#she will turn me into anna from frozen

[ataraxiaspainting]

As Grief Consumes.

Yan Childe x F Reader.

Synopsis: You are on the run from the eleventh of the Fatui Harbingers after he kills your husband. But soon, your fear turns into a want for revenge, and by then it is too late for you.

Warnings: Yandere themes, violence/some gore, accidental self-harm, essentially kidnapping, massive power imbalance, manipulation, and stalking.

Word Count: 4.4k.

Ten Songs Like This Piece:

Anna Maria by bôa

Once Upon a Dream by Lana Del Ray

An Unhealthy Obsession by The Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra

I Want a Girl (Just Like the Girl That Married Dear Old Dad) by The Buffalo Bills

Unwed Henry by American Murder Song

Who Is She ? by I Monster

Happy Together by Filter

Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge

Missed Me by The Dresden Dolls

The Dismemberment Song by Blue Kid

“When you begin a journey of revenge, start by digging two graves: one for your enemy, and one for yourself.” – Jodi Picoult, Nineteen Minutes

i. “The further you sink, the more you drown in lies told by both you and others.”

You had first seen the eleventh of the Fatui Harbingers when he was towering above you, unblinking, at the end of your bed. Dressed in elegant gray attire, he stood tall, exuding an air of opulence. His eyes, reminiscent of frozen azure or sapphire gems, shimmered with an ethereal glow, just like his Hydro Vision.

Initially, his absence of blinking and his predatory demeanor seemed only odd, almost as if he were a wild animal, your tiredness preventing you from seeing the situation in its entirety. 

However, once you had awoken enough from your sleep and realized that he was an intruder, a profound sense of terror and alarm engulfed you. Your husband’s snoring was the only audible thing in this moment, the Harbinger’s and your breathing. You had practically jumped out of your bed to run, not thinking. 

“That took a while.”

No. No. No, this can’t be happening. Ji told you that he was able to pay off his debt just in time. Your throat constricts, your gaze widening as your mind teeters on the brink of crumbling, all because of the presence of the person standing just a few feet from you. You can’t breathe. Tartaglia smiles at your fear like you are a new toy he had purchased and then placed on the highest shelf. 

“Why are you–”

“Shh,” He cuts your questioning short with that sound and a simple lift of his finger to his smirking lips. “I just want to chat, girly.” He whispers, putting a lazy arm over the raised footboard. “Don’t cry or scream for help, okay? We both know no one would come anyway.”

Nobody is here to help you get out of this, even Rex Lapis himself.

“Why are you here, Lord Tartaglia? That… is who you are, right? Please, he did pay off his debts.”

You don’t know what to say next. You don’t know what to say next, and it hurts you. What is one supposed to say, when their house is broken into by a Fatui Harbinger and they are just so casually standing a few steps away from you? A Fatui Harbinger who was said to be a wild card and oh so infamously conniving? Would begging for Ji to not die be a good choice? Would you die too then, whether he listens to your pleas or not? Perhaps asking him to at least make his death not painful and long would suffice. It is a gamble, no matter how you slice this situation.

Your husband is not a stranger. You know his life story and what he had done in his life. He knows your life story and actions too. Would Tartaglia listen to you if you kept repeating that Ji had paid off his debt already? Something tells you he won't listen to you, even if you speak enough to make your throat bleed.

“I doubt that.” His voice carries a cheerful melody that unsettles your stomach. “Harbingers aren’t one to be given false information, sweetie.” He chuckles as the tears that are about to fall from your eyes reflect the moonlight. “Anything you want to tell me before I get down to business? It can be anything at all.”

You find yourself tightly embracing your arms, as the frigid air playfully grazes your skin. Perhaps buried within your subconscious, you entertain the possibility that Ji may have deceived you. Maybe he fabricated a story to cease your persistent reminders about visiting Northland Bank and settling his debt with the Fatui. Alternatively, there could be an undisclosed motive behind his deception. Then again, could it be Tartaglia who is deceiving you, or perhaps you are deceiving yourself?

“Do you have to kill him?”

“Yes, princess.”

You don’t say anything for a moment after that blunt response. Tartaglia drinks up every emotion on your face like they are bottles of the sweetest cherry wine. Unfortunately for you, he does not seem the type to be a lightweight.

“Why can’t you do it another way?”

He looks out your window to the Sandbearer trees and bamboo growing in the back of your house. “Because he won’t ever be able to pay off his debt, no matter how much he works or how much he sells.”

You would think the lightness in his tone is simply him fooling around for a moment if he hadn't broken into your home and is a Fatui Harbinger. You know better than to think so foolishly. Perhaps it is simple amusement, with how his eyes look at your cold sweat traveling down your forehead to your neck, and your tears migrating down to your bare feet. You can sense the heaviness of his gaze, as it carefully observes your every action, from the not-so-subtle movement of your fingertips to the gentle flutter of your lashes. He would not be joking at a time like this.

The left side of the bed creaks as you hear Ji’s yawns and grumbles and him rubbing his eyes with his pointer fingers. Were Tartaglia and you too loud? You don’t think so. Your blood runs cold as your head turns and your fearful eyes make contact with his calm ones. 

As you move towards Ji, a wave of childhood nightmares washes over you. In those dreams, a formidable monster lurked behind, forever out of reach no matter how fast you ran. Your legs become burdensome and immobile as if shackled by iron chains. Should you cry out? Warn Ji to flee before it's too late? Tartaglia would easily catch up, but the longer you remain inert, the weightier your guilt grows.

You could still do something, can’t you?

You can still at least try, can’t you?

“[First]?” Your husband’s voice mixed in with drowsiness. “What are you doing up?”

The hand over your mouth doesn’t budge as much as you struggle and claw at it. It’s no use. Ji can’t see anything because his glasses are on the bedside table. He can’t run if he doesn’t know what is here, waiting to tear him apart into little pieces.

“My love? What’s wrong?”

Tartaglia answers before you can.

“I’m afraid your deadline has passed.”

This has to be a bad dream, so you close your eyes and wish that you would just wake up already. But you never do.

ii. “Your flames can either bring life and warmth or cause destruction.”

You woke up in the morning to a cold bed. You sit up and your neck naturally turns to your right, your tiredness keeping you from remembering Ji is dead. You somehow still wanted to check if Ji had already left for work, but he wasn’t there. There was a faint glimmer of hope as you kept denying that Ji hadn’t passed last night after all. But that glimmer was quickly followed by a crushing weight. The bed was cold, the spot where Ji usually lay being taken instead by a head of ginger hair and freckles, a strong arm holding your waist in place.

*~*~*~*

As the sun retreats into the Earth's embrace and the moon takes its place in the celestial stage, the fire dwindles to a mere glimmer of its former radiance. The flames flicker with feebleness, urging you to tend to its dwindling strength.

“Sigh… I’m traveling again today anyway. I don’t need this anymore.” You stand up and almost cry out in pain at your sprained ankle. You can hardly see Liyue Harbor from here. The only thing you can see almost clearly is the giant red gates, the lanterns so small they could be mistaken for little bits of dust or gliding flower petals. You’re thankful that you were not hurt back then and escaped before Tartaglia’s boat set sail for Snezhnaya. Now you can’t go back to Liyue until you are assured that Tartaglia has died. “Time to go.”

You start walking down the mountainside, being careful to not trip on a tree root or rock. You made that mistake before, and you surely do not want history repeating itself. Especially since your ankle just started healing, though it is not healed enough to not make you wince with every step you take. It still beats having it broken though, you suppose.

You would rather sleep, you would rather have someone here to help you through this. Before your eyelids can close again as you walk, you slap yourself. You have to pay attention, because if there are any Fatui skirmishers, mages, or agents here you have to notice them before it is too late for you. You are certain that Tartaglia gave them orders to look out for you. It is what you would have done if you were as obsessed as he was with someone you had never met before. Thankfully though your thread of fate differed from Childe’s, or at least you hoped so.

You have to keep going, it is what Ji would have wanted you to do if he was still alive.

It is what Ji would have wanted you to do. Your sword is dragged behind you, a light thunking sound audible every time it falls a bit at a small ledge. It has seen better days, that is for certain. Its edges are dull and its surface is chipped and stained. The wooden hilt is rotten and split, exposing the worn and tarnished metal beneath.

The sword is old, but there is still strength in the petals beneath all the rust and decay. Despite the more than obvious corrosion, it still manages to retain some of its original sharpness. Having any weapon is better than having none. You cannot just be here out in the wilderness by yourself like some rabbit waiting to be eaten. You have to continue to run and live. You have to, for Ji.

“Huh…?”

Just your luck. The mask the man wears is somewhat scorched and burned at the edges, likely from the fiery attacks the typical Fatui Pyro Agent wields in combat. The red mask’s surface has been ruined by heat and age, leaving it an almost brick color. Its shape is angular, giving it a harsh and intimidating appearance. Nothing is exposed, with even the nose and mouth covered by its metal.

You regret leaving that tacky tent in an instant. You raise your blade and point it at the agent, glaring. In response, the agent crosses his arms with a tch sound leaving the small holes of his mask. Would it be a bad idea to run? Is this agent fast enough to stop you? It’s another gamble, to put it simply.

*~*~*~*

The sound of the troupe of musicians’ instruments fills both you and Ji’s ears sweetly as you dance. The crackling of the fire of the outdoor cooking station provides a cozy atmosphere. You were both at peace surrounded by the warmth and comfort of the song playing and the love you shared.

A drizzle falls from the night sky, adding yet another accent to the harmony. Creating an almost hypnotic rhythm. Ji smiles at you with appreciation in his eyes. He pulls you close as you continue to dance to the melodic tunes playing in the background.

“I love you.”

*~*~*~*

But you take that chance and start running uphill, not being as careful as you were walking down. The agent chases after you as you gasp for air, your eyes going from looking at the top of the small mountain to looking at your feet to making sure you don’t trip and fall. But then you look behind you and see the agent reaching his hands out towards you, aiming to catch you before you can get very far. That is when your instinct kicks in, the rational part of your brain being replaced by pure emotion and impulse.

The agent attempts to sidestep out of the way but only manages to trip himself on a tree root as your rusty blade makes a clear and large bloody slash across his chest. He tumbles down the mountainside, his blood trailing behind him in a crimson stream. He grunts and you go back to running. Only when you are up on the top of the hill do you look down at what you have done

He lies struggling at the bottom of the mountainside. Your tunnel vision makes the world dark, leaving only one color left; the agent’s bright red blood staining the mountainside. He seems to have collapsed on a rocky part of it, his body losing the strength to stay upright. The wind blows at the crimson trails of blood, splattering them over the nearby rocks and foliage. He reaches out with a weak hand, reaching in vain for you, his voice nothing more than feeble gurgling and panting. The agent struggles to stay conscious, but the pain from the massive wound in his chest and the lack of oxygen causes him to slowly lose consciousness. He draws a final breath as he goes limp. The corpse bleeds out into the dirt and rocks, his blood mingling with the soil as he remains still and lifeless.

*~*~*~*

The soft glow of the candles illuminated the bedroom. Ji could see that you were fast asleep, your gentle breathing a testament to this. He leans in close and kisses your forehead, your eyebrows slightly contracting in your sleep, Ji feeling content and happy. A gentle breeze blows through the window, causing the curtains to flutter slightly. As he watches the candlelight dance and flicker, his mind is at ease and his heart is full of love for you. You feel safe and secure in your husband’s arms.

*~*~*~*

As soon as you are certain of his death, you step down from your perch and kneel next to the body.

Was it moral? The question hangs in the air like a noose or a guillotine’s blade as you stare down at him. Your act may have been necessary, but was it right? Is murder a justified response? Was there any chance for a peaceful resolution? What could have been?

Is this what Ji would have wanted? Would he be happy if he knew you had blood on your hands now?

iii. “As we dance, each step forward leads to another step back.”

You go to wash your hands in the body of water nearby.

You stand by the edge of the lake, looking down at your hands as you contemplate. Even though there is no physical evidence of blood on your palms, you can still feel the weight of what you have done. The water beckons you like a siren, drawing you in with the promise of being cleansed both physically and spiritually. You hesitate for a moment before dipping your hands into the water, letting the coldness refresh you. As you feel the water wash over your skin, you can’t help but wonder if the feeling of guilt will disappear with it.

“Not bad, not bad.” That is what Childe would say if he was here with you to witness what had just happened, your imagination producing a proudness in his tone that makes you almost vomit. “Seems you learned a bit from me. Cute.”

You have the urge to shield your ears from the harsh reality that the imaginary Tartaglia relished in revealing. However, you resist the temptation for now. The task at hand is to cleanse them, to rid them of impurity. They remain unwashed and unclean. Therefore, you clench your hands tightly, keeping them submerged in the water. There is a viscous sensation as if you had immersed them in a thick, sticky substance like honey or syrup.

Your imagination stops playing tricks on you for a moment, much to your paranoia and guilt’s utter joy. Perhaps a small mercy, or punishment as now you will be alone with your thoughts once more.

You hold your breath as you count the seconds of you scratching away at your hands. One, two, three, four… you eventually lose count, and by then a small portion of the lake is crimson. Your skin has been rubbed raw and you are bleeding, and when you become aware of this, the pain shoots up your arms and you scream.

“Come on, be proud of what you did.”

There is a chuckle that is akin to those that still haunt your nightmares.

At least you can’t see him, he is just a voice in your head. Though you assume that the real Tartaglia is still out there, waiting to strike. You just wish you could make it to Sumeru before then.

Would you ever be free?

“You did great, you know.”

You do not want Tartaglia’s praise, as false as it is at this moment. Even if he is just a figment, you would rather have no kindness at all, out of both self-hatred and hatred for him.

Would you still be free if you hadn’t killed that agent? You don’t think you would have, you don’t know what that agent would have done to you, if he was sent to catch you or if he was just doing his regular patrols of the area. You don’t know what his plans were. All you know is that he is dead and you are still free. Where whatever his plan had failed, your plan as quickly as it was made had succeeded. You contemplate deluding yourself into thinking that that agent was sent after you, that he did harbor ill-intent towards you and your freedom. 

But you can’t do it, so all you do is put your bloody hands to your face and sob. You taste something metallic in your mouth and it only makes you cry louder. Your tears become mixed with sanguine as they fall and paint your white dress with red dots. You stay in that position for a while after that, but the imaginary Childe’s voice does not leave you for another second.

There is never a peaceful moment, and you don’t know how long you cried for.

“Seriously, stop crying. It sort of ruins how good of a job you did.” After a few more moments of you still loudly weeping, you hear a sigh. “Come on. Don’t be a spoilsport.”

You sniffle into your cut palms.

“Just leave me alone.”

He does not listen to you, as he always does.

iv. “You have turned into the very thing that you vowed to annihilate.”

Screaming. Screaming that is so loud the Golden Finches in the trees all fly away. Screaming too loud, too maddening, to stop and it goes on for about a minute like an alarm. The source of the screaming is you, not that you tried to stop it, blinded by emotion.

The daylight makes you focus on your cut hands, your skin still stained with blood from the night before. The lake’s water has slightly brightened up, and the spot where you cut your hands is less red. 

But your trails sooner than later trail back to what caused your screaming.

Resting in the lush blades of grass beside you lies the source of your frantic cries. Nestled at its center, is a vibrant and tranquil sapphire gemstone adorned with gilded accents that trace the curves of a square. As it draws near to your being, a subtle glow emanates, casting a gentle illumination. A Hydro Vision.

“Aren’t you happy?”

You stare at it. You do not know whether to be happy or continue being miserable. You are deemed worthy and strong by the celestial realm, hence receiving a portion of their formidable might. The only problem is that you had just killed a man. You murdered someone, and you are being rewarded for it.

It is like Tartaglia is here with you, even though you cannot see him.

You know that if you had not killed that agent, you would not be gifted with this.

At least you can defend yourself for real now, even though your self-defense skills are next to none.

You hope this is a joke. There are fake Visions sold in some places, and perhaps it was dropped here by mistake. Maybe a child simply lost theirs. But you know that is not true. There is nothing here but you, this Vision, and your rusty sword. There is nothing else for you, no child coming and snatching up the Vision and running back to wherever they came from.

So you pick it up, and it is slightly cold with little droplets of water on its glowing surface. 

It emits a gentle hum and you can feel its power coursing through your veins. Hydro Visions are said to be a manifestation of the Hydro Archon’s will, a symbol of her sense of justice and benevolence. 

You would laugh if your voice box did not feel like it had just been clawed out of you.

You would laugh if you thought it was funny. But it is not funny, because now you will have to carry this reminder; this permanent keepsake of the man you have killed. It is not funny, but you know Childe would think it was if he ever found out about this.

You cannot escape this because there is no escape. You killed a man and his corpse is there on the bottom of the hill, rotting away, his eyes probably wide and glassy and unblinking. Flies and maggots will soon make him their new home and drill their way into his flesh as he rots, buzzing sounds soon replacing whatever gurgling ones the agent made before he went motionless.

You do not deserve any mercy, because at the end of the day are you really that different from Tartaglia? You both kill those around you to get what you want, the only difference being you killed that man in self-defense, or at least you hope that is what it counts as. You don’t know if you and him are the same. You are no saint. Childe is a sinner. You are a disgrace. Childe is no luminary. 

Or maybe he is. Because of him, you murdered someone. 

Either way, that agent had someone, someone out there who at least was acquaintances with him. Maybe he had a partner, a spouse, a friend, someone back in Snezhnaya waiting for him to return. Now all that they are getting is a body in a bag and maybe some cold condolences if they are lucky enough. 

Your hands still hurt as you hold out one of them and a small fountain of water spouts from your palm. You ball up your fist and close your eyes, making the Hydro power stop. Maybe the heavens know that you and Childe are the same, and that is why they gifted you the same Vision he wields. Whether the Vision of choice was intentional or not though, you know you will never be able to find out, because you are just a human. The divine does not interfere with mortals, after all.

You do not feel good, but you don’t feel bad either, a nauseating mix of both you think. You’re stronger now. You’re more worthy of hell than heaven.

What awaits after you die? What happens when both you and Childe die? If you got into heaven, would Tartaglia tear through the very gates of heaven to get to you? What would happen then? Or if you go to hell, would Tartaglia be able to find you?

If you burn in hell, would the only thing you hear be your thoughts?

You would be alone then. Though you know you are just as alone right now. You are lost in your thoughts, and maybe that is what hell is because you cannot stop them.

You are hungry. The satchel you stole from a Millelith guard ran out of food and water yesterday, and there do not seem to be any apples or sunsettias nearby. You feel so empty.

You think about what caused all of this to happen. You are certain that if Childe had not butted his head into your life if Ji had paid off his debts, if something else had happened, if anything else had happened, if everything else had happened, you would not have killed someone. Hopefully, probably.

You are a murderer.

You hold the title of a killer, yet there may still be a chance to redeem your soul through positive actions. If you dedicate yourself to intense preparation, you could potentially return to Northland Bank and swiftly eliminate Childe. Your motive is driven by the desire to pay Childe back for Ji and all the other lives he has destroyed. You want payback for yourself too. Seeking retribution for yourself is not an act of selfishness but rather a justified response in your opinion. 

A deep longing for revenge quickly blossoms within, causing your heart to race as an ecstatic smile graces your face. The tantalizing allure of revenge consumes your every thought, compelling you to go to any lengths to savor its sweetness. Your unwavering pursuit of justice echoes relentlessly, echoing the call for retribution. Justice, justice, justice, Revenge, revenge, revenge. Guilty, guilty, guilty.

