Hi my name is Lana and welcome to my writing blog! My main is @xoxolittle-fox so if for some reason you want to see more of me there you go. I have been writing for most of my life, it’s very therapeutic and whether I’m writing stories or poetry, I am always including my emotions into it. A little about me is I will never be caught without a book, my favourite colour is maroon, I’m a music addict and always have my headphones in, I get hyperfixated easily, and I literally only talk to 2 people. Both of my blogs are safe spaces to talk about anything and everything. If you don’t like me or something I’m posting, please don’t hate on me. Block me if you’d like but getting hate is unpleasant for everybody and it’s upsetting when I find people being rude. If you’ve made it this far congratulations, I love you all 🫶
I want to let everyone know that this story does not have a happy ending and it includes suicide. if anyone is struggling just know you can always reach out to me on this blog or my main @xoxolittle-fox I love you all <3
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“You cant do this to me”
“I can and I will”
“Cassian, please” Nesta’s voice broke on the last word, just as something broke inside her seeing Cassian’s cold expression. “Please”
“No. End of discussion” His tone left no room for argument. Cassian flies off the balcony of the House, leaving Nesta alone with her thoughts.
“Nononono this cant be happening. Just breathe Nesta, breathe.” Nesta talks aloud with herself. Her hands start shaking as her thoughts get darker. Eventually…
“NESTA” Cassian roars when he returns to the House of Wind and finds her lifeless body hanging from the ceiling. “Fuck, ness why” Cassuan shakes his head and cuts her off the rope. Shes deadweight in his arms. Shes dead. “Im so fucking sorry”. He starts crying in earnest. His mate. Gone.
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I wrote this blurb in under 10 minutes because i was not having the best day mentally. im doing better now though!
hiiii I was wondering if you could write a fic that's Michael Townsend (from the naturals) x reader where reader gets pregnant and then everyone finds out kinda on accident because Lia finds out and then you can stop there or continue! love your writing btw
brochacho (I cant title this is known)
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“You okay in there?” Michael asks outside the locked bathroom door
“Yeah im fine” I get cut off by another wave of nausea. This is literally the worst timing possible! right in the middle of a huge case that’s connected to cassies mom.
“Okay just let me know if you need anything” I hear his footsteps as he leaves. I lean my head against the wall and replay how I even got into this situation
Leaning against Michaels door, I giggle breathlessly as his hands fumble with my jeans
“Micha-“ I’m cut off with a moan as he sucks one of my breasts into his mouth. He takes my jeans off and then i’m fully undressed, lying on his bed while he’s putting a condom on
I shake the memory from my head and get up from the bathroom floor. I brush my teeth and head into my room to get changed for the day.
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“Morning Y/N” Cassie says when I walk into the kitchen. She’s sitting next to Dean, who’s reading the new case report. Lia and Sloane are chatting on the couch and I don’t care enough to pay attention because Michael is staring at me with worry. I try to give him a small, reassuring smile but it only makes Michael look more worried. I make myself a simple smoothie because it is the only thing that will stay down.
“You look pale. Are you okay?” Michael questions me
“Yeah, I think i’m coming down with something” Lia looks at me immediately knowing I’m lying but not why. I look at her pleadingly forgetting Michael was there momentarily.
“You’re lying” he doesn’t state it as a question. I have to tell him now.
“Can you come with me?” I dont even give him the chance to answer before I grab his wrist and take him up the stairs leading him to my room. We pass Agents Sterling and Briggs along with Judd, exiting Briggs’s office. When me and Michael enter my room, I shut the door and take a deep breath. Then another. And another.
“Y/N are you okay? You’re making me worried” Michael came up to me and gently held me to him. I look up at him with tears in my eyes and whisper the scariest words ever
“Im pregnant” the tears couldn’t be stopped. “Im sorry I really didn’t mean for this to happen. If you dont want it that’s fine and if you dont want to be a part of my life anymore its okay and -“ I get cut off by Michael pulling me tighter into his arms.
“Its okay sweetheart” he’s whispering against my hair as I cry into his chest “its not your fault, it took both of us to get here” Michael keeps whispering sweet nothings until I calm down enough to look at him
“Im sorry” my face is streaked with tears and my eyes are red and puffy and Michael doesn’t even look upset with me for being pregnant he just looks sad that im crying
“Stop apologizing. Its okay sweetheart. Its okay. We don’t have to decide anything right now. We’ll get through this I swear” he kisses my forehead and then he cups my face and wipes my tears away. He says “I love you” and then breaks out into a huge grin before gently resting his hand against my still flat stomach.
