#hazel-makes-queues

[hazel-makes-things]

Wahlahwah Wednesday 🧜‍♀️ Chappell Roan - Casual

[bayetea]

ok I have something mildly inappropriate to say. if hazel and sammy had been 17 instead of 13 they definitely would have made out at least once. sammy is smooth as fuck. the way he kissed her on the cheek on her birthday could have easily turned into a 16 candles-type kiss scene if they weren't literally middle schoolers. people in the 1940s were more reserved but premarital kissing on the mouth was not some unheard of thing back then

fast forward like 75 years and hazel is voluntarily bringing leo into her flashback in moa and instead of the rufus bullying scene they stumble onto her first time kissing sammy and hazel is Mortified. her past self is getting frenched by sammy and she's like "oh no--oh gods I didn't mean to show you this--leo don't look!" and leo and sammy are identical so it feels like he's watching himself make out with her. and he's like "this is weird. I don't understand what's happening. did I make out with hazel 70 years ago and forget. why is fake leo so much better at that than me" but in the darkest recesses of his mind there's something kind of 😳😳😳 about it. it's just so easily self-insertable and he can't control how his brain is superimposing himself into sammy's shoes. it's like hazel levesque x reader and the reader is leo

and this is absolutely hilarious to me but unfortunately the consequence of rewriting it like this is that after they find out that sammy was leo's great great grandfather all along leo is going to feel such revulsion over what he did that he just stays on calypso's island and never comes back /j

[m4gp13]

you know what, while we're at it I might as well talk about the tartarus ethan au

The main gist is that Kronos was just really pissed about the betrayal thing and when he opened up that hole in the ground, he wasn't just sending Ethan to go splat on a pavement, he was sending him straight down to Tartarus. Luckily, Ethan landed in the Phlegethon so his body shattered on impact and then immediately got fixed up again. He stays in Tartarus for a full year, during which he survives by masking his scent with war prizes from the monsters he kills and from just sticking close to the Phlegethon so that if he gets too roughed up he can just hop in the water, splash about for a wee bit, and then hop back out right as rain.

He runs into Nico while Nico is looking for the doors of death and is half relieved to see another demigod for the first time in almost a year and the other half of him is horrified at the thought of a tiny squishy kid like Nico wandering Tartarus on his own. Ethan volunteers to be Nico's guide since Ethan knows the place pretty well (and because he's lonely and also because he doesn't want Nico to be on his own). They have a pretty decent time mostly because Ethan quickly clocks Nico as a closeted gay kid and decides to take him under his wing like a wizened queer mentor he is. Anyway, the thing with the giants happens and the two get separated when Nico gets jarred and Ethan is sent floating face-down in the Phlegethon. When he gets back on his feet he has no idea whether or not Nico's even alive which is. concerning.

Luckily for him, just when he thought his hellish Tartarus life is getting back to normal, Percy and Annabeth come dawdling along like a pair of zombies. Ethan can't just leave them so he drags them with him and offers to help with whatever bullshit they've been up to (he also gets the chance to ask about Nico and is very relieved when they let him know he's okay). No one in this situation is having a great time at the start because while Ethan did try to kill Kronos, the three of them still aren't on the best of terms. These terms don't get particularly better when Ethan stands off to the side watching the whole Akhlys thing go down and a significant part of him is wishing he hadn't kept them alive because OH MY GOD these bitches are so high maintenance! After the poison thing Annabeth and Percy are pretty tense with each other and Ethan, to his horror, realises that he needs to be the mediator so he just pulls them aside and tells them as gently as possible to get their shit together until they're not in hell anymore (not in so many words, he tells Percy that Annabeth might be a tad hesitant around guys she's close to suddenly developing a violent anger that causes them to lash out a people all things considered). Anyway, he brings them over to Damasen, who he's been pretty chill with over the past year, and then they get to the doors of death and Ethan finally gets to leave Tartarus (also Nico is very surprised and relieved to see Ethan no longer floating face-down in a river of fire).

[gemsgamegems]

Okay new headcannon dropped in the chat: so I already think Jace is demisexual/demiromantic, but I DEF feel like Adrian is somewhere on the ace spectrum 😊 (love me some gud representation yo)

[doodlebugdpj]

One more to add

The Hermes Cabin always makes sure to restock the camp's supply when they sneak out to get stuff (i.e. steal, but we don't talk about that 😉)

i was thinking about that taboo around menstruation and how fucking sick i am of it here u have headcanons of the chb boys actively trying to make it easier for the girls when they're on their period bc lmfao who the fuck is gonna stop me

the apollo cabin always gives free pads and tampons to whoever needs them. no matter the day. no matter the hour

percy recalls sally once told him exercise and movement helps w cramps, so whenever annabeth's on her period and they go to swim in the ocean, he makes calm waves just trying to soothe the pain

when piper's on her period leo makes a cup of infusion tea for her he learnt from his momma

thalia rarely visits camp but jason still keeps a kit of pads and tampons for her in their cabin's bathroom, just in case

will asked lou ellen from the hecate cabin to teach him some herbal infusions for his patients' and sisters' period cramps

he came back w plenty recipes of infusions after spending evenings w her

hazel, being freshly out from the 40's, was horrified when she first got hers

she woke up in a stain of blood on her pajamas and sheets in the middle of the night

nico got woken up by the muffled sound of his sis crying while aggressively cleaning her sheets

"...hazel?" "gods, nico! u scared me!" "why are u crying?"

when he tried to get close she rapidly covered the spot on the sheet w a pillow, and what was going on dawned on him

nico knocked on to the apollo cabin's door at 2am

a sleepy will opens up

"she got hers?" "yeah" "let me get u some"

nico comes back to cabin 13 w a little kit of pads w cute lilac flower design in his hands

he calmly got closer to her, hugged her and kissed her forehead

"i'm so sorry" "you've got nothing to be sorry about"

the next morning annabeth and piper calmly explained everything to her. warm hugs and cheek kisses included

no more disgust, no more discomfort, no more shame

the first time nico finally saw a pack of pads unapologetically just existing on hazel's night stand, he smiled

and left a little chocolate bar on her pillow

percy still bickers w clarisse. a lot

still that never stopped him from lending her a sweater to cover the back of her stained jeans when she needed it

leo knows piper has a irregular cycle so he always carries a bunch of tampons for piper in his bag whenever they go on long quests

"fuck i need a tampon" "got'cha"

grover learned to sew and started to make reusable pads

he made a pair for annabeth w little dagger designs on them

and then left a bunch in the apollo cabin, so there's a lovely bunch of handmade washable pads in the period kit for anyone to claim

bonus

percy often went to the store to get sally pads when he was younger

and also used to sterilize menstrual cups in the kitchen

so when estelle reached puberty boy already knew what to do

[carriaqes]

Hazel isn’t the most up to date either

[thisblogisaboutabook]

Bitter

Azriel x Reader - One Shot - Angst

Elain orders a couple shots. Azriel’s ex serves her.

“Now I’m sick in the head and it’s not even my fault”

She laughs as she approaches the bar. Lovely, beautiful, kind. Gods, she smells like honey and roses too. She even says “please” as she orders two shots of Patron.

I’m almost surprised, Patron for such a flowery thing. The most girls like her typically order are Lemon Drops. A sugar sweet rim with a bit of sour beneath.

I’m sure he encouraged her. Tequila, his drink of choice for the ladies. The clothes fall off easier that way.

I’d know.

Four years, four years I’d worked here and never gone home with a customer.

Until the Shadowsinger.

He had those sad brooding eyes that you can’t help but want to fix. Hazel irises that seeped into the marrow of your bones like a cancer, seeking out the guarded depths of the soul.