Victory, victory, victory.

You are going to enjoy his suffering, his pain. You are going to enjoy his screams. You are going to enjoy his cruel death, the torture you are going to put him through. You lust after such a moment like a bite from the sweetest, juiciest fruit in all the land. Apples. Peaches, maybe.

Your soul will feast well that day. You will eat and eat until you are the very definition of gluttony itself. Even if you end up a demon, you will be happy that Tartaglia finally got his due.

You cannot wait.

It is not too late for you, for forgiveness, for another chance. It is not too late to salvage at least part of you. 

You laugh then, and it is croaky and hoarse from how loudly you screamed before, but you don’t care. Yes. Yes. Yes. You ignore how much your throat hurts, how much your hands hurt and your ankle hurts. It does not matter.

A sudden clapping sound, slow but clear. You don’t know whether or not you are imagining it, if you are going crazy or not. You are not mishearing things either way. 

Footsteps, cracking branches, and stepping on roots and blades of grass.

Clap.

Clap.

Clap.

A chuckle.

“Good job.”

v. “Happiness can only be found in surrender.”

[disneyanddisneyships]

Malaponi

The thing is that for this song it can go two ways. SO.

Mal as Elsa, aponi as Anna:

"Mal?!"

Mal turned around at the sound of her best friends voice echoing in her ears.

Lilly?

"Who's asking?" Mal stated, not trusting that her best friend would be in hell of all places.

"What're you doing here?" Lilly asked.

Oh god... it WAS lilly... Mal could recognize that smile anywhere.

"Me?! What the hell are YOU doing here?!" Mal all but yelled as she looked at her best friend's demon form, attempting to figure out what she was based on.

"Well uh.. suicide can do that to a person," Lilly joked. "I can't believe you're here!" She exclaimed as she moved to hug her friend.

Mal stepped back...

Oh god... it was my fault that she died wasn't it?

Standing frozen in this life I've chosen Please, don't find me, the past is all behind me Leave me in the snow, let me go

Mal stood frozen in place.

"Mal, wha-"

"Please go away..... I'm bad for you.... just let me go...." Mal muttered before hugging herself with her arms, beginning to walk away.

No, Elsa, wait, don't go! I'm just trying to protect you! You don't have to protect me! I'm not afraid! What do you want, Anna?

"What?! No!" Lilly scolded, grabbing Mal's arm gently, turning Mal towards her.

"I'm trying to protect you!" Mal replied, pulling her arm out of Lilly's grasp.

"Protect me? From what? Im not afraid!" Lilly stated.

"What do you want from me, Lilly?" Mal asked, a bit more harsh than she would've liked.

This. Just you and I talking and chatting and taking up space And you, you look so at peace, which I did not predict after what all took place I'm so sorry, I didn't know, I couldn't see I knew you were hiding, but selfishly thought you were hiding from me That's why I've come all this way: to look in your eyes and say I can't lose you, not again I can't lose you like then If you could see yourself the way I do Then you'd see why I can't lose you

"I just.. want THIS.... you and I talking... being best friends Luke we used to be.... you seem at peace here.... I'm happy about that..... I didn't expect you would be after you ran away but.. you seem happy...." Lilly spoke.

Mal stayed silent, not meeting Lilly's eyes.

"Im... I'm sorry I didn't try harder.... when you told me to leave you alone.. I selfishly thought it was personal... and I'm sorry.... but... I... I can't lose you... not again.... I can't lose you like I lost you then," Lilly stated.

Mal looked up at her, tears evident in her eyes.

"I wish you could see yourself the way I do.... maybe you'd figure out why I can't lose you," Lilly finished.

Silence from Mal.

Lilly sighed and nodded, her smile fading before she began to walk away.

Wait! I'm happy you came but it's not safe to stay here and talk Don't get close! This is all so brand new, let me first learn to crawl before I try to walk I'm at home here, out in the cold, up in the air But it all turns to chaos near people I love and, with how much I care, Please, don't remind me to feel, believe me, the danger is real

Mal grabbed Lilly's hand.

"I'm happy you're here.... but it's not safe for you to stay.... we haven't done rhis in a while just... let me crawl before i can walk," Mal replied.

Lilly stayed silent, listening.

"I feel like im home... but everything turns to chaos when I'm around the people I love..... I'm bad luck.. if you're around me, you're in danger," Mal explained.

I can't lose you, not again I can't lose you like then You don't know the things that I can do Keep your distance, 'cause I can't lose you

"I can't lose you either.... not again.... but you don't know what's happen.... you need to keep your distance because I cannot lose you like I lost you back then," Mal explained, remembering when she had seen the news about Lilly's suicide.

You have to listen, I've come here to tell you That everything's different now that I understand I know you mean well, but the air's getting colder Just leave me alone, let me get this in hand But I'm here for you, we can fix this together For once try to trust me, I'm begging you now Don't you see I'm the storm and you make it worse? I would fix it, but I don't know how

"You have to listen to me, lilly-"

"Everything's different now! I understand!" Lilly interrupted.

"I get that you mean well. But things are gonna get bad real fast. Just leave me alone... let me figure stuff out," Mal stated.

"Mal, I'm here for you! We can fix this together. For once just listen to me! I'll beg you if i have to!" Lilly argued.

"You just make things worse! I can't control my emotions when you're here! It's going to get you hurt!" Mal scolded.

Lilly stared at mal, somewhat angrily.

Anna & Elsa: I can't lose you, try to see Anna: Why can't you turn to me? Elsa: I'm trying to tell you that Anna & Elsa: I can't lose you like before Elsa: As much as I wish, I can't open that door Anna: Why can't you open that door? Anna & Elsa: If you loved yourself the way I do Then you'd see why I can't lose you

"I cant lose you!" Lilly yelled. "Try to see! Why don't you feel like you can turn to me?!" She asked, desperately.

"I'm trying to tell you that I xant lose you like before! I xant be the one to reopen that door!" Mal yelled back.

"If you knew how much you meant to me you'd see why i can't lose you!" Lilly shouted back.

Mal sighed before wlaking away without another word, leaving Lilly there alone, tears streaming down her face.

Aponi as Elsa, Mal as Anna:

Aponi walked backstage after her performance, tugging at the collar Valentino had made her wear while she danced.

As aponi took off her makeup, she heard a knock on the door.

"Come in!" She called out, expecting Angel dust to waltz through the door.

But instead she was met with a voice she never thought she'd hear again. Especially not after her suicide.

"Lilly?"

Aponi turned around quickly.

"Mal," she deadpanned, the shock eminent on her face.

Standing frozen in this life I've chosen Please, don't find me, the past is all behind me Leave me in the snow, let me go

Aponi stood there like a deer in headlights, not making a move.

Then she remembered the Val's threat that one day when she had disobeyed him.

"I'll rip out the hearts of anyone you love, little butterfly,"

"You have to leave....." Aponi stated as she turned her back on Mal.

No, Elsa, wait, don't go! I'm just trying to protect you! You don't have to protect me! I'm not afraid! What do you want, Anna?

"What? No! I haven't seen you in years! If you hate me, just say so!" Mal fought back.

"I'm trying to protect you," Aponi muttered.

"You? Protect me? You have NO idea what my life was like Lilly," Mal stated.

Aponi sighed. "What do you want?" She asked, bitterly.

This. Just you and I talking and chatting and taking up space And you, you look so at peace, which I did not predict after what all took place I'm so sorry, I didn't know, I couldn't see I knew you were hiding, but selfishly thought you were hiding from me That's why I've come all this way: to look in your eyes and say I can't lose you, not again I can't lose you like then If you could see yourself the way I do Then you'd see why I can't lose you

"What do I want?! This! I missed you! I saw your performance! You looked more at peace than you ever have! And..... I wouldn't expect that... down here of all places.... especially after I saw what happened on the news...." Mal explained. "I'm sorry..... I thought you would've hated me after I snapped at you.... I didn't know that you..... I didn't know that he was...." Mal trailed off.

Mal looked down in shame, remembering the day she found out Lilly had killed herself.

".... I can't lose you.... not again..... I can't lose you like then," she whispered, a tear rolling down her cheek.

Wait! I'm happy you came but it's not safe to stay here and talk Don't get close! This is all so brand new, let me first learn to crawl before I try to walk I'm at home here, out in the cold, up in the air But it all turns to chaos near people I love and, with how much I care, Please, don't remind me to feel, believe me, the danger is real

"I'm happy you came.... I'm happy you're here, I really am... but its....." Lilly looked around the room at the cameras. "Its not safe here for you right now...." she muttered.

Mal took a step towards her, only to be met with Lilly taking a step back.

"Dont get close...... its... I'm not comfortable with touching just yet," she lied. "I feel at home here.... but shut is gonna hit the fan if I give in to this...." she stated, hiding the way her hands were shaking.

I can't lose you, not again I can't lose you like then You don't know the things that I can do Keep your distance, 'cause I can't lose you

"I can't lose you either.... not like back then.... so please.... get away from me.... I can't lose you...." Lilly whispered, a flood of tears rolling down her face as she pushed away her best friend. Her everything.

You have to listen, I've come here to tell you That everything's different now that I understand I know you mean well, but the air's getting colder Just leave me alone, let me get this in hand But I'm here for you, we can fix this together For once try to trust me, I'm begging you now Don't you see I'm the storm and you make it worse? I would fix it, but I don't know how

"No no! I get it now! I understand!" Mal stated with a hopeful smile.

"You mean well, and I get it. But please just leave me alone...." Aponi muttered, turningher back on mal again and taking off the rest of her now smudged makeup.

"Lilly, I'm here for you! We can fix everything between us! Please trust me!" Mal smiled as she held out her hand to Aponi.

"Mal you're gonna make everything worse... I can't fix this," Aponi argued with a tired breath.

Anna & Elsa: I can't lose you, try to see Anna: Why can't you turn to me? Elsa: I'm trying to tell you that Anna & Elsa: I can't lose you like before Elsa: As much as I wish, I can't open that door Anna: Why can't you open that door? Anna & Elsa: If you loved yourself the way I do Then you'd see why I can't lose you

"I cant lose you! Why won't you turn to me!?" Mal asked, helplessly.

"I'm trying to protect you! I can't lose enough like before! Please leave.. close the door," Aponi pleaded.

"If you would just listen to me! Just see yourself the way I see you!" Mal stated as she placed her hand over Lilly's.

"Get out, Mallory,"

Mal's eyes widened and she took her hand back.

Aponi gently pushed Mal out of her dressing room, closing the door and locking it before sliding down to the ground, crying.

She had to say it.... it was the only way to get Mal out of the room....

She had to say it.

[meowsgirldrawing]

Obey Me Next Generation Idea(aka-My au)

What about poly Au with the bros? I assume with demon culture, MC having kids and the bros all being the dad wouldn't be too surprising as I think monogamous relationships are seen just the same as polyamorous. Like neither really matter honestly in a "oh this is a big deal/drama!" Sense.

Plus its the 7 lords, they can do whatever the fuck they want

I know MC is mostly human but I think having kids is still possible as they got magic plus their pacts with the bros might make them stronger. Plus, historically, woman have been able to have multiple pregnancies, like more than 4 at least, so still- not impossible.

Just let me have my next gen shenanigans

ONTO THE KIDS PLEASE AND THANK YOU

Varya (1st Born) (she/her)-25

Daughter of Mammon

Is more demon than human, possibly the most demon out of the kids.

Holds a very smiley but deadly aura around her.

Seems the opposite of Mammon in behavior but you can tell by her subtle acts towards her family, shes his kid alright.

Is the type of person to shake a person's hand but hold a knife in the other.

"Looks like a cinnamon roll, can kill you"

Lights up at the mentions of crocheting, dogs, and weird but oddly alluring creatures around Devildom.

She does have a small habit of gambling when out with Mammon, but is actually able to keep her wins because no one expects it through her gold-winning smile.

Mess with her family and its on sight.

Lilith the 2nd (3rd born-1st triplet) (she/her)-21

I headcannon Lucifer to at least be the only one to name their daughter after their sister. Not to replace, never, but to honor her.

Is in a strange middle between Half demon-mostly demon

Sweetheart by default

That big sister you can always talk to and she wont judge.

Will make passive agressive remarks when peeved off.

Definitely denies acting like Lucifer yet can do the stance-arms crossed and glare- exactly like him.

Even does the whole hand chest like him too. Shocked look and all.

Calls all the brothers papa but Lucifer father, not as a distance way but thats just how she's always been.

Theatre kid- almost always lead.

Anna from Frozen vibes at times.

Hopeless romantic too.

Basically Lucifer if he actually showed more emotions.

Daddy's girl 100%

May or may not be in a secret relationship with Diavolo's heir👀

Rhomb(2nd Born) (he/him)-23

Son of Leviathan

Named after the Loch ness Monster

A nice balance between human and demon

But has "mutations" that make him have scaly patches on his body, his tail out almost 24/7, and bad eyesight.

Stern attitude most of the time.

Big bro protector

Tallest of all the kids

Softer on the younger kids but will smack a bitch if they act up.

Cant play video games much cause eyes so turns to more physical games that include puzzles.

Likes games with strategy to follow like War tanks, or chess. Is the type to make a DnD game the best cause he makes amazing stories too despite not reading much.

Likes mystery shows too and tries to figure it out before the answer is revealed, could go on rants about why. Gets it right 11/10 times.

If Leviathan wasnt his biological dad, people would believe he was Satan's kid.

Doesnt like cats tho.

Quinn (4th Born- 2nd Triplet) (He/they/doesnt care) (21)

Asmo just thought Quinn was a pretty name so picked it lol.

Also a nice balance between human/demon. Tho his wings stay out constantly.

Very much vibes from that yellow bird in Rio.

Laid back personality but is an outgoing dude.

Also very protective of their siblings, and will not hesitate to cut a bitch.

Isnt as flamboyant as Asmo but does have a just as great fashion sense.

Has a hard time dating as people automatically assume hes just like Asmo so will try to date him for that reason only.

Love his dad but hates the reputation he gets because of being said son.

So he resorts to just sticking to his siblings or the few friends he trusts.

Besides MC, is the second most popular face to pop up on Asmo's Devilgram

Fucking adores axolotls for no particular reason, just loves them to no end which Asmo makes sure to get many axolotl themed plushes, shirts, etc. for him.

Libbey(Liberty) (5th Born- 3rd triplet)(she/her)-21

Another balance between human/demon, maybe a tad more on the demon side.

Tho, also has "mutations" like very enhanced hearing.

Bookworm to the max

Loves reading dramas and fantasies, but seems to enjoy multiseries more than stand alone.

Very quiet and shy kid of the group.

Sometimes cant even talk so signs instead because earaches or headaches.

Likes cats but perfers reptiles more.

Has a small turtle in her room from the human realm, set it up beside her bed and everything. Their name is Casey after one of her favorite human novels she read.

But despite all this, isnt called the daughter of wrath just for nothing beside biology reasons.

Is like Satan 2.0 when pissed, she wont yell or scream but you can just tell from the drop of room temperature and the subtle tilt of her head.

Her eyes glow an electric green when shes pissed.

Had more anger issues when younger, but cause Satan knew how to handle his better now, taught her how to aswell.

Satan is probably the main one to understand her issues with such a problem, despite being more mellowed out now that shes older.

Is definitely a cryer when really angry tho.

Ryder(6th Born) (1st twin)- 19

Ngl, everyone was surprised that they had twins. Including Belphie himself.

But then again, they did have triplets before them so....eh?

Ryder is a tad more human than demon, but still powerful enough to have his own demon form like his older siblings.

His tail is seen smaller than Belphie's, and a bit thinner too.

The sloth genes affact him only so much, making him more likely just want to procrastinate then outright not do anything.

He honestly enjoys the human world more than Devildom, mainly cause everything is less..hectic per say.

Hes the type of brother/older friend that will cover for ya if you have to hide something but will subtly suggest how to fix whatever their doing.

Like one time Quinn came home slightly tipsy and past curfew, and he snuck them into his room. Though he scolded them in the morning, he covered for Quinn at breakfast, saying they ate too much sugar last night, thats why hes queasy and has a headache.

Quinn did fix that habit up quick after Ryder threatened to leave him on his own next time it happened.

Calls everyone bro or dude, no matter their gender.

Gen z vibes too in most areas.

Has a fixation with cow bells for some reason, likes the noise is all he can say.

If he were told what Belphie did to their mom/human parent way before they were born, he says "Cowabummer" while screaming inside.

River(7th born-2nd twin)(they/them)-19

How is this Belphie's kid?

Too hyper, tad crazy

Probably has ADHD, who knows.

While Ryder is the slightly responsible twin, their the reason why Ryder needs to be said twin.

Their just about the same range of human/demon as Ryder, can have a demon form, but only uses it to fuck with people than to actually be scary with it.

They may have alot of power, but their personality alone can kill people.

Is the type of kid to crawl on the ceiling when they were 2.

Is also the type to hop outta window to get to the lower floor faster. Thank Belphie for their demon powers otherwise we'd have another Lillith situation.

Has scared even Lucifer at one point, has made him yelp out of surprise. Will not go on how, no matter how much Papa Satan and Belphie ask them. Just has a toothy grin when they ask.

When calm, is actually a pretty chill dude. They like odd patterns and get fixated on the most random things.

MC gave them one of those sand timers that you flip to restart and when she came down to tell them food was done about 2 hours later, she found them sitting on the table, holding it while watching the sand go down. They use it now to relax and focus on when overstimultated or just having too much of a fuzzy head.

Has spent nearly a how week with Leviathan because they got hooked on one anime with him. Now has frequent solo movie nights with him cause.

"They're tad confused, but got the spirit"

Literally had to have someone (Rhomb) explain to them what the LGBTQ+ letters meant. Legit thought it was just new alphabet pattern, was still happy to find out what it all means.

If you told them what Belphie did to their mom before they were born, they'd think it as a joke. Dont tell them otherwise or they will cry.

Frankie(8th Born)(She/her)-16

Everyone thought that she would be the biggest child when MC was pregnant with her, since y'know, it was confirmed Beel's kid.

Yeah, she came out small. Like scary small for a baby.

It was then everyone knew she would be the most human. Has a little demon in her, but clearly not enough to have a demon form nor mark.

Lucifer's wallet cried in relief.

She does eat a good bit more than the average human but overall, nothing compared to Beel.

She does adore sweets to the max, especially gummies. Give her some and she'll love you forever.

Sweetest little sunshine in the world, everyone adores her. If they dont, then they will soon.

Shes like Mirabel in encanto, kinda wishes she had more demon powers but is still overall happy with who she is.

When her a Beel are with each other- OH MY DIAVOLO, THE CAVITIES PEOPLE GET- TOO DAMN SWEET AND PURE

Like big papa Beel and his sweet little girl all smiley and pure. Best father-daughter relationship out of all the siblings and fathers.

Shes kinda like pinkie pie from MLP but like more hyper as fuck. Can and will speak so fast when excited that it just comes out as squeaks at that point.

Since her more human side, shes more likely to stay in human world when their mom is on Buisness there, so she has alot of human friends.

Shes in gymnastics, which definitely helps keep her figure more smaller despite all the sweets she eats. Does work out with Beel too.

Mess with her and you have a whole army on yer ass.

