Rhysand’s power filled the cavernous space, letting his home know just who he was. His onyx tunic swallowing the light in the room, his head adorned with the crown of stars meant for the rightful High Lord, not a half breed Illyrian with a whore for a mate, for a High Lady.
Keir trained his eyes to the floor as the High Lord strolled past him, the only sound was Rhysand’s footsteps ascending to the throne.
“Well,” Rhysand said, his voice a tendril of darkness “It looks like we’re all here. Let’s get started.”
The Bastard born and his own…grandson, if he called him such a sentiment, knelt before Rhysand, each bearing seven siphons. But where the Bastard’s were red, his grandsons were blue, just like his father’s. Keir reigned in his disgust.
He was not expecting his halfbred grandson in the court. It didn’t matter, perhaps his death would help purify his bloodline. Then the only thing standing between his bloodline and purity would be his traitorous daughter and her pregancy and his other grandsons, Nathaniel and Adrien. Adrien too weak to make his own way out of the Blood Rite and Nathaniel…gay and a half-bred Illyrian at that, they both needed to be eliminated.
They each lifted their heads, their mouths slid into a brutal grins, ready to slaughter on Rhysand’s mere wims. His own face was an aloof disinterested mask.
“Keir,” Rhysand said, his voice a cool blade.
He bowed again, his eyes snagging on Azriel’s blade at Blake’s hip. The male must have leant it to his son while he babysat Rhysand. He kept himself from flinching under the cool promise of death in Blake’s eyes, his daughter’s eyes. A child was what he was, but it would be a mistake to not think he could kill him. Not after what he had done to his own daughter, to Nathaniel.
She forced herself to stay calm. It was just a routine visit to the Court of Nightmares, that was what she kept telling herself. The words sounded false in her head. She kept her focus on the bond.
Feyre positioned herself on the floor. Crossing her legs, she tilted her head as Aysel’s small hands gripped her stomach, pulling herself up to stand. Her golden brown hair feathered around her head in soft curls, those eyes, her own eyes, were bright.
Aysel’s lips flattened against Feyre’s stomach in attempt to kiss her cousins. Her niece looked up at her, raising her hands, wanting to be picked up.
“Careful,” Bay said, his head in Nate’s lap, an arm over his eyes. “Once you pick her up, it isn’t so easy to put her down. She won’t let you, not without a wave of psychic pain rattling through your head.’
Nate’s fingers laced through Bay’s hair, his eyes assessing Aysel with an amused efficiency. “Baylor gets grumpy when he gets woken up at three in the morning. The Princess likes waking him to play with her.”
Amren took a sip of her wine, “Cunning little thing, isn’t she?”
Feyre lifted Aysel to her lap, “Cassian said she’s already showing signs of Nesta’s fire magic.”
Bay lifted his arm, displaying the faint burn mark on his skin. “This is what happens when she decides to fight sleep. The Princess is going to end up burning down Hybern.”
Mor smiled faintly, “Nesta would be proud of her.”
Bay’s shoulders tightened, his voice soft, “Yes she would be.”
Ayse’s hands got lost in Feyre’s hair, a soft squeal came out of her mouth, then her lips started to quiver. The Princess tugged on her hair, the temperature in the room started to rise.
“Here we go,” Bay groaned, his hands to his ears.
Cassian smiled viciously at Keir before turning his eyes to Blake. The kid was grinning at a female. Her face a beautifully carved nightmare, her hair shifted from a deep red to an ebony black. But her eyes…
Kier gave the report. Cassian’s eyes went to Blake’s. His eyes were filled with a burning hatred for Kier despite the brutal grin on his face. After what happened with Nate, Blake winnowed to the Court of Nightmares and shattered Keir’s arm. It was the first and last warning Blake gave the male. If he so much as breathed wrong at his brothers, Blake would kill him.
The female smiled at him, whispering in his ear. His face blanked for half a second before he took her hand and she led him to dance.
Cassian narrowed his eyes, his hand on his sword. Blake wouldn’t be dancing with the female if he was in love with Aurora. The Dawn Court Heir would not be thrilled with this.
Blake’s hands slid around the female waist, pulling her close to him. her arms snaked around his neck, her lips to his ear.
Something wasn’t right.
The temperature in the room was ridiculously warm. Aysel was crying, Azriel’s shadows picked up grief from the Princess. Despite not knowing her mother, Aysel still grieved her. Being an infant, not able to control her magic she grieved in the way most infants do. They cried and lashed out.
