#musings > estella

[luxmaeastra]

Airmed raised his chin, his steel glowing with a light of its own.

"This war is thousands years in the making girl. Stay out of this."

He nodded to the City of Gold on the hill, the light of the Daglan.

"Samkiel is back, leading his people - did he think we forgot? Did he think his people wouldn't be touched now?"

Caldris hissed, stepping forward.

"She is mine. She will ask what she wishes."

Airmed raised an eyebrow at him, eyes leaving the boy to the other one.

"And her blood? I can feel her horror and rage from here, her fear tastes like Creon's though he's claimed his mate from my sister's words."

Airmed stepped toward Caldris, swift and fast. Caldris gritted his teeth, holding his own.

"She isn't my blood Airmed."

"Then you don't sheild her?"

"I -"

Caldris wavered, the rage pounding at the back of his head receding enough for him to think.

He was a strategist, a scholar - not a soldier.

He gestured to her and scoffed.

"I don't need to. She is the one who took Achlys out, does she not deserve to be Blessed? Does our freedom not give her something?"

The whispered rose on the wind, Airmed lips thinned and he stepped toward her touching her forehead, the blessing falling over her skin like water.

"You are protected by the blood of Rabath and Mannan, their blessing is not to be trifled with. No changeling will harm you."

His jaw clenched looking to the city as he turned to mount his steed.

"I have no say or claim to you if the Valg or Daglan choose to hunt you down girl. I'd ride to the city and beg for sanctuary before we sack it."

Girl, girl. Her jaw tightened a little, she stood a little taller and lifted her chin slightly. He was not the first male to dismiss her and treat her sister as a lesser, as someone who didn’t understand. Maybe she was young, maybe there were gaps in her education, but that didn’t mean she was just a mere girl who should stay out of things.

Estella’s venomous reply was on the tip of her tongue, how he seemed to be explaining their own family’s drama to them like they didn’t know anything. She knew her great-uncle, she knew his reputation and the stories. Her parents had made sure they were well educated after all, that they were not kept in the dark of their family’s past.

She was about to say something when Caldris stepped forward. It always amazed her how possessive he was at times, how he defended and took control. It wasn’t a bad thing, but they were still learning the synchronicities of their relationship.

“Thank you Caldris.” Her voice was low when she spoke, stepping forward as she stared firmly at Airmed. She wasn’t going to back down, she had already put work and blood into this war which just seemed so endless. As one battle was won, another began.

It was then she noticed the way Emelin looked at the mention of Creon, the pain was still raw for her sister. Emelin pulled her jacket around her a bit more, her lips thinned as she tried to maintain her own composure.

She was startled when Airmed approached, her eyes rose up met his when she felt his finger press against her forehead. The sensation of his blessing, or his magic. She swallowed.

Did she know him? Why did he relent so quickly? Why did he grant the blessing? Was it because of what Caldris had said, because she had taken down- no…she needed to stop. He was just being nice…she wasn’t repeating Creon.

“Thank you…”

[scbrvght]

♡ open to: m/f/nb

" are you mad ? "

[gethound-ed]

@euclidinsolace

Friends are still something of a new concept to Stella, even after being earthbound for as long as she has. The girl at her side is a pretty young thing -- all fiery hair, bright eyes, and so much energy that she practically vibrates in place.

"Waiting," the girl says, anxiously brushing hair back behind one ear -- then pulling it forward again -- then tucking it behind that same ear again. "Is the worst part, for sure. But it's so worth it! He'll be coming out this way soon, and when he does, I'm going to ask him to sign something for me." She bounces a little in place, and in that moment, Stella can see the glow surrounding her...Something that all humans give off when they're feeling strong emotions; an aura, almost.

Stella bites the inside of her cheek to smother a comment on it. She wants to tell the other girl that her aura is the same color as a wild rose right now! But that would be...Odd. And she's trying so hard to fit in!

The crowd surges forward then, hands pushing and grabbing, and voices rising in excitement. That must be him, Stella thinks, rolling up onto her toes in an attempt to catch a glimpse of the mysterious masked figure everyone is in such a state over.

...And her breath catches in her throat. Even without being able to see his face, Stella feels this undeniable draw to him, as if they'd met before -- or, no, were fated to meet. Could this be the owner of the wish she'd been sent to Earth to fulfill?

She pushes her way through the crowd -- ignoring the complaints, and the rude comments, and the hands attempting to either pull her back, or perhaps shove her down. All that matters in that moment is getting closer. Even if it's only for a few seconds, Stella has to confirm whether or not her suspicions are correct!

Suddenly the crowd...Ends. And Stella, who hadn't been paying attention to just how close she was to the outer throng of the mass of people, doesn't lessen her momentum in time to come to a graceful stop. She stumbles forward, nearly bowling into...The artist that she'd been attempting to reach. Oh, good!

Or so she thinks, until a security guard hooks a thick arm around her waist to push her back toward the crowd Stella had just worked so hard to escape.

"Wait...Please! I think -- I think I'm your wish!"

[seeusuna]

ishida setsuna 'hime' viral moments

wa da da

went viral for her duality in her 'mvsk' fancam. netizens were concerned about the choregraphy as she was still a teenager and seemed to take to the sexy concept too well. the original fancam due to the backlash became the most viewed of the group.

a compilation of 'hime versus the korean language and using her foriegner card' went viral. with most finding it adorable. netizens found her already a charming idol at debut

a clip of her 'my teenage girl' finale resurfaced, solidifying to those following the group and those skeptical why she'd been eventually chosen as estella's main vocal. since then she's been added to a plethora of best main vocal compilations solidifying her spot.

ring x ring

unfortunately went viral for terrible styling during the mini albums promotional period. netizens felt as the company was trying to hard to make her look 'foreign' and 'unique'.

posted a series of covers showcasing her talent, most common known her cover of JINNIE's SobeR , second most common her cover of mariah carey's emotions, the second cover landed her in infinites growing list of amazing vocalists. though netizen said she had a lot of "room to grow"

eleven

went viral for a mistake where she forgot to back up with the group having to run back for the ending pose

promoted the girls new single on lee mujin service and is known for one of the most viewed episodes. lee mujin invited her back for a special longer episode for rookie vocalist and she went viral again for her clips.

a clip of her from back in her static48 days went viral and more information surfaced as her time in the japanese girl group.

the first 'hime pulling the "maknae card" and estella getting away with anything' video went viral. many videos have been made since.

gingamingayo

went viral for her cute and quick expressions in the song, the tik tok is often reposted, and often used as a rebuttal for her not being a good performer. later suna addressed this video in a solo live and said that she thinks she just really felt like she could express the song well with and used her jpop background. which she went on to say she didn't like to talk about her jpop times.

up!

another my teenage girl performance gone viral which lead to her having to perform a bit of the song on a few variety shows. it was obvious she didn't enjoy it.

went viral for changing the melody of a song and showing off her vocal skills.

[sunshineangel0]

bang chan + cockwarming/powerplay

a/n- it´s been late. here you go.

“You’re being good,” Chan praises, his voice like velvet, fingers lazily stroking down your spine. “See? I knew you could do it.”

Your legs shake as you try to keep still, thighs burning from the effort of staying seated on his cock without moving. It’s torture—the way he fills you so perfectly yet refuses to let you chase any friction.

“Chan—”

His grip on your hip tightens, stopping you before you can even think about rolling your hips.

“You don’t get to talk, baby,” he murmurs, leaning in to press a kiss to your temple. “You just sit there like a good little thing and keep me warm.”

You whimper, every nerve on fire, but he just chuckles.

“Is it hard?” His fingers trail between your legs, barely brushing over where you need him most. “Want me to touch you?”

You nod frantically, but his smirk tells you he’s already decided the answer.

“That’s too bad,” he muses, resting back against the couch. “Because I like you just like this—helpless.”

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[nvrcmplt]

Estella Demonic Apostle of Lucifer

Alesia Demonic Apostle of Asmodeus

Baloryx Demonic Apostle of Satan

Jennings Demonic Apostle of Leviathan

Krzysztof Demonic Apostle of Mammon

Thallan Demonic Apostle of Beelzebub

Harvey Yates Demonic Apostle of Belphegor

[megalony]

Our Army- Part 3

Thank you all for the lovely feedback on this Eddie Diaz mini series, I hope you will all enjoy this part it's rather long.

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Eddie Diaz Masterlist

Part 1

Part 2

Summary: With another impending arrival, (Y/n) and Eddie get ready to move their family into a new home and get ready for a life with six children.

Enjoy.

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"Everyone's in bed." (Y/n) managed a tight-lipped smile as she slowly walked back into her and Eddie's room. She pushed the door shut behind her and took a moment to catch her breath before she walked over to the bed.

Her shoulders dropped and the tension in her back lessened when she felt Eddie's hand on her lower back and his other hand on her hip. And when she sat down on the bed, she felt his arms move to bind around her waist, easing her back so she was leaning against his chest. She tilted her head back on his shoulder and pressed a kiss to his neck.

"First night in our new bed, hm?" The way Eddie wiggled his brows and smirked made (Y/n)'s stomach flutter.