“He’s been gone for nearly fifty years now.” He’d say as he threw back another two finger pour of whiskey - neat.

“The court isn’t the same without him. Even from a business standpoint, our imports are lacking. Which is fine, but it’s a testament to the effect the High Lord has on this court.” I’d reply as I poured him another.

“Yeah…..” he’d trail off. My heart clenched at the emotion disguised by a stoic facade, the slight feathering of his jaw before throwing back the next shot.

I’d take care of a few other patrons, returning back to the Shadowsinger with another round from the occasional guest who’d send him a shot. Despite the “Illyrian bastard” reputation he blasted, he’s revered in Velaris, he fares quite well in the bedroom. What’s the classic phrase? Tall, dark, and handsome? Yeah, he’s got all that. That and a tragic backstory, a perfectly symmetrical face, and the highly gossiped about wingspan.

Females and males alike line up for a chance to have those scarred hands wrapped around their throat. A chance to win his heart through sexual prowess and witty one liners.

I didn’t even want him. Perhaps that’s what caught his eye. A customer who tipped well? Of course he was that. I gave him a free shot once for being patient while an influx of customers waved dollar bills at me desperate for their next shot in advance of the rest of the queue.

The nights that he sat at the bar extended later and later until it became routine for him to pop in, take a seat, and shut the place down- all from the shroud of wispy shadows.

When was the first time he fucked me in the alley? The first night he walked me home? The first night my cat curled up behind him as my head rested in the crook of his arm?

“It’s not serious.” I told myself as I came to depend on him like heroin. He sure as shit didn’t make it feel that way.

There were plans. Plans for what we’d do together when things settled down.

Rosehall was beautiful in the spring but a winter wonderland in December. Even the Illyrian Steppes had lovely secrets if you knew where to look. He couldn’t wait to cradle me in his arms as those membranous wings took flight to all the wonders he’d share with me.

There was the attack on Velaris. My apartment building was wrecked. He never came to check in.

Then the war came and I understood.

I was certain he was busy.

But I didn’t see him again.

Until tonight.

And here she is. Warm and lovely, she tipped well before walking back to the table with those two shots of Patron. I told her they were on the house.

I want to hate her. I want to loathe him. It would make me feel better, right?

But being bitter leaves the soul weathered, so I pour another shot, serve the next customer, cash out, and saunter home.

And if a stray shadow lurks in the dark as I wander, that’s not my business anymore.

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[solbaby7]

"Hey babes! Can I get a frozen Pina colada with a salt rim please!..." (slides extra 20$ across counter top) "... Maybe a little extra salty...😉"

🫡now your speaking my language🫡🍹🧂🧂🧂

[ “are you crazy? we’re in public” “then you’d better keep quiet” + cassian + smut ]

-> BLURB BAR <-

Cassian was the kind of male your mother warned you about.

With his charming smiles and cheeky dimples. All that thick muscle bulging against worn leather. When you close your eyes, you can still smell him; sandalwood laced with the bitter tang of iron.

A pretty storm.

The perfect disaster.

Cassian was controlled chaos, the kind that sweeps through and fucks your life up while you’re too blinded by their beauty to notice. And just when the fog clears over your eyes, they’ve already moved onto the next best thing and your left cleaning up the carnage.

You’d been warned, yet you ignore it anyway—hypnotized by those welcoming hazel eyes and all too pliant under hands strong enough to break fragile bone.

He uses it to his advantage, manhandling you about; placing you exactly as he wants you. Legs splayed over his lap. Tits warm and supple in his palms when he subtly gropes at you, a dripping cunt pooling arousal in his lap. “Cassian,” A gasp pulls free when the pad of his fingers drag through your folds, voice shaky when you glance about the room. “Are you crazy? We’re in public—someone will hear.”

“Then, you’d better keep quiet peach because I’m not stopping.” Muscles tense in response, back bowing to conceal the thick arm tucked beneath your dress. His wrist flicks casually, lazily; two fingers keeping you spread while another applies a dizzying amount of pressure to your bud. One knee jerks at the stimulation, knocking ever so slightly under the table before you remember where you are—the discretion required and as if on queue, Cassian mutters in your ear. “No one’s going to see either.”

Debatable.

But, he certainly makes it more difficult with his hulking figure swallowing you whole, every inch hidden by muscular shoulders and a broad wingspan.

You're lucky that gathered guests are too busy fawning over your High Lord and his Lady to notice that the commander of his armies was working two fingers into your leaky cunt. A blush burns along your cheekbones, spine stiff and breathing spotty when trying to pretend that the steady thrust of his digits inside you wasn't shooting lightening along your nerves.

A cold-sweat breaks out along your hairline, hips subconsciously rutting into the pleasure brought between your thighs. "This is insane," You huff out, the smell of fae wine assaulting your senses with its sweet notes--almost as intoxicating as the male responsible for your undoing. "Can't believe you're making me do this."

"Not making you do anything, peach." The pace of his fingers speeds up, a humiliating squelch sounding below fresh linens as your body shows just how weak your flesh is. It's infuriating how quickly Cassian gets you there; too aware of what makes you tick and using it to his advantage. "Not yet, at least."

Lips swell under the stress of your teeth biting into them but it's the only way to keep the whorish moans trapped on your tongue as you teeter the line of mind-numbing ecsasty.

It’s so close you can taste it. Eyes clenching shut. Mouth parted ever so slightly as fingers curl into the fabric bunched at your thighs. But right before the peak of pleasure can wash over you, the sound of a chair being pulled back draws your attention.

“Well brother,” A voice croons. “What do we have here?”

[daydreaming-nerd]

Young Love and Old Money (Cassian x Female! Reader) Part 4

Young Love and Old Money Masterlist

AN: I wrote this hungover so you can just call me The Little Engine That Could

Summary: She was the most beautiful woman in Prythian, sister to the High Lord of Night, and now she is the soon-to-be wife of Eris Vanserra. Despite her many titles and her aura of unattainability, Cassian can't help but fall deeply in love with the princess of the Night Court. But will it be enough to stop her impending wedding to a man who is sure to destroy her from the inside out?

Warnings: Sexisim, trauma from under the mountain, alcohol, SA, blood

Word Count: 3,121

If Eris could see me right now he would surely detest my un-princess like behavior and call off our courtship promptly. In fact I might put ‘standing on a pile of books to reach the top of a bookshelf’ in my Eris repellent arsenal. 

Normally I would ask The House of Wind for assistance but I suppose that today it wanted to use me as entertainment. The large stack below me wobbled causing my stomach to flip as my fingertips brushed the edge of the leatherbound book I was just dying to read. I almost had it in my hand when my book stack teetered again causing me to gasp. 

“Woah there princess!” boomed a voice from the hall. “Get down, you're going to hurt yourself.” 

I turned my head to find Cassian clad in casual clothes, most likely about to turn in for the night. Seeing him in fighting leathers was deadly, but seeing him so domestic? It made my cheeks heat. My makeshift step stool wobbled again and I would’ve toppled over if it wasn’t for the general's hands grasping my hips and placing me on the ground. 

“Thanks,” I smile as my feet firmly hit the plush carpet. I can’t help but feel a little foolish.

“Which one did you want?” Cassian asked, scanning the shelf I was close to climbing. 

“Uh the red one, with the rose on the spine,” I reply pointing to it. 

He reached his arm up and plucked the book from the shelf with ease. Gods now I really did feel foolish. 

“Here you go,” he smiles, handing me the book. I take it from his grasp and for a moment his hand brushes mine sending shivers down my spine. In the 5 seconds I feel his skin I try to soak up all the warmth that it holds. Try to remember the sensation so I can replay it over and over again in my head when I go to bed. 

“Thank you,” I smile trying to avoid those hazel eyes.