I smile through the tears “I love you too” my hand covers his own over my stomach.
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One month later
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Im reading peacefully in my room when Lia comes in. She closes the door behind her and just starts speaking to me
“You lied about getting sick to Michael and now he’s suddenly not leaving your side for anything. You two have left the house for hours at a time and you have vitamins in the top drawer of your bedside table. What’s wrong. Ive also noticed you haven’t been spending a week every month crying in your bed so clearly you haven’t been getting your period. You’ve also been nauseous- holy shit you’re pregnant” Lias mouth falls open.
“Lia-“
“How long” Lia whispers, almost like she cant believe she figured it out all on her own
“About three months” I feel tears arising and the next thing I know Lia is hugging me tightly. She pulls away and smiles at me
“Im so happy for you Y/N” she hugs me again
“Thank you but Lia, I kinda need to breathe” I laugh at how quickly she releases me
“Do Sterling and Briggs know? Does Judd know?” She asks immediately
“No” I answer sheepishly
“They need to know Y/N”
“I know but what if they get mad” I ask her nervously. And of course that’s the moment Michael decides to walk in.
“Hey sweetheart, and Lia” he drops a kiss onto my head “what’s up?”
“Lia knows now” I tell him. He just nods and shares a look with Lia. I know they’re like siblings but it doesn’t stop the pang of jealousy in my stomach
“You two need to tell the others eventually. It’s already noticeable if you look too hard” Lia says
“So im fat?” I feel the tears in my eyes but I refuse to let them fall. Lia and Michael look panicked for a split second before Michael kneels in front of me and takes my hands in his before saying
“You aren’t fat. You have a literal baby growing inside you and it needs a bit more room” he kisses my knuckles while im blinking away more tears. Lia quietly exits the room and leaves me alone with Michael, who pulls me into his arms when he sees my tears.
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Meanwhile
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“Is everything with Y/N okay? She seems like something big happened” Cassie asks to the room that holds Sterling, Briggs, Judd, Sloane and Dean.
“She’s probably stressed over the case” Dean tells his girlfriend
“Statistically she isn’t. She never gets stressed over cases and even if she is stressed about this case, it wouldn’t be this amount. My guess is that she’s hiding something” Sloane adds in from her perch on the arm of the couch
“Why would she hide something that’s stressing her out?” That was Judd’s question
“Great question” Lia adds from where she’s leaning against the wall. When did she get here? Never mind.
“Maybe she’s scared she’ll get in trouble?” Sterling states.
“What would be so big that she thinks shell get in trouble for it?” Dean questions
“I don’t know. What if she’s pregnant?” Briggs jokes, not noticing how Lia stiffens slightly
“Shes not stupid enough to get pregnant” Cassie replies while shaking her head
“I dont know about that” Lia mutters, not knowing that Dean heard her
“What” Dean looks at Lia with wide eyes “you’re lying”
Lia just shakes her head. Everyone gasps collectively.
Not even ten seconds later, Michael and Y/N enter the living room.
Feeling the tension Y/N asks “why is everyone looking at me and Michael like we’re aliens?” No one answers her. “Hellooooo”.
javery wedding planning hcs! like cake tasting, venue finding, proposal, alll the things.
ur writing is so amazing, if u have a taglist pls add me!! xx
wedding head cannons!
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Jameson proposed in the Hawthorne house library
He had it decorated with flowers and it was so cute and perfect like get me a Jameson
Avery cried
Avery was literally screaming about it all day
Alisa wanted to start planning the wedding immediately
Libby took Avery dress shopping
Xander and max were obviously there as well
Xander actually found the dress for her
Its white no shit
It has lace flowers and its sleeveless with a sweetheart neckline
Avery and Jameson honestly panicked finding the venue
They did it in the backyard
With the actual ceremony taking place in the garden
Anyway, the hardest decision of all was the cake tasting
Avery wanted hardcore chocolate
Jameson wanted like caramel orange or smth funky like that
It was chocolate (a two tier dark chocolate cake with a raspberry coulis filling with a mirror glaze on top belly cacao is the bean. Its what chocolate is made of. Look, the whole flavour profile depends on the bitterness of the dark chocolate and the sweet tartness of the raspberry. The cake is my one thing, and you said each of us get one thing)
The actual ceremony was beautiful though
Jameson cried like seven times
Avery had Max and Lyra do the polaroid thing with Jameson (go read @anythiggoesbutme's fic about this its art)
“Im not dong this” Grayson declared, looking uncomfortable in the snow
“You love me?” Lyra questioned too innocently
“Not at the moment if it involves the snow”
“You’re no fun. Im going inside” when Lyra turned around, something hit her back. Grayson starts roaring with laughter.