"Bounce to the beat of my own drum!"

You can just tell how much I love this dear. HA

[sivyera]

cinnamon girl

frozen 2 elsa x fem!northuldra!reader

༺☆༻

"We are called Northuldra, we're the people of the sun." You heard Yelena say as you watched your people welcome the Queen and princess of Arendelle with opened arms after they found out that their mother was on of us.

You watched the whole interaction from afar, you didn't want to participate. You were still suspicious of them, the fact that their mother was one of us didn't change the fact that people from Arendelle once attacked you.

You rolled your eyes on this whole situation and went back to your teepee without noticing that the Queen of Arendelle saw you.

It was already dark when you were sitting next to your campfire near your teepee in the village. You had your baby reindeer's head placed on your thighs while you were stroking it's head.

You heard the kids laughing with the snowman that arrived with them and you had to admit that he was kinda funny. As you were stroking your baby reindeers head you heard someone clear their throat. You looked up and saw the Queen of Arendelle herself.

"May I?" She asked politely and point at the space that was next to you as if she wanted to sit down next to you.

You slowly nod your head and she sat down. That caught the ears of your baby reindeer who stood up and started sniffing her hand. She offered you a warm smile but your face remain stoic.

"Do you need something?" You asked her calmly as you were stroking your baby reindeers fur. She raised her eyebrow and giggled awkwardly before speaking again.

"I noticed that you were far from others when we came, why is that?"

Now that was your turn to raise an eyebrow. You simply shrugged your shoulders and continued stroking you baby reindeer. "It's simple, I don't trust you." You answered calmly to her question without looking at her.

That caught her a little of guard, because she thought that the Northuldra people are in peace with her, clearly you weren't. It made her confused and once again her curiosity got the best of her.

"Why don't you trust me?" She asked curiously as she tilted her head a bit to one side. You looked up at her with raised eyebrow, was she serious? It was obvious why.

"Your people betrayed us, attacked us, that's why." You said in a harsh tone yet still you remained calm. Elsa took a deep breath, she could have known that you're gonna say that. She still didn't knew the whole true but she understood you.

"Look, I apologize for any mistakes that people of Arendelle ever did, but I don't know the whole truth yet, like why is this voice calling me." Elsa said in a calm voice and gave you once again a warm smile at the end. You looked into her eyes for any signs of a lie but there was none. She was genuine.

You felt a bit sorry for her, you could see that she was desperate to find the truth she needed or the voice that was calling her. You also felt bad that you were judging her before knowing this.

"A voice?" You asked. You were also hearing some voice or sound but you thought it was the forest speaking or the wing singing, so you wasn't paying much attention to it.

"Yes, a voice! It's like singing or calling me, I-I think I'm going crazy." She laughed. Elsa was a bit nervous about telling you about the voice, it may sound really crazy to someone and she didn't wanna be judged or mocked.

"That's strange." You said as you looked up at the night sky. Sometimes you could find the answer in the stars but know it was pure chaos.

Elsa nodded slowly and looked down at her hand that was buried in your baby reindeers fur. "You are a strong and a smart woman, I know you will figure it out." You said calmly as you return your eyes back on her.

Elsa was shocked. This, this was all she needed. Words of appreciation. She loves Anna and she appreciates her help but Elsa needed to figure it out herself, not with Anna behind her all the time, putting herself in danger.

She needed to know that she can do this. She needed some credit and you gave it to her, which warmed her heart. She couldn't help but smile at you with a small blush covering her cheeks.

"Thank you, I needed this." She answered with the same wide smile and blush on her cheeks.

You return the smile and nod your head. She actually wasn't that bad and you now really hoped that she will find out the truth she seeks.

It was getting darker by each minute so you decided to go back to your teepee. As you and her stood up from the ground you said goodbye and good night to each other.

Few minutes after she turned and started walking to her borrowed teepee, you stopped her by stepping in front of her. Before Elsa could ask what you needed you kissed her cheek. Then you smile, wished her good night one more time and went to your teepee.

Elsa froze at the place for few more seconds before her face became red as a tomato. Her fingers touched the place on her cheek where you kissed her as her smile got wider.

She promised herself that after she finds out the truth, she will come back to you and take you on a proper date.

[vodika-vibes]

Hiiiii, it's me again~ I'm back with request #4!

This time, we're going with Jesse, with a ruby, and at midnight 😏 So scandalous. Take it anywhere but to the smut realm. I can't wait to see what you do with this one! 😘

Please and thank you 💚💚💚

@the-bad-batch-baroness

Under The Moonlight

Summary: The date was supposed to end when he dropped you off at your apartment, but here you are, several hours later, and he still hasn’t left. Your mother would be scandalized. But so long as he keeps kissing you like this, you couldn’t care less.

Pairing: ARC Trooper Jesse x F!Reader

Word Count: 511

Prompt: Ruby - Passionate Love

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: I still feel like trash, but I had an idea so I wanted to get this out today. Also, the only thought in my head when I was writing this was that scene from Frozen where Else was telling Anna that she "can't marry a man she just met", lol.

“I should,” Jesse’s lips pull away from yours for just a moment, allowing him to speak, “probably leave.”

You hum in agreement, as you close the short distance between your lips to catch his with yours again. Jesse’s hand, already settled comfortably at the back of your neck, slides up to fist in your hair, effortlessly taking control of the kiss. 

Earlier tonight, your best friend ditched you to go and hang out with her boyfriend. And Jesse’s brothers ditched him to dance. So the pair of you decided to be alone together. 

A night of dancing at the club, turned into caf at a local cafe, which turned into him walking you home. Which turned into sharing some cake and even more caf on your balcony, which turned into this.

You perched on his lap, your hands cupping his face, his arm solid and steady around your waist, and his hand fisted in your hair. While he does his best to steal the breath from your very lungs.

It’s okay though, you’re trying to do the same.

“I mean it, beautiful,” Jesse mumbles, “My brother will have my head if I don’t report to the barracks-”

Your fingers, soft and light, trace the republic cog on his face, “I’m not stopping you.” You whisper to him. 

Jesse’s dark eyes scan your face, and then drop to your lips. He releases a sigh, soft and heavy, “Rex is going to kill me.” He mumbles, more to himself than you, and then he tugs you back in, catching your lips with his own, “Why’d you have to be so kissable?” He breathes against your lips.

“To tempt you and you alone,” You mumble.

“Kriff, I’m a lucky man.”

A soft whine leaves your throat as he nips your already swollen lower lip and then soothes the spot with his tongue. You could get used to this, if he’s interested. 

“You could call your brother, if you want?” You offer, when he breaks the kiss to catch his breath.

Jesse chuckles, “If I told him that I was not returning to the barracks because I have a stunning woman on my lap and I can’t stop kissing her, he’d march his happy ass here and beat the tar out of me right here.”

You laughs breathlessly, “I’ll protect you.”

“Mm, my own personal heroine.” Jesse murmurs, there’s something adoring in his voice, “Maker, but you’re stunning under the moonlight.” His fingers trail against your cheek, “You must be resplendent in the sunlight.”

Your face heats at his compliment, “Would you like to stay and find out?”

A slow grin crosses his face, “Cyare, where would I sleep?” He murmurs as he brings you in so that your lips are hovering just over his.

“Well, my bed is big enough for two-”

“Sold.” And then his lips are against yours again.

Your mother would be scandalized that you’re inviting a man you just met into your bed, but you can’t seem to bring yourself to care. Especially if he keeps kissing you like this.

[darlingsfandom]

dd/lg relationship with lenny miller?? 😍

Bless you ✨

The sun was rising high into the kitchen as you sat the dinning table poking at your plate.

"What's the matter Doll?" Lenny sipped on his coffee while flipping the paper before he looked over at you. A soft sigh left your lips. You held your head up and pushed the plate away from you. Lenny raised his eyebrow at you as pouted your bottom lip. He put his paper down on the table as folded his hands before he got up and walked over to you. He stood over you as he pulled out your chair. You stood up slowly as he ran his finger tips over your cheeks.

"Come on darling, you can tell daddy." He gave you a soft smile before you just sighed again. Lenny was use to seeing you happy and spoiled. He loved spoiling you because you had the prettiest smile and always gave him the sweetest kisses that they were almost tooth rooting.

"You..." is all you got out before a tear dared to fall from your eyes.

"I... what baby?"

"You've been gone too long and now you have that blonde girl here and there! She's prettier and smarter ..." Lenny kissed you hard to cut you off. His hands cupped your face before pulling away too look at you lovingly.

"I will not stand for that! You will not stand here and degrade yourself like that in front of me. You know that you're my baby! Anna has nothing on you. She's just someone in CIA care. You my beautiful baby, are smart, kind, caring... I mean look at that charity event you hosted last month! Only you could do that! Are you really that worried that I'd leave you for her? That's so silly of you baby. I'd never leave you." Lenny stroked your hair softly as you sniffled. He wrapped his arms around you tightly before giving another kiss. The kiss turned heated as his hands found their way under your babydoll nightgown that Lenny bought you last week.

Your knees felt week as your lips trailed from his down his neck and made sure to suck a bruise into the side of it. Lenny gripped your ass before pulling down your pink cotton panties and stuffed them into his pocket. Both of you looked at each other full of love and passion as he set you on the edge of the kitchen table, spread your legs and bit his lip while running his thumb over your clit.

"Who's my good girl?" Lenny asked as he rubbed your clit faster .

"Me! I'm your good girl daddy!" You yelled out as he slid a finger inside of you while still thumbing your clit. Your hips started bucking forward. "Daddy, I need you inside of me! Please! Use me! Breed me! Please!"

"Breed you hmm?" He raised his eyebrow before pulling away his fingers and thumb. "Is that what you need hmm? For me to get you pregnant ? Or do you just want me to fill you up with my cum??"

"Both daddy! Please ! I'd look so cute stuffed with your cum!" Lenny pushed you back on the table as he undid his pants. You whined at the sight of how hard his cock was. "Next time baby! Right now I just need to fuck you so you remember that YOU'RE my baby!" Lenny lined himself up and slowly pushed into you. He waited a few seconds before thrusting into you slowly. Your hands wrapped around his tie so you could pull him in by it and kiss him hard which made him crazy. Lenny squeezed your hips making sure to dig his finger prints into you as he fucked you hard. Your whines echoed off the walls just in time for Anna to walk in on you two.

"Lenny are you... OH MY GOD!" Anna stood there frozen as Lenny was balls deep inside of you. You gave her one of those satisfied looks but mixed with a bit of "it looks could kill" .

"Not now Anna! I'm busy fucking a baby into my pretty baby!" Lenny grunted loudly while you clung onto his shoulders. Anna quickly walked right back out as Lenny looked into your eyes. "I told you baby! You're ! MY! GIRL!" Lenny groaned as you felt him cum deep inside of you. Your own orgasm chased after his as you creamed on his cock. He pulled you close and kissed you hard.

"Don't you ever forget that you're my girl and if you EVER compare yourself to another woman again... you will be punished! Got it?" He cocked his eyebrow at you while pulling out slowly to look at the cream ring on his cock. He used your panties to clean himself off before putting them back in his pocket.

"I love you daddy!" You smiled brightly at him as he kissed your head gently. "Now be a good girl while I'm gone today and if you're good I'll buy you a new toy when I get back."

[thewanderersminuet]

I think that I could live without lungs (but I've grown tired of iron)

Rating: T

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Relationship: Toxigriffe

Tags: Paris Special, Feelings Realization, reverse crush, rated T for some mild language

Summary:

Toxinelle was having a very bad day.

Thank you so much to @wackus-bonkus-maximus for betaing for me! Title is from Burn and Fade by Anna Nalick

Read on AO3

Toxinelle was having a very bad day. 

First, it was school. As always, Chloe just wouldn't leave her alone. Today, she got a hold of Marinette’s sketchbook and loudly criticized every design. Marinette tried to take it back, but all she got was a detention and a ripped sketchbook.

Then she had to go out and listen to her new partner make the most obnoxious jokes. She wasn't sure which was worse, the puns or all the times he proclaimed how awesome he was. 

It was definitely the time he called himself pawesome. 

The cherry on top of this whole day had to be their most recent scuffle with Hesperia. Which they lost. 

Badly.

Her shoulder throbbed. She had been too busy arguing with Griffe Noire over her Lucky Charm to see the hit coming her way. Even Griffe winced at the sound her shoulder made when it hit the pavement. 

She dropped into an alleyway and slumped against the wall. The bricks against her back were hard. The sky above her grew dark and dreary, and the alley was completely deserted. 

It was the perfect place to let out some frustrated tears. 

She hugged her knees to her chest. She had no idea why the Supreme chose her. She wasn't cut out for this.

“Ah, there you are.” An irritatingly familiar voice interrupted her wallowing.

Toxinelle jumped up with a glare. Griffe, as always, was unfazed by her expression. He looked down to rummage through the grocery bag he’d brought. Pulling a bag of frozen peas out, he extended it towards her.

“Here.”

“What's this?” She eyed it as if it was a bomb. It might very well be; she wouldn't put it past him.

Griffe rolled his eyes. “I'm trying to help. That fall looked nasty.” 

“Why would you be trying to help me?” She turned her suspicious glare to him instead. 

“I'm a supervillain, not an asshole. Do you want it or not?” 

Hesitantly, Toxinelle reached out to take the peas. She turned away from him as she pressed the bag to her shoulder, letting the cold soothe the muscles.

“Thank you,” she mumbled. 

Griffe just hummed and took a seat against the wall. 

“I swiped some snacks from the corner store, want any?” He pulled a snack cake out of the grocery bag before holding it up to her. 

Toxinelle was flabbergasted. She could count on one hand the amount of times Griffe and her had met up, and not one of those meetings was… pleasant. They weren't friends, they were being forced to work together. 

So why was he trying to hang out with her? 

“It's going to rain,” she said. 

Griffe looked up at the sky just at the right moment for a large raindrop to hit him right between his eyes. Between the utterly undignified yelp he let out, and the look of pure bewilderment on his face, Toxinelle couldn't help herself. 

She laughed. 

For a moment, Toxinelle felt more relaxed than she had in a long time. Griffe grumbled but she could see the corners of his lips threatening to curl up into a smile. He held the bag back out to her. 

“Take this for a minute.” 

She took the bag and sat down next to him. Griffe pulled his baton off his back and pressed a button. To her surprise an umbrella popped out the end. 

“Ta-dah!” He grinned as he set it between them, making them a small shelter from the rain. 

“Show off,” she scoffed, but couldn't bring herself to keep the smile off her face. 

She knew exactly what she wanted as soon as she opened the bag and found her favorite candy bar. Still, she took her time pretending to make a decision. The longer she seemed focused on something else the longer she could put off trying to figure out how to make small talk with Griffe. 

Eventually though, she had to stop pretending. 

Silence stretched between them for an uncomfortably long time. They both took their time eating their snacks and listening to the rain hit the umbrella. Part of Toxinelle was surprised Griffe could physically be quiet for this long. 

Griffe finished his snack cake and sat back to examine the wrapper. Toxinelle noticed there was a promotion for Mecha Ultra Strike III. 

“Do you play?” she said quietly, halfway hoping he wouldn't hear her.

He blinked and looked over at her, as if he was just as surprised she’d spoken as she was. 

“Not to brag,” A grin stretched across his face in the way that told her he was absolutely about to brag. “...But I'm pretty good.”  

Toxinelle scoffed again. 

“I bet I could beat you.” 

He laughed and for a moment she feared he was laughing at her. 

“Oh we have got to figure out how to set up something on a rooftop.” His grin lit up his whole face and Toxinelle felt her face heat up. “I so want to take you up on that challenge!” 

Toxinelle decided her candy wrapper was suddenly very interesting. 

“Oh,” Griffe said, causing her to look up. “It looks like the rain stopped.” 

Disappointment settled in her gut. Did that mean he was going to leave? 

Wait. 

Why did she care? 

Griffe groaned. 

“You know what really pisses me off about that fight today?” 

Toxinelle blinked at him, confused at the subject change. 

“It's that Hesperia always gets other people to fight for him!” Griffe continued on without waiting for an answer. “I bet if he came out and fought us himself we'd have his Miraculous back no problem!” 

“Yeah…” Toxinelle relaxed. She was so used to beating herself up for failing. “He sucks.” 

Griffe laughed at that.  She tried to turn her head away to hide her smile. She hadn't said anything funny, but she still made him laugh. She felt weirdly proud. 

All too soon, however, Griffe stood up, putting his baton away. She tried to keep the disappointment from showing on her face. 

“I know neither one of us really wants to be working together,” He looked back at her. “But whether we like it or not, we're in this together.”

Reality seemed to narrow down on Griffe. Toxinelle wasn't aware of the fact that she was squeezing the bag of peas until they popped, sending frozen peas everywhere. She didn't have time to be embarrassed before he laughed again, and she found she couldn't think of anything else. 

He gave her a cheeky grin and a salute before taking off. It was only after he left that she realized her jaw had been hanging open. 

She was in trouble.

[samaraannhan20]

Harry Styles Imagine: College AU!: The Final Show

A/N: Hey guys! this is my first time writing smut, so please be gentle with me. I’ve been working on this fic for a week now, and I’m excited to finally put it out in the world.

A/N 2: I guess when I copied and pasted the text from google docs my links for the outfits didn’t transfer, so I just went through and added them in, they should all be there now!