“See now you’ve taught me to fetch too,” he jokes. 

I roll my eyes, “You’re never going to let me live that dog comment down are you?” I laugh. 

Cassian flashes me a smile that threatens to make my knees buckle before perusing the bookshelf himself. I take it as my queue to relax on the couch next to the roaring fire. Ever since that drunken night when I ran into him coming back from Rita’s I couldn’t shake the words he had said to me… I’d do anything for you y/n. I tried to forget the feeling of his hands on my hips, the warmth seeping through the silk of my nightgown. But no matter how hard I tried, the scene continued to replay in my head over and over again. 

Even now it was hard to read with him in the room. I tried to keep my eyes on the book I was reading, but even just watching him scan all the shelves was erotic. I watched as his fingers grazed over a few titles until he finally plucked one from its spot. He began to walk towards the door and before I could even think my words betray me. 

“Wait!” I call out and he stops in his tracks. I mentally curse myself. Now what’s your plan dipshit? 

“Do you need another book?” Cassian asks and I realize I’ve let him sit in silence for longer than I ought to. 

“Could you stay and read here? I know reading is typically an independent activity but…” My voice trails off and I try to decide whether or not to voice my next words. “I find it hard being alone as of late.”  

It was true. Whenever I had a moment alone my mind would wander to that interaction in the hallway… don’t marry him…and then it would wander to thoughts of Eris, that damned dream I kept having. 

“Of course I’ll stay,” he says, turning from the door. 

As long as you’ll let me, I’ll do anything for you princess…

Cassian walks over to where I sit on the couch, picks up my outstretched legs and places them on his lap so that he can sit down. His forearms rest on my shins as he flips open his book and I nearly gawk at how natural the movement is for him. 

“You don’t have to sit next to me, you know?” I laugh. “You can sit in one of the chairs over there if you want to.” I say nodding to a set of armchairs in the corner. 

“Yeah but this is the only seat close to the fire,” he replies. “Besides, those chairs aren’t very wing friendly.” 

My eyes look back to the chairs and realize that he’s right so I shrug my shoulders and turn my eyes to my book. It was hard to concentrate on reading with the feeling of my legs in his lap but as my eyes scan the page I can’t help but get lost in the story…

“So you have me alone, in your bedroom.” Sofie says. “Now what happens?” 

Alexander stalks towards her, looking her up and down. “Now I kiss you, and touch you, and make you mine in every way I possibly can.”

I feel my blood heat up and I avidly try not to let my toes curl knowing they are currently in Cassian’s lap. The scene progresses and I try not to look like I’m reading something so filthy in the presence of my general, which is near impossible. 

Cassian clears his throat and I yank my gaze up expecting to find him looking at me like a scorned parent. Instead I find him quietly reading his own book. His own very large, very heavy book. 

“That book is huge,” I point out and his gaze snaps to me. “What is it about?”

“It’s about war strategies,” he replies cooly. “I’ve read it before, but I like to brush up on it every now and then.” 

“That’s what you read in your spare time? War strategies?” I scoff. 

“Knowledge is power princess,” he smiles flipping through the pages of the abnormally large book. “I’m your general, don’t you want me reading this kind of thing?” 

“I want you to read what makes you happy, especially when it’s for pleasure.” I laugh, shaking my head.  

“Well then you’ll be glad to know that reading war books makes me happy,” he muses at me. 

I shake my head and return to my own book, getting caught up in the heat of the scene once more. 

“What are you reading princess?” Cassian chides knowingly. 

“Oh nothing,” I say, pulling the book closer to my chest in a way that definitely could’ve been more subtle.

“Really because it looked like you were riveted a few moments ago,” he smirks, leaning over to try and see the title. 

“Well it’s a good book!” I squeak, pulling the book back further so he can’t see it.

“Why are you hiding?” Cassian laughs. “Afraid I’ll judge your literary tastes?”

“Yes actually I am,” I laugh pulling the book away from his hand as he tries to pluck it from my fingers. 

“Oh c’mon princess I showed you mine now show me yours,” he teases. One of his hands clamps down on my ankle so I can’t shift away anymore while the other snatches the book from my hands. 

“Cassian!” I protest as he moves the novel to his other hand that’s hanging off the arm of the couch. 

“As he kissed her feverishly his hands ran down her bare breasts, leaving goosebumps over the skin they touched.” Cassian read from the book. “This isn’t very lady like reading material princess!” he teases me. 

In a panic I climb over his lap to try and get the book back but he pulls it even further away. 

“Alexander's fingers traveled lower to her awaiting-” Cassian laughed before I finally grabbed the book from his hands. 

“I’ll take that!” I said snapping the book closed. 

It wasn’t until the book was safely in my possession once more that I realized the compromising position I was in… I was on his lap. I was sitting on my general's lap. I quickly scooted over to the side to sit next to him once more trying to hide the blush in my cheeks. 

“Who knew you had a secret romantic side?” Cassian teases with a sly smirk. 

“Yeah yeah, you found me out! Now go back to reading your book about stabbing people!” I brush him off with a laugh.

We spend the rest of the evening reading our respective books, this time without any interruptions. At first it’s nearly impossible to read while he’s right next to me, especially given the content of said book. But after a while I fall into a comfortable silence with the general, stealing glances at him whenever I can. At some point in the night, though I can’t pinpoint when, my eyes grow heavy and I fall asleep, one of the most peaceful rests I’d had in a while.  

Cassian: 

I’d be lying if I didn’t say the content of the princess’ book didn’t both shock and intrigue me. So much so that I couldn’t help but glance her way every once in a while just to see her little hands gripping the pages like her life depended on it. 

Even though she was just sitting there reading, she was so undeniably gorgeous. No wonder her beauty had been built up to the point where she was practically a character from mythology.  I almost cursed myself for admiring her too much, clearly just becoming another wide eyed male desperately seeking the princess’ attention. I recalled how Helion practically begged Rhysand for her hand, not to mention the other lords. Gods I really was just one of many when, and even more depressing, the least worthy of her affections.

At one point I glanced over to find her fast asleep with her book resting on her chest. I thought about leaving to go to my room or carrying her to bed. But she was so peaceful. More peaceful in this moment than I had seen in the past few weeks. I would kill anyone who dared pull her from that peace, and that meant myself as well. So I set down my book and let myself sink further into the couch. 

I had never slept in the library before, but there’s a first time for everything.  

Cassian:

“You’re even slower today than you were yesterday brother,” Azriel barked, swinging his sword towards me. I blocked with my own, the sound of metal on metal reverberating throughout the air. “Let me guess, another bad night of sleep?” 

“I slept fine!” I grumble going in for the attack, he blocks me with ease. 

“Are you sure? When I saw you asleep on the couch with the princess this morning you didn’t look too comfortable.” he smirked. The words caught me so off guard I missed my block and his sword sliced the back of my shoulder. 

“Ahh,” I hissed at the cut. 

“Sorry I thought you were gonna block that,” Azriel laughs. 

“I’m fine,” I say, shrugging off the small cut. “Let’s go again.” 

“Actually let’s call it, Rhys needs me on the border to check on things with Hybern,” Az replies, putting his sword over with the others. 

I do the same and go to take off the wraps around my hands. I can’t help but notice the scars and calluses all over them from years of battle and war. Clearly hands unfit to be anywhere near the princess. 

“How does the autumn court fare?” Azriel asks, pulling me from my thoughts. 

“Still full of the most pompous asses in Prythian,” I roll my eyes. 

“Good to see things haven’t changed,” Az laughs. “Does y/n seem to be warming up to Eris?” 

My head immediately goes to that dark hallway. How she screamed for him to get off her. I’ll never unsee the fear in her eyes. 