“Its not funny” Lyra whined
“It so is” Grayson responded, already making another snowball
“Gray no” Lyra tried backing away but was unsuccessful since she slipped. Grayson went to go help her up but instead got hit with a snowball that Lyra had discreetly made
“You little shit” Lyra just smiled up at him
“Im your little shit though” Grayson grinned at Lyra and kissed her gently, while he was distracted Lyra took advantage of the opportunity to shove snow down his shirt
“Hey its cold!”
“Deal with it Hawthorne” Lyra shot back while laughing uncontrollably
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thank you to @shestheworst for this idea and for gaslighting me into thinking its good!
Jameson figured out Avery was pregnant before she did
Actually everyone figured it out before her
Nash was the only one with the guts to tell Avery to take a test because no one wanted to tell her
She broke down on the bathroom floor
Avery wouldn’t stop crying for a solid hour
Her first few months are amazing and easy
Jameson literally doesn’t sleep in the second trimester because Avery can’t sleep because she’s in pain and sick and he just can’t leave her alone
When Avery does manage to sleep its not for more than 10 minutes
She as the most vile and despicable cravings
Avery once had Jameson going to a gas station for the specific chips she wanted
Jameson’s whipped af for her
Avery went into labour early
Like too early
Like a solid 2 months early
Jameson was panicking the entire time
Its a girl
She’s so small
Avery doesn’t even want to name her because she might not survive the night
Jameson sings to his baby girl while Avery is asleep
Jameson decides to name her Leila
She’s in the NICU for seven weeks
In that time Avery was depressed
And she and Jameson had been preparing everything they didn’t already have
The first night home with Leila Avery is panicking the whole time
Libby came over and spent the night to help Avery and Jameson out
Leila is only happy in Averys arms
Jameson is Leila’s least favourite until she’s like 14 weeks
Avery is the pro at swaddles
Jameson sings to Leila all the time
It gets annoying because his voice is amazing
All in all Leila is the most spoiled baby in Texas
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I felt like trying something new since I dont usually do head cannons and I fear I love them and am obsessed! I would also like to self promote by reminding everyone that I do take requests and they're currently open and I am struggling with finding prompts on my own
Lyra Kane had faced midterm exams, a runaway horse, and one very territorial peacock, but nothing—nothing—compared to the terror of standing on the marble steps of Hawthorne House with Grayson Hawthorne’s hand gently but insistently at her back.
“Breathe,” Grayson murmured.
“I am breathing,” she whispered back, though her voice was thin enough that even she didn’t believe it.
He smiled—not the polite, public Grayson smile, but the private one that softened every edge he pretended to have. “You’re going to be fine. They already like you.”
“They don’t even know me.”
“Oh, they know,” he said dryly. “Jameson’s been taking bets on how fast I’d make this official.”
She blinked. “And what did you bet?”
“That I’d do it when I was ready,” he said simply, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, “not when they wanted me to.”
Her heart melted right into her shoes.
Before she could reply, the front doors swung open with theatrical force.
Enter: Jameson Hawthorne
“GRAYSON HAS A GIRLFRIEND!” Jameson announced to the entire entryway, which absolutely did not need the volume.
Lyra startled. Grayson sighed.
“Jamie,” he warned.
“Lyra Kane,” Jameson said, sweeping into a dramatic bow. “The legend. The myth. The woman who managed to drag my brother out of his emotionally constipated cave.”
Avery appeared behind him, trying—and failing—not to laugh. “Ignore him. We all do.”
Lyra grinned nervously. “Nice to finally meet you guys in an… official capacity.”
“Official?” Xander popped out of nowhere, goggles on his forehead, hands covered in something neon and suspicious. “Does this mean you’ll let me run background checks on you now?”
“No,” Grayson and Lyra both said at the same time.
Grayson gave his brother a look that promised destruction, but Lyra caught the edge of pride there too—this was his chaos, his family, and he was letting her step right into the center of it.
And she loved him a little bit more for that.
Later in the library…
Lyra wandered between bookshelves while the brothers argued over whether Jameson was allowed to climb the chandelier just because it was there. Avery tried to help but ended up on Jameson’s side, which did not help.
