thea turned with a sigh, praying to whoever was listening that Amalia would have no more nightmares tonight. She smiled at Lucanis lounging on the couch, a blissful smile on his face looking back at her.

He had removed his collar and vest, the buttons on his shirt were undone. He finally looked at ease, which made Thea incredibly happy.

“Do you think she’ll stay asleep?” He asked quietly.

“I hope so. She’s been having bad nightmares lately and they make her afraid to go back to sleep. But maybe since she knows you’re here, she’ll feel a little safer.” Thea smiled.

“I’d fight away every bad dream for her.”

“I know that. She knows that too. First Talon and vanquisher of nightmares. We truly are too lucky to know you.” She smirked.

Lucanis could feel himself blushing as he let out a quiet laugh, his eyes crinkling. He sat up, leaning his arm on the edge as he cleared his throat.

“I’m grateful that Spite brought me to you tonight.” He said lowly.

“I am too.” She smiled.

“I have… wanted this. To stay by your side. I just didn’t know what to say… or do. I am… not good at this.” He laughed.

Thea shifted closer to him, reaching for his hand. He tensed at first, his nerves getting the better of him, but he eased into her touch, a lazy smile breaking out on his face. She held his hand with both of hers, tracing soft patterns into his skin.

“I’m not good at this either. There have been so many times that I’ve wanted to invite you to stay just to spend time with you or to see you without it being wrapped up in fighting Venatori or darkspawn. I just got too nervous, I never want to pressure you or make you feel uncomfortable.” She smiled.

Lucanis shifted, turning his body closer to her, tucking her hair behind her ear, cupping her face. The sudden touch sent shivers down Thea’s spine, making her blush.

“You make me feel anything but uncomfortable.” He paused, a small smile appeared on his face

“Maybe… we both should start doing the things we want.” He whispered, praying she wouldn’t hear the way his heart was beating out of his chest, or the slight crack in his voice.

“Maybe we should.” She whispered back, a smile on her face.

His hand still cupped her face as he leaned up, and she met him halfway, their lips pressing together, but slightly off mark. They both laughed quietly, smiling as they tried again. Their lips met once more, sharing the softest kiss.

Lucanis swallowed hard as they separated, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Thea’s eyes fluttered open, her cheeks unmistakably red. She let out a nervous giggle, making Lucanis smile wide.

He shifted again, reaching for her hands with his free one. They sat, fingers intertwined, soaking in the moment together. He let out a yawn, leaning his head on the couch, but his eyes never left her.

“I really do hope you feel… safe here… with me.” She whispered.

Lucanis looked to her, so much longing in his eyes.

“I do Thea. More than you know.” He whispered “Being with you, near you, is the safest I’ve felt in years. It was a confusing feeling… but after Spite asked for your help and seeing you in my mind, or the Fade, it was like feeling the sun on my skin.”

“I was scared that I wouldn’t find you. I’m so glad did. That prison in your mind… you have so much on your shoulders, no wonder you couldn’t sleep.”

“Sleep is my real fear, but next to you? I feel I can conquer it.” He whispered.

She smiled, feeling the butterflies swarm in her stomach. Her eyes glanced to the table, teacups and plates still scattered.

“Was the tea too strong for you?” Thea smirked.

“I’m not sure it was strong enough. Next time I’ll bring coffee beans and show Amalia how to brew the perfect cup of coffee.” Lucanis beamed, leaning his head on his wrist.

A comfortable silence washed over them, both enjoying each other’s presence. It was easy, safe. Lucanis could feel his eyes closing, feeling sleep creeping up on him.

Thea smiled as she watched his eyelids flutter, fighting to stay awake.

“Let me grab some clothes for you.” She said, lifting off the couch and retreating to her closet. Lights twinkled as she entered, the smell of her perfume danced its way to Lucanis.

He smiled hazily, imagining what it would be like to see her get ready for the day. Watching from the bed, seeing her pick out outfits, doing her hair, what her voice would sound like in the morning. His heart was burning as his mind wandered further, what it would be like to see her undress, to feel her skin on his… he shook his head, trying to push the thoughts away.

He could hear Thea humming; his feet followed the sound as he leaned in the entryway of her closet. She was deep within, focused on sorting through her various robes and capes. He reached out, running his fingers over the clothes, everything was neatly put away and smelled like her. She turned her head to see him, giving him a smile.

“Is this why it takes you so long to get ready before missions?” He smirked.

She dramatically gasped with a laugh.

“So rude!” She laughed. “And no, it’s my hair. It takes me forever.”

“Ahh. Things of beauty do take time.” He smiled.

Thea rolled her eyes with a laugh , the sound muffled through her clothes.

“Do you not like your natural curls?”

She turned to him, tilting her head.

“It’s not that I don’t like them, it just… I guess they remind me of the person I used to be, someone I don’t really recognize.” She shrugged, pushing more clothes out of her way.

“I understand that.” He paused, walking closer. “The first time I saw you wear your hair that way… it took my breath away.”

She spun around about to make a joke but stopped, seeing the smile on his face and the adoration in his eyes. She couldn’t help but smile back, praying her face wasn’t getting any redder.

“Oh…” She giggled. “Okay, how do you always do that? The things you say sometimes…” Her voice trailed off.

Lucanis let out a quiet laugh, leaning against the dresser.

“I’m not sure, I think you bring it out in me.” He smiled.

Thea shook her head, walking toward him and handing him the pile in her hands.

“Here, see what fits and what doesn’t just leave on the dresser.” She smiled, her hand brushing over his arm. He smirked back, relishing the feeling of her touch again.

She slipped out of the closet, closing the door behind as she sat at the edge of her bed. She covered her face in her hands. The butterflies in her stomach would not stop fluttering as she smiled to herself. Lucanis was here, in her room, and it was everything she wished for.

He emerged in the clothes she gave him, ditching his shirt for one of her silk robes. She let out a giggle as he showed it off, the fabric spinning as he turned. He didn’t bother tying it, and Thea’s eyes couldn’t help but wander to his exposed chest, taking in the dark hair, the trail down his stomach. She swallowed hard with a smile. He placed his folded clothes on the table, looking back to her. He walked to her side, leaning against the bed frame.