She lifted her hand to cup the side of his face, smoothing her thumb across his cheek as she craned her head to kiss him. "Oh yeah, and what are you thinking?" She murmured against his lips while his hands roamed her stomach.

"That we can… sleep."

A laugh rumbled in (Y/n)'s chest and she pecked his lips again, nodding in agreement.

In any other situation, there would have been something else on Eddie's mind and they both knew it. But right now, sleep was more prominent than anything else.

Last night had been their last night in their old home and because they had been moving today, Eddie (With the help of Buck) had taken down all the bed frames ready to be moved. So all of them had slept on mattresses on the floor last night.

It did not to (Y/n) any favours. She barely slept and she felt horrid to have to keep waking Eddie when she needed the bathroom so he could help her up. She could barely walk this morning when it was finally time to get up and get ready. So being in their new bed tonight- which was new and bigger than their old one- was going to be much easier on (Y/n)'s back. And she would be able to get up without needing any assistance tonight.

Moving her hands down to the mattress, (Y/n) shuffled back until she was leaning against the pillows and Eddie did the same. The tv was on in the background, but neither of them would be watching for much longer, they were too tired.

"What're you thinking?" Eddie's voice was soft and quiet as he lifted an arm so (Y/n) could inch closer and lean into his chest. He could see something was circulating through her head.

"A few things." She mused quietly while she looped her arm around Eddie's torso and nuzzled her face into his bare chest. He felt like a radiator, giving off waves of heat and it made (Y/n) cuddle closer into his side.

"Like?"

"Just, we- we are gonna cope, with two babies, right?" (Y/n) felt silly for even voicing these worries and she closed her eyes and meshed her face into his chest so she didn't have to look up at him.

She heard him turn the tv down. They both knew in about ten minutes Eddie would just turn it off, it was only on to serve background noise and give them some light.

Having six kids was going to be a trial on its own without the added factor of having two babies at once. That meant trial and error with feeding and settling one and then moving straight onto feeding the next one. It meant getting up during the night for twice as long to feed and change them both. It would be hard taking the kids out when they had two babies to handle.

It also meant there would be trouble with trying to give all the kids attention. (Y/n) would have to scatter dinner time and feed the kids before she fed and changed the twins. Bath time would be doubly hard.

And (Y/n) didn't want to imagine what it would be like when Eddie would be back to work.

"I think we're gonna have our hands full, but we're gonna cope just fine, amor."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Lia's older now, she can help around the house or give us a hand with one of the twins if needed. Chris is old enough to help with the house too. And all the team have already signed up for babysitting duties if we ever want a break or a night with just the twins."

The team had been surprised and delighted when Eddie told them he and (Y/n) were having twins. And all of them had said they never minded babysitting. Buck loved the kids, he was an uncle to them and Tilly was best friends with Jee while Chris and Paul got along great with Denny.

All of the team said they would babysit if ever needed, especially if Eddie and (Y/n) needed a night to themselves or a night to spend focusing on the twins.

"Plus, ma and papi are coming down at some point, they wanna stay for a few weeks to be with the kids." Eddie's parents hadn't been the best when he was growing up, his father had been absent and his mother worked a lot.

Eddie vowed to be different with his kids and so far he had stuck to that and tried to do better by them. But his parents had stepped up since Eddie and (Y/n) had their family together. They tried to visit often, they rang and kept in contact with the kids and often stayed for a week or so at a time to be with them.

His mum had already made it clear that once the twins were born, they would be coming down for at least two weeks. So they could help look after the kids and be with the twins and generally make things easier for them.

Eddie had suggested they wait until he went back to work to come down. Then it wouldn't be so hard on (Y/n) if he was working, at least his parents would be nearby to help with the kids.

"I'll have to feed them both in shifts, God you know that means no sleep, right?" When she felt Eddie's hand move down to her waist, she gripped his wrist and held tight.

It would be fine during the day to feed one twin then the other, and do the same for changing them. But when it came to the nights, they weren't going to get much sleep. By the time they fed one twin and settled them, they would have to move onto the next one and do it again. And then they wouldn't get much sleep before they had to get up and repeat the process all over again. It was going to be a struggle. Not to mention if they had to get up during the night for the rest of the kids.

"So for the first few weeks, you sort one, and I'll have the other." Eddie and Bobby had managed to worm around the rota. Eddie was going to get his typical two weeks maternity leave, but then he had booked the week after off as annual leave.

All in all he would get three straight weeks off work to be home with (Y/n) and the kids to try and get into a routine and make things easier. That way (Y/n) would hopefully be feeling better by the time Eddie had to go back to work and things would be settled at home so he wouldn't have to worry as much while on shift.

They stayed quiet for a little while as Eddie finally turned the tv off and laid down. He bent one arm behind his head, with his knuckles tapping against the headboard and his right arm secured around (Y/n)'s waist. He smoothed his thumb up and down her stomach while she shimmied to try and get comfy beside him- or technically on him as she was laid over his chest.

After a minute or two, Eddie tilted his head forward and pressed a kiss to her hair.

"What're you really worried about, mi amor?" He could sense there was something else on her mind that she hadn't said and he didn't want her to worry. They were going to make this work, their family was going to be large and loved and perfect.

"I- I don't want you to start feeling like work is a break for you… you know?" (Y/n) hated the words that passed her lips and she cringed when she felt Eddie suck in a deep breath.

Six kids, two newborns, that was going to be hard and stressful and the last thing (Y/n) wanted was for Eddie to feel like work was a break away from all of that. She didn't want Eddie to feel like he had to get an escape and that he might prefer being at work away from the stress at home.

"Baby, I promise that work is never going to feel like that to me. I'll always wanna be home with you; with our family."

A shiver coursed down (Y/n)'s spine when Eddie's words muffled into her hair and she felt him kissing the top of her head. That made her feel better. She hoped it would still be true when the midnight feeds came around and they had two babies to soothe and four other kids to settle.

She closed her eyes and burrowed down against him which made him smile wider. And she smothered down a grumble and reached out for Eddie's hand when the twins started to move.

"I think they heard you." She murmured into his chest, grateful when his hand started gliding across her skin to see if he could calm them down.

Eddie wouldn't lie, he loved how animated the twins were. He thought Tilly would of been their last, so to feel the babies kicking and wriggling and having this experience again was making his heart feel full to the point of exploding.

And he loved to watch the way (Y/n)'s shape changed and how she was starting to live in his clothes now. It made him happy and proud.

He could feel himself nodding off and he knew (Y/n) had fallen asleep by the change in her breathing and how she relaxed against him. Eddie felt like his body was swaying from side to side as if he were sailing on the sea. He wasn't too sure how long he had been drifting like that for, but when a thud rattled against the wall, he jerked awake.

His head shot up off the pillow and his chest jerked up, jostling (Y/n) against him making her clutch his chest in panic.

Both of them waited in silence as (Y/n) clung to Eddie, unsure what had woken him and Eddie felt much the same. But when another thud echoed through the walls, followed by a distant but audible cry, Eddie eased from beneath (Y/n) and got to his feet.

"It's Lia." He tried to hurry, padding across the carpet to leave the room. His hands trailed the walls, fumbling for the hallway light switch once he was out of their room.

Eddie didn't have his bearings yet, none of them did. He had no idea where the lightswitches were in this house and the layout was still vague in his mind. He could walk the old house blindfolded, this time he was going to have to learn the layout first.

"Lia, Carino you okay?" He had to flick the bedroom light on to see where the boxes were.

All they had set up in the bedrooms were the beds and the tvs, the essentials as the kids called them. Eddie had yet to put up any shelves in any of the kid's bedrooms and their toys and teddies and accessories were still strewn around and laid in boxes.

"D- d- dad…" The way Amelia's head was tilted to one side looked odd, but it was her dilated pupils and locked jaw that made Eddie wince.

He plonked down on the side of the bed beside the guard rail, trying to assess his eldest but it was hard. Amelia was almost slouched into the wall, both hands on her lap and the cover strewn about her ankles. And her legs were violently thrashing up and down like she was being electrocuted.

"Okay-" Eddie winced and leaned back when she screamed. The sound was muffled because she could barely loosen her jaw, but it didn't stop her from trying. And her hands moved down to her thighs so her nails could scratch up and down her legs, almost drawing blood in her efforts.

Shuffling closer, Eddie held her hands and moved them onto his lap instead to stop her from hurting herself. Clearly this seizure was affecting her legs more than anywhere else, and the slight bump on her temple implied the thud Eddie heard was her headbutting the wall.

"Carino, it's alright. I've got you, it won't last long."

He kept her arms laid on his lap and began moving his hands up and down her arms towards her shoulders and back down like he was giving her a massage. It stopped her from screaming again and her blown pupils focused on him as her legs continued to thrash and twitch against his hip and the bed.

He was relieved after a minute that the shaking started to subside. But he visibly winced when Amelia's head suddenly snapped forward. It looked like her neck had been broken and her chin went right down near her sternum which must have hurt the back of her neck and down her spine.