“No, she can’t stand him. But he seems to be warming up to her just fine,” I say trying not to sound as bristled as I am. 

“Uh oh,” Azriel said, catching my tone. 

“He was going to rape her the other day, I had to intervine.” I huff tossing away what’s left of my wraps a little harsher than I normally would.

“Are you serious? Why haven’t you told Rhys?” Azriel asks, his tone changing. 

“She won’t let me, she's determined to see this thing through, for us, for her people.” I explain trying to stay calm. 

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t see this coming,” Azriel says. “When she became this almost mythical being I knew that she would be a conquest. Especially for males like Eris. If he chooses to marry her it won’t be because he loves her. He just wants to say that he owns The Jewel.”

“You think I don’t know that?” I scoff at my brother. 

“She deserves someone who loves her for her. Someone who sees her as more than The Jewel. Someone who has a big heart. Someone who makes her laugh. Someone that teaches her how to play drinking games,” Azriel went on and I knew exactly what he was getting at. 

“Nice try Az, but it’s never going to happen,” I huff walking towards the door 

“You wouldn’t know, you haven’t asked her!” he shouts at me. 

I shake my head at my brother's persistence as I make my way inside the House of Wind. For what it’s worth, I should be flattered that he think’s the princess could ever love someone like me. But I don’t feel flattered, I feel like a joke. The kind that might be passed around by other men at taverns for years to come. 

“Have you ever heard the story of the bastard general and the beautiful princess?”

“The poor fool fell in love with her and she turned him down flat!”

Gods I could hear the crowds of drunken fools laughing at the tale right now. 

The kitchen in the House of Wind always seemed like the most alive part of the house and the part of the house I had always ventured to least. Meals always seemed to appear whenever they were required, leaving no reason to darken the kitchen's doorstep. However, while the cut on the back of my shoulder didn’t hurt, the last thing I needed was an infection. Which is how I found myself rummaging through doors and cabinets for the first aid kit.

“You’re bleeding.” said that beautiful voice cutting through the air like a siren's song. I swore then and there I’d follow it to whatever end. 

I turned to find the princess, standing in the doorway clutching that red leather book from last night. I don’t miss her eyes glancing over my half naked body and it takes everything in me not to bear a self satisfied smirk.

“It’s just a scratch from sparring with Az,” I reply, trying to look over my shoulder to see the state of the cut. 

“Here, let me help you,” she said, turning to the drawer nearest to her and pulling out the first aid kit. 

“Don’t worry I can do it,” I assure her, the idea of her dirtying her hands by touching me makes me cringe. 

“It’s on your back you won’t be able to reach it,” she answers, laying out the things from the kit. 

“Princess you really don’t have-” 

“Shh, think of it as me repaying you for fetching that book for me last night,” she says with a playful glint in her eye. 

I smile remembering everything from me teasing her about the dog comment to the sight of her reading that dirty book. I turn around so she can see the small cut. 

“Do you think you could sit down? It’ll be easier for me to reach.” she asked me. 

“Yes sorry,” I replied sitting down. 

My skin practically buzzes from anticipation, knowing I’ll feel the gentleness of her hands at any  moment.  I suddenly feel like an adolescent male again, excited at the idea of having a female hug me. The second the warm washcloth is pulled away from the cut it’s replaced by her hands smoothing a healing balm over it. I flinch at the chill of her fingers on my bare skin. 

“Sorry my hands are cold,” she apologizes. I almost laugh, her hands are nothing but perfect. All of her is. 

“No it’s okay,” I say back trying to keep my voice even. I feel her smooth a bandage over the cut and the second she removes her hands from my skin I contemplate begging her to touch me once more. 

“All patched up!” she cheers, already beginning to pick up the supplies. 

“Thank gods I thought they were going to have to amputate,” I laugh standing up and flexing my shoulder back and forth to get used to the feeling of the wrapping.

“We can’t have that. How would you dance at the Vanserra’s ball tomorrow night?” she jokes putting the kit back in the drawer. 

“Ah yes, I forgot that’s tomorrow,” I say. In truth I had been counting down the days leading up to the dreaded event.

“You are coming right?” she asks and I can sense a bit of worry behind her words.

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss it,” I assure her. 

“Good, it’ll be nice to have a familiar face there,” she smiles. “Who knows, maybe they’ll bring out that wine they had at dinner.”

“They better, there’s no way I can stand being in a room full of pompous assholes that long sober!” I laugh.  

“Tell me about it, I’ll have to dance with Eris all night,” she says, rolling her eyes. The image of her in his arms is enough to make my blood boil. 

“Who knows princess, maybe you’ll be surprised at your surplus of dance partners,” I smirk knowingly. 

“I’m sure Eris will beat them all off with a stick,” she huffs leaning against the table, picking at her nails. 

“Then he should talk to Rhys first and get a few pointers,”  I laughed leaning against the table next to her. 

"Or better yet, maybe I'll bring a stick to fend them off myself," she quips, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

With a shared laugh, we lingered in the moment, finding solace in each other's company before the looming specter of tomorrow's ball cast its shadow over us once more.

Part 5

Taglist: @crystalferret202 , @nickishadow139 ,  @graceshifts , @writeroutoftime , @heyyitsnat21,  @stinkinstuffie , @lilah-asteria , @12358 , @fxckmiup

[lyn31]

Love and Deepspace - What If?

Summary

On what should be her triumphant first day as a Hunter, Ever Xiang is pulled from the field by a health complication—only to find herself face-to-face with Zayne Li—her childhood friend—whose presence brings back a memory she didn’t expect to surface.

Ao3 link

My Masterlist ✨

Notes

This is an old WIP, I commission an art for my OCs last month because of queue we just start last Saturday and now it's finish Friday! So I was like this is the perfect time for it! It's nothing grand but if you’ve been reading my other works (especially the Parenthood AU), this takes place just before all of that happens :) CW: Implied human/children experimentation.

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Here is Rose and Ever! From Beeyo on IG!

These two fools trying their best lol

I usually keep my MC vague because I want the other to imagine her however they want but ofc I have her in my mind as well and that just how she look to me 👀💕

Also you might notice I made MC name Ever, rather than Everlyn (like in my Vampire AU), because even though it's not my real name I use it quite a lot on the internet and it still feel hella weird..... So she's Ever now! Dark humor I know.... EVER chasing Ever, Ever might be destroying EVER? lol

*Ahem* Anyway sorry! Enjoy!

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Ever Xiang—today is her day.

Well, hers and her sister’s. Rose Xiang.

Together, they're finally stepping into the world as official Hunters. After everything they’ve been through, everything they’ve survived, today should feel like a victory. It should mean something. And maybe it does—maybe it would—if she weren’t currently pacing through a hospital hallway instead of standing with her squad.

Not exactly the grand start she had in mind.

A quiet sigh slips past her lips as she pushes forward, boots tapping out a steady rhythm on the tile floor. The mission was supposed to be simple: investigate a flagged warehouse. No real threats, just intel-gathering. At least, that’s what the higher-ups claimed. And from what she saw, her team—Rose, Tara, and Lara—still had it under control when she left.

And yet.

Her fingers curl into the hem of her jacket. Even knowing that, even trusting them, she hates being away. It’s not just her sister she left behind—it’s her people. The ones who should be at her side for their first real operation.

But no. Instead, she’s here.

Because of her damn heart.

Technically, both she and Rose have it—Protocore Syndrome. A heart condition caused by the very thing that makes them choose to be Hunters. Living with an Aether Core fused into your chest isn’t exactly natural. Some days, it behaves. Other days, it reminds you that your body was never meant to contain that kind of power.