“I can see why you own so many of these. They are very comfortable.” He laughed.

“They are, and you pull it off well.” She smiled, careful not to stare.

She took down the bedding and tossed the extra pillows to the floor. He ran his fingers over the sheets, watching her every move intently. He could feel himself slip further and further into the safety of her room. It was addictive and dangerous, but he didn’t stop himself from climbing into her bed, the mattress holding him like a warm hug. He let out a sigh, laying his head on the pillows, taking a deep breath. The sheets smelled like her, and he wished to be wrapped in them forever.

The bed was soft, warm, and safe. He felt like a cat sleeping in the sunlight. Thea untied her robe, slipping it off and laying it on the end on the bed. Lucanis was lost in the sight of her, the silk fabric of her nightgown shifting on her body, the way the candlelight danced on her skin. She climbed into the bed, sitting next to him with. He propped himself up on his arm, his eyes half closed with a loopy smile on his face.

He couldn’t help but brush her arm, feeling her soft skin. She turned with a smile, lying down beside him.

“You are so beautiful.” He whispered, reaching for her hand. “What have I done in this life to deserve you? To deserve this?”

Thea’s heart shot up into her throat as he intertwined his fingers with hers, bringing it into his chest. She moved closer to him with a smile, giving his hand a squeeze.

“You deserve more than this after everything you’ve gone through. You deserve love, and kindness, and peace. I hope one day you see that too.” She whispered.

He blinked back tears, brining her hand to his lips.

“Thea- I… thank you.”

She smiled, kissing his forehead.

“You need to sleep.” She whispered, brushing some hair from his eyes.

“I will. Much better now that I’m with you.” He whispered. “Thank you, Thea.”

“You never have to thank me.” She whispered back, running her fingers through his hair. He pulled her close, his thumb ghosting over her lips before he kissed her, letting his body relax into hers.

She watching his eyes close with a blissful smile on his face. He fell asleep instantly, soft snores filling the space, with no sign of Spite taking over. She covered them both with her blanket, staring at him a little longer before feeling herself drift off.

Morning came and the door to Amalia’s room opened. She tiptoed over to her mother’s bed, huffing as she climbed up the side, using Thea’s hips to pull herself up. She jumped seeing the form of Lucanis draped over her mother, his arm holding her tight, his head resting on her shoulder. Amalia giggled to herself, covering her mouth before they could hear her.

Lucanis opened one eye smiling at her, earning even more giggles in return. He lifted his arm up slightly, with enough room for Amalia to crawl through. She squealed, laying against her mother as Lucanis’ arm wrapped them both tight. He smiled to himself, if sleeping in Thea’s room meant his mornings would be like this, he would be happy the rest of his life.

“Lucanis. The Little Crow. Thea. Peaceful. Safe. Warm. Not afraid. Anymore.” Spite whispered. “Smells like… home.”

[eggcompany]

Viktor just got little streaks of gray in his hair, little crows feet by his eyes and a mark in between his brows. Jayce got a dad bod (which Vik loves) and full on wrinkles, an adorable ahh old man

Viktor definitely gets streaks first. He’s high fashion greying, he looks like a model, his glasses don’t hide his crows feet but compliments them, his long hair is still full and lovely with streaks of silver, the years of hard work and concentration on small mechanics obvious on his face. He looks stunning, and he knows it. He spends time getting dressed and doing his hair, enjoying spending time with himself before going and sitting on their balcony, people watching his new hobby.

Jayce has always been heavy. Muscle weighs a lot. And he had a lot. So as an old man, still strong but less. He’s strong as an ox, but he’s got a soft belly and a sturdy and comfy lap. He did age sophisticatedly like Viktor, he aged like a man who liked spending time outside, who laughed and had big emotions every step of the way. He got wrinkly, his face droopy, white haired and white bearded, he looks like a character from a story book. Babies love him, kids love him, he’s the neighborhood’s grandpa.

They go on walks together, Viktor occasionally in his wheelchair, around the neighborhood, chatting and walking with everyone, pockets full of little sweets for the kids. Viktor likes feeding the ducks, one of their many kiddos sat in his lap. Jayce likes to have picnics, enjoying the sun on his skin.

[edensfixations]

hehe imagine if Deku had a twin sibling who was a big Hawks fan (but is more low-key about it) and coincidentally had a recessive quirk that gave them 2 pairs of retractable wings

AHH i LOVE these platonic au's!

we're going bullet point form!

• izuku has a twin sister? 🤨 her name? isaki!!

• isaki, just like her brother, doesn't hold much height! she's around 5 feet tall, very defensive about it! she's got the same green curly hair but longer! she has freakles and glasses (courtesy of her reading late at night in the dark and unlucky genetics.)

• anyway, contrary to her brother, she has a quirk. she got it when she was five and absolutely went batshit crazy when feathers sprouted out of her back a random saturday morning. she ran straight to izuku and he was no help whatsoever. he screamed louder than her!

• over the years her quirk has grown and developed! for a bit she ended up randomly floating causing a massive panic to her mother and amusement from her brother. her wings had grown into large black wings that resembles a crows.

• she's gained many nicknames from people. from her mother, dove. from her brother, saki and raven! katsuki however calls her shadow for an array of unfortunate reasons but at least she doesn't get the same treatment as her brother!!

• when the midoriya twins turned 12 a new hero made his way onto the scene! an 18 year old with his own company??!?!? suddenly in the top 10 in only 6 months???? WHAT?!?

• hawks having an amazing reputation like this immediately after debuting had him have eyes on him constantly! and isaki wasn't any different!

• while her brother was OBSESSED with all might since they were kids, she had only idolised him a bit. he was 100% her biggest inspiration and thought only the most highly of him but she never wanted to be a hero until she saw hawks! I mean she practically bounced off the walls when she saw someone with a similar quirk!

• over the next 2 years she had slowly built a merch a collection, a pathetic one really because she mostly used her pocket money for food and books while her brother never really used his money for anything but all might!