"Woah, okay come here." His hands moved to cup her face and he carefully tilted her head back, wiping away the tears with the pad of his thumbs.

Head-drops were common during these type of seizures, but it didn't mean they were nice to witness and Eddie could tell it hurt. He kept her head tilted up in his direction and when a feeble cry escaped her lips, he sighed.

He knew what she was silently asking, and he didn't feel able to refuse.

A soft, "Come here," passed his lips again and he shuffled closer until her face was meshed into his shoulder. He looped her arms around his neck and edged backwards off the bed, easing Amelia with him until he could pick her up.

Eddie knew she would want to stay with him and (Y/n) and she was still trembling like a leaf. She would feel safer with them rather than in a room by herself on the first night in their new home. If she seized again or got up during the night and tripped, it would be a lot worse. It would be safer to just let her sleep with them.

He held Amelia in his arms, hating how she continued to shake and tremble against him while she whimpered into his shoulder. Each tear he felt soaking into his skin made him want to cry. Eddie hated seeing any of the kids in pain, but seeing Amelia seize and suffer the effects always tore his heart out.

He switched the light off as he passed, but just as he stepped into the hall and went to turn the hallway light off, a small gasp caught his attention.

He twisted to the left, squinting down the hall before he sighed and tilted his head to one side.

"Tilly, what're you doing?" Eddie rose a brow and waited, watching his youngest as she dithered in the doorway to her room. But when he squinted, he realised she was sniffling.

"Scared, t-the shadows," She feebly pointed behind her into the bedroom while she stayed tucked up in the doorframe.

All the kids wanted their own rooms, but they were all so used to sharing that being alone was unnerving. Tilly had to get used to the different shadows and shapes in her room and the fact that she didn't have her big sister moving around or banging into things. Or the quiet sound of music playing from Amelia's headphones when they used to share rooms.

It was unnerving and Eddie didn't have the strength to settle Tilly and try to calm her down. They had time to get her used to sleeping alone, she didn't have to learn right away on the first night.

"Quick then." As soon as Eddie pointed to his room, Tilly made a break for it.

The three year old zoomed down the hall as if she were afraid Eddie would turn the light out before she got there.

He waited for her to scramble up onto the bed before he turned the hallway light off and shut the door behind him. He headed towards the bed and carefully laid Amelia down in the middle while Tilly scuttled under (Y/n)'s arm and burrowed into her side.

"We've got company," (Y/n) mused quietly while she wrapped Tilly up in her arms, watching as Eddie climbed in and tucked Amelia up in the middle. They couldn't have Amelia on the end of the bed in case she seized and fell out, she had to be in the middle.

Which meant that (Y/n) and Eddie felt like they were miles apart, especially in a new, big bed with both their daughter in between them.

"As always." Eddie's response was light-hearted and well meant. He pressed a kiss to Amelia's temple before he closed his eyes, already feeling sleep overtaking him.

Twisting his head from left to right, Eddie groaned and sucked in a deep breath, but it only made his nose scrunch up and his lips curl. When he felt something tickling his nose, he lifted his hand, groggily trying to bat away whatever was annoying him.

But he paused when his hand brushed his nose and he realised it was hair that was annoying him; and there was no way it was his hair.

He tiredly opened his eyes and tried to look around the room, guessing it had to be sometime in the morning because the room was lighter than before. His arms moved again and he flopped his right hand around until his palm pressed down on a small back.

It was Tilly.

He ran his hand up and down her back for a few moments, but as his senses came back to him, Eddie couldn't help but grunt. She was laid in a funny position. The toddler was laid on Eddie's right shoulder with her head and chest pressed down into his neck and collar bone.

"Tilly… princess, I can't breathe." He coughed, trying to nudge her up a bit so he could actually take in a proper breath. Now he knew why he really woke up; she was suffocating him by crushing his windpipe.

She shuffled the tiniest bit until her head was tucked beneath his chin but her body was no longer pressing down on his throat. She was still laid sideways across his pillow though.

"Thanks." He muttered quietly and continued to glide his right hand across her back to serenade them both back to sleep.

But after a minute or two, Eddie had to slide his left hand beneath the cover and pat across his thighs. He suddenly realised there was a leg strewn over his lap, but Eddie knew instantly that it wasn't his wife.

He trailed his hand across the leg and once his fingers danced across the owner's foot, he got a swift kick in the leg and a grunt.

It was Chris.

A frown formed on Eddie's face and he cracked his bleary eyes open and managed to lift his head from the pillow, despite Tilly being in the way like she was a scarf wrapped around him.

"Jesus."

Eddie was hanging on the edge of the bed, one leg dangerously close to crashing down to the floor. He had Tilly beside him on the pillow and Amelia was laid directly in the middle of the bed with her head lost between the pillows, flopped on the mattress. Further down the bed between Amelia and Eddie, there happened to be Chris who was curled up like a little fox with his head pressing into his sister's abdomen and his legs strewn next to Eddie.

And when Eddie glanced at the other half of the bed, he found (Y/n) laid on her back. One arm draped across her bump almost protectively, but her left arm was wrapped around Paul. He was cuddled into her side, his face meshed into her baby bump and his legs laid on her lap so he was effectively curled around the twins.

So the boys had snook into the bed at some point during the night too. God, Eddie was relieved they would have two or three years yet before the twins would be able to creep into their bed. He wasn't sure they could fit eight of them all together in here.

He dropped his head back onto the pillow with a sigh and closed his eyes, trying to switch his mind off and get some more sleep.

"Thank God we got a bigger bed."

***

A wide grin spread across Chris's face when he managed to reach out and pat Paul's shoulder. As soon as he did, he shot past his little brother and headed out the bedroom, making a speedy path down the hallway. They were playing tag and now that they had a bigger house, it meant more games to play and more chances to get away and win.

Chris trailed his eyes along the familiar pictures on the walls as he headed towards the other side of the hall. Their parent's room was the neutral zone, no one could be tagged in there.

He looked up at the main family photo hanging on the wall between Amelia's room and their parent's room. It was from two years ago when Tilly had only just turned one and they had been at a party at the station. They had a lot of family photos, and Chris loved them all.

He also loved the fact that there was a large canvas photo downstairs in the living room above the fireplace. It was one of the photo sets they had done when Tilly had been born. Chris couldn't wait because he knew in a few short weeks when the twins were here, they would get updated family photos. He loved photoshoots.

He was about to zoom into their parent's room when he noticed the door was open on his left. The twin's room.

The boys had been a little more than surprised after the twins room was decorated and they didn't see the cots in there. They had been even more dismayed to find both cots put up in their parent's room. But then they remembered that it had been the same when Tilly had been born.

It would be hard for (Y/n) and Eddie to constantly be walking in and out of the twins room to feed and settle them both at different times, and it might wake or disturb the rest of the kids. They always had newborns in their room with them for the first few months.

"Got you!" Paul patted his hand rapidly against Chris's shoulder, but he paused too when they both looked into the room and saw their dad.

Eddie was mulling about the room which now had shelves up on the walls which empty picture frames and teddies scattered about. There was a changing unit near the window, stacks of nappies in the corner and a chest of drawers with all the clothes neatly folded away. There were even Disney stickers on the walls which Tilly was a bit jealous of.

"What you doing?" Paul padded into the room and moved to stand beside Eddie, trying to push up onto his tip toes to try and see the bag that was on top of the chest of drawers. And Chris followed, moving to stand on Eddie's other side.

"Uh, getting everything ready for tomorrow." Eddie raked his hand through his hair, brushing the curls away from his eyes before he reached down and ruffled both the boys hair.

"Why?"

Eddie turned around and leaned his hips back against the chest of drawers and folded his arms over his chest. He looked between both of them as they stared up at him with wide, curious eyes and matching grins. Sometimes the boys were almost like twins even though there were five years separating them.

He smiled at them both, figuring that he could tell them now rather than later on tonight.

"Okay, tomorrow uncle Buck's gonna come and stay with you after school so I can take mum to hospital. She's gonna have the babies tomorrow."

Amelia already knew, she had seen the date on the calendar and they had explained to her since she was the eldest. And he would sit down and tell Tilly on her own because they knew she wasn't going to be happy about being away from her parents, even for one night.

"How'd you know that? You don't get to choose." The pointed look on Chris's face made Eddie smile. He was smart. He knew how some of this worked, and he remembered from the other times his mum had been pregnant. They had all waited, it had been a surprise each time when she went into labour, they didn't know beforehand.

"When you have twins, sometimes you can choose, buddy. The doctor will start labour tomorrow when we get there, it means your mum and the twins will be safer if they come now."

This had been planned for the last three months. (Y/n) would be thirty-five weeks pregnant and that was a safe date where the twins could be born a bit earlier without too many risks. It stopped (Y/n) from developing any complications or issues and the risks that came with a natural, multiple birth.

It also meant Eddie had been able to get his annual leave booked and tell Bobby exactly when they would need someone to cover his shifts for the next three weeks.

"When will you come home?" The panic in Paul's voice made Eddie's heart become erratic.