It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, it lands her right here—under the Bureau’s thumb, dragged off-mission for mandatory checks. Protocol. Tiresome, inconvenient protocol. She feels fine now.

Not that saying so will get her out of this any faster.

She exhales sharply, shaking off the edge of frustration as she finally reaches the assigned office. After an irritating amount of forms and biometric scans, she rolls her shoulders and knocks on the door. Then, without waiting for a response, she pushes it open.

And freezes.

What she didn’t expect was a slap of familiarity so strong it nearly knocks her off balance.

The office is pristine—too pristine. White walls, a wall-to-wall shelf of medical journals, and a desk arranged with surgical precision. But it’s not the sterile setup that hits her.

It’s him.

Standing beside the desk, leafing through a patient file, is a man with sharp features and hazel eyes that catch the light like glass—flickering between gold and green. His silver-rimmed glasses sit low on his nose, and his lab coat is crisp, not a wrinkle in sight. He looks up, expression unreadable—until recognition flickers.

Ever hasn’t seen Zayne Li in years.

They still talk, sure—but never in person. Not since they all moved away and begin to get busy with their own things.

Her childhood friend. The boy who once scolded her for climbing too high in trees. Who always looked serious, always kept a distance—except with her. She remembers the way his eyes softened when she teased him. The way he’d sigh like she was dragging him into trouble he didn’t want—but always followed anyway.

And now? Now he’s here.

Her doctor. Assigned by the Bureau.

Of course.

Ever blinks. Then, slowly, a grin tugs at her lips.

“Well. If it isn’t Doctor Li,” she drawls, stepping inside. “Didn’t think I’d be seeing you in a place like this.”

Zayne doesn’t flinch. His expression barely shifts, but she catches the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth. “I could say the same.” His eyes flick down, taking in her posture—the way she’s favoring her left side, just a bit.

“You were supposed to be on a mission.”

She shrugs, slipping her hands into her pockets. “Technically still am. Just made a little detour.”

He sighs. Classic Zayne. “Sit.”

She doesn’t move yet. “So you didn’t think to tell me you moved back to the city?”

He glances up again. “I was going to call you today.”

And just like that, it feels like no time has passed.

But Ever knows better. Time has passed. Too much.

She opens her mouth, maybe to poke at him, maybe to say something more—except the words never come.

Because the light shifts.

It’s subtle. Barely noticeable. But for a second, the fluorescent overhead catches his face differently. His hazel eyes lean green. Not just any green.

That green.

A color that slices clean through the years and hits something buried deep. A flash of memory. Not just of Zayne—but of pain. Of fear. Of being small and broken.

Suddenly, she’s not in the office anymore.

She’s back in that cold, sterile room. The scent of antiseptic in her lungs. The bite of metal beneath her skin. A monitor beeping steady and impersonal in the background.

She is small again.

A girl lost in a nightmare made of bright lights and quiet suffering.

A girl who once reached out for the only warmth she could find in a colorless world—a boy with hazel eyes that always, somehow, looked a little bit green.

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The color is the first thing she registers.

Green.

Thick, hazy, all-encompassing. It’s not just in the air—it is the air, a filter draped over everything, heavy and suffocating. For a second, her brain misfires, tries to twist it into something softer. Someone’s eyes. Someone safe. But this green isn't safety.

It's sterilization. It's containment. It's control.

It fills her lungs like smoke, dry and acidic, and coats her throat with something synthetic. Machines hum around her, slow and detached, like the world is moving through molasses. There's a weightlessness that should feel freeing, but doesn’t. Not when her limbs don’t respond. Not when the cold doesn’t come from the outside, but from somewhere deep beneath her skin.

She could move. She thinks she could. If she really wanted to. Press a palm to the glass, curl her fingers—prove she’s still here.

But she doesn’t.

Because maybe she isn’t.

She’s slipping. Not just from the present, but from herself. Downward, inward, back into a space made of metal and silence and memories she tried to forget.

Then—

The world tilts.

A flicker. A glowing screen in a dark room. A user interface, soft sci-fi blue, names scrolling, a scene frozen mid-dialogue. Her—a version of her—sitting at a desk, watching pixels with a strange kind of ache in her chest. His hazel eyes staring back from the screen, warm in a way nothing real ever felt.

And then—

Another flash.

Cold fingers around her wrist. The sharp sting of a needle. A voice, neutral, void of empathy.

"You're lucky. You survived."

But she wasn’t lucky. She just lasted longer.

Another.

A blanket too thin to protect. A girl too small to run. A boy at the door, silent, fists clenched. A red light screaming from the walls. Run.

Another.

A hand, gripping hers like a lifeline. A voice beneath falling debris.

"Keep moving. I’ll get you out."

But he didn’t. He couldn’t. No one could.

Another.

A boy kneeling, wrapping a bandage with too-steady hands. His expression unreadable, fingers trembling.

“Next time, dodge.”

Another.

Steel glinting in low light. A blade to her throat, a smirk just inches away.

“You’re not scared?”

She should be.

She isn’t.

And another.

Him—hazel eyes dimmed, back turned, walking away.

Don’t go.

She reaches, but the green drags her down—pulls her back into the dark.

Then—

The liquid drains.

Tubes retract.

Weight returns in a crash of sensation.

The softness beneath her should be grounding—a bed, maybe—but the memories don’t let go. They crawl up the back of her throat, tangle in her chest, make it hard to breathe.

She isn’t here. Not really.

And then—

Warmth.

Small. Trembling. Real.

A hand finds hers, tentative at first, then more certain. A whisper rides the edge of the silence.

“…Sister?”

The word shatters something.

She breathes. Shakily. Like it’s her first real inhale in years. The warmth of the hand—small but sure—holds her steady, stops her from falling further.

She blinks. Her lashes are heavy, crusted with whatever fluid had once surrounded her. The light overhead is too bright, too harsh. Her eyes adjust slowly.

And then she sees her.

Rose.

Perched at the edge of the bed, drawn in on herself. Her posture is closed off, like she hasn’t decided if she’s really allowed to be here.

Her silver hair clings to her cheeks in damp strands, and her red eyes—the unusual color reflects to Ever's own hair—don’t flicker with relief. Just quiet exhaustion. But behind them is something else. Something hollow.

Ever swallows hard. Her throat burns, scraped raw by more than just the tube that had been there.

“…You’re awake,” Rose murmurs, like she isn’t sure it’s true.

Ever tries to answer. She wants to say something sarcastic, something stupid. Something to make this feel normal. But all that comes out is air.

The memories won’t leave her. They cling like wet fabric. Every blink brings back a flash of something—static, green, pain. Familiar voices that shouldn’t still echo.

“Run.”

“Dodge.”

“Don’t be scared.”

The pulse she hears isn’t even her own.

But Rose is here. Real. Solid.

That should be enough.

“…How long?”

Her voice is a scrape across dry stone. Barely audible.

Rose’s fingers twitch, then tighten around hers, just enough to be felt.

“I don’t know,” she says. “I woke up first. They left us here.”

A beat.

“I didn’t know if you were going to wake up at all.”

That lands like a punch to the chest. Not because it’s cruel. But because it’s honest.

Before Ever can think of a response, before she can reach for that casual bravado she usually hides behind—

Click.

The sound of a door. Small. But it shatters the fragile stillness like glass.

Rose tenses, but doesn’t let go of her hand.

Footsteps approach. Quick. Hesitant.

Then the door opens fully.

A boy steps in.

At first, all Ever sees is motion—damp hair, uneven breaths, tension in his shoulders.

Then it clicks.

Caleb.

His deep indigo eyes dart from Rose to her, wide and searching. His purple hair is matted to his skin, still damp like he came from the same tank, the same nightmare. His clothes are the same sterile white. His hands twitch at his sides, unsure if they’re allowed to reach.