•her merch collection includes a few posters, 3 hoodies, an action figure and a bobble head as well as some limited edition sneakers that she'll NEVER admit she qued overnight for.

• similar to her twin brother, she also keeps a little notebooks. she however keeps about 4? 2 for hawks and 2 for everyone else. after deciding she'd like to follow her quirkless brother and his deranged frenemy to ua, she starts assessing some of her favourite heroes, namely hawks and his techniques and how to utilise them.

• so from ages 13-15 you'll just see an isaki midoriya flying around in her backyard practicing moves she learnt from hawks via the internet.

• when izuku had started his 10 month intense training with a mystery man izuku hadn't told her about, she decided to start her own 10 month training. hers however contained a gym and her doing combat training with whoever was training there too and up for it! there she met tenya iida! story for another time.

• however, about 5 months into her training, she had particularly drained herself that day. because of this she was barely paying attention to her surroundings. it was quite a shock to her when she had been suddenly grabbed from the ground and sped off about a block away when where she once was!

• who was it? pro hero hawks of course! naturally, isaki was completely star struck. she could not BELIEVE who was standing in front of her right now!!! she was barely listening to him warning her to watch where she's walking so she doesn't get run over by a car (she walked into traffic, whoops!) she snapped out of trance when she heard him say, "nice wings, kid" before he was gone.

•isaki flew home and screamed into her pillow!!! she couldn't believe that happened! HE COMPLIMENTED HER WINGS!!!!!! she was so close to him! practically hugging him! (delusion)

• upon her screaming her mother and brother enter her room, curious, afraid and wanting answers.

• she looks up from her pillow, pink faced and hyperventilating, "HE SAID I HAVE NICE WINGS!!" her wings start fluttering creating a small breeze. it's a small habit she picked up from when she was little. her little family chuckled at her words. "Who??" "That guy from the gym??" "NO HAWKS. I CAN DIE HAPPY."

• isaki is now laying on the ground while her brothers jaw is slack and her mother leaves, giggling to herself.

• "YOU MET NUMBER 3 HERO HAWKS??!!" "YEAH WHEN I ACCIDENTALLY ALMOST WALKED INTO TRAFFIC!!!!" "WHAT?!"

• needless to say, she wore her hoodie and limited edition sneakers to bed that night.

(pls send requests I loved doing this so muchhhh!!)

[milaisreading]

Karasu gave toddler cd!yn a crow plushie that she will. NOT. LET. GO OF. The rest of the players are having a stare down with the crow.

Crossdresser!Yn crying for 20 minutes.

Tokimitsu: What are we supposed to do?!

Bachira, making funny faces along with Charles and Chigiri: Look here, Y/n!

Chigiri: Bwah! I am not here anymore! *covers his eyes* and I am back *uncovers them*

Charles: Look at me, Y/n! I am a lion!

CD!Yn starts crying more because they are too loud. Karasu then runs in with a crow plushie in hand.

Karasu:Here you go~

CD!Yn stops crying and blinks at it a few times before grabbing it.

CD!Yn: Waahh! :D

Karasu, proud of himself as he picks up the toddler: Looks like he likes crow, and guess who has crow in his name?~

Charles, pissed off as ge tries to grab the toddler: Give him back! You will like a cat more, Y/n!

Bachira chimes in: Yeah! Let me give you a cat instead!

Chigiri: I will buy you any other toy you want. Let go of him, Karasu.

Tokimitsu, noticing Y/n fell asleep: Leave him alone. He is sleeping. All that crying tired him out.

Bachira/Chigiri/Charles, shutting up and glaring at the crow plushie: This isn't over.

Karasu is just happy his toy was picked as the favorite.

Later...

Isagi, sighing in defeat as he puts away a bunny toy: He doesn't want my toy either.

Kurona, sighs in defeat as Yn happily plays with her crow: My shark wasn't a favorite either.

Hiori: I think it's important that he is happy. Although, I am disappointed my lamb wasn't picked.

Yukimiya and Gagamaru pouting in the corner as Yn didn't pay attention to anyone or anything ever since she got the plushie.

Kunigami: Ahh... He will get bored of it... He is a toddler, after all

Rin, sighs as he is irritated that he can't snatch the plushie away: Karasu will pay for this

Meanwhile, Yn is happily having a tea party with the plushie.

Later...

Barou: That thing pisses me off *watches as Yn kisses the crow plushie's head*

Aryu, frowns in disgust: Why is a stuffed toy getting more attention than me? Y/n, come over here, I want to do your hair!

Niko, trying to take the plushie away while she is distracted, only for Yn to grab it before he could: It was thr perfect chance...

CD!Yn: No >:( Mine!

Otoya: Karasu will pay for this, I swear.

Reo: Yn, just give that toy to your good, old friend Reo. He will buy you a better one.

CD!Yn, tightens her hold on the plushie: No! Mine!

Nagi, frustrated and jealous: We don't want that ugly thing! Just give it to us so we can give you a better one!

CD!Yn as tears gather in her eyes: NOOOOO!

Snuffy and Chris run into the room, the players gulp as they see Yn crying on the floor*

Barou: Listen!

Niko: We didn't do anything.

Otoya: Yeah, it's all Nagi's fault!

Nagi: Mine?!

Reo: You all are too loud.

Chris, taking Yn out of Aryu's hold: All of you, 50 laps around the facility!

Snuffy: I don't want to hear any complaints.

Later....

Loki, shielding a sleeping Yn as Lorenzo held her: No. Stay back. This toy is the only thing that keeps him calm

Ness, rolls his eyes: We can do it as well. In fact, we can do a better job than that smelly toy

Lorenzo, laughing silently: You losers are jealous over a toy.

Kaiser, still glaring at the crow plushie: And?

[lovehotelreservation]

chapter two: used to burn cds full of songs i didn't know summary: worldwide fame and a political tie or two has you--one of the biggest pop stars around--in dire need of reliable protection. thankfully you have four ex-military retirees to entrust your wellbeing to. but what happens when that protection turns possessive? rating: pg-13 (rating will increase across certain chapters) story pairing: f!reader/task force 141 | chapter pairing: f!reader/price previous chapter | next chapter

would u believe me if i said part of the reason this fic exists in the first place is because i was listening to the mean girls remix and i placed price in the perspective of julian casablancas divorcedly singing about his failed relationships while thinking of the reader frolicking in the back as charli goin "THIS ONE'S FOR ALL MY MEAN GIRLSSSSSSSSSS" 😭😭

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Price was old.