Warnings: 18+!!!, unprotected p in v (Wrap it up guys!), oral(fem! recieving), fem!reader, Collegestudent!reader, mentions of anxiety and depression

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“One more show,” I quietly say, both to myself and Harry, as we stand in the bathroom after showering, getting ready to leave for the stadium. “One more show,” he echoes, both of us just staring into the mirror. “How are you feeling?” I ask him “Nervous,” is the first word out of his mouth, and he pauses for a second before continuing. “Happy, sad, excited. A little bit of everything. It’s been three years, and it’s crazy that it’s coming to an end. Love on Tour is ending.” “I feel all of those things too,” I admit quietly. “Not to the same level you do, but I feel them all. Life without Love on Tour is going to be weird. I mean, without this tour we wouldn’t be here. Together. We probably wouldn’t have even met. If it wasn’t for that concert that I managed to get pit tickets for, you never would have noticed me or met me,” I say, chuckling a little. “You know,” I say, beginning to laugh a little harder, “we really have a typical fanfiction romance story.” “Do we now?” he asks, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. “Yes. I mean, I read a lot of fanfiction when I was growing up. I was a fangirl. And how we met and our love story really is typical of fanfiction.” 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ November 19th, 2021 I walked into the Forum with my best friend at my side, both dressed-up and matching from head to toe, with feather boas around our necks. “I can’t believe we actually got pit tickets,” I say as we walk in, only a couple of other people being let in before us. “I know. I really thought that was a pipe dream,” Haylee responds, and I nod in agreement. We find our spot at the front of the pit, and plant ourselves there, not allowing ourselves to be pushed or shoved away from the spot. We spend the entire concert jumping up and down, and at random intervals I hold the poster I had made, that says “I skipped music theory to be here,” because I had left school early to drive out here today. One of the times I hold the sign up happens to be a time that Harry is standing in front of us, and he looks down and reads my poster, before smiling and shaking a finger at me. I watch as he mouths ‘shameful’ and then dances away. “Did you see that?” I shout as I turn to Haylee, and she looks to be in as much shock as I am, and just nods her head vigorously. We both turn back towards the stage, and just enjoy the rest of the concert as though nothing had happened. At the end of the concert, one of the security guards comes towards us, and I begin to get concerned that we did something wrong. “Hello ladies,” he says as he stands in front of us. “Um, hi,” I say quietly as I feel the panic attack begin to set in. “Are we in trouble?” Haylee asks, speaking up because she knew I wouldn’t. She’s the braver of the two of us. “No no no,” the guard says, shaking his head, and then continues. “Quite the opposite actually. Harry saw your sign,” he says, nodding his head towards me. “And he watched as the two of you enjoyed the concert, and he wanted me to come over and give you these passes, and invite you backstage,” he says, and hands us two VIP passes. “Wait what?” I say, vaguely sounding like Anna from Frozen. “Harry would like to meet you,” he says again, and then moves the barrier to let us through, and lets us follow him backstage. “What just happened,” I whisper to Haylee, grabbing her hand as we follow the security guard. “I have no idea,” she responds, and we walk in silence backstage. When we get back to the common area, Harry is standing there talking to some of his bandmates. I see him when he notices me, and he says something to the people he was talking to, and then he walks over to me and Haylee. “‘Ello ladies,” he says as he stops in front of us. “I’m Harry,” he says, and holds out his hand. “Hi,” I say softly. “I’m Y/N.” “And I’m Haylee,” Haylee says from next to me. “Nice to meet you both. Would you like to meet everyone else?” he asks, and we both nod our heads, and make the rounds to all the others as he introduces us to everyone. The more time we spent talking to other people, the more comfortable I got, and I could feel my body loosening and my body language becoming more welcoming.  Haylee separates from me and Harry, going over to talk to some of the band members, and Harry gently touches my elbow to get my attention, and then nods over to the side, motioning for me to follow him. I do, and before I know it we’re standing in our own little corner talking to each other. “Did you really skip music theory to be here?” he asks, and I blush and tuck a spare hair behind my ear before looking up at him. “Yeah. We wanted to be at the front of the pit, so we left super early this morning and sat in line all day.” “I never knew I had such devoted fans,” he says with a small laugh, and I laugh right along with him. “Yeah right,” I say in response. “There were others who were out there before we were, and we thought we were super early.” “Wow. Well, I hope you didn’t miss anything important in any of your classes today,” he says, and I laugh. “The classes I didn’t miss anything important, but I did miss rehearsals today, so that might be a little hard to catch up on,” I say, smiling as I look at him, and then I frown when I see a small frown cross his face. “Well I hope it’s not that hard to catch up. What kind of rehearsal?” he asks, and then we spend the next hour standing alone and talking about different things, not noticing what is going on around us. 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ “I’m glad you skipped class that day,” he says, placing a kiss on my neck, and snapping me back to reality and out of memory lane. “Me too,” I whisper, and then turn in his arms so that I’m facing him. “Last show.” “Last show,” he repeats, and then leans in to kiss me. When he pulls away he has a cheeky smile on his face. “And then two weeks in Italy before heading back to the States to make sure you’re back in time for classes,” he says, raising his eyebrows up and down in a teasing manner. “You’re cheeky,” I say before leaning in and kissing him again. “I can’t believe you’re moving to America for a year just for me.” “It’s true love baby love,” he says, leaning in and pressing his forehead against mine. “True love,” I whisper, and then peck his lips one more time before pulling away. “C’mon. I need to gather my outfit for the show before we leave.” “No you don’t,” he says, and I stop in the bathroom doorway and turn back to him. “Yes I do. I’m not going to the final show in this,” I say, and motion to my bike shorts and oversized Pleasing sweatshirt that I had stolen from him. “I know that. I had Lambert pull together something for you. I wanted us to match for the last show,” he says, and I run the short distance to him, jumping on him. He catches me easily, and laughs as I start to kiss all over his face and neck. “No love bites,” he says with a laugh as I focus on one specific spot. “I still have one more show.” “Did you really have Lambert pull something together for me H?” I ask as I pull away. “Of course I did. This night is just as much for you as it is for me.”  I shake my head as he puts my feet back on the floor. “No it’s not. I don’t perform or do anything. You do it all.” “Maybe so, but there wouldn’t be a Harry’s House yet without you. Over half of those songs were written and produced after you came into my life. It’s amazing we were able to get the album out when we did,” he says, and pulls me in for a kiss. “I love you. I wouldn’t have made it through this tour without you. This night is just as much yours as it is mine.” I kiss him again, before turning to leave the room. “I love you. We really do need to go though,” I say looking over my shoulder at him. He laughs and follows me out of the bathroom. 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ “Okay Lambert,” I say as I stand in Harry’s dressing room. He’s been kicked out for the time being so that my outfit is a surprise for him. “Get me in this outfit. Also it better be comfortable because the concert is over 2 hours tonight,” I say smiling at him. Harry had already changed, but not let me see him. I had been led into the dressing room with a blindfold on, giving Harry the chance to kiss me before he left so that my outfit was a surprise for him. “You got it girlie,” he says with a laugh, and then grabs the garment bag off the rack behind him. “Prepare to be amazed. Also, keep in mind you don’t know what Harry’s outfit looks like yet, so this might not make sense but it will.” After he says that he unzips the bag and drops it on the ground, holding out the outfit for you.   “Lambert…” I say trailing off, shocked at how beautiful this outfit is. “I know. It's beautiful. And just wait until you see Harry’s.  You guys will look amazing together,” he says, pulling me into a hug. “And, Harry told me you would refuse to wear heels, so, even though I picked out a pair of heels for you, he got these for you,” he says as he bends down and grabs a box of shoes from under the clothing rack and opens them. “MY OWN PAIR OF SATELLITE STOMPERS!” I yell, super excited, jumping up and down.   “Yep. Everyone got a pair for this last show, but Harry had something special embroidered on yours,” he says as he holds them out for me. I grab them and inspect them, fawning over the Love On Tour logo on one side, and then I tear up as I read the embroidered message. “My Satellite,” I whisper as I read the message. I hear Lambert sniffle and look up to see him tearing up. “Why are you crying?” I ask him through my own tears. “Because I am one of the people who got to watch the two of you fall in love. I got to watch him text you everyday, starting from the first meeting, through random concerts you were flown out for, the trips he would make just to see you when you both felt it was too early in your relationship for you to join him on your yet,  until you joined us this summer because you both agreed it was past time. I’ve watched you watch his concerts and I see the love you have in your eyes for him. The two of you were meant to come together,” he says, and I walk to him and give him a big hug. “Thank you Lamby,” I say, and then pull away and wipe my tears off. “Okay, I’m going to go change. You go get H and tell him he can come and wait on the couch.” I turn and head into the bathroom that’s in the dressing room, and quickly change. I smooth out my hair and wipe the small run of mascara off, before opening the door and stepping out. When I step out Harry is sitting on the couch, and he stands up and walks over to me. “Wow, Darling you look amazing. Lambert did a good job,” he says, and as he says that I take in what he’s wearing. “Lambert did an amazing job of making us match,” I say as I walk closer to Harry and press my lips to his own. “Thank you for the shoes. And the extra special message I whisper, looking up at him through my eyelashes. “They’re going to become my new comfort shoes. I’ll wear them everyday,” I say, and he kisses me. When he pulls away he smiles and says “Did you notice I got yours as platforms?” “Yes I did. And I greatly appreciate it. You know I’m crazy about platforms because they make me taller,” I say with a huge smile, and he leans in and kisses me again. We have some time to spare so we go and sit on the couch together. “How are you feeling?” I ask as I curl into his side after he takes his vest off and sets it aside. “Nervous. Sad. I’m ready for it to be over, but I’m also sad it’s ending. But excited because we’re staying here in Italy for a few weeks and we get to spend unbothered time together,” he says, and I can tell from the sound of his voice that he’s really feeling all of these emotions. “I’m really nervous to play that song for them at the end.” “All these emotions are valid. But I know that no matter what your fans are thankful for the time they got from you. You gave them three years of your life. A new album in the middle of that. They love seeing you, but they know you need a break to stay healthy. And they’ll be here waiting when you come back. No matter how long it is,” I tell him, rubbing his back as I say it. “What if they forget about me?” he says very quietly, and I gently grab his face in my hands. “Harry Edward Styles. Never in a million years will those fans ever forget about you. You saved so many of them. When I was just a fan, you saved me. And you saved me again when you brought me backstage that night and gave me your number before I left. Those people love you. I love you. Your mum loves you. Everyone who works with you loves you. No one will ever forget you,”  I tell him, and as I finish he pulls me into him and crashes his lips onto mine. When we pull away we’re both breathless, and we both need a minute to calm down. I stand and cross to the bathroom to fix my lipstick and grab a wipe to get the lipstick off of H. As I sit down and start to wipe his lips off, there’s a knock on the door and Jeff comes in, followed by Glenne and Anne. “Oh. Sorry,” Jeff says with a laugh as he sees me wiping Harry’s face, and Harry and I both laugh in return. “No worries,” Harry says when I move the wipe away from his mouth. “A minute earlier there might have been worries, but you’re just in time,” he continues, and I quickly get up to throw away the makeup wipe and try to hide my blushing face. “Harry, don’t embarrass Y/N,” Anne says with a smile on her face, and I mouth thank you to her from where I stand. “It’s not as if we all didn’t already know what was going on in here before we walked in,” Jeff says, and I laugh when Glenne gently smacks him on the chest. “Alright, alright, I’ll stop now,” he says with a laugh, and everyone sort of chuckles in response. I cross back over to Harry and he wraps his arm around my shoulder and places a kiss on my forehead. “Sorry love. Are you okay?” he whispers to me when he pulls away, and I just give a small smile and nod my head, before laying my head on his shoulder. 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ “My family are here tonight, my friends are here tonight. My girlfriend is here tonight. Thank you for my family,” Harry says, continuing his final speech, and I watch as he starts to tear up, before pausing to collect himself.  “I was doing so well!” he exclaims, trying to make the situation less serious. “Thank you for the support. Thank you for loving me the way that you have. My friends are here tonight. Thank you for having my back, always. I love you all so much. My girlfriend is here tonight. I wouldn’t be here tonight, finishing the tour on this date if it wasn’t for her,” he says, and pauses as he searches the area his mother is standing in looking specifically for me. When he finds me he zeroes in, his gaze falling solely on me. “I love you,” he says, with tears in his eyes. “I have a lot of things to feel incredibly lucky for in life but I feel the luckiest with my friends’ support. It allows me to do this. I am so full right now. I’ve never been happier in my entire life,” he says, pulling the microphone away from his mouth and mouthing “I love you” to me one more time, before turning to the band and starting to talk to him. I walk to Anne and stand right beside her as he continues his speech. We stand there holding each other as he talks to the audience. “Thank you,” she says to me, voice barely to where I can hear her, and I turn my head to look at her with a questioning look on my face. “For what?” I ask, and she just smiles and shakes her head. “You don’t see it, but everyone else does. You’ve brought him back to life.  Without you this tour would have ended a long time ago. Don’t get me wrong, he loves his job, but he probably would have ended this specific tour the first time around, found the inspiration to finish and then  release Harry’s House, and then organized a new tour. You gave him the ability to write while on tour, because you inspired him while he was on tour,” she says to me, and I tear up, and kiss her on the cheek. “Thank you Anne. But none of it would have happened without your support,” I say to her, and she tugs me to her and gives me a tight hug. When we pull away and turn back to Harry I can tell that he is starting to finish up his speech. “I see it- the love- in how it’s affected all the people around me, continue to affect people. It does not end with this tour, it doesn't end when this tour ends. Put some love into the world, it really needs it right now. I love you and I’ll miss you. You not only changed my life, you have made me the happiest. I’m so thrilled, I’m so happy. There’s lots of emotions tonight,it’s been a long time and I just wanna thank you very seriously for what this has been to me. You’ve changed my life,” he says, and then pauses for a second, and I watch as his eyes circle around the stadium, as he turns to the band one last time, and then turns back to the audience. “None of you are alone. Look around, look at how many people there are here. We’re all the same. I love you. Thank you so, so much.” As he finishes his speech, I tear up, and look around at all the people in the stadium and all those surrounding me. They may have changed his life. I may have changed his life.  But he’s changed mine as well. 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ As soon as I get backstage I go on the hunt for two things. One being water, and the other being Harry. As I get to the refreshments table I grab a water bottle and begin scouring the area with my eyes, looking for Harry. I see him just as I take a sip of water, and choke a little when I see that he has ditched the vest, never quite prepared for the image of him shirtless, even after two years together. I immediately begin walking over to him. He’s surrounded by the band, but when he sees me his smile gets bigger, and they all immediately turn to see what it is he’s looking at, and then cheer when they see it’s me. He pulls me in for a deep kiss as soon as I reach him, and for a minute the world is lost to us. I don’t register the hoops and hollers that are happening behind or around us, all I notice is him. When he pulls back he raises his hands up and starts jumping in the air, and everyone around him follows suit. As I jump up and down with him I can see Anne standing a few feet away, and I jump/hop my way over to her and pull her into the group. When Harry sees her he pulls her in for a hug, and then reaches out to pull me in too. The three of us stand there hugging and just lost in our own world. After we separate from our hug, someone starts playing music and Harry and I stand and just dance around, partying with everyone around. Eventually Harry pulls away and gets everyone’s attention. “You all did so amazing during this tour, and I am so thankful for each and everyone of you. But it’s late, and we’re all tired. So let’s go to our hotel rooms or wherever we're staying. I will see all of you at dinner at my house tomorrow night for our final family dinner!” he exclaims, and everyone cheers one last time. Before I know it the entire band and crew and anyone else who was back here partying with us has corralled everyone into one big group hug. Some people are crying, others are laughing. The people at the back are the first to break free, and as soon as we are finally released from the hug, Harry and I head towards his dressing room to gather our things and go home. “What a night,” I say as the door closes behind Harry and we’re alone for the first time in hours. I start to gather some belongings that we had strewn across the dressing room, and as I start to throw items in my tote bag, I hear a sniffle come from the door. “Harry?” I say as I drop what I had been holding and begin to walk towards him. He hasn’t moved, and is still facing the door, so when I step up to him I place my hand on his arm and turn him toward me. “Honey what’s wrong?” I ask once he’s facing me and I see the tears that are falling down his face. “It’s over,” he whispers, and I let a small “oh” escape my mouth, before pulling him into me. He buries his head in my neck, and I feel the tears start to fall off his face and onto my skin. I stand there holding him for a while, but after a few minutes the tears slow and he pulls himself away from me. “I’m okay. I just didn’t want to cry in front of all of them.” “H, it’s okay to be sad that the tour is over. It’s been your life for three years now. And everyone else is sad as well.  I’m sad, and I haven’t even been here since the beginning,” I tell him, and gently lead him over to the couch. “You were only a few months late,” he mumbles, a small smile coming across his face. “Right, but either way it wasn’t the beginning. You’ve been doing this amazing thing for three years now. It’s okay, and it’s time for you to take a break. In all reality, you don’t have to be onstage to be doing amazing things. Your music does it for you,” I tell him, and I watch him close his eyes and nod in agreement and understanding. “Thank you,” he whispers, and before I can ask why he continues. “Don’t ask why, I can feel the look on your face. Thank you for being here. For being with me. Or always being there to talk me down.  Just being there. Even when you weren’t physically here you were just a call away. I couldn’t have asked for a better partner in this world,” he explains, and then leans forward and kisses me. “I love you,” I say when he pulls away, and he just leans back in and kisses me again. Our bodies are so in tune with each other that with each push and pull or move of our bodies or tongues it is a seamless connection. When we pull away we lean our foreheads together as we catch our breath. Harry leans in and attaches his lips to my neck, and I laugh a little as he moves his lips further down, getting closer to my chest with each move. “Harry, we can be home in twenty minutes and continue this if you’ll let me finish gathering up our stuff,” I say, laughing, and gently pushing him away. He places one last kiss on my collar bone and pulls back. “Okay, let’s go,” he says, standing up and holding his hand out for me, helping me stand so I can gather the rest of our belongings. 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ “Harry we have to get up to meet with the caterers,” I say as I try to get out of bed, but am quickly pulled back into bed with a vice grip around my waist as Harry holds on. We had both received a text from Anne and Gemma saying that they were going out for the morning, and that thought alone made Harry not want to let me out of the bed, knowing that we were alone in the house for some time. “We have like 3 hours before they will be here,” he mumbles into my shoulder, placing small kisses all over it. “Right but we both need to take a shower,” I say as I continue to try to pull away. “Okay, so 30 minutes to fool around in bed, an hour to shower, 30 minutes to fool around in the shower, and we’ll still have an hour left to get dressed,” he says, flipping me over so that I’m laying on my back and starting to move his body down mine, lips trailing over my body as they move down. “I don’t have the heart to stop you,”  I tell him, getting a little breathless as he gets closer to my core, and I feel his small breaths of laughter on my lower stomach. He continues down my body, and spreads my legs open, slipping between him. I shiver as he kisses the insides of my thighs, before he moves to where I really want him. He starts flick his tongue on and around my clit as he inserts a finger into me and starts to move it in and out, making a ‘come here’ motion when he is inside of me, hitting the perfect spot. I thread my fingers through his hair as he starts sucking on my clit, and slips two more  fingers inside. He looks up at me through his eyelashes as he brings me closer and closer to the edge, and I see the smirk on his lips as he suddenly pulls away. He brings his body up over mine and brings his lips to mine as he pushes into me. A moan escapes both of our mouths as he begins to move in and out of me. “How are you doing baby?” he asks when he pulls away from my lips. “Amazing,” I moan out, and scratch my nails down his back. “Harder Harry,” I moan out, and he obliges. He starts to move in and out faster, and reaches a hand down to rub my clit. He keeps moving in and out of me at an excruciating pace, but it feels amazing and I do not ask him to stop. He takes his time, making sure that I get to my breaking point first, and then he follows after. After we both take a few moments to catch our breath, he moves his body down mine and starts to eat me out again. He works me up again, rubbing at my clit, and before long he has me hurtling over the edge again. He moves his body back up and lays down next to me, pulling me into him, and we lay there in silence for a few moments, catching our breath. Neither of us makes a move to pull away from the other, instead laying there together. After a few minutes Harry pulls himself away, before holding out his hand. Together we walk to the bathroom and get into the shower. As soon as the water is heated up, Harry is on his knees and eating me out again, cleaning the mix of our cum out of me. 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ “I tried to tell you that we weren’t going to have enough time,”  I say to Harry as we both scramble to put clothes on after hearing the doorbell ring. “I didn’t hear you complaining,” he says, buttoning his pants and grabbing a shirt. “I’ll get the door,” he says, crossing over to me and pecking me on the lips as I straighten up after slipping underwear on. “I got it. Take your time,” he says and then heads out of the bedroom. I slip my pants and sports bra on, and walk back into our en-suite to apply mascara. I put the mascara on and brush out my hair, and then walk back into our room and grab the shirt I had laid out and slip it on. I stand in front of the mirror for a second and make sure that my outfit looks okay, and will be okay for the last family dinner with the Love on Tour family dinner. I then slip  out of the room, and walk down the hall towards the kitchen. As I near the kitchen I can hear Harry talking to the caterer that he had let in. “I think setting up the buffet right here would be best, and then people will just be standing and eating or sitting and eating wherever they decide. We weren’t planning on pushing any tables together or anything. It’s essentially one big house party before we all go our separate ways for some time,” he tells the caterer, and as I step in and walk next to him the caterer nods in understanding. “I will bring my team back in a few hours with all the food you ‘ave requested,” the caterer responds as Harry leads him to the front door to let him out. “Sounds great, thank you so much Tomas,” Harry says, and then waves as he walks out the door, shutting it after the man has made it out. “See,” he says, turning to me with one of his trademark smiles. “I told you everything would be okay.” 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ “Hi, welcome,” I say as Lloyd and some of the other photographers come in the front door. They all stop and give me a small hug as I say “the food is in the kitchen to the right, and everyone is spread all over the room.” I close the door as they all walk in the direction of the kitchen, and turn and look over the house. From this spot I can see Harry and Pauli dancing around. I can see Sarah and Mitch holding the baby and giving him little pinches of safe food every now and then while they talk to Anne. I can see Jeff and Glenne talking to Lorryn and some of the other band members.   I go through the kitchen and grab a little food and then cross the room to sit with Anne. I grab the glass of wine I had left there when I went to answer the door and take a sip. When I place the wine glass down again, Anne wraps her arm around me and I lean into her. “How’re you doing sweet girl?” she says when there’s a lull in the conversation. I watch as Sarah and Mitch take the baby and walk over to where the other band members are, and I can tell it’s their way of giving me and Anne some privacy. I set my plate down in front of me before answering her. “I’m… okay,” I respond. “It’s been the best summer of my life, and it’s not fully over yet, but it feels like it is. Especially since I’ve made so many friends traveling with H, and now I know it will be a long time before I see them again,” I explain, and I can see the understanding across her features. “I can understand that,” she says, and then leans down and kisses me on the forehead. “How long until the two of you head back to the states?” “I thought he told you everything,” I say with a laugh, and she laughs with me. “We’re heading back on the 12th. I’m one of the leaders for orientation and I have a meeting at school on the 18th, but we discussed it and we both wanted some time to settle back into the house. Well,” I say pausing to let out a small laugh. “I guess we wanted time to move in and settle. He sold the LA house, which you knew, and the movers are moving everything into the new house, which is closer to my school and has a private beach attached to it. We had everything, both his and mine, moved into a storage unit. The only clothes I currently have access to are the ones I packed for this trip,” I say with a small laugh. “I’m not positive what we’re doing with the very little furniture and other things that I have, but we have to figure something out.” “Would you like for me to come out around that time to help you guys figure it out?” she asks me, and I immediately wrap both my arms around her. “I would love nothing more. And I know Harry will feel the same. He misses his mom.” She smiles in response and squeezes my sides before pulling away. “I miss my boy. It’s settled then. I’ll look at tickets the moment I get home tomorrow,” she says and I lean over and kiss her on the cheek before reaching out for my wine. I sit silent for a minute, sipping on my wine and thinking. “I feel bad,” I say when I speak up again, and Anne looks at me as though I’ve grown two heads. “Why on earth do you feel bad?” she asks me, reaching out and placing her hand on my arm, gently squeezing. “I’m taking Harry away from you. He’s moving to America for me,” I say, refusing to look in her eyes and instead staring into my wine glass. “Oh my sweet sweet girl,” she says, and gently reaches out and tips my chin up so I’m looking in her eyes. “You are not taking him away from me. He was getting close to moving there full time anyway. He sold the one LA house to find a new one, not to move home. He might not have admitted that, but we both knew it. It is in no way your fault. I would be upset if he was moving there and didn’t have anyone, but he has you. And you have shown me time and time again over the last two years, that you are the person for him,” she tells me and I smile. “Thank you. I’m gonna miss you when I’m back at school and don’t have as much time to see you.” “I always tell Harry that I’m only a phone call away, and that goes for you as well. I love you sweet girl,” she says, and I lean into her again, wrapping my arms tightly around her. “I love you Anne.” When we pull apart we sit there visiting for a while longer as I pick at some of the food I had on my plate and take a few small bites and finish my wine. I don’t notice Harry watching me pick at my food  until he comes over carrying a plate of fruit and a glass of water.  He comes over and gently takes the plate out of my hands, handing me the plate of fruit at the same time, and that  is what brings my attention to him. I look up at him with a questioning look and he just smiles. While I’m looking at him I feel Anne get up, and Harry is quick to take her place on the couch. “Haz, I have a plate of food,” I tell him as he gets comfortable next to me. “But you didn’t want it,” he says simply, and I feel my facial expression morph into one of bewilderment. “How could you possibly have known that?” I ask him, not wanting to admit he was right. I had only grabbed the plate of food because everyone else had one, and I didn’t want to be the only one without food. I typically only eat one meal a day, with some snacks here or there, and I had eaten lunch so I wasn’t that hungry. “Because I know you. You sat here drinking your wine, and took maybe two bites of food. I don’t like that you only eat one meal a day, but I know it has to do with your depression and anxiety, and I know that being one of the hosts of a party is causing you some anxiety,” he explains as he wraps his arm around my shoulders and gently pulls me to lean on him. “However, I also know that you need to eat something. Fruit is a comfort food for you. So I grabbed some of your favorites and brought it over,” he finishes, and I tilt my head and lift it to meet his lips in a kiss. “You’re too good to me,”  I whisper when I pull away, and he just smiles and shakes his head. “No, you’re too good for me,” he says, and then leans down and presses another kiss on my lips. 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ “Thanks for coming,”  I hear Harry say from my spot laid out on the couch,  as the last guests leave. Anne had gone to bed about an hour ago in her room here at the house. Gemma had also gone to the guest room she was staying in, which was right across from their mother’s room. Sarah and Mitch had left hours ago, heading back to the hotel to get the baby into bed at a semi-decent time. I close my eyes as Harry walks back into the room and Moon River, by Audrey Hepburn, comes over the speaker in the room. I quietly hum along with it until I feel a shadow fall over my head. “Come dance with me,” he says, gently playing with the necklace that is resting on my collar bones, one that he had given me a couple of months after our one year anniversary. I hum in agreement before allowing him to take my hand and pull me up. As soon as I’m standing he pulls me to him and we sway back and forth, slowly moving around the room. Another slow song comes on as we continue dancing, lost in our own little world. After a while I pull back and look at him. “Ready to rest now?” I quietly say, not meaning for the night, but meaning for a greater amount of time. He gives me a small smile and nods yes. We stop dancing and make our way over to the couch, and he sits down first, laying down on the couch. He spreads his legs so that I can slip my body between them, and I lay down with my head on his chest. He rubs his hands up and down my back as we sit there in silence, the only noise being the music that is playing through the speakers. “What are we going to do tomorrow?” he quietly asks after a few minutes. “Rent that boat you mentioned. Clean up from this party and get the house ready for the guests that are coming next week.  Say goodbye to your mom for now,” I say, and then pause. “It doesn’t really matter what we do. What matters is that you get some well deserved and needed rest,” I say, and then place a gentle kiss on his chest. “What is this rest thing you speak of?” he says, and without looking at him I can hear the smile in his voice, and feel the chuckle rumble through his chest. “It’s something you deserve and need to enjoy,” I say, and then I stand up, holding my hand out for him. “Here, let me show you.”