And when the five year old pushed forward and wrapped his arms around Eddie, he smiled softly at him. He moved his hand to cradle the back of Paul's head who looked up at him with those big brown eyes that matched Eddie down to the very last detail.

He felt Chris lean his head on his chest which was his way of silently asking for a hug too, so Eddie looped his other arm around Chris. Cuddling both boys against him like he was going to be away for weeks, not a matter of days.

"I'll be back the day after tomorrow, and hopefully mum and the babies will be home by the end of the week. Don't worry, it's all sorted."

Eddie had just finished the hospital bag they would be taking with them, everything was set. He would take the kids to school tomorrow, then get (Y/n) down to the hospital straight after. And Buck would pick all the kids up and stay here with them tomorrow night and take them to school the next day. Then Eddie would be home to look after them again, and they would work out from then on when exactly (Y/n) and the twins would be coming home.

***

"Dad's home!" No sooner did the words leave Amelia's lips, and her younger siblings were all scrambling behind her to look out the window.

As soon as they all saw for themselves that Eddie's car was in the drive, they bolted for the door, leaving Buck behind them hurrying to catch them up with a quiet 'wait for me'.

He leaned down and scooped Tilly up, holding the toddler high in his arms so he could speed after the rest of the kids.

Amelia flung the door open and bolted outside, looping her arms around Eddie's neck as soon as he was within reach. She pressed into him, grinning into his neck while Paul and Chris hurried to latch onto his legs and cling to him like all of them were vying for his love and attention.

"Woah, didn't I see you all yesterday?" He looped his arms around them all, enclosing them in a hug and he kissed their foreheads before he tried to get them to let him walk. He ushered them back towards the house where Buck was stood in the doorway, holding Tilly who was wriggling and giggling, trying her best to reach out for Eddie.

As soon as he was close, Eddie scooped Tilly up and pressed a sloppy kiss to her cheek.

"Hi honey." Buck grinned and nudged the door shut once everyone was back inside. He knew the kids had been waiting around in agony, unsure when exactly Eddie would be coming home this afternoon and they were eager to know what was going on.

Although (Y/n) had the twins yesterday, Eddie made them all wait in suspense, including Buck and the team. He hadn't told anyone what the genders were and how it went yesterday. He messaged Buck to check on the kids and said they would talk once he came home this afternoon.

"Are you okay, have they been good?" Eddie and (Y/n) weren't used to leaving the kids for a whole night and they had been worried how Buck would cope with them all. But his smile showed he had been in his element, if anything.

"They were great, we had a movie night, all of them have been amazing. So, how's (Y/n)?"

"Is mum okay?"

"Are the twins here now?"

Eddie kissed Tilly's cheek once again before he set her down to her feet and looked around his army that were crowding him in the hallway. He had barely gotten into the house before they started their interrogation.

"Alright, everyone go sit down and we'll talk, come on." Eddie ushered them inside and watched all of them huddle to sit down. While they were arguing on where to sit and whether or not to turn the tv off, Eddie backed up towards the stairs. He folded his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall, sharing a look with Buck. They had a moment to talk without prying ears listening in.

"Did it go as planned then… (Y/n)'s good, right?" Buck had been a little unsure when Eddie didn't say how it went. The most he got was 'twins are here, all recovering' and that was worrying. Buck knew Eddie, he was one to explain and excitedly rant or call and talk for a few minutes. Getting none of that had worried Buck to say the least.

He watched Eddie run his hands up and down his face and take a deep breath to try and settle his rattled system.

"We had a C-section."

"But- but I thought it was induced labour?" Surely Buck hadn't gotten things wrong? He could of sworn Eddie and (Y/n)'s plan was to have the doctor give her the necessary injections to enforce contractions and break her waters.

Other than that, it was supposed to be natural labour and (Y/n) would have the twins just like she had the rest of the kids. The only difference was they planned the day and started her body off into labour rather than waiting for it to happen on its own.

"That was the plan. Four hours into labour, the placenta blocked the cervix and then she started to bleed out. Lost a pint of blood like water from a tap… Jesus she scared me. Doctor called for emergency C-section, but she's okay, they're all okay."

Eddie ran his hands up and down his face again, trying to liven himself up and shake off the nerves so he could smile.

It had been going according to plan for the first few hours. They got booked in, set up in a room. (Y/n) went into labour straight away from the medication and she got contractions like normal. They had been in the swing of things, calm and happy just like every other time.

Then it went wrong.

(Y/n) started to push, and suddenly she was crippled in agony. The placenta had moved in the way of the babies and blocked the cervix and it caused a haemorrhage. Eddie had never seen her bleed so much and so fast like that, the bed turned crimson before they had a chance to press the emergency button.

A C-section had been their only choice to stop the bleeding and prevent another one, and they couldn't move the placenta once it was in the way.

Eddie's heart had been in his throat the whole time until (Y/n) was finally stitched up and back on the ward and the twins were safely in their arms.

"You should of said, I would of stayed with the kids tonight for you."

"No, we couldn't ask that, besides I needed to see them. Come on," Eddie ticked his head to the side and headed into the living room. It wouldn't be fair to ask that of Buck and (Y/n) was okay. Her mum was at the hospital with her for now while Eddie stayed home tonight with the kids and he would go straight back once they were all at school.

Eddie slumped down into the armchair and when Paul hurried over to him, he smiled and opened his arms, letting the five year old clamber up onto his lap. Both his arms bound around Paul's waist and he snuggled down into him, hugging him tightly as he kissed his temple.

He watched Buck sit in the opposite chair while Amelia, Chris and Tilly were perched on the sofa, all on the edge of their seats with eagerness. They had been waiting all night to know the news.

"So?"

"You've got a little brother, and another sister."

Eddie wouldn't say it was what he had been hoping for, because he hadn't cared whether they had one of each, two boys or two girls. But it did feel good to know they had three of each. It was equal. And they wouldn't be having any more kids. Tilly and the twins hadn't exactly been planned, but this was their family complete now. Three boys, three girls.

"Where's mummy?" Tilly looked around as if she was expecting (Y/n) to walk through the door with the babies at any moment. After a moment of silence, Tilly hopped off the sofa and moved to sit on Buck's knee since Paul was with their dad.

"Mum's at the hospital, she can come home tomorrow."

"Yay-"

"Ah, but if mum comes home, I need you all to promise me something."

Eddie twisted Paul round so he was looking at him while the rest of them stared at him with curious, worried wide eyes.

"Mum really wasn't well yesterday, she had to have an operation to have the twins. She's gonna be fine, but if she comes home, I need you all to help me. Your mum can't bend down properly or carry the washing or pick any of you up, she has to rest. We have to look after her, okay?"

(Y/n) wouldn't be able to bend down and pick toys up off the floor and tidy up after them. She couldn't carry anything heavier than the twins, she wouldn't be able to bend down and put the washing on or carry heavy things up the stairs. And Paul and Tilly couldn't be begging her to pick them up, neither could Chris since he sometimes liked to be carried.

Eddie had to have the kids help him and help look after (Y/n), they had to make it easier for her. It would be hard enough for (Y/n) to get up during the night and climb the stairs now she had stitches.

They hadn't been prepared for surgery and the aftercare that came with it.

A chorus of 'promise' and 'we will' made Eddie smile. He knew he was lucky, the kids would bend over backwards for him and (Y/n), they would all relish looking after her and trying to make her smile and feel better.

"Are the twins okay?" The worry in Amelia's eyes hit Eddie straight in the chest. She was the only one who knew what kind of surgery (Y/n) must of had and what a C-section was.

"They're both fine, they can come home in a few days too. Everyone's okay."

The sound of the front door slamming closed brought (Y/n) out of her trance. Her body jolted on the spot and she shivered, trying not to jostle the newborn cradled in the crook of her left arm.

She stayed stooped over, leaning forwards until her stomach was creased and her back clicked out of place with how far forwards she was sitting. Her feet tapped away on the soft carpet, having gone numb ages ago from the way she was sitting like she was trying to will herself to get up.

Her thumb smoothed up and down Jamie's arm as she cradled him a bit closer to her chest wishing it would somehow make her feel better, but it didn't.

She could hear multiple footsteps pounding up the stairs and it made her bow her head and brush her free hand across her face to rid the tears that had been steadily streaming for the last hour or so.

She knew the footsteps meant Eddie had brought the kids home from school.

She heard a soft "Hi mum," hollered from the hallway before the sound of Amelia's bedroom door opened and shut again. The eldest was home, clearly.

(Y/n) tried to wipe her face down again and she rocked Jamie in her arm, trying to keep him settled and asleep. She had just fed him and she knew she had to set him down soon so he could sleep properly rather than doze off in her arm like this. But she didn't have the strength to get up off the bed, let alone try and lean down and set him in the cot again. Picking him up had been enough of a struggle.

Eddie ran his hand along the back of his neck as he trudged up the stairs once he watched Paul scuttle into the living room. Both Chris and Tilly were toddling up the stairs just in front of him and he had watched Amelia hurry up.