He was well aware of this.

Whether it was the lumbering and lingering ache of a strained muscle from a campaign that greeted him upon waking up in the morning, or Johnny and Kyle snickering together of his first job being the lad who told Scrooge that it was Christmas Day, Price was well aware of the crows feet by his eyes.

And the refined and honed strength of his backhand across the back of Johnny’s and Kyle’s heads that only decades of experience could provide.

He wasn’t one to keep up with trends, but he was at least aware that buying music wasn’t the same either.

Instead of having his choice of Virgin Records or HMV to stroll up to on a Saturday morning, there was now Spotify or Apple Music on his phone.

It was a curious and nice thing however, to see that you–as a current artist–were still keeping the lost art of physical releases alive with your music.

While standard for you as a pop star, there was something kind and nostalgic to be able to pop open a CD case and pluck a thin shiny disc from within.

Though, here he was with a celebratory cigar in hand at a local pub not too far from the Shangri-La with the others–one that aligned more with their average shared tax bracket–, befuddled at the album that was handed to him, one that looked to be more the size of a Bible than the thin plastic cases of before.

Your first solo album. 

A gift from you to him, Kyle, Johnny, and Simon that was given by your manager–Pearl, a woman whose knife-like acrylic nails, insistence on wearing sunglasses indoors, and an air of Dior perfume and cigarette smoke served as a quick snapshot of a no-nonsense industry veteran–on their way out from the hotel. The introductions and pleasantries were short and curt, her handshake firm and cold before she departed to return to her room upstairs.

Inside the ornate packaging of your album included a lyric booklet that looked to be a mini-photo book instead, pictures of your album’s photoshoot within–so unlike the thin booklets of before.

What did stand out most to him was the small card that featured a photo of yourself on the front and a signature printed on the back.

“Ahh got yerself gold right there, Captain! Her fans would kill ya for that,” Johnny chuckled, brandishing the card he received: the outfit was the same but your pose was different and he wasn’t as fortunate to receive a signature on his.

Neither did Kyle and Simon apparently, the former curiously checking your wiki page on his phone while the latter gleamed through your lyric booklet with nary a word.

Price brought his cigar to his lips for a puff, his eyes trained on your photocard, taking in every detail presented.

From having previously seen you so meek, quiet and shy to now holding a card of you dressed in full glamour, doe eyes gazing up to the camera and–

He glanced further down.

–your dress cut nice and low.

His lips pursed slightly in thought.

Perhaps it wasn’t the most professionally appropriate to be ogling his client or morally appropriate to be ogling the young woman who one of his good friends entrusted her safety to.

But hey–Price simply liked what he saw.

“You wanna trade, boss?”

Price’s gaze flickered over to Johnny, who held out his photocard: it was you with your back turned towards the camera, your eyes fixed in a wink and your fingers fixed in a peace sign. While his question was posed in a light tone, the look on his face was more like that of a puppy.

He returned his gaze to his card.

That look on your face, that revealing dress of yours.

Cigar smoke was held in his mouth a second more before he carefully released it from his lips to keep the heady clouds from floating over your card.

Shifting his eyes back to Johnny’s pleading features, he proceeded to flicker some cigar ash over a nearby tray. “It’s a tough economy out in the world, Johnny.” Practically hearing the Scot’s heart break from across the table, he held up your card once more, tapping on the front a few times–right on your cleavage at that–as he affirmed with a nod and his tone light. “I’ll be keeping this should I need to start bartering at Sainsbury’s.”

Johnny was left to seek comfort from Kyle and Simon for a trade.

“Let me save you some time, mate–I’m keeping mine.”

“Kyle, I didn’t even–Fine, fine. Simon let me see what ya got, yeah? Not like yer actually gonna do anything with it.”

“A picture’s worth a thousand words, Johnny. Hers is 10,000–start tellin’ me why I should give mine to you.”

“Dinnae gimme any of that cheek, ya bastard!”

As this went on, Price tucked your photocard away into the pocket of his bomber jacket, letting his hand linger over the printed rectangle for a moment longer.

Your beauty was worth more than gold, that was for certain.

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thank you for reading!!! for the warm reception upon debut!!! working on this piece has really reinvigorated a passion and drive for writing and i hope you all enjoy what's in store!!! 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

and just as a little something something, here's the title of the next chapter:

sweat marks all on my clothes

i wonder who shall be the focus next time !!! 🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️

[xhollowfaerie]

If you like your coffee hot, let me be your coffee pot

You call the shots, babe, I just wanna be yours...

Rookanis fluff and longing, with a cherry of Spite on top. 💕

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“Rook?”

The rich Antivan accent rang through the main hall, eliciting a raise of two mismatched orbs. A book sprawled open, floating in front of her as the pages seemed to turn of their own volition. The sound of his voice immediately attracted all of the elf's attention, and the book closed itself before taking refuge atop the coffee table.

“Oh…! Hi, Lucanis.”

Mierda. 

The way his name rolled off her tongue… he couldn't even imagine ever getting used to it.

“Smells like… rosemary and vanilla. Longing.”

He couldn't hold Spite back. However, he managed to elicit a giggle from the elf as her scarred hands ran through the ample length of her silken, roseate locks, slowly and soothingly.

“Yes, Spite. It's rosemary oil, great for your hair. The vanilla is the top note of my perfume. Teia gifted it to me, on our last trip to Treviso.”

Lucanis held Teia in high regards, saw her as family; they had both always been around Caterina; she was basically his teasing younger sister. 

Viago, well. He had come to see him as family too, especially as he grew closer to Teia. Old feelings had come to pass. Everything was neutral, calm. As it should be.

Except Teia already had Viago. Why must she keep flirting with Rook, too?

I could have gotten it for you.