Rose breathes out. Not quite relief. But something close.

“…Caleb.”

The name is a thread, tugging something loose inside her.

Rose moves fast.

The bed shifts, and Ever's hand stretches outward as Rose pushes off and crosses the room in two strides. She doesn’t hesitate—just wraps both arms around him like she needs to prove he’s real.

Except—she doesn’t let go of Ever's hand.

Their fingers stay locked across the space between them. Even as Rose clings to him, she keeps that anchor.

Like she can’t bear to lose either of them.

Caleb stands there for a beat—frozen, startled—before wrapping an arm around her, tentative at first, then firmer.

“I was looking for you both,” he murmurs. “They wouldn’t tell me anything.”

His voice is hoarse. Ragged. He sounds like he hasn’t slept in days.

Ever watches them. Their joined hands. The way Rose trembles, but doesn’t break.

She knows him.

Not just from before.

From dreams. From flickers. From pieces.

She doesn’t know if that makes her feel better.

But for the first time since she woke up, she knows she isn’t alone.

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Notes

Yeahh... Not as fluffy but it's necessary! God, I start to sound like my friend..... Imma just ignore that.... For anyone that is interested for more, I'm putting this story in Ao3! :)

[hazel-makes-things]

Wahlahwah Wednesday | Kiki Rockwell - Cup Runneth Over

[throneofsapphics]

For the 2k celebration, this is unhinged hehe so please feel free to ignore lol but uh

Can I order a hazelnut + gingerbread + pistachio cold brew with whipped cream please ❤️ maybe a spoonful of cinnamon if you have any ❤️

(help i don't know why this trio came to me in a dream)

absolutely I will NOT be ignoring this, this pairing was so so much fun thank you <3

summary: azriel, ruhn, and lidia established relationship, with spice and fluff

warnings: smut

coffee bar celebration

You laughed as Ruhn tumbled after you on the bed, both of you literally rolling in the sheets. His laugh echoed through the room, especially as he caught you, straddling your hips to pin you in place, his hands bracing your upper arms and planting you firmly on the bed.

“Caught you,” he murmured, brushing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. You tried to turn your head and catch him, but you were too slow. “I have to say, I love this view,” He mused and released your arms.

Tension built in your stomach.

“Then do something about it,” you told him, eyes dancing.

“Oh?” He trailed one finger down your chest, around the swell of your breast. “And whatever shall I do about it?”

“I have a few ideas,” a female, lidia's, voice said from the back. You craned your neck around Ruhn to find Azriel standing behind her, shadows swirling around his ears. He met your eyes, and you found … something you couldn't quite describe in the hazel.

”You can start with taking off her shirt,” the shadow singer said, voice cool. It sent a shiver down your spine.

“You do it or I will, Ruhn,” a hint of dominance in Lidia's voice set you on a beautiful edge.

Ruhn's finger gripped the bottom of your top, slowly, tantalizingly, revealing you to the room. He even paused halfway to rotate you slightly, allowing them a better view.

“Naughty,” he murmured as he lifted it above your breasts, baring you to the room.

”You knew I wasn't wearing anything,” you chided, but lifted yourself enough to help him get it off. His hand braced your upper back, sparing your muscles the effort.

“I don't think anyone in this room minds,” as if it was a queue, Azriel and Lidia moved closer, but not quite to a place where you could touch them. The Hind leaned back against the Shadowsinger, his arms wrapping around her middle.

“I believe we were enjoying our show,” she drawled.

Ruhn laughed, but lowered you back to the bed before peppering kisses across your chest, light and barely there. You growled, gripping the back of his head and directly his mouth exactly where you wanted, no needed it.

It didn't take long for you to find yourself on your hands and knees, Lidia still giving instructions from the side, Azriel her silent shadow behind her.

You braced yourself on your forearms as he slid inside, your breath catching as you stretched to accommodate him, whimpering and pushing back, wanting, craving, needing more. It was always like that with him, every taste left you hungering, aching for me. Always like this with all of them.

“Fuck her harder,” Azriel growled “she can take it.”

Hours later, after all parties had participated, you found yourselves outside in the hot tub, stretching out your still shaking legs, you back pressed against Lidia's chest, head leaning back lazily against her shoulder.

You tilted your head up for a kiss and she obliged, the meeting of two content parts.

Ruhn carried four mugs, two per hand, and the scent of chocolate hit you before you could see the contents. You leaned forward, hands making grabby motions.

He was good at that, at knowing exactly what you needed. He passed the others out to the rest of your little group, and you thought you could spend the rest of your night in this contented bliss.

[withahappyrefrain]

this one is so cute! 🍂🍁🍃

A stands in a queue when they notice a leaf stuck in the hair/on the clothes of the person in front of them. They offer to remove it for them.

for bob and maeve?

AHHHH so excited to start writing for these two! And of course I had to bring in Bradley and Birdie! ❤️❤️ Enjoy!

Fall in San Diego was different. By the time October started rolling, the average temperature had cooled down to a ‘crisp’ seventy degrees. Chunky sweaters were traded in for light cardigans. Sure, you could wear a scarf, but not a functional one. Gone were the days of needing gloves.

It was a stark difference from the east coast.

Gone was the scenic view of mountains and orchards. In its place were micro-breweries and overpriced wineries. But also gone was a shitty ex husband. In its place, the unknown.

At least the farmer markets here still sold apple butter.

It was a consolidation prize for Maeve. She was forever grateful that Nora wanted to show her around, but that also meant third wheeling for Nora and her fiancé. Worse, they were sickeningly in love. She had never been so happy for her best friend, but also so fucking jealous at the same time.

So she would enjoy these last few moments, while Nora was trying to find her partner amidst the crowd. They tried to not make her feel bad, but being around them reminded Maeve how alone she had become.

Wait, did that guy have a leaf on his back?

Upon squinting her hazel eyes, she saw that man standing in front of her did in fact, have a leaf on the back of his plaid shirt.

Should she- oh thank God, he was reaching for it. Now Maeve wouldn't have to look at it while standing in line.

Nope. Despite his long arms, the leaf had wedged itself in a place where he couldn't reach. Oh God, was she going to have to watch him struggle the whole time?

Wanting to save her sanity outweighed her dislike of talking to strangers.

"I can get it for you, the leaf. If you want?"

He turned around to reveal a face that made her heart flutter. Bright blue eyes, bluer than the ocean. Tortoiseshell glasses that framed his face. Sunkissed hair, tousled in waves. A button nose that brought a sense of sweetness to him. A smattering of faded freckles, no doubt from hours upon hours of being out in the sun.

"Could you? That would be great, otherwise it's gonna bother me all day?" His voice was smooth as whiskey, a rural upbringing lacing his words.

But what was most astounding was his smile. The way his thin pink lips contorted to form a small, slightly crooked smile. The creases that formed around his oceanic eyes, showing years of smiles and laughter.

God, he just looked kind. The type that Maeve always wondered what it would be like to have. To see first thing in the morning and the last thing when she closed her eyes at night.

"M'am?" It didn't come across as condescending, it was actually charming. It was also said in such a deep vibrato that Maeve to snap out of whatever the fuck those last two minutes was.

It's been three months, for fuck sake's Maeve.

Why would he even be interested in you?

This is why you're a twenty-eight year old divorceé.

Maeve nodded as she mentally scolded herself, "Absolutely, not a problem."

Bob turned around, despite not wanting to. He would rather focus on the umber curls that framed her face. Or the way shades of hickory and green swirled together in her eyes. His favorite had to be how her eyes squinted when she smiled. His mother would call that as having 'smiley eyes' when he was a child.

Jesus Christ, we're really desperate now.