He had done the school run today. Tilly was only three so she was only going to nursery three times a week. Eddie picked her up, took her for a walk to the park and then went to get the rest of the kids from school. He knew all of them would be tired now which meant it would be a bit easier for him and (Y/n) this afternoon.

A smile danced across his lips when he watched Chris and Tilly hurry down the hall and into his and (Y/n)'s room like bulldozers. They wanted to see her and the twins.

"Daddy…" Tilly looked from the bedroom doorway down to Eddie in the hallway and silently pointed back into the bedroom. Her actions caused a frown to appear on Eddie's lips.

He walked over to her, resting his hand on the back of her head as he leaned into the room to see why she looked so nervous all of a sudden. Was (Y/n) sleeping? Had she been sick?

(Y/n) was sitting on the edge of the bed like she wasn't sure whether she was going to slide off onto the floor or not. Her upper body was arched over until she almost had her chest pressing down into her thighs. One arm had one of the twins cradled into her side, and her head was bowed forward.

It was clear from the way her shoulders were quaking that she was crying. If that wasn't enough of an incentive, Eddie could tell by how Chris was stood at her side, running his hand up and down her back while he kissed her shoulder. None of the kids ever knew what to do when their parents were crying or how to console them.

"Alright, downstairs you two."

Once the pair of them scuttled out the room, Eddie walked in and sank down on the side of the bed next to her. He gently nudged his knee into hers and wrapped his right arm around her waist while his left hand cradled the back of Jamie's head.

"Why the tears, amor? What's up?"

"I didn't think it would hurt this much." (Y/n) huffed and kept her head tilted down so Eddie couldn't see her grave expression.

She felt stupid. She felt so silly for not realising just how much having a C-section was going to hurt in the aftermath. But she could barely get out of bed. They had four kids and two newborns to care for and (Y/n) had barely been able to leave the bedroom at all today.

She had been home all of two days and she wanted to curl up and disappear. Her stomach was killing her. It felt like she was covered in itching powder that she couldn't wash off no matter what she did. She just wanted to claw at her abdomen until her skin came off and she got some sense of relief. And sitting up was proving to be something she couldn't do.

(Y/n) couldn't straighten up without being in absolute agony, and she didn't know what to do with herself anymore.

"Pass him here so I can take a look, amor."

(Y/n) didn't grumble when Eddie carefully eased their boy from her arms and into his instead.

He pressed a quick kiss to Jamie's forehead before he got up and moved over to the crib opposite the bed. He eased him down, taking a peek to make sure that Lottie was still asleep and settled too before he went over to (Y/n).

Both her hands were now gripping the bed and she was leaning forward like she was about to take a nose dive off the bed onto the carpet.

Eddie went down on his knees in front of her and placed his hands on her thighs, carefully parting her legs enough so that he could kneel between them. His hands found her waist and her shoulder and he was slow and tentative as he tried to help ease her up into a straightened sitting position so she wasn't stooped over.

The movement made (Y/n) shudder and another wave of tears poured down her face. She tipped her head back and bit down on her lip until she could taste burnt copper on her tongue.

"Okay," He mused while he lifted her shirt up and carefully peeled back the elastic band of her pyjama bottoms.

His fingers carefully traced the neat row of stitches lining her abdomen in line between her hip bones below her belly button. He couldn't help but wince when (Y/n)'s stomach sucked in away from his touch and she all but shrieked at his tender touch.

"I'm guessing it itches too?"

"It- it's like it blisters, oh Eddie it hurts." Tears trickled down the bridge of her nose and she watched Eddie's face fall and his lips pursed into a saddened expression.

"Shit, baby I think they're infected."

The cry that (Y/n) let out broke Eddie's heart into a million pieces and he pushed up on his knees just as (Y/n) leaned down. Her head dropped onto his shoulder and her arms looped tightly around his neck, binding herself to him to refrain from scratching her stomach into shreds.

Eddie knew it shouldn't be hurting her this much, it should be uncomfortable and tight but not burning and itching like this. And if she continued to itch them she could tear them and make them bleed. But Eddie guessed she had an infection and that meant antibiotics, possibly new stitches and a longer recovery time.

"Okay, shh it's okay." His hand cupped the back of her neck and his other arm bound around her waist as he began peppering soft kisses against her temple.

(Y/n) had never had a C-section before now. Their other four births had been natural and they hadn't expected this set back this time either. It meant (Y/n) wouldn't recover as quickly. It meant more rest, less lifting and she couldn't stand up straight when she was walking around. Straining would make her worse too and she had kids to care for.

"Let me call Hen, see if she can watch the kids and I'll take you down to the emergency room. We'll sort it out, it won't hurt for much longer baby, I promise."

***

A constant ache burned in Eddie's arm as he rhythmically patted his hand against Jamie's leg while his other hand tapped against the bottle he was feeding him. The ache in his arms had been there since he fed and winded Lottie, who was now asleep in the living room.

Now he understood what the doctor was talking about when saying it would be hard but easier to do shifts with feeding them.

He continued to move about the kitchen, making sure to be slow so he didn't jostle the one week old too much and disrupt him.

Tilting his head down, Eddie pressed his chin against the end of the bottle, expertly trapping it between his chest and chin so his hand was free to reach out and turn the kettle on.

He could just about hear the music drifting down from upstairs over the sound of the kids chatting away.

(Y/n) had been upstairs for a while with Amelia so the eldest could get a bath. She could only have a bath if someone went with her in the bathroom so she wasn't at risk of seizing and slipping under the water. And Eddie was sure Amelia was staying up there with (Y/n) now to try and help her mum get washed and changed.

He grabbed a cup from the cupboard and closed his eyes, sighing when he heard the rest of the kids start to get louder in the dining room.

Chris and Tilly were painting at the table, and Eddie wasn't too sure what Paul was doing. He had been watching tv but now he seemed to be joining in the painting.

When a shrill scream tore through the air and vibrated into the kitchen, Eddie clutched his baby boy tighter to his chest and grimaced. He set the bottle down when poor Jamie coughed and moved into a spluttering cry from the scream that clearly frightened him.

Before Eddie could turn around, he could hear Chris whining and the sound of something clashing onto the table. Another scream tore through the air which he was sure was Tilly before Chris's voice rung out through the house.

"Dad!" Chris tilted his head back and slammed the paintbrush from his hand down onto the table.

When Paul tried to lean over him, Chris slapped his arm a bit too harshly, causing the five year old to recoil with a whine that turned into blubbering tears pouring down his face.

Paul had knocked into Chris when he tried to do his painting, causing a bright streak of green to slash across his page. And when Chris pushed Paul away, it caused him to clash into Tilly who knocked the cup of water across the table and onto the pallet of paints they had between them.

Tilly tried to hit and push both her brothers as large tears poured down her face and she let out a scream of defiance. She began to bash her hands against the table that was now a mess of children's paint and water and damp paper.

Over the noise they were making, the three of them could distinctly hear two sets of wails they recognised to be the twins, sounding from different rooms. But all of them stopped slapping and pushing each other when a harsh set of footsteps thundered into the dining room.

"Enough!"

A gasp tumbled past Tilly's lips and she jumped in her seat, twisting around on the cushion she had placed on the chair to make herself taller. She looked behind her, eyes wide and tears soaking her cheeks as she stared up at their dad.

He didn't look happy.

His hair was skewed and wild about his head. His brows were furrowed and his upper lip was curled like he was about to snarl at them. He had one of the twins resting against his shoulder, continuing to rub his back and trying to soothe him while his eyes roamed the rest of his kids to see what they had been up to.

"Chris, living room. You two clean the table now." Eddie pointed between the three of them before he patted Chris's shoulder to get him to stand up.

If they were going to fight they could all disperse around the house and stop painting. And now that Lottie was awake too, Chris could help Eddie with the twins so there wouldn't be anymore trouble.

When Tilly reached out and pushed Paul away from her, he turned round and slapped her hand until Eddie grabbed his shoulder and pulled him away so he wasn't stood between the chairs anymore.

"Stop it." He sneered and he pointed his hand down at Tilly when she leaned over like she was going to continue to try and hit the boys in frustration.

"Not fair!"

"Paul's fault-"

"Don't you think I've got enough fucking work to do? Get that mess cleaned up now or get out of my sight."

Chris shuddered and scarpered off past the double doors to get into the living room so he wouldn't be told off again. And he winced when he heard Tilly burst out into tears, sobbing loudly in the way she did when things didn't go her way rather than when she was unwell.

He knew Paul was starting to sniff and sob too. None of them liked being told off, and Eddie's tone had been harsh and snappy.

Eddie twisted on his heels and stormed out of the dining room, shutting the doors behind him so Paul and Tilly wouldn't follow. And in case they tried to sneak out the dining room without cleaning up. Eddie would hear either these doors or the kitchen door open if they tried to leave and he would tell them off if they didn't clean up.

He could feel his chest rising and falling and his raging eyes looked around the living room.

In an instant, he switched off the tv that was starting to annoy him. The background noise wasn't going to help the twins.

He pointed to the sofa, waiting silently for Chris to sit down even though Chris wasn't sure what he was being asked or what was going on.