[choke-me-joey]

43 and 45 reuniting with Joseph Quinn after a long period of time apart

Okay but after writing this I need to be help up against a wall and fucked so I apologise if you also develop this need

43. You've missed me, haven't you? Pretty little pussy is sucking me in.

45. I need you so bad, I can't wait, I've gotta have you now.

Joseph Quinn x reader

Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, rpf (don't like don't read), unprotected p in v, creampie, squirting, mentions of a blowie whilst driving, established relationship, wall sex????? Idk

Hoe-vember/Dick-cember masterlist

You checked your appearance over in the mirror, smoothing down your dress. You were happy with how you looked, wearing a midi length leopard print dress and heeled boots. You checked your phone again, smiling as you saw your boyfriend's name had pinged up on the screen about 5 minutes ago.

Car is about 10 minutes away, can't wait to see you x

You text him back the GIF of Anna from Frozen when she's all excited, and carry out final checks on your hair and makeup.

It wasn't ideal, but tonight was your mum and dad's wedding anniversary party, an event that had been planned for the majority of the year. Unfortunately, when it was planned it was not envisioned that Joe would be flying back from Japan and landing literally 2 hours before you needed to get going. You had told him to stay home and sleep when he got back as you knew how exhausted he was, but he'd insisted on still attending. He loved your family and they loved him.

Now, time was tight. Joe's flight had been delayed which meant he'd just about have time to change his clothes before you'd need to leave to get to the party venue, instead of a quick shower like he'd hoped. Thankfully, he'd managed to shower on the plane (private flight, fucking wild) so he was happy to just douse himself in deodorant and cologne for a few hours, he could properly shower when you guys got home tonight/early tomorrow morning.

You hear the door open and close and you run out from the bedroom, running at your boyfriend and jumping. He catches you and your legs wrap around his waist. You don't even give him time to say hello before pressing your lips to his. He sighs happily as your tongue finds his, and he moves to press your back against the wall as you make out for a few seconds.

"Hello to you too," Joe chuckles as you break apart, foreheads resting together. "Fuck, I missed you."

"I missed you too, so much. Next time you're away for that long I'm contorting myself to fit in your bag." You grin, leaning in for another kiss. This one is slower, deeper, hotter. You feel a tell tale pulse against your crotch and your pussy flutters in response, but you try to ignore it. "Joe, babe, we have to leave, we're already a little late-"

"I need you so bad, I can't wait, I've gotta have you now." Joe grunts, holding you up with one arm and undoing his jeans with the other.

Fuck it.

"Here?!" You gasp, amazed at his strength. It's always such a turn on when Joe shows how strong he really is.

"Right fucking here." Joe replies, pushing his jeans and pants down, fisting his cock a couple times before moving your dress up and underwear to the side, pushing his cock into your pussy slowly. You tense a little; you hadn't been with him in weeks so the stretch and burn was a little more prominent. "Sorry baby, just relax for me, okay?"

"So big," you whimper. "Joey, you're so fucking big."

"But you're taking me so well, love." Joe glances down at where your bodies are connected, smirking at the shine of your arousal on him. "You've missed me, haven't you? Pretty little pussy is sucking me in."

You moan loudly. "God yes, Joe, missed you so fucking much."

"I know baby, me too." Joe looks up and kisses you sweetly as he begins to move, fucking you up against the wall. "God you feel so fucking good. Been thinking about this for so long."

"Me too," you shudder as he reaches to touch your clit. "Yes, baby, just like that, don't stop."

Joe chuckles. "Gonna come for me? Already?"

You nod, and Joe adjusts his stance to assist you, making sure his cock hit that spot inside you on every single thrust. After a few years together he knew exactly how to make you feel good. His fingers don't leave your clit, rubbing in quick circles, desperate to feel you fall apart for him.

You shriek out his name as you come hard, soaking Joe's cock and shirt that he hadn't managed to remove. "Fuck yes, that's my good girl, squirting on my cock like that." Your pussy clenches around him and he shudders. "Not gonna last long."

"I don't care, come inside me." You grab his face and make him look at you. "Come for me, Joe."

"Oh fuck," Joe almost whimpers, his eyes fluttering shut. You tap his cheek gently.

"Look at me when you fill me up, baby." You whisper and Joe nods, moaning loudly as he pushes inside you as deep as he can, his cock pulsing and twitching as rope after rope of his cum fills you. His knees wobble with the force of his orgasm as his head drops to your shoulder. You run your nails over his scalp softly as you both try to catch your breath. "You good?"

"Can't talk, came too hard, no brain left." Joe mumbles into your collarbone and you giggle. He picks his head up and kisses up your neck, across your jawline and finally your mouth. "I love you."

"I love you." You reply, brushing your nose over his. "But now we are really fucking late."

Joe groans and yawns. "I know babe, I'm so sorry."

"If you drive, I'll blow you as a thank you."

"Let's fucking go!"

[cowgurrrl]

Everyone I’ve Never Met

Pairing: Ellie Williams x platonic fem!reader

Summary: “You can put your strength down. I’m sitting here with you at your kitchen table. You don’t need to say anything.” - Eden Robinson, Writing Prompts for the Broken-hearted aka you tell Ellie the truth [2k]

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, angsty angst angst, tumultuous parent/child relationship, references to what happened in Salt Lake City, talks about Anna, grief

She looks shocked when she opens the door to find you there. You smile and glance inside her little house, doing your best to keep the peace. 

"Can I come in?" You ask. She doesn't nod or say anything. She just turns on her heels and leaves the door open for you. You walk as though you're entering hollowed ground, gentle and quiet, so you don't disturb anything in her home. It's clean enough to support life, although you wish she would let you take her laundry from the corner it's piling up in. She stands awkwardly in the middle of the kitchen, and you smile at her again, hoping for a glimpse of that innocent girl you saw so much of five years ago. "How's Dina?"

"Why are you asking about her?" She clamps up.

"Just curious," You try to soothe her, but her shoulders are still by her ears. You take a deep breath and hold the thick file in your hands. "I know you're mad, but I've been working on something for a while and wanted you to have it." You say, placing it on the table next to her.

"What is it?"

"There were some people who owed me favors back in Boston. They were able to get me some information about your mother," you say. She looks confused but opens the folder anyway. "It was a shot in the dark. I didn't know how much they'd be able to find, but-"

"How were they even able to get all this stuff?" She asks as she sifts through the stack of papers. There's more than you thought there would be. Letters from patients that Anna helped, scraps of newspaper with her handwriting on them, a half-finished silly lullaby called Ellie's Belly. You wanted to cry when you read it. Few obstetricians practiced after Outbreak Day; even if they did, they needed the equipment to do sonograms. The likelihood that Anna knew she was having a girl before she gave birth was slim to none, but she still wrote this for her Ellie. Your heart hurts when you think about how much she loved the daughter she never got to raise. 

"Anna Williams had a lot of people who loved her. When she died, people were devastated. Made them cling to what they had left a little tighter. What did you know about her before this?"

"I knew she was a nurse and was friends with Marlene, but that was pretty much it. I have her knife and a letter she wrote me," she trails off as she picks up a faded Polaroid. She shows it to you hesitantly, like she's afraid you'll rip it up. "Is this her?"

"It was in with Marlene's stuff. I don't know if this was before the Outbreak or after," you glance between her and the smiling redhead, forever frozen in time. She looks kind with big green eyes and a big, toothy smile. She can't be more than twenty-two in the picture, and you wonder how far away she was from getting pregnant. "You look just like her." For half a second, Ellie grins. Her fingers trace the outline of her mother's features. You wish she were here. You wonder if you two would've gotten along, but it seems hard to imagine that you wouldn't if she's the woman who brought Ellie into the world. 

"Did you… were you able to find anything about my father?" 

"Nothing concrete. Some people said he was a FEDRA officer. Others said he was a smuggler passing through. She never said anything to anyone about who he might be," You watch her shoulders slump a little, and your fingers twitch to squeeze her. You don't. "I'm sorry." You say instead. She shakes her head and shrugs.

"It's fine." She says. It doesn't feel fine, but you nod anyway. You take a few steps toward her front door, suddenly feeling like you're intruding. 

"I can leave you with all this. I know it's a lot to take in."

"Wait," she stops you, looking up from the tiny ghosts of her mother, and the air seems to get trapped in your lungs. This is the most she's looked at you since she found out. "How is he?"

"He's okay. He misses you. We both miss you." 

"I miss you, too. This whole thing... it doesn't just have to do with you two. There's more that I'm trying to figure out."

"I get it. If you have any questions, I'll do my best to give you answers." 

"Thanks," she walks over to her cabinet and pulls down a big bottle of whiskey. You both sit at the table as she pours two healthy drinks. Joel probably wouldn't approve of you two drinking before patrol tomorrow, but you don't care. The silence is less uncomfortable now and feels the most normal in months. She sloshes the drink in her glass, a pensive look taking over her features, and you lean back in your chair to watch her. 

"I can hear you thinking." You say. She puffs air out of her nose in a quiet laugh and looks at you.

"Am I that obvious?"

"No, I just know you," it spills out of your mouth, and she chews the inside of her lip. "What's goin' on up there, kiddo?"

"Tell me what really happened that day." She says. You take a big sip of whiskey as you remember waking up in the Firefly hospital. A lot of it is still blurry, and you're not sure if things will ever get clearer. You don't know if your brain is protecting you from the horrors of that day or if you genuinely blacked out. What you can remember is bloody and riddled with shell casings, broken glass, and bodies. So many bodies.

"You're not gonna like it."

"That's not what I asked."

"Marlene and some Fireflies were in the room with us when we woke up after the smoke bomb went off. We wanted to see you, but she told us you were going into surgery and explained that they would crack your skull and pull the Cordyceps out of your brain to get what they needed for the cure. Just like that," you shake your head. You didn't realize how angry you still were at Marlene for deceiving all of you, for making you think she had a future when she never intended to let Ellie walk out of the hospital. "Something snapped in both of us. They pointed guns in our faces and were told to escort us out of the hospital and to the highway, but the Firefly soldiers walked us right past our stuff. They never had any intention of letting us live, so we did the only thing we knew how to do."

"Kill?"

"Survive," you correct, remembering the blind rage that overtook the both of you that day. "One of the guys grabbed me, and that was all Joel needed. I don't remember much else, but I know we made it out with you. I know we did horrible things and killed people because nobody mattered to us as much as you did. As much as you still do."

"Why did you choose me? You could've helped save the world. They would've hailed you and Joel as heroes, but now you're just here."

"During that first year, you became our world. You made us laugh and worry and love for the first time in years. It became an unspoken agreement that you were more important than us, that if it came down to saving you or either of us, we would always pick you," you say. "So that's what we did. We picked you. We saved our world. Fuck everyone else." 

"So many people have died because there isn't a vaccine. Riley, Tess, Sam," she takes a breath as she looks at that polaroid again. "My mother."

"And making one wasn't going to bring them back."

"So, you don't regret it?"

"I regret lying to you and how it's affected us, but I don't regret saving you."

"My life would've had meaning. You fucking took that from me."

"There was never any proof that the cure was going to work. They were experimenting. That's all they were ever going to do. Once we realized that, there wasn't a chance in hell that we were going to let them do that to you," you say. "If you were going to die in that hospital, we were going to die right alongside you."

"Maybe that would've been better." Hardened eyes bore into yours as she says it. She's unflinching, precise, and hits you right where it hurts. You’ve seen the same tactic in how she kills, in how you and Joel kill. The similarity makes you want to throw up.

"Maybe," you nod. "But, I would do it all over again, even knowing what I know now." Ellie shakes her head and takes a big sip of her drink. The silence that fills the space between you is unbearable. You want her to scream, to yell, to throw a tantrum. You want her to unleash all her anger so you can love her anyways. You want her to see that even as she yells and hates you, you'll still stand there and say, "I can take it. I'm not afraid of you because I know you and I love you.”

You don't know that you can ever forgive Marlene for putting so much weight on fourteen-year-old shoulders. Ellie was a kid. A kid with immense guilt who felt like the only way her life could have meaning was if she died because everyone she has ever loved had died. Even if you had the chance to go back and ask Ellie's opinion, you still think you would've done what you did. A teenager in that headspace is not the right person to make decisions about their mortality. But just because she's alive and has a new life doesn't mean the weight Marlene gave her is gone. If anything, it's gotten heavier, and she's gotten quieter. 