Grayson slipped in beside Lyra, shoulder brushing hers.
“Still surviving?” he asked.
“Barely,” she said, smiling. “But I think I like it here.”
His eyes warmed. “Good.”
When he looked at her like that, she forgot how to breathe for reasons entirely unrelated to nerves.
And then—because the universe had timing—the lights flickered.
Once.
Twice.
Then the entire house groaned with the unhappy sigh of Very Expensive Wiring failing spectacularly.
“XANDER!” the three siblings shouted in unison.
Xander yelled from somewhere upstairs, “THAT WASN’T ME! …Probably!”
The lights died altogether.
Shadows swallowed the room. Lyra sucked in a shaky breath—she hated the dark, hated the suffocating uncertainty of it.
Immediately, Grayson’s hand found hers.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered, thumb brushing the back of her knuckles.
The panic that had started rising froze—stunned, soothed, softened by those three quiet words.
She leaned into him. “Not letting go, okay?”
“Never,” he said, and there was no hesitation. None at all.
His voice, steady and warm, cut through the darkness better than any flashlight.
Footsteps thundered as the others regrouped, half shouting, half laughing, Avery yelling something about circuit breakers.
But Grayson stayed right there beside her, anchoring her, thumb stroking slow circles that grounded her more than the marble beneath her feet.
“Lyra,” he murmured, bending close so only she could hear. “You’re doing amazing.”
“I’m terrified.”
“I know.” His forehead touched hers in the dark. “But you’re still here.”
Her heart tumbled.
Soft affection tangled with the intensity in his tone—something deeper, something he was letting her see because she mattered.
The lights flickered back on.
And Grayson didn’t step away. Didn’t pretend the moment hadn’t happened.
He cupped her cheek gently with one hand, eyes searching hers with quiet certainty.
“You belong here,” he said.
Her breath caught. “With your family?”
“With me.”
Something inside her cracked open in the best possible way.
She kissed him—soft at first, then firmer when he slipped a hand around her waist and pulled her closer, careful but sure, like he’d been waiting for the excuse.
Jameson’s scandalized gasp echoed from the doorway.
“THEY’RE KISSING! SOMEONE GET A CAMERA—”
Avery shoved him. “Let them have a moment, you menace.”
Xander squealed. “I ship it so hard.”
Grayson did not pull away. In fact, he kissed her once more, slow and deliberate, before resting his forehead against hers.
“Welcome to Hawthorne House,” he whispered, smiling like she was the safest thing he’d ever held.
Lyra smiled back. “Guess I’m staying.”
“Good,” he murmured. “I was hoping you would.”
And his brothers’ cheering—chaotic, too loud, and hopelessly fond—rose around them like a blessing.
Velaris was quiet, wrapped in a velvet-blue dusk that smelled of lilac and fresh bread. Feyre Archeron—High Lady of the Night Court, terror of ancient monsters, conqueror of nightmares—was currently losing a battle with her own infant son, who had decided that bedtime was merely a suggestion.
Nyx blinked up at her with enormous star-flecked eyes, his tiny fist clutching the neckline of her shirt like he was personally holding her hostage.
“You are supposed to be asleep,” Feyre whispered, attempting sternness.
Nyx responded by squeaking. Not crying—just making a squeak so tiny and adorable it nearly rearranged the architecture of her heart.
Behind her, Rhysand appeared in the doorway like he’d been summoned by that very squeak. His hair was mussed, his shirt was unbuttoned halfway like he’d abandoned dignity somewhere around the forty-fifth diaper change that day, and his violet eyes warmed instantly.
“How is my favorite High Lady?” he asked, voice soft enough to be a blanket.
“Exhausted,” Feyre said. “There’s a rebellious High Lord staging a coup.”
Rhys crossed the room, cupping Nyx’s head with a reverence normally reserved for ancient relics.
“Ah yes,” he whispered gravely. “The new ruler of Velaris. His demands are many. Endless milk. No naps. More cuddles. Reinstatement of the sacred right to poke Daddy’s wings.”
Nyx gurgled and slapped a hand against Rhys’s chest.
“Oh,” Rhys said solemnly. “And higher taxes, I see.”
Feyre snorted. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Ridiculously in love with both of you,” he corrected, kissing her forehead.
Nyx suddenly let out a tiny yawn—so small, so pure, so devastatingly adorable that Rhys looked personally slain by it. He clutched his heart.