"You all woke the twins. You can feed Jamie for me while I put Lottie back to sleep; again."

Chris nodded even though he knew he wasn't really being given a choice here. He sat up straight and stretched his legs out, opening his arms patiently for his little brother to be laid over his lap. Once Eddie adjusted his arms safely, Eddie headed through the hall to retrieve the bottle from the kitchen so he wouldn't have to go in the dining room.

He handed Chris the bottle before he carefully scooped Lottie up from the rocker near the armchair.

"Alright baby girl, I'm here." He carefully eased Lottie onto his chest, tilting back so she was laid against him with her face burrowed into his neck and his hand gliding up and down her back. He rocked her on his chest and began pacing the living room behind the sofa to try and settle her back down to sleep.

The kids couldn't play up and start messing around like that and expect Eddie or (Y/n) to play referee. Eddie needed (Y/n) to stay upstairs and rest, she still wasn't well and that meant that he was sorting the twins and keeping an eye on the rest of the kids. And he was trying to do some of the endless washing so (Y/n) wouldn't dare try and do it and over-exert herself.

He was playing the role of mother hen and he needed the kids to listen and do what they promised. Be good and help look after (Y/n).

"Dad…" Chris timidly looked behind him and held up the finished bottle, he had fed his brother but he wasn't good at winding him.

Eddie carefully laid Lottie on the sofa next to Chris, despite the way she was still whining and wriggling. He took Jamie and winded him and when he was done, he pointed at the rocker in the corner until Chris got down and sat next to the rocker on the floor.

"Settle him for me." Eddie's voice was thawing out a little but it still sounded gritty and Chris wouldn't dare argue.

He sat obligingly and started to sway the rocker up and down, nudging his brother's foot every now and then to try and get him to sleep. It meant Eddie could pick Lottie back up and soothe her while he slowly padded into the kitchen.

He settled on making a coffee and rocking Lottie in his arm as she fisted his shirt in her tiny hand and started to tug.

Eddie began humming quietly while he made a drink for him and (Y/n) and set on making a hot chocolate for Amelia. He knew if he didn't she would only come down and make one herself and tease him for not making her one.

His lips pursed and he straightened up, taking a deep breath when he heard slow, placid footsteps behind him.

"Yes?" His voice was cold but he'd lost the frustration he held earlier. He didn't have to look behind him to know it was Paul and Tilly trotting into the kitchen now they knew he was in here.

"Sorry daddy." Paul's voice was meek and he hurriedly set the cups, paint pallets and brushes down in the sink next to Eddie before backing away in case he was still in trouble.

"Sorry… you s-still mad at us daddy?" Tilly rubbed at her eyes and tried to sniff and take a deep breath, but she continued to huff and whimper, unable to stop herself from getting upset. She could be dramatic at times, if Eddie told her calmly to stop doing something she would cry and throw a tantrum as if he had shouted at her.

So whenever Eddie lost his well kept temper around her, it felt like the end of the world to Tilly.

Eddie's shoulders dropped and he turned round to look at them, feeling his heart plummet down to his stomach when he saw how sorry they looked for themselves. He kept Lottie cradled in his right arm, tucking her into his chest now she was starting to doze off and he crouched down, beckoning them both to come over to him.

"No, princess. But I just need you to help me. Mummy is sick, Lia's trying to help her and that means I'm feeding and changing the twins and looking after you three as well. You can't be throwing things and arguing and waking the twins up, that's not fair."

They both nodded, murmuring another round of sorry before they moved over and tucked into his chest. Tilly leaned her cheek against his chest and observed the newborn in his arm, trying not to squish up against her sister. While Paul burrowed down against Eddie's arm and kissed his cheek as way of an apology.

"But I shouldn't have snapped at you either, I'm sorry. I've got a lot to do, that's all."

He didn't mean it, he just needed them to help him. Eddie had two more weeks before he had to go back to work and he was dreading it. He hated the thought of leaving his growing family and leaving (Y/n) to care for them all when she still wouldn't be one hundred percent yet.

Eddie wanted to do everything he could for all of them, even if that meant wearing himself thin.

[luxmaeastra]

Achlys was dead, he should be happy - free even. Thysandra was going to take The Crimson Court. Emelin was happy, she had her lover, her home and peace. Things were good - she'd kept her soul in the war.

Creon woke feeling the Marks flaring along his skin. The Alliance had disbanded helping their own kind now.

He stared at Emelin, at the lack of marks on her. His magic screamed, he moved reaching for his horse and blades.

"Creon! Where are you going!"

He turned to her, hands on the horse. He swallowed his grip tightening on the reigns.

"Em I -"

"He's coming with me."

Leesan stepped from the treeline, the horn sounding on the distance. He looked to Leesan, needing an order - something to latch onto.

Leesan's smile was sardonic as if he found it funny that he held the power now. He had the knowledge Creon wasn't taught.

"We've reformed the Wild Hunt, go with them. I'll speak with her."

Creon rolled his shoulders back, pushing back whatever claim Leesan's order had.

"You coming with Caldris?"

Leesan grinned, something primal sparking in this eyes.

"Soon."

Creon yanked on the reigns, taking to the sky, joining the ranks from the other courts.

Leesan watched him leave looking to Emelin. The spark in his eyes died and he turned away from her.

"I suggest you make your way home, warn your parents - the real war is coming if they refuse us."

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Anaxia hummed, tracing the lines of the Mark on her. She'd seen it once when she'd been bound, she wondered who it was.

Who Achlys had kept her from.

Surely it wasn't -

"Naxi were you listening? We have to -"

"We don't have to go anywhere. They'll find us."

Anaxia rolled to her feet, stretching as she felt the wave slamming down and tearing up the dirt. She smiled at the trees, ignoring Estrella's growing fury.

She sighed following her friend deeper into the woods.

"Well the villages shouldn't be in the way, there has to be a civilized way to -"

"To what? Mate? That's now we work."

Creon jumped down, his eyes holding onto Anaxia. She rose an eyebrow at him, tracing the mark and looking back to him. She grinned, reaching for him.

"So are you truly mine now?"

Caldris moved through the woods, shoving Emelin at her sister. His eyes lingered on her looking to Creon and Anaxia.

"Nia is she dead?"

Anaxia dragged her eyes to him, slowly blinking.

"Who?"

"Thysandra?"

Anaxia shrugged.

"I poisoned her, the court is free for whoever can take it. No idea if she die -"

Creon grabbed her wrist, dragging her away from them.

"Enough questions. You have eyes Caldris - use them."

Caldris rolled his eyes, whistling to the riders and nodded to the village.

He looked to Estrella, thumbs in his belt as he regarded her.

"I told Emelin the same thing I'm telling you. Get to Wendlyn, warn your mother - the real war is coming and your father will be Called."

All those males would.

He could feel it in his bones, the rage of centuries spilling free. With Samkiel now here they were only egged on furth

How quickly things were unraveling, how quickly the new lines were being drawn. There were always the questions of what would happen after they had dealt with everything, after they had removed Mother and the hole that was left behind by her.

Estella turned her attention away from Anaxia as she was suddenly taken by Creon, the very male she had thought had been with her sister. Her sister who was not that, a beat of dread flowed through her until he appeared.

Leesan...No, he didn't fully look like Leesan anymore. Her heart hammered within her chest, she was torn between wanting to run to him and demand answers.

Creon said his name. Caldris. She quickly moved to take a hold of her sister, holding her close to her chest as her mind was working a million miles a minute.

"And then what? I run back to my parents and then what? You're going to run and frolic now you don't have to play the role?" There was a sense of disappointment that he wouldn't stay near, that he was telling her to go. "Do I even know who you are?"

"Ella." Emelin whispered. Her tears were making the sleeve of her dress wet, her sister was hurt from whatever had occured and at the moment she was getting pissed.

"Emelin, go," she trucked back some hair from her sister's face. "Go back home to Mama and Papa, warn them. I'll be home once I have sorted this out."

Emelin nodded, reluctantly taking herself from her sister's arms before she winnowed away.

"Well, Caldris...Start talking."

[velarisnightsky444]

Scorched Shadows: Part 10

Eris x Azriel's Sister OC

Summary: Estella is the younger sister of Azriel. Like her older brother, she is a shadowsinger and spymaster for the Night Court. When she meets Eris, she initially despises him, but after a bargain is made between them, and they are stuck Under the Mountain together, things begin heating up.

CW: mentions of child abuse

AN: ik, ik, main character who plays piano and loved the symphony, how original. but i genuinely didn't put the pieces together until after i thought this up.

Word Count: 1946

Series Masterlist

Part 9 || Part 11

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Year 19 Year 15 Under the Mountain

     Attending a ball was the last thing on Estella's mind, especially after what had happened at the last one she'd attended.

     There was one tonight, and she'd decided she wouldn't go. Rhys wouldn't be there, anyway. Seeing Rhys was the only reason she ever attended Amarantha's festivities. Even if she couldn't always speak with him, just a glimpse of him made it worth it.