She rubs her eyes and bounces her knee under the table, a habit she picked up from you. She's exhausted and looks like she could start crying at any second. "I trusted you." She mumbles, sounding so much like the Ellie you met all those years ago. Your throat feels raw as you stare at her.

"I know," you say. Your voice is soft but not quite apologetic. "Ellie-"

"You were right. It's getting late, and we both have patrol in the morning, so you should go." She says, standing from her chair to put her empty glass in the sink. With her back to you, you look up at the ceiling to force the tears back into your eyes. You clear your throat and stand, but she doesn't turn. 

"Try to get some sleep," You say in place of "I love you," and she hums from the sink. Anna's smiling face watches you leave her Ellie's house and walk back out into the freezing night, feeling emptier than when you showed up. You glance through her window and find her still standing at the sink, clutching her stomach as her chest moves quickly. It looks like she’s having a panic attack. You want to go back in to soothe her, to hug her and tell her everything will be okay, before you remember that you probably caused the attack. You feel like you just got punched in the stomach as you go against your better judgement and start walking home.

You wonder if this is how it’s going to be for the rest of your lives— watching her life unfold behind glass, unable to do or say anything to make her feel better. At least, she’s alive, you try to remind yourself, but is it really living if she’s not sleeping, eating, or letting herself feel anything? Is it a life if she’s mourning every time she should’ve died but didn’t? Is it a life if you’re watching her slowly kill herself from behind glass, your desperate screaming falling upon deaf ears?

Or did the most important part of all three of you die in that hospital and you’re walking corpses? Does digging into a wound to find and name the bullet make the pain any better?

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(June stop getting philosophical at the end of every fic challenge)

[emithecharmer]

Disney and Density

Fluff, friends-to-lovers, mentions of kidnapping and death (typical disney stuff 🤪) sorry for any mistakes! Disney referenced movies in order: Tangled, Frozen, Mulan, The Princess and the Frog, Frozen, The Aristocats.

"Okay, I got snacks, movies, drinks, and, my cat." I said as I plopped my cat onto my friends lap.

"Oh, and one more thing." I smiled when my cat jumped away and ran into my bedroom.

"Hm, what?" Felix asked as he turned around and gasped.

"You got Vegemite!?" He yelled in shock as he stood up and walked over.

"Mhm, my friend just got back from over there, so I asked her to grab some." I explained.

"Stop it, I love you." He said excitedly as he grabbed the jar.

"Do not tell Chris." He said pointedly, making me laugh and hold my hands up,

"I got him some too, don't worry." He nodded and clutched his hand to his chest in relief.

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"RUN! RUN GO RUN!" I yelled at the movie, telling Eugene to run away from Gothel.

"NO!" Felix yelled as Eugene fell to the ground.

"Dumbass." I rolled my eyes at the TV as Felix giggled.

"C'mon, he had to see it coming!" I groaned as I threw my head back.

"Y'know, if you were ever kidnapped as a baby, held in a tower for 16 years, and then we met and I showed you what freedom was like. You think we could date?" I tilted my head in consideration.

"If you looked like Eugene." I answered.

"Wha- Not like me?" I shook my head.

"No, but, I would date you if my sister had been hiding her powers from me since she'd frozen a part of my head at a young age, and we met on a quest to find her." Felix hummed and tilted his head.

"I'll take it." I nodded.

"Let's watch 'Mulan' next. I wanna see daddy Shang." I moaned, causing Felix to double over in laughter and stand up.

"I'm gonna get some water, want anything?" I shook my head and watched him walk into the kitchen.

"You know, I should head home after Mulan, if I'm not staying here." Felix called out from the kitchen.

"I thought you were staying?" I asked.

"Oh- Am I?" He asked with a confused pout when he came back.

"Can you?" He nodded and got comfy on the couch again, opting for his head on my shoulder this time.

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"Shanggg, be nice, you're half the soldier she is." Felix chuckled at my enthusiasm.

"If you sacrificed your own life for your father's, I'd be a bit threatened too." Felix said.

"Didn't Shang's dad die?" I asked.

"Mhm, when they were called to the frontlines."

"Yeahh, that's right."

Felix yawned and I smiled at him.

"Should we go to my room? You can lay down." He raised an eyebrow and smirked, making me tap his nose with my finger.

"Not like that you little horn dog." Felix cackled at my choice of words.

"I am not!" I raised an eyebrow at him, making him duck his head.

"...Just a little." He muttered, making me cackle and stand up, holding out my hand.

"Let's go, puppy." He said as he stood up and stretched, taking my hand after.

I turned off the TV and walked into my room. Luckily I had a big bed, so Felix could spread out as much as he wanted.

"Scoot over." He groaned.

"Your legs are all over me, you scoot over!" I pushed his leg, making him giggle sleepily and kick back.

"Ah! Stop!" I laughed.

"Oh my gosh stop, the lightning bug died..." I turned to the screen and Felix gasped.

"No!"

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"I want a relationship like Anna and Kristof's." I said, making Felix hum.

"Except, I don't want the absolute absurd density they have."

"I think you already do." Felix said, making me slap his shoulder.

"Um, rude?" He laughed.

"And what do you mean by that?" I asked.

"How dumb are you?" He asked, making my eyes widen.

"Stop being mean bro!" I said.

"Y/n." I stilled, looking up and making as best eye contact I could with him in the darkness.

"Will you be the Duchess to my O'Malley?" He asked, making my jaw drop.

"Stop, because they're literally adorable-"

"Y/n.." He sighed.

"Yeah- Oh- Yeah- Yes- Mhm- Yeah- Sounds good- Gre-" I was cut off by Felix bringing his hand up to my cheek, and giving me a questioning look. I nodded and that's all it took for him to bring my face closer to his and kiss my lips softly.

[kira-ani-mcgrath]

It's canon that Hans is ambidextrous, or at least far better than the average person at using his non-dominant hand.

As I was going through his first scene in Frozen, I noticed that Hans almost exclusively uses his left hand, even though he is right-handed (as far as we know). My observation got me curious about every scene he appears in, so here's all my notes under the cut.

This also made me think of the glove theory (TL;DR: one glove off only reveals half one's true self, and, more specifically, under the left glove is fear and trauma, under the right glove is confidence and power) which has actually morphed into a side-of-the-body motif for Hans in my fics. So it's interesting to go through his hand gestures with that in mind. Makes for some fun morsels to chew on.

The first scene Anna and Hans meet:

He offers his left hand to help her stand up

He bends his left arm when half-bowing (his right arm stays straight)

He goes down on his right knee with his right hand in the boat while his left arm is draped over his raised left knee

He catches Anna with his left hand/arm and braces with his right

His left arm stays up when Anna lands on top of him, then hovers over her back

His left hand takes Anna's as he helps her stand again (his right briefly helps by supporting her left elbow)

Anna passes him on his left side (and he turns to stay facing her as she does)

He lifts his left hand in goodbye

He raises the boat off of him with his left hand

In the chapel, Hans again waves to Anna with his left hand, although he looks quite uncomfortably pinned between a larger man on his right and the man sleeping on his left shoulder, so it's possible he just couldn't move his right arm.

When Hans catches Anna in the ballroom ("Glad I caught you"), it's with his right hand (the left is holding a champagne glass, which he places on a passing waiter's tray).

Montage bits:

When Anna bumps Hans' nose with her left hand, he lifts his right hand to it to check for blood

Hans playfully bumps Anna with his right shoulder (which she returns with more force). Right after that, he asks about her white hair and points to it with his left hand.

Setup and singing of Love is an Open Door:

He eats the krumcake with his left hand, his right beneath it to catch any crumbs

When Hans tells Anna he would never shut her out, he takes her left hand in his right hand

"I've been searching my whole life" He gestures to himself with his right hand. "to find my own place" Right hand still on his chest, he gestures to Arendelle with his left.

Brushes Anna's cheek with his right hand

Leads with his right side to tip the chair and join Anna on the table (left foot on the edge of the seat, right foot on the top of the back, right arm extended, Anna yanks him forward)

Anna is on Hans' left side during sock sliding, so it's his left hand he uses to stabilize her [he's also ahead of her, but when the scene cuts to them hiding from the guard, Anna is ahead of him, and he swings behind the door with his right hand]. Anna then grabs him by the right hand to lead him away.

Stargazing, Anna is on Hans' left side. She grabs his left arm when she says, "Sandwiches!"

"Jinx!" is with the right hands, "Jinx again!" with the left

Hans uses his right hand to take Anna's left before they begin dancing atop the lighthouse

On top of the waterfall, Hans' left hand is holding Anna's right, and he uses this hand to spin her

Hans takes Anna's left hand in both of his when he proposes

When searching the ballroom for Elsa:

Anna is leading Hans by his right hand. This is the hand/arm she holds when they find Elsa.

When they ask for Elsa's blessing, they each put the opposite hand on the other's arm.

Hans keeps his left hand over Anna's left hand while it's on his right arm.

They drop to holding hands (Anna's left, Hans' right), then Hans takes Anna's right hand with his left after she grabs his shoulder as she talks.

Anna lifts both hands away simultaneously in excitement, but drops them back into Hans' hands.

She drops Hans' left hand when Elsa throws water on her fire, but keeps hold of Hans' right and then moves both hands to his elbow.

Hans lifts his left hand in gesture when he tries to talk to Elsa. When she shuts him down, he moves his left hand to hold Anna's right hand (both her hands are still on his arm, her right hand on top and her left hand behind).

Anna then leaves Hans to go after Elsa, resulting in her accidentally removing Elsa's left glove.

When Hans gets closer to Elsa's ice spikes, he's slightly leading with his right side in a cautious approach. [Interesting aside, he's initially looking at Elsa, but as he creeps closer, he looks to Anna, and keeps his eyes there until the camera cuts to the closeup of his face where he raises his eyes from the floor/spikes to Elsa's face. Also, after Elsa flees, everyone stares after her, but Hans' focus quickly shifts to Anna.]

When Hans catches up to Anna at the edge of the fjord, he puts his right hand on Anna's right shoulder and his left somewhere on her upper back/behind her left shoulder. As he watches the fjord freeze, his right hand lifts and withdraws, leaving his left hand on Anna's left shoulder.

While Hans and Anna are making their way through the castle courtyard:

Hans reaches after Anna with his left hand when he asks her if she knew.

When Hans supports that Anna's completely ordinary, he puts his left hand on her left shoulder, and lifts his right as he adds "In the best way."

When the Duke gets confrontational, Hans gestures with his right hand as he's contradicting him.

When Hans tells Anna it's too dangerous, he has his left hand on her right shoulder.

When she pulls away, he reaches for her with his right hand, but ends up taking her right hand in his left.

When Anna says she needs him to take care of Arendelle, her right hand is still in his left, and he lifts it and places his right hand over top hers.

Anna pulls away from him, his hands still linger after her, his right slightly longer than his left.

He takes the reins of Anna's horse in his left hand, dropping them when she rides off.

Hans in the winter coat, passing out cloaks:

He walks into the square from the left side of the scene, the passage to the castle gates

Holds a stack of three folded cloaks in his right hand while gesturing with his left

Takes the woman's right hand in his left; when she takes a cloak, he returns his hand to support the stack

Puts his right hand on a guard's shoulder as he hands off the two cloaks in his left hand

When the Duke raves at him and he decides to fire back, he points with his right hand

He turns his right side to look behind him at Anna's horse returning

He has both hands up trying to calm the horse

He grabs the reins with his left hand, then reaches for the snout with his right. As he gets the horse to calm down, he strokes the muzzle with his right.

After the cutaway, his hand has dropped out of the frame, and on the full-body shot, he has transferred the reins to his right hand

He raises his left hand as he calls for volunteers

At Elsa's ice palace:

He dismounts Sitron over the left side, keeping the reins in his left as he does

He switches the reins to his right hand as he turns to face the search party with, "Do you understand?"

He leads Sitron forward with the reins in his right hand

Hans drops the reins when Marshmallow awakens, backing away with his left arm more forward and his right more behind

He draws his sword with his right hand from the scabbard that hangs on his left side

After ducking a swing from Marshmallow, he leaps back and grips the hilt with both hands

The next time he's back in-scene, it's right-hand only on the sword and he holds out his left arm out. It's difficult to tell if it's just for balance as he adjusts his feet or if he's trying to prevent the Arendelle guard from getting too close to Marshmallow.

He leaps and rolls to the left to avoid Marshmallow's swing

[Scene cuts to the Weselton guards and Elsa before back to Hans]

He rolls to the left to avoid a stomp, losing his sword, which he grabs with his left hand

He uses both hands to slice Marshmallow's leg

As Marshmallow goes off-balance, Hans motions the guards forward with his left hand as he yells, "Come on!"

Hans grabs onto the staircase with his left hand, holding his sword in his right. He tosses the sword up onto the stairs, grabs the edge right next to where his left hand is gripping, then his left hand grabs the railing lattice, followed by his right grabbing the now-extended guard's hand. The guards reach down to help him up, and he raises his left to grip the railing as they pull him up by his right arm.

[Scene cuts back to Elsa and the Weselton guards]

Hans leads the group into the room, his sword in his scabbard while the rest of the party has their swords drawn

He throws out both arms to stop the group

He pleads with Elsa, his left hand extended forward toward her and his right to the side

When he redirects the crossbow, his left hand is on the guard's wrist and his right on the bow

Hans and Elsa in the dungeon:

Hans enters, leading with his left side and holding the lantern aloft with his left hand before setting it on the bench

He closes the door with his right hand

His right hand rubs his left upper arm from the cold before his left arm folds into his right, his left hand tucked beneath his right elbow

He untucks his left hand to rub his right arm, then tucks it back under the right elbow

In the library:

Gestures with his left hand and looks over his left shoulder as he says he's going to look for Anna

Gestures with his right fist when he says "If anything happens to her-"

Hans reaches for Anna with both arms, his right slightly more forward than his left

Pulls Anna to him, his right hand on her lower back and his left hand grasping her right shoulder

His left hand slips from her shoulder as she wraps her hands around his neck, then returns there as she lowers her arms again

His left hand continues to hold her shoulder as supports her weight she crumples in pain

He uses his left arm to go under her knees and carry her to the couch

His right hand strokes her cheek and tilts her chin up

His right hand pushes off his right knee as he stands upright

He closes the curtain with his right hand

He removes his right glove with his left hand, and gives a small gesture with the now-bare hand

Licks his right index finger and extinguishes the candle's flame between his index finger and thumb, his left hand holding his right glove

Makes a small gesture with his right hand, the left appears to mirror it but can't fully due to holding the glove

Gestures again with the right hand, the left is hidden behind his torso due to the camera angle

Switches his glove to the right hand as he says "But you"

Raises both hands in a sort of shrug as he says "You were so desperate"

Picks up the pitcher of water with his left hand, turns slightly to the left and looks over his left shoulder as he says "-just like that."

Walks to the fireplace, then turns slightly to the right and looks over his right shoulder and gestures with his right hand

Pours the water with his left hand as he says he would have had to stage an accident for Elsa

Finishes pouring the water with his left hand, gestures with his right as he says "-and you were dumb enough-"

Places the pitcher on the table and immediately puts his right glove back into his left hand

Shrugs slightly with both shoulders then puts both hands behind his back as he says "-kill Elsa-"

Goes down on his left knee with his left hand (holding the right glove) on his left thigh, his right knee raised and supporting his right elbow [the opposite of his kneel in the rowboat]

Lifts Anna's chin with his right hand

Braces his right hand on his right thigh as he stands

Puts his right glove back on

Opens the right-side door with his right hand

Holds the edge of the open door with his right hand before using that hand to pull the door closed behind him

In the council chamber:

Pushes the right-side door open with his right hand

Braces himself on the handle of the door with his right hand

The Duke puts his right hand on Hans' left shoulder as Hans gestures with his right hand to the dignitary offering Hans his own seat

Hans braces himself with his right hand on the arm of the chair as he sits down. His left elbow comes to rest on the other arm of the chair.

His right arm slips forward as he says Anna died in his arms

When the camera angle shifts, his left hand grips the raised part of the left chair arm. His right arm is more forward, the elbow resting presumably on the raised part of the right chair arm.

In the dungeon:

Hans reaches for the Arendelle guard's shoulder with his right hand and pulls him aside

He pushes aside another guard with his left arm

He steps through the gap and over the fallen debris leading with his left leg

On the frozen fjord:

Hans is leading with his left side, his left hand raised above his head and his right near his waist

He uses his left hand to amplify his call to Elsa

Both hands hover near his waist, his left side still more forward than his right

Talking to Elsa, his left hand is higher than his right and near his heart

As Elsa collapses on the fjord, his right arm looks slightly more forward than his left

[Cuts to Anna and Kristoff, cuts back to Hans and Elsa]

Hans has his sword in his right hand, his left hand balled in a fist

He adjusts his grip on the sword with just his right hand, his left hand still in a fist

[Cuts to Anna and Kristoff, cuts back to Hans and Elsa]

Hans has his sword raised in his right hand, his left hand is raised mid-chest and now open but with his fingers curled

Left hand re-closes into a fist as Hans begins the downswing

When flying back, his left side is more back than his right, and as he lands his right arm is up in the air

He lands on his left side, judging from the way his right arm appears to drape over his torso and the direction of the soles of his boots

After the thaw:

He grips the rail with his right hand (his left is hidden), his right knee raised and his left shin parallel to the deck

His left hand and forearm comes into view as he continues trying to stand up. His left leg appears to falter, which would make sense since he seemed to land on his left side out on the ice.

His left hand and forearm braces against the rail as his right hand rubs his chin (his left knee is still lower than his right)

[Cuts to the group, then back to Hans]

Still bracing with his left arm and holding his chin with his right as he sees Anna, his right hand falls away from his face

He stands, pushing off the rail with his left hand and bracing his right hand on his right knee

He makes a small gesture with his right hand as he walks the two steps to her, leading with his left leg. Both arms remain at his sides.

When Anna punches Hans, his left hand flies up first and higher than his right, then goes downward/overboard first. His left leg goes up higher than his right.

As he falls into the water, both arms are up and back, but his left leg is down toward the water and right leg is back like his arms

The ship brig:

When Hans enters the frame, his left side is angled toward the floor. It's his left side that hits the floor. His left hand is in a fist as his left arm is pinned, his right hand is open as his right arm flails.

He momentarily braces his right hand against the floor

He uses both hands to push the bucket off his head, then pushes himself up off the floor with both hands/arms

He sits up, his right leg raised, and lifts his right hand to his head. His left leg is bent at the knee but parallel to the floor, his left palm against the floor.

Frozen Fever cameo:

Hans has his right hand on the back of the shovel handle, and his left hand in the middle of the handle

He looks back over his right shoulder

His left hand releases the shovel handle a fraction of a second before his right hand does

Once the snowball hits, we can see both his legs, but only his left hand, not his right. Even when half the snowball breaks off and falls to the ground, we still can only see his left hand.

Bonus: That Hans animation test/promo where he's doing swordplay with his left hand even though his scabbard is also on his left side (it goes on the opposite side of the hand you would draw the sword with, which is typically going to be the one you're better at using for swordplay).