It wouldn't end well for you anyways. Never does.

That's why you're thirty-four and still single, Robert.

So in a way, he was grateful to turn around, as it was a chance to get himself together.

That lasted for maybe ten seconds. Bob couldn't tell if touch was incredibly gentle or if she wasn't touching him. So he turned his head, catching her reaching out.

The eye contact made Maeve freeze for a beat or two. Once Bob flashed her that sweet smile, she found the strength to continue, internally marveling at how soft his shirt felt.

He must use fabric softener. Maybe he attends this market regularly. Maybe-

It's been three months.

Yes, three months since the document was signed and it was made official legally. But the acceptance of a unsustainable marriage had occured a year ago.

She held up the leaf for effect, "You want to keep it as memorabilia?"

Bob chuckled, making Maeve feel warm all over, as if she had just drank mulled cider, "No, no, I think I'm good. But I'd love to buy that for you as a way to say thanks."

This time it was her turn to shake her head, "Oh, it was nothing! Just a leaf." Bob noticed that when she shook her head, the curls that had fallen over his forehead shook slightly.

God, she was adorable. Absolutely, completely endearing.

"Yeah, but that would have bothered me the whole time I was with my friends. I wouldn't have been able to focus on anything else," he grinned, "Plus you had no issue talking to a complete stranger. That's gotta be commended."

A laugh escapes from her rosey lips, "I usually hate talking to strangers." Fuck, why would you even say that?

If he found it odd, the handsome stranger didn't visibly or vocally show it, "Yeah, I'm not a huge fan of that either. Again, gotta be commended."

She looked down at the jar of apple butter, "It would be faster if you paid for mine. I'm meeting some friends too."

"Happy to serve," the unintentional pun about his career was lost on her. At least he could bring it up to Mickey, who would get a good laugh out of it. And his wife Cielo too. And then they would probably do something sweet, like kiss while holding hands, unintentionally reminding Bob how utterly alone it felt coming home from work every day.

Their hands brushed against one another when Maeve transferred the jar to Bob. He turned around, partly to see if he needed to step forward, partly to hide the smile on his face.

Had he turned around, he would have seen the same smile on her face. One that was full of excitement, felt for the first time in years. Just like him.

Eventually, he looked back, this time mainly to see if his friends were amidst the crowd of shoppers.

He felt the need to explain, out of fear of coming across as creepy, "My friend went looking for his fiancé. She's bringing her best friend."

What a coincidence, Nora's fiancé was bringing a friend too.

Yeah, to help you feel less shitty about always being their third wheel.

"Well does your friend have any idea where his fiancé could be?" Maeve asked as Bob paid for the two jars of apple butter.

"Oh yeah, Birdie's first stop is always the Takyaki stand," Bob paused, "Birdie isn't her real name, it's just-"

"Do you mean Nora?" Maeve's voice was now timid. Blood rushing through her veins, wondering if it was too good to be true.

Bob stopped in his tracks, brows knitting together, "How do you know her name?"

Before Maeve could explain, two new voices interrupted.

"Bob?" "Maeve?"

Turning around revealed Nora (who many referred to as 'Birdie'), who was holding the hand of her fiancé, Bradley (who at work was referred to as 'Rooster').

Bob and Maeve turned their attention back to one another, realization hitting like a brick wall.

He's the kindest guy I know. You'll love him.

She's honestly just the sweetest. It's a damn shame what happened.

They're like you. They've been through similar shit.

"You're Maeve?" He had a long finger pointed at her (God his hands were huge) but it wasn't accusing.

Maeve felt at ease, like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders as she nodded, her eyes creasing due to her smile.

There were those smiley eyes that made his knees weak.

"I am and you're Bob? Just Bob, right? No totally random, work nickname?" With anyone else, it would have been demeaning. A few years ago, Bob would have taken offense.

But his shoulders were feeling lighter these days thanks to the past actually staying in its namesake more often.

"Well, my full name is Robert. I have some family who call me Rob, some call me Robby but that's because I gave them explicit permission to do so, not everyone reaches that level. And then some of my friends call me Bobby. So in terms of work nickname, you're correct, it's not totally random." His eyes were so expressive, it was memorizing to watch.

Charming. He was actually charming.

"Well, I think having multiple nicknames that are based off of your actual name is better than having one and it's a children's game or bird," she turned her head to flash a smile, "No offense Bradley."

Bradley, who was used to her strong opinions on call signs and now only a foot away, simply rolled his eyes, "No offense taken Maeve. But we do call him Bagman, remember?"

A coy smile spread across her face, something Bob found so endearing.

"So you two....know each other?" Nora asked, raising an eyebrow. She swears she would have remembered her best friend meeting one of her fiancé's best work friends.

"We actually just met. Maeve saved me from an afternoon of trying to reach a spot on my back to get rid of a leaf," Bob explained, gently putting his hand on Maeve's shoulder. His touch was pleasant, considerate even.

"Bob got me some apple butter as a thank you," Maeve held up the jar while looking down, hoping no one would notice the rosy hue that was spreading across her face.

"Which, I assume is to make your famous cinnamon sugar apple butter pie?" Bob now turned to her, his eyes lit up with excitement.

Catching her confused expression, Bob jumped in, "When you left a pie after visiting Birdie, Bradley brought in leftovers. It was a huge hit, I still think about it."

Charlie always had an issue with whatever she cooked. Too salty. Not healthy babe. Why are you even making that?

But Charlie wasn't here. He was on the east coast, no doubt trying to find another gullible person to invest in one of his bullshit 'ideas'.

Instead there was Bob, who had a sparkle in his eyes. Who had not only heard about you, but remembered details too.

God, the bar was so fucking low.

Meanwhile, Bob hadn't thought about Cassie once since meeting the curly, raven haired woman with the most adorable smile he had ever seen.

"Well, given the lack of a paper bag in Nora's hand, I'd say it's time we head to the Hog Haven stand and get some breakfast sandwiches," Maeve suggested, hoping it would turn the attention away from her.

"Absolutely! I know Bob wanted to stop by the pickling stand for Sauerkraut and that's on the way!" Nora grabbed Bradley's hand, and walked forward, leaving Bob and Maeve to walk side by side.

Almost as if it was planned that way.

"What's the Sauerkraut for?" Maeve asked, secretly noticing how he slowed his stride to match hers.

"I'm making Bigos. It means 'Hunter Stew' in Polish. My mom made it for me and my siblings all the time growing up. She's back in Wisconsin, and since it's finally 'cooled down' here, figured it was a good time to make it."

Bob can't remember the last time he felt this talkative to someone new. Usually it takes hours, sometimes even multiple outings for him to warm up. And that was if he liked the person's company.

It took him two months to warm up to Jake.

But something about Maeve had him talking a mile a minute. Even Bradley had turned around to raise his eyebrows at how much Bob was talking. He had to be careful; the last thing he needed was to be in the same situation he was in six years ago.

"I'm not super familiar with Polish food- other than bagels and pierogi's- but I'd like to learn more about it," her voice was sweet, albeit slightly reserved. Not wanting to appear too eager, or insinuate anything.

"I have a whole box of recipes from my mom and Aunts and Grandma. I can bring it next time-" He paused. No, don't assume. Never assume. "I can pass it on to Bradley who can give it to Birdie. Whichever you prefer."

"We can leave y'all to talk to each other if you want!" Bradley called out before turning his attention back to Nora.

"I have a feeling this won't be the last time we see each other. Not if those two lovebirds have anything to say about it." Her comment brought out a laugh in Bob, which in turn caused a big smile to break out across Maeve's face.

"Glad I'm not the only one who calls them that. Everyone else says it's too cheesy." "Well, those people have no love or appreciation for puns. Luckily for you Robby, I do."