Amren waved her hand, the temperature starting to settle. Azriel helped Mor stand, her hand resting on her stomach. His mate was only a month behind Feyre. She took Aysel from Feyre, resting the princess on her hip. “It’s okay, Baby.”
Mor smoothed down the Princess’s hair and kissed her forehead. “You still got us, no need to cry.” Mor squeezed Feyre’s hand, giving the High lady a sympathetic smile. “It’ll be okay, Feyre. Rhys will be back before you know it. Blake and Cassian will be there. And if they fail, Rhys will kill every last person in that mountain to get to you.”
Objectively, Blake and Cassian should be okay. They were both highly trained, Cassian had five hundred years of training, Blake was ranked top in his generation. But he still worried for Blake’s safety in that place. If something happened to his son, he would slaughter every last one of those monsters in that mountain. As he should have done when he found Mor bleeding in the woods.
Feyre sighed, “I know that. I know but…this feeling.”
His grandson was distracted by his benefactor, a female with a voice of velvet and cultivated persuasion abilities of more than one kind. The female had her own reasons for wanting Rhysand and his whore dead.
With a bow of his head, Keir retreated to his rooms. He needed to nullify Rhysand’s magic, needed to lure the High Lady to them, needed to terminate the…children in her womb.
The bond went quiet. Feyre tried to reach down it, nothing but shadow was at the end of it. She swallowed her panic and stood. Azriel’s eyes met hers.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
Her heart was pounding through every inch of her. “I can’t feel him. I can’t feel Rhys. I need you to take me to him.”
Azriel narrowed his eyes. His voice was a lethal calm. “Absolutely not.”
“Fuck no you aren’t going!” Nate shouted. She ignored her nephew, her eyes still on Azriel.
“If you don’t I’ll find my way there myself.” She knew it was terribly unfair of her to give this ultimatum, but still she did it. To get to her mate, she would do anything.
“Feyre, you are pregnant,” Mor exclaimed.
“Not to mention this is most likely a trap meant for you,” Amren added.
“I am well aware that I am pregnant. But I am High Lady, these monsters are my responsibility, Rhys is my mate.” She was Feyre Cursebreaker, High Lady of the most terrifying Court in all of Prthyian. Spells couldn’t stop her, nothing could. “I’ll bring Azriel and Nate and Bay with me.” She didn’t want to seperate Az and Mor but Mor was also pregnant. If something happened in Velaris, Amren could hold the line until reinforcements came. “The babies and I will be safe.”
“I don’t suppose we could change your mind?” Azriel asked.
With a sigh, Azriel nodded.
Wrapping Darkness around herself, Feyre winnowed to the Court of Nightmares, ready to burn them all down.
In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.
The cruelest part of his imprisonment was that he was not restrained.
He could roam his own home freely, Grindelwald didn’t live there, and as such he could destroy it as his temper lashed out, as his desperation grew, and Grindelwald could come in, gleefully surveying the physical evidence of his prisoner’s frustration, the destruction wrought upon Percival Graves’ expensive flat and all the personal items therein.
Ok so… more Cap and Thor because I love them. Also, I LOVE WinterIron as an established relationship where Tony is just loved and cuddled to death and all Bucky does is smile, so I think there will always be domestic WinterIron in the background of ThunderShield now.
Mostly because Tony regressed to about eight years old, ate nothing but candy for a solid month, ran around designing insane themes, demanding that everyone wear elaborate costumes (and usually providing the costumes) and throwing the biggest party of the year Halloween night.
“Buckybuckybuckybuckybucky!” Tony came sliding into the kitchen, a sucker in his mouth, waving his hands wildly.
“Hey.” Bucky raised an eyebrow but kissed his boyfriend’s sticky lips. “How many of those have you had today?”
“A whole bag.” Tony made a face and wiped his goatee. “I think I need to wash my face.”
“And maybe eat some grown up food?” Bucky teased, and Tony just rolled his eyes. “What’s on your mind, honey?”
“Steve doesn’t want to wear his costume.” Tony was basically pouting, glaring at the big blond who came entered the kitchen behind him.
“Tony, I’m not going as the Cowardly Lion.” Steve folded his arms over his chest. “Absolutely not.”
“But Maria is going as Dorothy, and I’m Tin Man and Hawkeye is Scarecrow, so we need a Lion! Tell him, Buck!”
Bucky sighed. “Steve, we go through this every year. Just wear the costume. October is over tomorrow and Tony will go right back to being a mature–” Steve snorted- “well behaved, valuable member of our team. Just let him have Halloween.”