‘Jealous’ Spite growled in his ear, and Lucanis thanked the Maker that he managed to suppress him from saying that out loud. He knew Teia’s little affections towards Rook were inoffensive, and mostly meant to irk him. 

The worst part was that Teia saw exactly how Lucanis had looked at Rook since the second she brought him back to Treviso, and that she continued to aggravate him in relation to the feelings that already tormented him day in and day out.

“I really like her, Teia. She’s like the sister I never had” Rook broke their silence once more, and slid across the couch so she could make space. Heat rushed to her face as she pondered for a moment, before continuing with a sheepish smile. “But don’t worry, you’ll always be my favourite Crow.”

Lucanis felt his stomach flip, and, unsure of what to do with whatever was fluttering inside of it, tried to gulp it down and clear his throat with an awkward chuckle.

You’ll always be my favourite Rook. 

“Rook! Is my! Favourite!” Spite barked happily, before Lucanis covered his face in shame. His canine dug into his bottom lip to the point of drawing blood, if only to stop the demon from revealing anymore compromising thoughts.

She laughed sweetly, glancing away. Rook tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and nervously fidgeted with her hands atop her lap.

“I’m glad” she breathed. She sounded… relieved? “Care to join? Sleep seems to be eluding me.”

A pile of books towered next to an aromatic porcelain cup, causing Lucanis’s nostrils to flare with anticipation. She bent towards the coffee table and revealed his purple cup from behind the pile, steaming and waiting.

“I… sorry, I made us both coffee out of habit. Seeing your cup next to mine feels oddly comforting. Here, before it gets cold.”

Something flooded through him, all the way to his fingertips. He tried to shake the feeling off as he approached her with soft steps. He hovered for a moment, unsure if he should sit next to her or across, but she had already invited him to join the free spot by her side, and it would be rude not to accept.

Of course. That's why.

‘Liar.’

“Gracias. Tasting Rook’s famous coffee is an offer I can never refuse.”

She grinned, and he couldn’t help the corners of his lips from tugging upwards, folding his arms as he took a sip. She did the same, before her lips let out a prolonged exhale. Lucanis shivered.

“Ahh. It’s getting there, but still nowhere near Pietra’s. I don’t think I could ever make something that perfect.”

“The profile is… whimsical. Cinnamon, nutmeg. Honey. The beans are slightly charred. And… Ah, yes. Cream, with the faintest hint of…”

Their eyes locked; he felt his breath cut off as he drank her expression in. They were close enough to notice the few freckles dotting her face, beneath her Vallaslin and scars, and the unnatural shine in her left eye. The back of his own itched ever so slightly. Her eyelashes curled beautifully around them, fluttering at him like the wings of a fairy.

“Lavender” he breathed, and her hand dared to slowly slide across the fabric of the couch, inching closer. 

Longing, Spite had said. As he felt his skin prickling from their vague proximity, all he could smell was rosemary. Not even the coffee could keep her from invading all of his senses.

Lucanis froze; he feared the aggressive pace at which his heart hammered against his ribs would be loud enough for her to hear. 

The way the two jewels gazed at him from beneath her lashes felt like he was being put under a spell. The itching got worse, and, as Kore’s sheer robe slid down her perfectly rounded shoulders, the Crow caught a glimpse of her chest, unable to tear his eyes away from the lace neckline of the pale pink chemise, shamefully following the curve of her generous cleavage. The elegance of its silk couldn’t outmatch that of her visage, of the intricate streaks of lightning that decorated her like the brush strokes of a painting, more exquisite than any of Viago’s prized possessions.

Suddenly, he pulled away and brought a hand up to his face, scrubbing his eyes painfully as he let out a groan of frustration.

“This cursed Fade… why so bad, all of a sudden…” he lamented to himself. Spite repeatedly kicked the couch.

‘ALWAYS! ALWAYS RUIN IT, LUCANIS! LONGING! SHE LONGS FOR YOU. FOR US. ARGH, STUPID, STUPID! Let Spite try, take care of Rook. I’ll show her. Desire. Mine. Yours.’

The assassin grit his teeth and directed a very colorful string of Spanish towards Spite under his breath before facing her again.

‘Pretty eye. Pretty color. Like a petal. Tell her. Rook, so pretty. Beautiful. Like a day of spring. TELL HER!’

“Enchanted” it finally dawned on him, with a little help from his usually (extremely) not helpful roommate.

“Your eye. That’s why… it made mine itch.”

A flicker of hurt flashed across her features, and he immediately regretted his words.

“Yes, it’s… They took-”

The table rumbled, and the entire stack of books threatened to fall over; she took a deep breath, inhaling the scent - of Lucanis - of their coffee, steadying her hands so her cup would stop clinking atop the frail porcelain plate.

“I… lost my eye, years ago. After I joined the Dragons, Viper suggested I could get one custom made. I wasn’t great at fighting, and it gave me a huge disadvantage. So I accepted. And… I thought I could use my magic to enchant it. I worked on it for weeks.”

She let out a small sigh, placing her cup down and bringing one hand to her face, to ghost under her artificial eye. “I still can’t see with it, not in the normal sense. But it sees traces of magic, of the Fade. And it moves naturally, so it’s not too obvious.”

When she glanced at him again, his eyes were haunted by a frightening intensity. She had seen him focused before, but… not like this. His stare was so sharp, she felt like gazing at him a moment too long could cut her.

She didn’t look away.

His eyes had done this before. In Vyrantium.

When they first met, Rook had lied. She had been lying to everyone, including herself, he suspected, for what he assumed had been months, if not years. That she was Dalish.

Not even Neve knew, from what Lucanis could tell; he would never push, but the hints were there. She was not the kind of mage he hunted down, crippled and interrogated, before slicing their throats without a spare thought.

He had noticed for a while that details of her stories wouldn’t add up. He had noticed how she always aided the poor, always comforted the disadvantaged, the forgotten. And most of all, he saw the look on her face every single time she killed Vints.

It was the same as what he saw in the mirror, every time he dared to look. 

That hunger for revenge.