He didn't correct her. In fact, he liked how the name sounded coming from her pink lips.

"Maybe we can keep talking about puns and recipes while they," Bob pointed to Bradley and Nora, who were currently holding hands and exchanging (what they thought to be) sneaky kisses, "Are themselves."

"So they act this way around you too?" Maeve's eyes lit up, relieved she wasn't the only one who had to deal with the most sickeningly sweet couple on the planet, "Being a third wheel with them is rough."

The two had now stopped at the pickles goods stand, ignoring their friends who had invited them out.

"I think it's going well! I never saw her smile this much with Charlie," Nora whispered excitedly, unable to take her green eyes off of Maeve and Bob.

"I'd say so," Bradley looked at Nora, not needing to see that his friend was talking to Maeve with a gleam in his blue eyes, a rare sight, "You know it's not going to happen overnight, right?"

"I'm aware. But I think they're off to a good start," Nora grinned. The sight of her best friend, looking the happiest she's seen in the past year, kept her bounce on her toes.

Bob and Maeve were indeed, off to a good start.

[synamartia]

[ Featured Artwork © lustylita ] ❀ [ Featured Divider © cafekitsune ]

[ Story © synamartia ] ❀ [ Text banner created via TextStudio ]

Chapters: [ One ] ❀ [ Two ] ❀ [ Three ] ❀ [ Four ] ❀ [ Five ] More coming soon. I'm getting the first few chapters in a queue right now and should have them posted over the next couple of days! Frequency of chapter releases are not yet determined; I will update once decided. The first few are a singular scene divided into multiple chapters for easier reading.

Content Warnings: AlastorxReader ; Afab!Reader ; No pronouns or Y/N used ; Use of gendered pet names like "good girl" ; Explicit / MDNI / 18+ ; Sexual situations ; Domestic abuse ; Descriptive violence ; Eventual mild body horror ; Angst ; Slow burn ; Potential happy ending - we'll see where it takes us ; Specific CWs will be added in each chapter. Some chapters may include gifs to better explain specific scenes and will be tagged accordingly!

Author's Notes: Ya'll... When I first started sending little tidbits to Hazel, Mink, and Danny, I did NOT expect it to blow up like it did nor did I think I would be jumping back into the writing game like this. It was something that I started out of pure boredom and horniness due to ovulation. I sure as shit wasn't expecting to write a FUCKING BOOK for my first piece, but my praise and service kinks took over when I saw the responses my baby loves were getting, and I just couldn't control myself after that. Anyway, I hope ya'll enjoy this wonderful little journey we're about to take together, and please- make sure to give ALLLLLLL of your love to @hazelfoureyes, @minkdelovely, and @sugoi-writes, because they're awesome, they deliver with every beautiful thing they post, they deserve it, and none of this would have been possible without them! Thank you, my loves! Mwuah~! 💋❤️

[clarkeyhill]

Why, did you even look at me?| Arthur hill

(Several parts)

Angst|Fluff|Slight smut inspired by Lily - Arthur Hill

You were front row at a gig in your local bar, it was a small artist performing and your friend dragged you along, you weren't the type of person to enjoy live music but you were always up for a boogie.

You both got to the venue, way before anyone else seen as though your friend was super excited to see the artist, she'd been fond of him for a while and was dying to see him, so when it announced that he would be playing at a live music venue in your are, she jumped at the chance.

"I'm so excited!" She squeals as she perched against the barricade, she'd managed to get there that early she was brushing the stage with her fingertips

"You wouldn't be able to tell" you giggle shaking your head, you decide to filter through the growing crowd to the bar, grabbing a few drinks as you knew when he started there would be hardly any room to move. You head back as your squeeze through the crowd, meeting back up with your friend, you hand her the drink.

"Thanks" she smiles as you nod, suddenly the lights dim and the backing track starts to play, your friend squeals once more as you chuckle.

A brown haired figure appears on stage, in a white blouse, his hazel eyes glow in the light as his song starts. He stands in front of the mic as he scans the room, his eyes direct themselves to your friend immediately sending her a soft wave

"Omg he waved at me! Y/n did you see that?" She nudges "yes, yes I did" you snicker as he starts to perform, his voice so, angelic. You couldn't help but be mesmerised by his voice, every lyric you heard resonated with yourself. He finishes his first song, stopping to introduce himself

"How are we feeling *insert your city/town*? I'm Arthur"

He exclaims as your friend goes crazy, you all clap and cheer as he giggles. He talks a little and just before his next song starts, his eyes guide to yours as he sends a soft smile towards your direction, you smile back and couldn't help but feel yourself blush, you had to admit it he was handsome.

-

His set ends and everyone applauds, the floor had cleared a little by now so you make your way through the crowd "I'm just going to nip to the bathroom" you say to your friend as she nods, waiting at the front to see if he returns; you make your way to the bathroom heading up the stairs. Just as you get to the top you hear a familiar voice come from round the corner and there he was, in all his glory, Arthur. You walk towards the bathroom as he steps out of the room, jumping into you slightly.

"I'm so sorry" he says as he turns to look at you

"Don't worry about it, great show by the way" you smile

"Thankyou, I appreciate it. I really enjoyed it" he says as his cheeks flush with a tinge of red as you smile

"It was nice to meet you" you add, placing a hand on his arm as you turn to walk away

" I didn't catch your name" he asks

"Y/n" you say smiling turning back towards the bathroom door

His head lowers as he chuckles like a kid with their first ever crush, you finish up at the bathroom and head back downstairs, you brush past the queue at the bar as you spot your friend still at the front, but she was talking to someone.

You make your way over as she turns to you

"Oh this is-" she says but she's cut off by the person she's talking to

"Y/n" a similar voice says as your friend looks confused, to reveal it was Arthur, he'd stayed to talk to a few people who came to watch, so he said. Or did he come to see you?

-

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[askthefairlynormalparentsau]

Thank you to everyone who submitted an ask!! And to those who didn’t get a chance, don’t worry- the box will be opening again once I’ve completed all the comics for ‘set one’! (Tho submissions and my PERSONAL ask box will remain open 🫶)

Why close the box at all? Mostly because if I keep adding things to the queue then we’ll NEVER get to Hazel’s arrival, and I really want to get there lol ☠️

I really hope yall will enjoy the content I have cookin up, this blog has been the most fun I’ve had with a project in recent memeory, and the collaborative aspect just makes it that much more special ;w; 💕🥺 I LOVE reading all your comments and tags, they rlly keep me invested and wanting to see what else I can do w this AU concept 💙💜

If you have a META question about the swap AU you’d like to ask me the mod, my main art blog is @winniefrezcomics and I’d be happy to Drabble about concepts that are farther off in the plot, later in the timeline, or wont be addressed directly in the ask blog plot at all- (questions about angst and spice are a-ok on that blog btw! 👍some posts just won’t be reblogged onto the wholesome page lmao)

SPEAKING OF the plot- THIS blog is the Archive of ALL my AU content, (drabbles, doodles, mini comics AND asks) but if you’d like to read just the ‘canon plot’ in ORDER, you can now do so HERE! https://www.tumblr.com/fopswapauchronological

(If a post is missing it’s from set 2 and I just drew it early shhhhh lol)

Genuinely Thank you all so sm for your overwhelming support, I wasn’t sure anyone else would like the idea of this AU, but it’s been really nice to work on just one project for a change, and I hope you all will love the wacky, wholesome content I’m working on as much as I’ve enjoyed drawing it for you 🫶💕💜💙

(Don’t yet have a NUMBER estimate on how many asks remain in set one, but I’ll definitely initiate a countdown of some kind for the ask box’s re-opening! uwu maybe the last 10 asks or so idk)