     Things had been tense between her and Eris in the last five years. Of course, they were both used to fighting. They were always fighting. Yet, despite the intensity of their arguments, the fling between them persisted.

     Estella was currently on her way to his bedroom. He was a nice distraction; that was all he was. She wasn't sure why she couldn't find a nice distraction with any other male. Estella and Eris had nearly two decades of history. That made things easier. Knowing that neither of them owed the other anything.

     When she arrived, she found his bedroom empty. She huffed, checking the clock on the wall. He had told her he'd be back by now. 

     So Estella plopped down onto his bed, breathing in his scent, then scolded herself when she realized she was savoring it.

     The door swung open, and she sat up to welcome him, pausing in shock when she locked eyes with another female.

      The Lady of Autumn stood in the doorway, her russet eyes wide. Her red hair, which fell down her shoulders, was almost lifeless. She was much too thin, and her face was gaunt.

     Estella flushed a deep red, hurriedly scrambling from Eris's bed.

"Oh, dear, I apologize," she said quietly, her voice meeker than Estella expected. "I was looking for my son."

"No, my Lady, I'm sorry," Estella stammered, curtsying clumsily. "This . . . this isn't what it looks like, I was just looking for him, I'm so sorry--"

"No need for that," she assured Estella, a slight smile on her lips. It looked out of place for her and didn't reach her eyes. "I will come back later."

     Just as she was making to leave, Eris came strolling into the room. He seemed almost carefree until he took in the view before him. His amber eyes widened, flitting from Estella to his mother, then back.

     He cleared his throat awkwardly, shooting Estella a look before turning to his mother.

"Mother, I--"

"I don't want to know, Eris," she told her son. "We'll talk about it later."

"Don't tell--"

"I won't." 

     With that, she was gone.

     Estella loosed a breath of relief, collapsing headfirst onto his bed. He closed the door behind him, making a point to lock it.

"That was humiliating," Estella grumbled into his pillow.

"Agreed," he said, sitting beside her. "But she won't tell anybody."

"Does she know that we're--" she trailed off, usually not speaking the word 'mate' out loud.

"No," he admitted, shaking his head just once. "Nobody knows."

"I haven't told anybody, either," Estella said.

"I figured," he scoffed. "Your brothers would've strung me up by now if they knew." She couldn't entirely disagree.

"Well, I think the mood has officially been ruined," Estella declared, sitting up and making to leave.

"Wait," he said. Estella froze, turning her attention to him. "The ball tonight. Come with me."

"No."

"Why not?" he mused with a carefree smile. "I have nobody to go with. Might as well be you."

"I'm flattered," Estella glared.

"Besides, Amarantha is hosting a meeting with the High Lords during the ball," he reminded her. "Your brother and my father won't be there."

"Your brothers--"

"Will be too drunk to see straight," he assured her. "The ballroom beside it will be empty. We would still be able to hear the music. Then, we'd be alone."

"Why do you want to go with me so badly?" Estella demanded.

"Old time's sake," he shrugged. "Who knows, maybe dancing together again will reverse the mating bond." She snorted.

"Fine," Estella sighed. "But only because I miss music and dance."

"We'll meet at eight," he declared. 

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     Estella couldn't believe how nervous she was as she got ready. Rhys had supplied her with some money, so she bought a new ballgown from the seamstress who lived in the room beside hers.

     The dress was made of Night Court colors. A deep violet gown with a flowing skirt and a tight, strapless bodice. One that showed off her breasts in a way she knew would drive Eris wild.

     Mostly, she was looking forward to hearing the orchestra. She loved music, and she always had.

     When she was very little, she'd once broken away from Azriel during her time out of the cell.

     She had run amuck around the house until she found herself in a room. It looked unused, with white sheets covering the furniture. But on a side table, there was a symphonia.

     She hadn't known what it was at the time, so she'd messed with it until it began playing music. She had gasped, sitting beside it and listening.

     By the time her hour was up, Azriel had found her. He'd scolded her for going upstairs as he dragged her back to the cell. The upstairs was strictly forbidden for both of them.

     But she did it again. She found herself in that room nearly every day for months, listening to the music.

     Until the day her stepmother had found her. The lashings the female had bestowed upon the little girl, plus the beating she had gotten from her father, had been severe enough to keep her from going upstairs ever again.

     Noticing little Estella's distress over the lost music, Azriel started singing to soothe her. 

     After they both moved to Windhaven, her new family had trouble connecting with her. She was shy and didn't speak, so they all went to Azriel for advice. He had told them she loved music, jokes, and stories.

     Selene told Estella stories, and she loved them, especially the ones about Selene and Estella's mother from when they were girls together. 

      After his training, Cassian made it his mission to make her laugh daily. He told her jokes and delighted in hearing her laughter. 

     Selene also taught Estella to play the small piano in the sitting room. Estella also loved listening to Selene play.

     Over the years, she became a very skilled pianist. Her brothers always said she should've made a career out of it, but she didn't want it to become a job. She loved it simply for the art.

     Every time they went to Velaris, Selene took all of them to the symphony. From the first time when Estella was seven, she fell in love. 

     But after Selene died, they all struggled to return. It wasn't until decades after her death that they all decided she would've wanted them to attend and enjoy it for her.

     So years later, every year on the day Selene died, the family would all attend the symphony in her memory. And the Velaris orchestra always dedicated the music to her on that specific night.

     Estella stared at herself in the mirror. She had lost weight, just as everyone had under here. They were kept from starvation, but Amarantha made sure none of them were well fed. She only supplied food at her parties.

     Her skin had taken on a lighter tone, yet it still glowed with the rich undertones of her Illyrian heritage. It had been a long time since she'd basked in the sun's warmth.

     Despite that, she looked beautiful in her dress. Her hair was curled, her makeup simple.

     Estella looked just like her mother when her hair was curled. She missed the female so dearly. She hoped Azriel was visiting her regularly and her mother wasn't too worried about her.

     Thoughts of her mother kept her distracted from the nerves as she strolled through the corridors to the ballroom.

     She fidgeted with her scarred hands, trying not to chew on her lower lip and ruin her red lipstick.

     Estella carefully snuck into the empty ballroom beside the one buzzing with life and music. She was good at blending into the shadows, so nobody noticed when she slipped into the other room.

     Eris was already there, looking fine in his maroon suit. He turned, his amber eyes meeting hers. The breath loosed from her throat at the sight of him. He was so incredibly handsome. It still shocked her.

     She could hear the music playing from the other room. She closed her eyes for a moment, indulging in the notes. The beauty of music always relaxed her.

     When she opened her eyes, Eris reached out his hand to her. Estella curtsied and took it.

"You clean up nice," he commented.

     Estella rolled her eyes, placing her other hand on his shoulder as his went to her waist. And she began to dance.

"Wish I could say the same of you," Estella lied.

"Is that why your heart skipped a beat when you saw me?" he taunted her with a smirk. "Interesting."

"You're a prick," she mumbled. He only grinned, spinning her.

     Eris was an excellent dancer. She could keep up with him, but her skill paled in comparison.

"Where did you learn to dance properly?" he asked her.

"What?" Estella demanded, making a sour face.

"I wouldn't think a bastard would be taught to dance," he explained. She only glared.

"Rhysand taught me," she admitted. "When I was ten."

     Selene had gotten her a symphonia, and Rhys taught her to dance with it. He saw her jealousy of him going to important High Lord balls, so he taught her.

     He had been thirteen but tall for his age. And Estella had been ten and small for hers. So she stood on his feet, reaching up to hold onto him.

     He began taking Estella as his date to every ball as she got older. It was one of the reasons he had taken her to the masquerade with him.

     He knew she thought badly of herself, being so low-born. So he did his best to make her feel special.

     He was never embarrassed to bring his little sister as his date, even after he became High Lord. He said he loved seeing her face light up, and it always did when she entered the ball on his arm.

"He taught you well," he complimented. "You dance just fine for a bastard."

"You don't need to follow up a compliment with an insult every time," Estella said to him, exasperated.

"I'm a cruel bastard, remember?" he scoffed. "What else would you expect?"

"Despite what I may have said five years ago," Estella began. "I do not believe you are as cruel as you pretend to be."

"You don't?" he hummed.

"Rhysand wears a mask," she said. "Everyone thinks him cruel. But he isn't. I think it's the same with you."

"Why would you possibly think that?"

"You invited me here tonight," Estella shrugged. "You've been a prick but never cruel to me. You respect my boundaries in bed. You treat your mother well. You didn't turn me in when you found me spying in your court."

"We made a bargain," he reminded her.

"Even without the bargain, looking back, I doubt you would've turned me in," Estella mused. "I didn't know it back then, but now . . . "

"You think you know me now," he murmured.

"Yes, I do," Estella confirmed. "Don't think this means anything. I still despise you, Vanserra."

"I would be concerned if you didn't," he stated, dipping her.

     This time, no bond snapped as she stared up into his eyes. But that bond in her chest sang.