‘We kill them, ALL OF THEM. Make them. Suffer.’ Spite hissed as he slithered around the couch, before tilting his head in front of Rook, reaching out to gently hold a single lock of her hair. 

‘So gentle. Like a flower.’

The Crow had never considered that his demon could ever be so careful with something as he watched Spite gingerly twirl streaks of pink between his digits.

‘We kill them. They. Hurt Rook.’

Yes, Lucanis thought instinctively, in a heartbeat. Even Spite was surprised at how quickly they agreed.

We’ll kill every single one. Until there’s nothing left. Until their blood flows like rivers.

“Lucanis?” 

He widened his eyes incredulously as a gentle warmth caressed his skin, the tips of her fingers brushing across his cheek. He had never felt such tenderness.

“Are you alright? Is it Spite? Don’t worry. I’m here. Nothing bad happened.”

He parted his lips to speak, but the words he longed to voice died in his throat, all he could do was panic and pull away, straightening his collar and taking a quick gulp of coffee to steady his mind.

“Lo siento. I do not mean to cause you distress” he hastily replied, watching her shyly retreat and mirror him as she reached for her coffee.

‘She cares for you. For us! Sweet. Lavender. Kiss her. I want. To. KISS. ROOK!’

Thankfully, her honeyed voice overlapped with Spite’s. “No, not at all. Quite the contrary. The cafe, and here, now…with you… I can finally relax” she murmured, smiling down into her cup as she cradled it between her palms.

They chatted idly, and Lucanis offered to listen to her reading her book, if only to calm Spite’s demands. She had flushed, but agreed, and lovingly recited a passage from Hard in Hightown.

He listened intently, until he felt his eyes sliding to a close. Their empty coffee cups rested together near her books. The purple cup casted a protective shadow over white and pink porcelain.

Kore watched him quietly; for how long, she couldn���t remember. She studied his features adoringly, the little moles on his face, the shape of his nose, the very faint wrinkles tailing his eyes, and the sinking shade of exhaustion beneath. Her smile turned into a small frown, and, without warning, she angled towards Spite, who had been sitting between them, doing his best to behave.

“Please. Let him rest?” she pleaded, and one of her hands reached out towards Lucanis. She almost touched him, almost... wistfully tracing the shape of his exhaustion in the air above his face.

“My Crow. He’s so tired.”

The purple humanoid shape that constituted Spite in her enchanted eye nodded begrudgingly, but gestured her hand away from Lucanis, snatching it instead. She couldn’t hear him, but she saw him mouthing a pessimistic ‘fine’. He couldn’t touch her, but he wanted to pretend to hug her hand to his chest, and she obliged.

Kore’s expression softened, leaning in to place a kiss on Spite’s forehead. His excitement almost woke Lucanis, but she placed a finger over her lips, gesturing him to stay quiet. 

“Thank you, Spite. We can keep reading if you want.”

If he had a tail, it would be wagging. He grinned from ear to ear and brought his knees to his chest as Rook’s whispers soothed Lucanis in his sleep, blissfully unaware that she had additionally enchanted her eye (with the help of the Caretaker and Emmrich). She had been able to vaguely see his plus one for quite a while.

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

PLEASE 🙏🙏🙏🙏 YOUR DSB PLAYLIST!!! I keep seeing u talk about it and you have BANGERS on that pl

I think I have shared it before but back when I was only on like chapter 2 so its been buried and has changed ALOT- But here you go!!

Full list (and notes)

Oh No! (Tims "Grand plan")

Flight of the Crows (Running away from what he loves, of course)

Nobody (Self imposed curse of isolation)

Colors (Yes. (also just a fav tim song regardless of AU)

United in grief ( Acting as Timothy Drake)

Teen Idle (Mourning his youth, for a second time)

Gasoline (Tim breakdown in luxury vibes)

I cant fix you (I still religiously listen to fnaf fan songs, this one just fits)

Brother (MY COUNTRY ASS SNUCK IN- It doesnt even relate to the AU, I just love the vibe- if anything it fitd Dick towards Jason but thats besides the point)

Passing through (cant the future just wait) (Times running out)

Are you Satisfied? (Literally perfect song about his situation)

Look who's inside again (Again, Isolation)

Coffee (Internal struggle- but the caffine isnt the problem)

Digital Silence (Again, just in here for the vibes)

Over & Over (AMAZING imagining song, like a little movie)

Problems (Tim to Jason)

Oh Ana (Not even kidding, THE MOVIE song- (from breathing as tim bleeds out to the The Angel I couldnt kill just AHH)

Rat (Just a vibe)

Lotta True Crime (Not for Tim actually, but related)

Misery Meat (Mans is the rainbow fish)

Feel Better (Y E A H- No explination needed)

Arms Tonight (This but literally, though he wont admit it)

The Burning pile (Tim ignoring his problems for the "greater good")

Family Jewels (The Drakes.)

Devil Town (Life in Gotham, reminishing his Time as Robin w/ his old fam)

Hermit the Frog (Another "just a vibe")

Michelle (Not for Tim, but relevent :)

Girls (The horror in being Timothy)

Saint Bernard (THIS- THIS THIS THIS (literally so mmmm lore))(might make a PMV when the fic is finished just for THIS!!)

Washing Machine Heart (A vibe.)

The Bidding (Timothy but less ironically)

Seventeen (Tim and Timothy- also just "seventeen" when he died s o)

Cupid (He still loves them...)

Hidden in the sand (Memories.)

dumb dumb (Tim pulling off his shit, mostly Cardinal)

American Healthcare (glitzy) (Tim in his career)

Treehouse (STAY OFF MY LAWN!!!)

Worlds greatest actor (Rec by @ihavenotsleptindays my dear, and its perfect. Tim as Timothy, or are they one in the same??)

Rule #34 (Not for Tim, but TOO him :)

Harpy Hare (Im obsessed okay?)

Prom Queen (Beautiful tragedy all the people envy)

No place like home (Not what it seems)

Again & Again (Another "movie in my mind") song

Labryinth (Movie mind!! Lots of lore and distortion lol)

Youth (Tim being self aware, for once)

Just one Yesterday (YES YES YES YES)

Angry too (Just a vibe.)