“Feyre. He’s using his cuteness as a weapon. Like father, like son.”
Feyre rolled her eyes, but warmth spread through her like sunlight.
Rhys pressed a kiss to Nyx’s downy hair, then to Feyre’s mouth—slow, sweet, full of that soul-deep love that had taken lifetimes to find.
“Come,” Rhys murmured, scooping them both into his arms with his wings curling protectively around them. “Let’s take the little tyrant to bed.”
They lay together beneath night-sapphire sheets, Nyx nestled on Feyre’s chest like the world’s tiniest, sleepiest cat. Rhys curled behind them, a warm line of protection and adoration.
Feyre traced lazy circles on Nyx’s back. His breathing slowed. His fingers loosened. He drifted into dreams.
Rhys whispered into the quiet, “Thank you.”
“For what?” Feyre breathed.
“For this. For him. For us. For turning the word home into something that feels like you.”
Feyre’s eyes stung—not with sadness, but with joy so full it was spilling.
She kissed his knuckles.
“I could say the same.”
Rhys smiled—soft, unguarded, the smile he only ever gave her.
The House dimmed the lights, the city hushed, and the stars outside seemed to twinkle just a little brighter.
In Velaris—the City of Starlight—the High Lady and High Lord slept with their son between them, loved so fiercely that the night itself tucked them in.
And if anyone listened closely, they might have heard the new little High Lord snoring. Very softly. Very adorably.
And, perhaps, dreaming of ruling the world—or at least, ruling his parents until breakfast.
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I finished the ACOTAR series yesterday and I am in shambles I need the next one asap it was so good and I wrote this because we were robbed of baby nyx
The first snow of the season had transformed Camp Half-Blood into a sparkling winter wonderland. Pine trees bowed under heavy white branches, and the cabins were dusted with frost that glimmered in the weak sun. You pulled your scarf tighter, relishing the cold bite on your cheeks.
“Hey!” Percy’s voice broke through the quiet, cheerful as ever. He was crouched behind a snow-laden log, dark hair dusted with glittering flakes. “Snowball fight?”
You grinned, ignoring the chill creeping into your fingers. “You’re on, Jackson.”
He didn’t waste a second. A snowball flew straight for you, hitting your shoulder with a wet plop. You yelped, hopping back, laughing at his mischievous grin.
“Seriously?” you shouted, scooping up a handful of snow. “You’re going down.”
Percy laughed—honest, full-bodied, contagious laughter that made your heart skip. “We’ll see about that!”
For the next few minutes, it was a flurry of snow and laughter. You dodged, ducked, and occasionally got hit by snowballs, each time letting out an uncontrollable giggle. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt this carefree.
Percy crouched low behind a log, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’re too slow,” he teased, forming another perfect snowball. “Ready?”
You narrowed your eyes, pretending to be serious. “Oh, I’m ready.”
You lunged, packed a snowball as fast as you could, and—THWACK!—hit him right in the face.
His shocked blink was priceless. Snow clung to his hair and eyelashes, and then he shook his head, laughing despite the icy splatter.
You couldn’t help it—you giggled, the sound spilling into the cold air, pure and unrestrained. “Gotcha!” you said, still laughing as he reached up to wipe the snow off.
“You…you little—” he sputtered, laughing so hard he could barely speak. “You actually hit me!”
“I did!” you said, eyes sparkling, your cheeks flushed from the cold and excitement. “And I loved it!”
Percy took a step closer, and without thinking, you just stayed there, letting him tower over you, snowflakes falling around you both. He shook his hair again, sending tiny snowflakes onto your scarf, and grinned. “You’re relentless, you know that?”
“And proud of it,” you whispered, tilting your head to glance up at him.
He reached out, brushing a snowflake off your nose, and before you knew it, he’d wrapped an arm around your waist. “I kind of like it,” he admitted, his voice low, teasing. “You. Snow. Me. It’s…perfect.”
You leaned into him, laughing softly. “Don’t get too confident. Revenge is coming.”
Percy just laughed again, soft and warm despite the cold, and pulled you closer. “I’d expect nothing less.”
The two of you stayed like that for a while, surrounded by the quiet of the snow-covered camp, hearts racing and laughter echoing across the frozen grounds. Somewhere, a faint breeze carried the promise of more snowball battles to come—but right now, it was just you and Percy, perfectly frozen in a wintery little bubble of happiness.
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I feel like I need winter more than fall so I needed to write this…