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[resilientangel]

"It's good to meet you, Bridger." He chuckled, almost immersed in his one sided conversation with the puppy. Elliott laughed again when the corgi licked his hand. "Oh, it's all right. I used to have a yorkshire terrier named Teddy. He was more affectionate than Bridger-- always waking me up in the morning by licking my face." Nothing the amiable woman said or did made him angry in the slightest. She was absolutely breathtaking, but the Angel had to remind himself it was rude to openly stare at her without speaking. "Dogs are a good judge of character. They'll guard you any chance they get, but the occasional stranger does slip past their radar." He retrieved the pots again, careful not to drop them. "I'm Elliott, by the way. I'm fairly new to the neighborhood." He'd moved into the house at the end of the cul-de-sac about a month and a half ago.

"His name's Bridger," she told him, smiling at the cute interaction. It made sense that he would want the weed: anxiety could be terrible to deal with. Whoever left the pots there was just out of luck, but she was more drawn to the sudden puppy lick that Bridger gave him. "Bridger, no! Silly puppy!" Estella grabbed the dog and lifted it off the floor, tucking an arm under the fluffy butt. "Sorry about that; he clearly likes you a lot." She bit her lower lip, worried that he would end up getting angry. Despite them not sharing the same interest in weed, she thought he was nice, and she had to admit that she found him cute. "He doesn't do that often. Usually he keeps barking until the other person leaves." The corgi had a goofy grin, its tongue lolling out of its mouth as it continued to stare at the stranger, almost as if it knew there was something different about him.

[captainpotatoslayer]

Chapter 22: Shi-Shi (The Conclusion of the Arc!)

Estella wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold out...

Hovering menacingly above, the kaiju intoned, "You’re quite the interesting human. I’ve decided I’m going to take you back to experiment with." His voice was clinical, almost fascinated, as if she were nothing more than a specimen under observation. 

Still trying to buy time, Estella managed a wry reply, "You’re an experimenter, eh? Trying to learn everything you can about humans?"

His eerie tone softened into a murmur as he affirmed, "You’re all such curious and unique creatures..." 

Every movement was agony as Estella struggled to rise. She slumped against the jagged remains of the broken storefront. "Well, let me tell ya," she rasped, hand on her stomach, "you’d be wasting your time trying to learn about other people from me. I was born a failure of a human... defective from my very bones." Her confession was bitter, a raw admission of her vulnerabilities to a creature that would never understand. 

"Defective? By what terms do you define yourself as defective?" It pressed, voice low and inquisitive. 

"Take your pick. Something in my DNA didn’t come out right," she answered, each word laced with equal measures of defiance and self-loathing.   “Where other humans break, I bend.  My entire body is held together with gum instead of mortar.  Yeah, I guess it makes me a little more... flexible and shock absorbant...  Heh... if only it didn’t make everything else malfunction too.”  She knew what she was doing.  As she watched the curiosity growing in its gaze, she leaned into it.  Provoking it to experiment with her defective body and satisfy its own curiosity.  Because every moment that it was torturing her, was a moment it wasn’t trying to kill someone else.

But most importantly, it gave more time for back up to arrive.  Every second right now was precious.

The monster reached out slowly and methodically, wrapping its gnarled hand around her throat and lifted her up once more, this time examining her as if she were a puzzle. "Interesting... so if I pulled you apart... would you go back together?" he mused, his tone both menacing and disturbingly fascinated. 

Estella gnashed her teeth, a dry and bitter humor escaping her, “Guess it depends on how far you pulled...”

The moment sent Reno and Iharu into a panic as they cried out together, "Stella!!!" In a desperate bid to help, they opened fire again. But the kaiju was unperturbed; it casually turned and unleashed several blasts aimed at them with it’s extra arms so it didn’t even have to release Estella. The shots struck their arms and shattered both of their guns, taking away their only weapons.

Now none of them had anything left to shoot with.

They both slumped to the ground, but were doing their best to push themselves up.  Iharu cried out, “Dammit!  Stella!!!  Get... get out of there!!”

Reno quaked with effort beside of him, “That thing isn’t... gonna let any of us leave, Iharu... dammit... dammit... I can’t watch...!  That’s not the kind of defense force soldier I wanna be!”  There were tears forming in his eyes as he remembered Kafka throwing him out of the way during their first encounter.  He wanted to be that kind of hero.  The one who protected his comrades but instead... it was him being protected once again. 

In that fleeting opening, with the kaiju’s head turned towards the other two, Estella drew a knife from her holster and plunged it into the center of it’s chest, hoping somehow that she could reach the core with it.

But she didn’t have the strength to bury it deep enough.  It’s head leisurely rolled back to her and  regarded her effort coolly, remarking, "Valiant attempt. How have you been able to tell where my core was this whole time? Is that part of your defect?" 

With a scoff, she spat back, "Who the hell knows?"

“Then let’s find out, shall we?”  The perversion in it’s voice was so thick her skin crawled.

She knew what was coming next.

Even before she could steady herself, it grabbed her arm in one hand and the other still held her by her neck. "Let’s start the experiment here, shall we?" he declared.   He began to pull both directions, tugging her arm away from her body.  She felt her muscles fire one by one, a practiced motion desperate to keep her shoulder in place.

But it took only seconds for her fragile body to give way.

A piercing scream of agony ripped from Estella as she felt her shoulder wrench painfully,  detaching from its socket. Out of pure reaction, she gripped the kaiju’s arm and flailed her legs, kicking wildly into the air while tears streaked her cheeks.

It was already dislocated but he was still pulling, as though determined to find the limit.

Further.... further... he kept pulling with an agonizingly slow force.

His voice cut through the vacant streets as he sneered at the carnage he was creating, “I wonder if it’s possible for a human to die from pain alone…” Read the full story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57294565/chapters/164286355#main

[lavenderrpages]

an ❛ ooufff ❜ puffed from estella's lips after hearing about tulsa. ten hours. being stuck in ten hours anywhere seemed brain rotting for the woman to think about. confined. judgment shifted to the outcome of alex's story. her posture was loosening from it's proper attire. wine was to be blamed. shoulders curled, an elbow placed on the bar top, fingers nestling in her dark, thick locks. ❛ sounds like one hell of a story. ❜ surely, more to the told words. no one dragged in layover to come out with an 'i heart tulsa' shirt on the other end. right ? ❛ makes me think this bottle of wine has potential for a greater adventure. ❜

❛ truth be told. ❜ began, while a less cautious hand poured the bottle of wine to refill her glass. ❛ i haven't found that place, yet. ❜ her tone was laced in promise that someday she just might. though the magic of such content feelings to be long lasting was deluded. time always aged the good feeling of whatever. estella wasn't ready to give up so empty handed. ❛ i could roam around pike marketplace. avoid them tossing a fish at newcomers. soak up whatever little sun seattle will allow before clouds released rain. ❜ drifting, ❛ have a riot with old broads chain smoking at a glitzy vegas casino. bottomless drinks. people rotting away to chance. ❜ or, ❛ get lost in a museum. anywhere. pretend i know the life of every painting, sculpture, photograph. maybe live in them. be so many people. so many things. have so many lives. ❜

a smirk crossed her lips as alex's fingers trailed delicately over the bar. the comment had, shamelessly, been cast on the end of a fishing pole. there was a slight shrug in one of her shoulders. "you can never fully predict the effect a layover will have," she replied, coyly. "every traveler has at least one horror story of the airport they were left to roost in, right? mine was tulsa. five hours, turned ten." she could speak on it with a certain fondness now that the experience was firmly in the past, but at the time, her sanity had been on the brink of destruction. "i had involuntarily gained a bar mate who became very clumsy as time dragged on, and..." she swept her hands toward her chest. "suffice to say, i landed in são paulo donning an 'i left my heart in tulsa' t-shirt."

people were a fickle breed, and alex was no exception. in these situations, being stuck for longer than anticipated, she had half a mind to balk at any attempt at camaraderie. but then came along someone that turned her head, disrupting her planned solitude. alex nudged the bottle in the other woman's direction, unconcerned with the potential consequence. "give me your place, then," she prompted, angling her body in the chair toward the brunette, legs crossed at the ankles. "where's someone like you drawn to that you're not quite ever ready to leave?"

[children-of-the-star]

INTRO POST

You can feel the elements in the air, they are powerful, weak, human, inhuman, everything.

do you listen?

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welcome to the stars children blog, a Muti muse blog with all of @solaceissilly's ocs.

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Character intros;

genshin;

Mondstat:

Cyrus Marin

Liyue:

Anastasia Zhu

Sumeru:

Estella Dawning

Inazuma:

Zircon Aoki not open yet!

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Azul not open yet!

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Rowen Beauregard

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(this is a wip, to be changed and added to over time.)

[starwrittenfates]

@muses-of-arda liked this post for a starter! --- for Samwise!

It was no secret that Samwise had a crush on her dear friend, Rosie Cotton. Anyone could see it clear as day...at least anyone who had bothered paying attention to their surroundings in the first place. While her brother was often hanging around Sam and his friends, sometimes Estella would tag along, getting to know them well herself.

She gently elbowed the gardener, nudging him. "You do know you could try talking to her? Girls like that."