Pompeii (He misses what things can never again be)

spy? (Two face.)

Lullaby of the False Hydra ( Once again, im obsessed but for diff reasons)

Sweet Hibuscus tea (GAHHH)

Lights out (Hype song- and Cardinal BAMF)

Nothings New (Tim repeating his whole life and yet failing all over again)

Little Lion man (He wasnt really doomed wasnt he?)

Guilded Lily (The awnser is no, its never enough)

Underground (Once again, Gotham.)

Cast the Bronze (More a canon Jason song actually, but I still adore)

Could Have been me (Not Tim :)

Savior (Duet- but with who??)

Take me home, country roads (The country got me again. And yeah Tim longing for home he lost)

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

xavier x addams reader where she does witchy things and xavier is totally whipped for her

Ahh I miss writing for this fandom! Wednesday is one of my favorite fandom to write for (especially addams!reader) <3 Where is everyone?

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‘’Hand me the crow skull.’’

Xavier scanned across the table for the skull and handed it to you. There was a small — and overpriced — witchcraft store in Jericho, but he had a feeling you had gotten it yourself from a dead crow. The thought sent shivers down his back and impressed him at the same time.

‘’What is it that you’re doing exactly?’’ he asked, his spiritualism and witchcraft practice knowledge not as advanced as yours. 

Before you, a pentacle had been drawn with some lit candles around it, turning an old table into your altar. In the middle of the pentacle, you had superpositioned some bones along with a piece of fabric, turning the Nightshades library into your personal sanctuary.

If Principal Weems ever found out, she would shut down all activities and confiscate all of your material. Although Nevermore was a school for outcasts of all kinds, witchcraft practice outside classes was strictly forbidden. 

‘’Spying on my enemies,’’ you replied as you placed the small crow skull on top of the stacked bones. ‘’I suspect Bianca is planning to sabotage the Black Cats’ boat for tomorrow's Poe Cup.’’

‘’She sabotages everyone's boats every year. This is nothing new,’’ Xavier said, already feeling defeated although the competition was tomorrow. 

Somehow, only Bianca's boat make it back across the lake every year. Everyone else end up in the lake. It's too strange to be a coincidence or a fair win.

‘’Her little plans won’t be going accordingly this year. Wednesday made me swear on our great aunt Calpurnia’s grave that I would make sure Bianca wouldn’t sabotage her team’s boat. Unfortunately, a protection spell on their boat would be too obvious, but I can figure out her plans with a little crow's eye.’’ 

Xavier drew his eyebrows. ‘’A crow’s eye?’’ 

You hummed, then grabbed a handful of white grains and asked Xavier to move. ‘’Step back, mon amour, I wouldn’t want to injure you. It’s gonna blow up.’’ 

Getting the message, Xavier took a few steps back and watched from a safe distance. 

‘’Wings of Titania,’’ you began, sprinkling white grains around the bones,’’bear mine eyes aloft as I bid thee.’’ You dropped the rest of the white grains and all that was inside the pentagram blew up, your eyes turning white as your head tilted back the same way your sister would when getting a vision. 

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[itzjustm1st]

Okay so... This is my Vat7k/TTS oc Thomas Zador ! For context he has a few different Au's. The first three drawings are from an au where he would be part of the show's timeline. He's originally only from Vat7k, being from Corona but having moved from it at a young age. He's 17 in his original au. That would make him 13 in TTS s1 !

This one is the original Thomas !

Gonna add a little bit more of context to explain his character in both aus so this will have a lot of text.

Original Thomas: Thomas is a 17 year old wizard who lives alone (with his crow Phoenix) in a cottage close to a village in the outskirts of the earth kingdom. His family moved from Corona, the light kingdom, when he was 7 for "a better opportunity to offer their magical services in other places" (magic is a familiar thing). He left his house at the age of 15 to move into his present time home. His parents didn't stop him, he claims they trusted him enough to take care of himself at that age. In reality he doesn't really have the best parents. They never spend time with him, always being away for something and they don't encourage him at all. A phrase they always said to him was “you have to be proud of yourself because nobody else will be proud of you. Not even us.” Were they trying to prepare him for a cruel world full of disappointments? Maybe. But it really fucked him up. He's always looking for approval, love, respect, affection and interest from the villagers. He reaches a point where he starts to use his magic to cause 'disasters' to later on solve said disasters himself and start to be seen as a hero because of the way it makes him feel loved and wanted. (Some of those disasters could be, for example, catching trees or crops on fire, floods, small tornadoes, etc). It used to go like that until Varian and Team Radical stopped in that village to stock up on supplies. Basically they would go there. Meet him. See one of those 'disasters'. Try to help before Thomas appears and solves it himself. Varian starts to feel suspicious of Thomas. Somehow they learn the truth. Varian confronts him and Thomas gets VERY MAD. Thomas goes back to his cottage. There's a villain ahh monologue as he starts to plan on hitting the town with every single disaster he knows how to conjure to prove to Varian that he's a 'talented and skillful wizard who deserves the appreciation he receives'. He does it. Everything goes downhill when he can't solve them and Team Radical helps him as they save the village from the magical caused problems. People from the village find out about what Thomas was doing and they OBVIOUSLY start to resent him. Thomas apologizes to both Team Radical and the village but yk you can't fix your mistakes with a simple 'sorry'. The villagers didn't kick him out but you can probably imagine they don't treat him very well.

Ummm the TTS au is just him as a smaller child also looking for approval from others but OBVIOUSLY not reaching the point of causing disasters. He tries to help with everything he can and he's trying to be outside of his home as much as possible. He speaks more with Phoenix than with anyone else. Him and Varian have a... Complicated relationship since they both claim that their passion is better than the other's (science vs magic basically) and argue a lot but yk they're kids so sometimes they will go to the other to try to chat a bit.