“Yeah, Steve.” Tony widened his eyes dramatically. “And we do do this every year. You would think you would stop bitching about it. I let you live here for free, the least you could do is dress up like a lion when I ask.”
A Soul Lost at Sea (Olicity Victorian AU Fanfiction) Chapter 14
Summary: Five years after pirates attacked his ship, Royal Navy sailor Oliver Queen returns home to England to find his affluent family in financial ruin. So when he’s presented with the opportunity to marry Felicity, eldest daughter of the ridiculously wealthy Noah Smoak, Oliver doesn’t hesitate to capture her hand…even though he has no idea if he can capture her heart. Or if Felicity could ever possibly learn to love a soul lost at sea.
First of all this boy is petty and will keep bringing things up to guilt trip you for fun
like the meat with jackson
“You went out to eat ice cream with yugyeom without me? i thought i was your boyfriend”
You: “you were practicing for your school drama at school jinyoung-ah and WE go out to ice cream together all the time”
“yeah but is he your boyfriend though?”
“Are you leaving me for younger and taller boy?? just so you know his sexy dance cannot defeat my peach. it’s all for show, but i can give it to you for real”
he’s known for being affectionate and have a lot of skin ship and extra touchy when with you.
always near you and putting his arms around your waist from the back.
or pulling you to sit between his legs when having a movie with the members.
always using his pouty lips and puppy eyes at you when you’re mad at him for whatever reason.
“Jagiya~ dont be maddd. you’re my precious girl~ ppoppo~” pucker lips.
of course he’s also the jealous type. he shows it and doesn’t keep it in and can really be quite scary for the guys who are receiving his death stare.
pulling you to his side and kisses your cheek when he notice a guy checking you out and you’re just confuse by the sudden on set of affection.
whispering “mine” to you before kiss attack you.
the boy is a tease. a real painfully slow tease. his goal is to make you whine.
slowly inching his fingers to your thighs and running his hand up and down your thin layer pants under the table. getting closer to your ears like he’s going to whisper something but just brush his plump lips at the shell of your ear.
subtle touches while acting nonchalant in public and smirking at your fluster face. you try to pry his hands away gently but it’s always back up on your thighs or back of your arms, around your waist. his body heat so close from behind all the time why is he like this.
always worth the wait once you guys are in private and he was also building his own needs so it was right to business once the door are close.
he adores you and take picture of you when you aren’t looking because he think candid pictures are so beautiful. set it as his lockscreen.
gets really hype when someone ask who that is on his screen.
stay at your place a lot that there’s so many of his laundry lying around your place and is that thing wash? why does it look like a snake on the floor oh my lord jinyoung is that your underwear from yesterday?
he likes to call you princess in english because he said he likes it when people call him prince.
Hey guys!! This is the first chapter of a multi-chapter fanfic I am going to be writing based vvvvv loosely on Disney’s Beauty and the Beast ((if you couldn`t tell by the title!!)) like plot wise because honestly I am not even sure if I saw all of BatB but ANYWAY I`LL STOP BLABBING ENJOY!! XOX
Let’s say every person carries an egg which contains of emotions.
every moon treats the egg differently.
Scorpio moons open it regularly.
He opens it, examines it, and if it’s good, puts it on the hot pan (sunny side up!) and swallows it wholeheartedly, boosting their energy.
Aries moon keeps breaking it., which is sometimes efficient; but most of the time, how useful is a cracked egg on the floor?
Pisces, behold dear lord, will never open it. keeping it closed is not enough, they color it. “we shall never know what’s inside, so why not colour it and give our praise that way?” they just don’t want to know, really.
Virgo moon keeps polishing it and carefully watch it over; it must not be opened (ever). that’s not convenient.
Leo moon thinks he knows what’s inside, so he doesn’t even have to open it. He will, of course, proudly argue and preach what’s inside. Cause you know, he knows.
Gemini moons are playing with it. “How long can you keep it on top of your head?’” not even stopping to contemplate the inside.
Aquarius moon breaks it as hard as he can and then runs away faster. when they stumble upon it again, it’s “Ah not the fucking egg again” and do the same thing.
Taurus moon eats it without thinking.
Cancer moon peels it off so carefully, admiring every piece of the shell and the egg inside.
Libras moons also color it (neatly), polish it so it will be beautiful and nice, (nothing too excessive ofcourse, just right).
Sagittarius moon doesn’t even own an egg. they don’t need it.
Capricorn moon cooks it well, hard-boiled, and opens it only if necessary. Most of the time they just put it aside to save it. And it gets all cold and moldy. But you never know…