Parting thought: If you want to add an extra twist to this, you could also headcanon that Hans is actually left-handed, but has trained to use his right hand, probably since childhood. (He could have been forced to do so because of family/royal/cultural reasons, an injury, an illness, etc., or he could have taken it upon himself because everyone else in his family was right-handed and he wanted to measure up as best he could, or a combination of both because he was mercilessly teased for it.) And, if you'd like to take that a step further, the result is him being dominantly right-handed when doing anything that requires either a certain mask (confidence, or at least not letting his true feelings show) or his royal education (socializing, leadership, sword fighting, etc.)... which is most of the time, but slipping up and using his left hand when he's more genuine or worried/stressed (whether he actually shows it in his face/voice or not), and/or when he's sure he's alone.

[joekeeryswife]

Co-Parents 2 - J.Q

HELLO LOVES! how is everyone? here’s a part two, i hope you enjoy it! these dad imagines fill my heart with so much love so thank you for taking the time to read them 🥹 there’s probably a lot of mistakes so sorry about that but enjoy <3

your relationship with Joseph had been great. he moved back in with you and sold the apartment, this made Lockie very happy. you had never seen her this happy. she always had a smile on her face and she rarely cried. it had been seven months since Joseph moved back in and you finally had your family back. before you had broken up, you and Joseph always talked about having three kids. it had been your dream to have three kids and now you were back together, you guys started talking about it again.

Penelope was 15 months old and Lockie was just about to turn 5. you were all sat on the sofa, cuddled up with each other whilst watching 'Frozen'. Penelope was on Joseph's chest asleep whilst Lockie was next to you, cuddling into your side as she watched Olaf talk about summer. "i love Olaf" she said, eyes fixated in the tv screen. you and Joseph turned your heads to look at her, a wide smile on your face. "do you? is he your favourite character?" you asked, a hand tickling her side.

she squealed and nodded. "he is, who's your favourite character?" she asked you when Joseph. you turned to Joseph and then back to Lockie. "well, i like Sven. he's cute" you said, her head falling back to your chest. "i like Else. she's got powers duh" Joseph said, making you and Lockie laugh. you guys watched the film for a bit longer and rested your head on Joseph's shoulder. he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and stroked your arm as you watched Anna, Olaf, Sven and Kristoff walk.

the film ended with Lockie half asleep, Penelope drooling on Joseph's chest. "mama" Lockie said, making you look down at her. you pulled her onto your lap, allowing her to cuddle more into you. "yes sweetheart" you replied, stroking the hair out of her face. "when can i have a brother?" she asked sleepily, making a bright blush appear on your face. Joseph choked on air and he held Penelope close as he coughed, trying not to wake her up.

"give me a chance locks, i've only just come back" Joseph joked, making you turn to him and laugh. "you wanted a sister and now you want a brother?" you said, making her look up from your chest. she rubbed her eye and nodded her head. "Daisy's mum just gave her a brother and now i want one" she said, yawning after finishing her sentence. "you know love, we can't control the gender of the baby. what would you do if it was another sister?" Joseph asked, looking at Lockie's facial expression.

"but i really want a brother daddy." Lockie said, a pleading tone in her voice. he sighed before nodding. "i'll see what i can do love but for now, it's time for bed missy" he said, standing up with Penelope still in his arms. she whined before you stood up, her head falling to your shoulder. you both walked up the stairs, you in front of Joseph. you walked to Lockie's room, moving the duvet back and putting her in her bed and tucking her in.

you passed Muffin to her and then kissed her cheek. "night sweetheart" you said, seeing her eyes flutter closed as sleep took over her body. you walked out of her room, seeing Joseph exiting Penelope's room. he walked towards you as you closed the bedroom door. he wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead. you laughed and spoke up. "i need to say goodnight to P and you need to say goodnight to locks. off you go" you said, pulling away from the hug and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

he walked into Lockie's room and you walked into Penelope's, seeing her curled up with her blanket around her. her hair was disheveled and her lips were slightly parted as she took each small breath. she was drooling a little so you swiped it away with your finger, bending down to stroke her hair and kiss her flushed cheek. she stirred slightly, bringing her blanket closet to her chest. you smiled at your little girl, seeing how cute she was. you'd hate to admit it but you did have two beautiful daughters.

you walked out of Penelope's room, closing the door quietly as you left. you saw Joseph entering your room so you followed closely behind. you two got ready for bed in silence, thoughts on both of your minds as you slipped on your pyjama t-shirt. you walked to the bathroom and took off your makeup then brushed your teeth, seeing Joseph come in after you to brush his.

you spat out your toothpaste and walked into the bedroom and got into bed. Joseph came in a short time later, seeing you already cuddled up in your usual position. he turned off the light and got into bed next to you, pulling you into his embrace. you closed your eyes and took in his scent, feeling a familiar love growing in your heart. "maybe we should have another baby" Joseph whispered, making your eyes widen.

you looked up from his chest and he watched as a smile grew on your face. "really?" you said, excitement filling your tone as your smile grew. he nodded his head and smiled back at you. "as much as i love my girls, i really think we should try get a boy" he said, a light blush appearing on his cheeks as he admitted to what he'd been thinking about these past few months. "maybe we should" you said, moving your hand up to stroke his cheek gingerly. you pulled him in for a kiss which he reciprocated. (a/n sorry but i am not writing smut so just use your imagination here 💀)

-

a few weeks later, you were sat on the bathroom floor with the positive pregnancy test in your hand. Joseph had taken Lockie and Penelope to the park because you weren't feeling to well. you were constantly nauseous, you had the worst headache and the smell of red meat made you feel like you needed to throw up. you knew you were pregnant before you'd taken the test. you had all these symptoms with both Lockie and Penelope and now you were having them again with this one.

"babe" you heard Joseph shout, pulling you out your thoughts. you wiped your nose and walked out into your bedroom where you put the pregnancy test in your bedside table. you walked down the stairs, seeing Penelope asleep in Joseph's arms and Lockie was running towards you. "mama hi" she said, face hitting your leg as she hugged your knee. "hi love, how was the park?" you asked, stroking her hair softly. "it was so fun mama, P and me went on the slide" she said, looking up at you. you widened your eyes and smiled. "wow that sounds so fun. i wish i came now" you replied her smile growing as she let go of your leg.

she ran off to her bedroom to undoubtedly go play with her toys. Penelope suddenly woke up, looking around the room quietly. "she fell asleep in the car on the way home because she didn't have her nap beforehand" Joseph said, a hand going up to stroke her cheek. she looked around the room and spotted you, her arms went out to grab you. you smiled and took her from Joseph's arms. "hi sweetheart" you said, her arms wrapping around your neck.

her dummy fell out of her mouth onto the floor and Joseph picked it up. her arms around you tightened as you kissed her temple. you sniffled a bit, the tears from earlier still in your throat, Joseph took notice of this. "hey, you okay?" he said, a sympathetic look on his face. you nodded and smiled. "yeah i'm okay, i just need to tell you something later" you said, leaning in to kiss his cheek. he looked confused before nodding and walking up the stairs to go see Lockie.

after dinner and a movie, you put Lockie and Penelope to bed before running into the bedroom. you took the pregnancy test out of the drawn and sat on the bed, waiting for Joseph to come into the bedroom so you could tell him the good news. "hey" you said, as he entered the bedroom. he smiled and said hello back before you patted the bed next to you. he frowned before walking to sit next opposite you.

"what did you need to talk about?" he asked before a huge smile spread across your face before you pulled out the pregnancy test from your hoodie pocket. you placed it in his hands and saw the tears fill his eyes as he looked at the digital test. he looked up from the test and pulled you into his arms, making you squeal and laugh. his head was in your neck as he cried happy tears. "oh my god. we are having another baby" he said, loud sobs coming from him. "i'm so happy" he said, pulling away from your neck. you smiled and wiped the tears off his cheeks and kissed him.

-

you were now 9 months pregnant. your carvings were mint ice cream with strawberries, pickles and peanut butter, apples and ketchup and the weirdest one of all- peanut butter and hot sauce on toast. the girls loved your bump and they loved feeling their baby brother or sister kick. worth Lockie and Penelope, you found out their genders but with this baby you decided to wait until they were born to see what they were. their bedroom was a light yellow and it was completely ready, you were waiting for your little baby to arrive.

you were walking to the park with Lockie, Penelope and Joseph, hoping to get this baby out of you. Joseph had been the best support during your whole pregnancy. he'd do anything and everything for you. you'd recently started having a few contractions a day but not as frequent as they should be for you to give birth. you arm was linked with Joseph's as you saw the park coming into your view. your feet were achy and swollen so maybe walking here wasn't the best idea. you winced slightly as your foot ached more, making Joseph's attention turn from the girls in front of him, to you.

"you okay?" he asked as he watched your walk have a slight waddle to it. your free hand was on your bump as you walked, stroking it softly as a sign of comfort. you sighed before nodding, showing him your best fake smile. in all honesty your feet and legs weee killing you. you wanted to spend the day with your family and not be in pain but that was what came with pregnancy. he nodded and looked back at Penelope and Lockie who were running around as they walked together on the path.

once you reached the park you saw it was practically empty which was good. Joseph helped you walked to the bench and sat you down and then sat down next to you. you guys watched as Lockie and Penelope climbed up the slide ladder and then slid down. "daddy can you push me on the swing?" Lockie asked, pulling him out of his thoughts. he nodded and got up, walking over to the swings and helped Lockie into the swing chair. Penelope walked to you, making grabby arms. "up peas" she said, making you smile at her. she hadn't grasped the concept of saying please but peas was good enough.

you bent down as best as you could with your bump getting in the way and picked her up. you set her on your lap once you were sat back up right. "you have fun on the slide love?" you asked her, making her nod her head. her tiny hand resting on your swollen belly as she felt the baby kick. she squealed and let her head fall to your chest, making you laugh. "baby is kicking for you, they love you" you said to her, kissing her temple softly.

"mama, baby soon?" she asked, she'd been able to form little sentences and you were so proud of her. "yes sweetheart. the baby's coming soon. any day now" you said, smiling at her. she clapped her hands and turned to see Lockie and Joseph at the swings. Lockie squealed as Joseph pushed her higher and higher, a wide smile on his face. you suddenly felt an awful contraction hit in your lower stomach making you groan in pain, making Penelope's head turn towards you.

“mama okay?” she said, a scared look on her face. “i’m okay baby.” you said, stroking her hair. Joseph looked over at you and saw your pained expression on your face. he helped Lockie out of the swing then rushed to you. “you okay love?” he asked, raking Penelope off your lap and then bent down to your level. you shook your head and cried in pain when another, painful contraction hit you. Lockie and Penelope looked watched as you groaned in pain. “is mama okay?” Lockie said to Joseph as he helped you stand up from the bench.

“she’s okay sweetheart. we have to go home though, hold Penelope’s hand please” he said, hand stroking yours as you all started walking home. luckily the park wasn’t to far away so you wouldn’t have to walk far, Joseph called him mum as you walked home, asking her to come watch the girls as you needed to go to the hospital. you had to stop three times on the way home, the contractions getting too much. Penelope had never experienced anything like this before so hearing the painful groans was all to much for the two year old.

you arrived home after 20 minutes which should have been a 10 minutes but nevertheless you got home. Joseph ran up the stairs, grabbing the baby bag from the baby’s bedroom and walked down the stairs. he saw a shocked Penelope, her bottom lip quivering as she heard your heavy breathing and groans become more frequent. her arms were raised, wanting him to pick her up. he put the bag by the door and then walked back to her, pulling her into a hug as she cried into his neck. Lockie, bless her heart, was used to hearing the groans from the last time.

“mamas okay P, the baby’s coming” she said, seeing Joseph rocking her side to side in the hug. Joseph’s mum had arrived, helping you as you breathed through a contraction. “baby coming?” Penelope said, looking up from Joseph’s neck. he smiled and nodded, wiping the tears from her flushed cheeks. “yes sweetheart, the baby’s coming. you gonna go say goodbye to mama?” he asked her. as soon as he saw her nod he let her down and watched her waddle towards you, hugging your leg. Lockie followed shortly after, hugging your other leg.

you smiled and kneeled down, pulling them both in for a hug. you kissed both their temples and said your goodbyes before Joseph helped you into the car. “you ready?” he said, getting into the car after saying his goodbyes to his favourite girls and his mum and putting the bag in the boot of the car. “as ready as i’ll ever be” you said, grabbing ahold of his hand as he drove off, ready for the new addition of the family to arrive.

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your birth was quick. you’d gotten to the hospital and was told you were already 6cm dilated. you were in your hospital bed for a mere 3 hours before you were pushing out your third beautiful baby. you’d been in the hospital for a day after as you had a few stitches but today you finally got to go home and see your girls. you dressed your baby in a neutral colour before putting them in their car seat. Joseph watched as you put the safety straps together and then as you stood up. he walked behind you and wrapped his arms securely around your waist. “you did so well sweetheart. i’m so proud of you” he said, kissing your cheek.

you blushed and looked at your baby who had a small smile on their face as they slept. “thank you Joey. this was definitely the easiest one don’t you think?” you asked feeling the warmth of his arms disappear as he walked to pick up the baby bag, ready to go home. “oh 100%. well, i honestly didn’t do much it was all you” Joseph said, making you chuckle. “i can carry the bag Joseph, you just have to carry the car seat” you said, slipping on your slippers and cardigan as you were ready to be discharged.

he shook his head and picked up the car seat. “no way, just hold onto my arm as we walk please” he said, putting his arm out for you to link yours with his. you and Joseph walked to the car and he helped you in before going round to the other side of the car to strap the baby’s car seat in. the car journey home was practically silent. Joseph would take small glances at you through the rear view mirror and would see you smiling across at your baby, your finger in the baby’s grasp as they slept.

you arrived home and Joseph quickly ran to your side of the car and helped you up then walked with you around to the other side to get the baby out. as soon as you entered the house, your two girls ran up to you, their tiny arms wrapping around your legs as they gave you a hug. “mama i missed you” Lockie said, your hands falling to run through their hair. “i missed you too. let’s go to the living room” you said, making them run and sit on the sofa. “congratulations” Joseph’s mum said, gently bringing you in for a hug. you thanked her and hugged her back before you all walked to the living room, seeing the girls sat on the sofa, a pillow on both their laps as they waited to hold the newest addition to their family.

you laughed and sat down next to Penelope who watched as Joseph set the car seat on the coffee table in front of them, giving them a perfect view of the new baby. “you ready to hold them?” you asked, seeing Joseph un-clip the car seat safety strap. the girls squealed and watched wide eyed as Joseph pulled the baby out carefully from the car seat. Joseph set the baby on Penelope’s lap carefully, making sure she was holding their head. luckily you were sat there helping her hold the baby.

after a few minutes of Penelope holding the baby, you picked him up and walked around to where Lockie was and placed the baby on her lap. both girls were mesmerised as they watched the baby wriggle in Lockie’s arms. “mama, what’s the baby’s name?” Lockie said, stroking the baby’s cheek softly, making the baby grimace slightly before going back to its calm self. “his name is Noah” you said smiling, revealing the gender to his mum and the girls. “i got my brother” Lockie said, a wide grin appearing on her face. you laughed and nodded, now moving the baby to be on both girls so they could take in the beautiful baby in front of them.

Joseph and his mum stood and watched the three of you interact with Noah, smiles on both of their faces. his mum pulling him in for a hug after a while of watching you. “i told you things would work out didnt i?” his mum said in a matter of fact tone. he laughed and nodded his head, feeling his mums hand rub his back. “you did” he said, his mum kissing him on the cheek. not only did he get his family back, especially you, but he got a beautiful son out of it and he’d never been more grateful that he got you back.

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Happy Winter Sleepover! ❄️

What about Little Anna & some Winter fun!?!

“Tracking down your mittens, hats, scarves, heavy socks before heading into the cold”

“going sledding together and ending up in the snow”

& “Unexpected snowball fight” bc of course Frank needs a reason to “help” Anna win of course 😂

Hellllloooooo my lovely!! I’m really trying to keep these on the shorter side but I can’t seem to do that but more Anna Raven is never a bad thing so I hope you like this one. (More Irreplaceable is coming too) Thank you for sending this one in, I do love writing for this family ♥️

Snow Day

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Tattoo Artist Billy Russo x F! Reader; supporting character(s) Frank Castle

Warnings: All the fluff

Word Count: 1.9K-ish

Summary: Pretty self explanatory but Anna is VERY excited for her first snow day and excited she gets to play with Mom, Dad, and Uncle Frank.

Part of The Sweetest Pain Series

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

“It’s snowing, Mommy!!” She squealed with excitement.

Anna Raven pointed her chubby little finger toward the full length windows as she stood next to you while large flakes of snow floated past your faces, some of them kissing the glass on the way down. It was falling like confetti from the silver clouds up above and she had the look of pure joy on her face.

“Yes it is, baby girl! And we’re supposed to get a lot of snow later so maybe tomorrow we can go to the park and play. Does that sound like fun?” You asked.

Anna was clapping her hands and jumping up and down; she was so excited.

“Can Daddy play too?” She asked.

Bending down to her level, you looked into her big brown eyes that were just like her father’s and with a warm smile, replied “I’m sure Daddy would love to play in the snow with us. I just hope he makes it home later because it’s starting to fall faster.”

The city down below was slowly turning into a clean blanket of white. It was always very peaceful watching the snow fall down onto the hectic streets underneath from inside your warm apartment.

The naked tree branches were frozen and snow was starting to pile up which cast twisted and knotted shadows on the ground. Frost patterns that had started to form on the windows shined as the soft warm light from inside your home lightly touched them revealing their unique patterns.

“Pretty…” Said Little Raven as she gently touched the glass with her finger, pointing at the snowflakes that were stuck to the window.

This snowstorm was reminiscent of the day Anna was born. The snow was light but it came down hard and fast; you almost didn’t make it to the hospital in time for her arrival and Billy also came dangerously close to missing his daughter being born.

Now, almost four years later, you looked down at the beautiful little girl you and Billy had brought into the world and could not wait to play with her outside on her very first snow day.

Now if you could only remember where you put all of your winter outerwear…

After only a couple of hours of worrying, Billy did make it home that night. It was late and Little Raven had already gone to sleep but he did make it home safe. His flushed frozen cheeks didn’t stop him from flashing that perfect smile at you as soon as he walked through the door.

All he wanted to do was hold you, shower, and go to bed but not before peeking in on Anna to watch her sleep for a few minutes. His client had been difficult and exhausting.

When Billy suggested he finish the tattoo another time on account of the snow, his client became testy and complained how long he had to wait the first time for an appointment. He didn’t want to wait for another one so Billy stayed to finish it and he was completely out of gas by the time he arrived home.

Another wide smile stretched across his face when you told him how excited Anna was to play in the snow tomorrow. You were excited for Billy too; this was the kind of thing that he never got to experience when he was a child but he is able to now with his own family.

Before falling asleep, Billy whispered “Oh…Frankie said they’ll be over in the morning. They already canceled school so we’re all gonna have a snow day. Sound good, sweet girl?”

“That sounds perfect, handsome.” You said.

The Next Morning

You felt like your head barely hit the pillow before you heard little feet hit the floor. Anna ran to the living room to look out the window before she came charging into your bedroom.

“Mommy! Look at all the snow!! Wake up, Daddy!” She yelled, pulling on Billy’s arm.

“Alright, little miss. We’re awake.” Billy said, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and letting out an extended yawn.

“I gotta go potty.” Don’t go play without me.” Said Anna.