Already yapped too much sorry (⁠・⁠–⁠・⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

Pretty sure nobody will read all of this anyways

[raihann1]

STOP

When I tell u the corpse bride and CP fic was so unexpected but so needed. Basically

I LOVED IT OML😭 IT'S ACTUALLY A REALLY CREATIVE CONCEPT AND A FUN READD AHH

Anyway, if you could make a part two I would be forever grateful. But don't push urself, I don't mind waiting<3 AND UR ART IS ADORABLE--

Okay, I'll leave you be now. Have a great day/night 🤧

🦋The other man⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖Eyeless Jack x Reader 2.

NOTES: AW THANKS!! Im going to continue this series untill its basically the whole thing, who should Victoria be? 😭

OLD!Notes: Gosh I love Corpse bride.. how about eyeless jack as a corpse husband though? 😼

Unaccurate E/J

This was made to fit F!readers sorry :( 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚✶🦋☆🦋★🦋☆🦋★🦋✶ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

You ran, ran for your damn life. What even was that thing?! No way in hell would you get catched by that! You ended up bumping headfirst into a large tree, whimpering in pain you saw the figure slowly making its way towards you. Your vision was blurry but you knew it was him. It had to be. You tried running agian only for you to embarassingly hit your head once agian on the same tree. You shook your head and dashed out of there. Slipping on ice and dashing through the forest as the figure seemed to try and reach out for you. The sharp branches you dashed through seemed to grab you and hold you in place as you gasped as one clung onto the collar of your shirt.

"Oh god!" You whispered as you trudged through them making it towards the bridge.

Crows seemed to appear out of nowhere and soon everything seemed peaceful once agian. Your breathing was heavy as you conciously looked around. Sighing in relief once you saw no trace of the man. You walked slowly backing away when suddenly.

BAM

Staring right back at you was the man, or demon or whatever this monster was! You gasped in shock. Backing away eyes widened as he slowly stepped closer to you reaching out for you.

"You may kiss the bride." The mans raspy demonic voice said as you could just sense he had a shit eating grin behind the mask. ---------------------------- Ｔｗｏ Your vision was blurry as you noticed two figures. One was the man, and another.. a skeleton.

A skeleton?!

"A new arrival?" The skeleton said intrigured.

"She must have fainted, are you alright?" He said tilting his head and reaching to place one hand behind your head.

"W-what happened.." you said seeming dazed.

"Looks like we got a breather!" The skeleton said its face inching closer to yours.

You gasped in shock.

"Does he have a dead brother?" A lady said shoving the skeleton out of the way.

"She's still soft!" A child like skeleton said joyfully.

You backed away, slowly moving upwards and taking in your surroundings.

"A toast!" A short skeleton with a cutlass shoved into its body said raising his glass. Another skeleton removed the weapon as the weird drink dispensed into his cup.

"To the newly weds!" He continued as the cutlass was once agajn plunged into him.

"Newly weds?!" You said astonished.

"In the woods! You said all those vows.. so.. perfectly!" He said gently grabbing your hand where a gold rusted ring was.

"I-i did?!" You said staring at your ring finger.

"I did!" You said realizing, you fell hitting your head over and over agian.

"Wake up! Wake up! WAKE UP!!"

"Coming through! Coming through! My name is Paul," a talking head said.

You gasped agian.

"I will be creating your wedding Feast!"

Suddenly a boy with blonde hair, black eyes and blood seeping from them appeared. He seemed to be some kind of glitch, a virus? His voice sounded of a child.

"Wedding feast?! Fuck yes!!" He sajd giggling as his whole body seemed to glitch.

"Your "husband" smiled and nervously laughed."

"Viruses.. hah.." he said.

"Oh!" You said almost falling AGIAN..

"Keep away! You grabbed the cutlass from the tiny skeletons body, struggling to retrieve it."

"I- i've got a.. dwarf and am not afraid to use it!" You said shaking.

The room gasped.

"I want some questions...NOW."

"Answers." The skeleton corrected you.

"I think you mean answers.."

"T-thank you yes..answers, I need answers."

Your "husband" seemed shocked.

"W-whats going on here! Where am I!" You said fumbling.

A pool ball fell from a pool table awkwardly.

"Who are you?!"

"Well.. thats kind of a long story."

"What a story it is, a tragic tale of romance, passion and a murder most foul." A skeleton in a top hat said.

"This is gonna be good!" The small skeleton said as you looked confused.

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Notes: you should listen to Remains of the day so it makes it more realistic :). Here are the changed lyrics!

Hey!Give me a listen, you corpses of cheerLeast less of you who still got an earI'll tell you a story, make your skeleton cryOf our own judiciously lovely corpse spouseDie, die we all pass awayBut don't wear a frown 'cuz it's really okayYou might try and hide, and you might try and prayBut we all end up the remains of the dayDie die die, yeah yeah, die die dieWell! A man is a gem known for miles aroundA mysterious stranger came into town she was angel like good lookin' but down on her cashAnd our poor little baby he fell hard and fastWhen his mother said no, he just couldn't copeSo our lovers came up with a plan to elopeDie, die we all pass awayBut don't wear a frown 'cuz it's really okayYou might try and hide, and you might try and prayBut we all end up the remains of the dayDie die die yeah yeahDie die die yeah yeahDie die die yeah yeahDie die die yeah yeahYeah, so they conjured up a plan to meet late at nightThey told not a soul kept the whole thing tightNow her fathers suit it fit like a gloveYou don't need much when you're really in loveExcept for a few things or so I'm toldLike the family jewels and a satchel of goldThen next to the graveyard by the old oak treeOn a dark foggy night at a quarter to threeHe was ready to go, but where was She?She waited(And then) There in the shadows, was it a Girl?(And then) His little heart beat so loud!(And then) And then baby, everything went blackNow when he opened her eyes, he was dead as dustHis jewels were missin' and his heart was bustSo he made a vow lyin' under that treeThat he'd wait for his true love to come set him freeAlways waitin' for someone to ask for his handThen outta the blue comes this lovely young girlWho vows forever, to be by his sideAnd that's the story of our own, corpse husbandDie, die we all pass awayBut don't wear a frown 'cuz it's really okayYou might try and hide, and you might try and prayBut we all end up the remains of the dayYeah

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚✶🩸☆🩸★🩸☆🩸★🩸✶ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

Part 3 anyone?