The two of you chuckled.

Billy gazed at you, his eyes shined like two pieces of onyx as he inched closer to give you a kiss. His long agile fingers danced up and down your arm that was sleeved as he said, “You have really nice tattoos. Your artist is really talented.”

You felt warmth rise to your cheeks and a smile stretched across your lips. “Are you flirting with me, Mr. Russo?” You asked.

“Maybe.” Said Billy, with a devilish smile on his face.

“Well you can flirt with me later, I’m sure Frank will be here soon.” You said.

Billy tossed the blanket off of his body. “You’re starting to know Frankie the way I know Frankie. And I’m pretty sure you’re right. We better get up but first I’m gonna give you one more kiss.”

As soon as Billy’s lips touched yours, you heard three loud raps at your door.

“Rise and shine, Russo’s! Let’s go!” Frank boomed from behind the front door.

You helped Little Raven in the bathroom before she ran out into the living room.

“Uncle Frankie!!!” Anna screamed. “You see all the snow!”

Frank picked her up and placed her on his hip. “I did, Little Raven. Go with Mommy and get dressed so we can go play. I’ll try and wake your dad up with some coffee.” Frank said, as Billy emerged from the bedroom, his raven colored hair was all over the place.

“I had to hunt for it but I found all the winter stuff; I’m gonna go get her ready. Time to get dressed, lieutenant.” You said. The bristles of his beard tickled your lips as you kissed him on the cheek.

“Roger that.” Billy replied, lightly smacking your ass as you walked past him.

It was still snowing a little when you arrived at the park. The air was cold; it made your breath visible as you all walked to find a decent hill to sled down. The sound of the snow beneath your feet made a slight crunching sound. Peeking out from behind the clouds, the sun shone down onto the snow covered surfaces making everything appear brighter.

It was beautiful.

Listening to Junior and Lisa laugh as they pulled Anna around on one of the sleds was music to your ears and you watched as Billy and Frank go from what you thought would be an innocent snowball toss to a full blown snowball fight; it made you laugh.

This is the family life Billy deserved to have; it’s the life you deserved to have. Lisa gave Anna a snowball that was so big she had to hold it with both hands while Frank picked her up and told her to put it down the back of her father’s coat.

With snow clinging to her eyelashes and the ends of her dark brown hair, you watched Anna play, throw snowballs, and she even helped build a snowman. She rolled a ball of snow until she couldn’t push it anymore; you helped her after that but she was so pleased with how much she did herself.

“Dad, I found a hill we can sled down…over there.” Junior pointed to a spot in the park where a lot of kids were sledding.

“That’s a little steep, isn’t it?” Frank said.

“We can do it, Dad.” Lisa said.

“I meant steep for Little Raven.” Said Frank.

“I’ll go down with her, she’ll be fine.” Billy said, looking over at you and giving you a wink.

You just smiled and said, “Well I kinda need to see this.”

Your toes were starting to get cold despite wearing the warmest socks you could find. Also, it might have been a good idea to take Billy up on the hand warmers he offered you.

Next time you would; everyone seemed to be winding down anyway and Anna would need a nap soon but you watched as they all trekked up the hill, sleds in tow, and little Raven on top of her father’s shoulders.

She looked so excited.

Billy firmly placed Anna in front of him, making sure there was no possible way she could fall out. Junior was going down by himself; Frank and Lisa were in the sled next to Billy. It looked like they were going to race to see who could get to the bottom of the hill the fastest.

You waited at the bottom of the hill for them, out of the way so you wouldn’t get run over by other people in their sleds. They pushed themselves forward and took off down the hill. Gaining speed, Junior was in the lead with Lisa and Frank catching up.

It looked as though Billy was so concerned about Anna falling off, that he got distracted and three quarters of the way down the hill, he fell off the back but Little Raven remained upright and slid almost right to you.

The smile on her face was probably the biggest smile you had ever seen her make. It took up her entire face; it was Billy’s smile.

Billy, however, was not smiling.

“Look at you! Did you have fun?” You asked Anna, scooping her up into your arms and kissing her flushed cheeks.

“Where Daddy go?” She asked.

Frank and the kids couldn’t stop laughing. Billy had snow covering his black beanie, the tips of his long dark lashes had snow stuck in them, and snow covered the back of his black jacket. You tried to control your laughter but you couldn’t.

“Well baby, Daddy fell off the sled.” You said, biting back a smile.

Billy trudged up to you with a scowl on his face. “Oh it’s sooooo funny isn’t it.” He said sarcastically.

“Daddy ok?” Little Raven asked with concern in her tiny voice.

“At least someone is concerned for my well-being.” He said as the scowl disappeared and a slight smile took its place.

“Oh come on, Bill. You fell off the back of a sled, not off a cliff.” Said Frank, still laughing.

“Yes baby, Daddy’s ok. His pride is just a little hurt, that’s all.” Said Billy.

With his lip curled into a half smile, Frank said, “Well I gotta hand it to ya, Bill. You managed to fall off without tossing Little Raven out of the sled. I don’t know if that’s skill or luck.”

“You ok, handsome?” You asked with Anna sitting on your hip.

He inched closer to you and kissed your forehead. “I’m fine, sweet girl.”

Anna let out a long yawn, the tip of her nose was cherry red, and her eyes were almost halfway closed.

“Looks like someone’s tired.” Frank said with a warm smile.

“Who wants hot chocolate?” You asked.

Junior and Lisa’s hands shot straight up in the air.

“I do! I do!” They both said in unison.

“Ok, we’ll have hot chocolate at Uncle Billy’s and Auntie y/n’s so they can put Little Raven down for a nap. Then we’ll go so they can have a nap too. Can’t give Anna a sibling without a nap, right Bill?” Frank whispered with a wink.

You playfully rolled your eyes while Billy nudged Frank’s arm.

“Real smooth, Frankie. Real smooth.”

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Love Beyond Time - Chapter 1: A Fateful Encounter

It's finally here y'all! Please enjoy something that caused a lot of sweat and tears for me ❤️😭

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in this story besides my OFC and potential future OCs. This is purely a work of enjoyment.

Series Masterlist

The heart of London pulsated with energy as Lady Elizabeth Pierce, a woman of resplendent African descent, emerged from her stately home onto the bustling streets. Her radiant skin, as rich as the coffee beans of Ethiopia, contrasted beautifully with her elegant white dress. Her tightly coiled hair was tastefully pinned up, revealing her regal countenance and sparkling hazel eyes. Her mannerisms echoed a bygone era, a grace and elegance that seemed out of place in the current world.

The secret behind her timeless beauty was known to only a few. Time, for Lady Pierce, was a frozen river, her life a pause button that had been hit in her late twenties. Like Adaline Bowman from a story she once read, Elizabeth too did not age. Her tale was not of fiction but her own reality, woven through the warp and weft of over two centuries.

Lady Elizabeth Pierce was born in the heart of Ethiopia, a land teeming with lush flora and fauna, hidden from the world, housing secrets as old as time itself. The vibrant city was an advanced paradise, a stark contrast against the backdrop of its rich traditions and culture. 

Her childhood was saturated with the vibrant hues of the Ethiopian festivals, the thrill of tribal dances, and the wisdom conveyed through the ancient tales of her ancestors. She was brought up in the shadow of the majestic Panther God, always aware of the potent power that pulsed through their lands.

However, her life took an extraordinary turn when an encounter with a revered shaman left her with a cryptic prophecy - an intertwining of her destiny with the enigma of time. This mysterious event marked the beginning of her timeless existence.

Centuries later, as she stood on the foreign land of England, her memories of Ethiopia were as vivid as the sunsets, the rhythm of its pulse echoing in her heart. Her roots ran deep, grounding her to the heart of Africa, regardless of the miles she had traversed since then.

Her transition from a young Ethiopian woman to Lady Elizabeth Pierce of London was a tale of resilience and resourcefulness. With her timeless existence, she bore witness to the changing world around her, her eternal youth a blessing from the shaman that allowed her to navigate the ebb and flow of the centuries.

Embracing her immortality, she used the wisdom acquired over the years to amass knowledge, skills, and wealth. She found herself intrigued by the distant land of England, its culture, its monarchy, and decided to make it her home. With her wealth amassed over the years, she bought land and a stately home in London, her grand residence soon becoming a symbol of her stature.

Her intelligence, charm, and philanthropic nature soon caught the attention of Queen Victoria, who was so impressed by Elizabeth's contributions to society that she bestowed her with a title, officially making her Lady Elizabeth Pierce. Over time, she became a figure of fascination and respect, her seemingly eternal youth adding to her aura of mystique. However, she kept her secret carefully guarded, the mystery of her agelessness becoming an unsolved riddle in the heart of London.

Away in the frosty expanse of Russia, Count Alexei Vronsky led a life of solitude in his vast estate. Since the tragic end of his tormented affair with Anna Karenina, he had withdrawn from society, living with the ghosts of their past. However, the news of a grand ball in London, hosted by the illustrious Lady Pierce, coaxed him out of his reclusion.

As Vronsky embarked on his journey from the frost-laden expanse of Russia to the buzzing metropolis of London, he found himself in a state of melancholy contemplation. The biting cold of the Russian winter seemed a reflection of his own solitude, its icy grasp mirroring his internal chill.

The trip was long, the scenery changing as he moved across the continent. The vast Russian plains, stark and blanketed with snow, slowly gave way to the greener landscapes of Eastern Europe. The monotony of the endless expanses was occasionally broken by huddled villages and bustling towns. The harsh Russian winds slowly softened, replaced by the crisp, cool air of the west. Each part of the journey echoed his solitude, whispering tales of his past, stirring memories he had long since tried to bury.

He passed through cities that bristled with life, each one a stark contrast to his current emotional state. The elegance of Vienna, the charm of Paris, the majesty of the Swiss Alps - these places, magnificent as they were, held no joy for him. They were but waypoints on his journey, devoid of the warmth of home, echoing his own emptiness.

His arrival in London marked a significant shift in his journey. The city was a vortex of energy, teeming with life. Its grand architecture, the bustling streets, the rhythmic hum of the city - everything felt different from his homeland. Yet, as much as it was disconcerting, it also offered a glimmer of hope, a chance for a fresh start.

As he moved through the city, taking in the unfamiliar sights and sounds, Vronsky couldn't help but feel a spark of curiosity. His heart, which had been in a state of icy numbness, seemed to thaw slightly. Here, in this city of endless possibilities, perhaps he could find solace, perhaps he could escape the shadows of his past.

The grand ball held by Lady Elizabeth Pierce was a spectacle of elegance and sophistication. Every detail was meticulously curated, each element a testament to Elizabeth's exquisite taste and attention to detail. The grand mansion was transformed into an extravagant carnival, its opulence matching that of the royal court.

The grand hall was illuminated with hundreds of glistening chandeliers, their light casting a soft glow on the assembly of distinguished guests. Nobles from the length and breadth of England and from continental Europe filled the hall, their gowns and suits adding a vibrant palette of colors against the rich tapestry of the mansion.

A live orchestra was stationed at one end of the hall, the music they played was a captivating blend of classical and contemporary tunes. Their melodies filled the air, adding to the cheerful buzz of the gathering. Couples twirled on the dance floor, their movements fluid and graceful, mirroring the rhythm of the music.

Servers, dressed in pristine white uniforms, moved around offering a plethora of delicacies. The aroma of roasted meat, baked goods, and exotic spices wafted through the air, mingling with the scent of fine wines and perfumes.

Conversations ebbed and flowed around the grand hall. From political debates and discussions of recent literature to harmless flirtations and whispers of latest scandals, the gathering was abuzz with engaging dialogues. Laughter rang out, toasts were raised, and connections were formed.

Entering the lavishly decorated ballroom of Lady Pierce's mansion, Vronsky was greeted by the intoxicating music of the orchestra and the heady scent of perfumes. However, it was Lady Pierce's striking beauty that held him captive. Poised and graceful, she navigated the throng, engaging with her guests, her lively eyes taking in the merriment. She was the perfect hostess, her aura commanding respect and admiration from her guests. Vronsky almost started to believe this was a goddess idly chatting with people who were truly clueless to who that was. 

The grandeur of the ball was momentarily forgotten as Elizabeth's gaze locked with the newcomer's. There was something hauntingly familiar in the man's eyes that drew her in, a sense of shared solitude that resonated with her own. She gracefully navigated through the crowd to introduce herself.

"Count Vronsky, I presume?" Elizabeth said, extending her hand in greeting. 

He took it, bowing slightly, his eyes never leaving hers. "Yes, and you must be the enchanting hostess, Lady Elizabeth Pierce."

Elizabeth gave a small, appreciative laugh. "Flattery so early in the conversation? One might think you're trying to win my favor."

"Only stating the obvious, Lady Pierce," he replied with a half-smile, his eyes twinkling with genuine admiration.

Their conversation unfolded naturally, starting from polite pleasantries and gradually delving into deeper topics. Elizabeth found herself drawn to the man's intellect and his perspective on art, literature, and culture, which mirrored her own. 

"You have quite the appreciation for art, Count Vronsky," Elizabeth observed, referencing their discussion about the Renaissance.

"Only as much as you do, Lady Pierce. It's rare to find someone who appreciates Botticelli as much as I do," Vronsky replied, his interest in her visibly growing.

“There is an agelessness about you. It feels as if you've seen the rise and fall of ages."

Elizabeth met his gaze, a soft smile touching her lips, "Perhaps I have."

They shared light-hearted banter and stories, their connection deepening with each passing moment. The world seemed to blur around them, their focus solely on each other. 

"Do you believe in fate, Count Vronsky?" Elizabeth asked suddenly, her gaze intense.

"I can't say I've given it much thought," he admitted, slightly taken aback. "Why do you ask?"

"Perhaps it is fate that has brought us together tonight," Elizabeth proposed, a mysterious smile playing on her lips. 

This unspoken shared understanding marked the beginning of a poignant bond between the two, a bridge of companionship across the chasms of their solitary lives. Their shared experiences of love and loss, and their ability to transcend them, tied their fates together in a dance as old as time.

As the last notes of music faded away and the merry chatter of the departing guests grew faint, a deafening silence descended upon Elizabeth's grand mansion. She found herself standing in the now deserted ballroom, the echoes of laughter and music only serving as a stark contrast to the stillness that enveloped her. 

The flickering light from the dying candles threw long, dancing shadows across the room, the extravagant decorations now seeming almost eerie in their quietness. Elizabeth's gaze was drawn to her reflection in the grand mirror on the far wall. Her timeless beauty, framed by the gleaming diamond necklace around her neck and the rich silks of her gown, was a sight to behold. Yet, the woman who stared back at her felt like a stranger, her radiant appearance belying the inner turmoil she felt.

Her heart felt heavy with names etched deep within its corners - names of lovers she had once held dear, whispers of affection shared in the silent watches of the night, remnants of love stories that had faded with time. Her life was a testament to the endless cycle of love and loss, each love story a reminder of the agonizing loneliness that followed their inevitably brief existence. 

The grandeur of her life was a double-edged sword, the vibrant celebrations and extravagant balls merely temporary distractions from the solitude that awaited her. As she stood alone, her heart echoed with the melancholy of lost connections, the vacant halls of her mansion reflecting the emptiness she felt.

The fear of losing someone again was a constant gnawing presence, a silent specter that loomed over her every time she found herself growing close to someone. Yet, she also recognized the longing for companionship that tugged at her heartstrings, the yearning for the warmth of shared affection, of heartfelt conversations, of love.

She was caught in a constant struggle - a tug of war between her desire for love and the fear of the inevitable loss that her immortality brought. As the silent witness of passing ages, her heart was an immortal battleground of conflicting emotions, the scars of past losses a grim reminder of her endless existence. Her solitude was not just a condition of her circumstances, but a fortress she built around herself, a protective barrier against the inevitable heartbreak that loving mortal beings entailed.

With the quiet hum of the London night as her only company, Elizabeth settled at her mahogany desk, the flicker from the nearby candelabrum casting a warm glow on the parchment before her. Picking up her quill, she paused, her thoughts lingering on the evening's encounter.

"Dearest Esther," she began, her script elegant and precise. Esther was her oldest confidante, the one person who had managed to see beyond Elizabeth's mask of endless youth and understand the solitude hidden behind it. Their friendship was a source of strength for Elizabeth, a treasured connection that had withstood the ravages of time.

"I met a man at the ball tonight, a certain Count Vronsky from Russia," she wrote, her thoughts returning to their engrossing conversation, the ease of their banter, and the depth she'd seen in his eyes.

"There's a depth to him, a sorrow that resonates with my own," she continued, her quill dancing across the parchment. "He carries the weight of his past like an invisible shroud, much like I do."

A thoughtful smile traced her lips as she remembered his words, his appreciation for art, his passion for literature. "His intellect is as captivating as his charm. His words weave a tapestry of profound thought, mirroring my own fascination for art and literature."

The memory of his gaze, warm yet haunted, caused an unexpected flutter in her heart. "His eyes, Esther, are windows to a tormented soul. I found myself drawn to him, compelled to understand the mysteries they hold."

Elizabeth sighed, her gaze momentarily drawn to the starlit sky outside her window. "I know the perils that lie in the path of my heart, yet I cannot help but wonder. Could I dare to love again? Could I dare to risk the agony of inevitable loss for moments of shared love and companionship?"

Her words echoed the turmoil within her. "I find myself at a crossroads, Esther. To love or not to love, that is the question that plagues me."

She signed off, "Yours always, Elizabeth," before sealing the letter. As she dispatched it to Esther, she felt a strange mixture of relief and anticipation. Sharing her thoughts with her old friend, even in the form of a letter, had always brought her solace. Now, she could only wait for Esther's wisdom to guide her through her inner turmoil.

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New Fic "If The Cabin Walls Could Talk"

heyyy guys!!

my new fic "If The Cabin Walls Could Talk" is now posted on my Ao3 account!! I actually started writing this a while ago but never finished until now. It was supposed to be a cute one shot and it turned into 12k words and a two shot. Oh well. Hope you enjoy!

pairings: Kristoff Bjorgman x Princess Anna (from Frozen)

tags: fluff, smut, a littleee angst, hurt/comfort, first time, loss of virginity, ao3

summary: Kristoff and Anna take a trip up to Kristoff's long forgotten cabin as a little romantic getaway, trying to reawaken the spark Anna feels that they've lost. Kristoff, caught up in his own worries for the future, is uncomfortable with the amount of privacy they have, afraid they will do something stupid and ruin Anna's reputation. However, the young couple is far too attracted to each other to resist... Besides, what happens in the cabin stays in the cabin, right?

click here to read the whole thing!!

“Do you not want me?” She asked, her voice full of confusion and sadness. She knew she wasn’t anything too special, but was she really so repulsive to him…?

“Anna…” How could he tell her that he wanted her more than anything else? That there wasn’t one ice-harvesting trip where he didn’t think of having her all for himself? That his greatest dream was getting married and the blissful wedding night that would come after? 

He reached for the door.

“No, Kristoff, you don’t get to hide in the stable with Sven! Answer me! Do you not want me?”

“It’s not that, Anna…” He slightly opened the door.

“Then what is it?! What’s wrong, then?! What are you so afraid of?!”

His restraints, like a rope that’s been stretched too far, burst.

“I’m afraid that, by being with me, you’re going to ruin your future chances, Anna!” He yelled, finally turning to her.