“I love you, Arthur,” I say.
Arthur turns to me. “Te amo . . . too, Ben.”
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“I love you, Arthur,” I say.
Arthur turns to me. “Te amo . . . too, Ben.”
Make Me Choose
I've just seen a post like this by @shiirotora and thought why not
So, ask me and get some aesthetic or even piece of fanfiction
Kieran laughed softly, looking at his little baby. The boy was playing with his daddy's hand, truly delighted. For a split second, the world had stopped, and there was only Kieran, and his son, and the greatest of feelings—love, not just for another creature, but for your child, your own flesh and blood.
Mark fell asleep near Kieran, too tired after a long travail he had spent by Kieran's side, holding his hand, comforting him, whispering “You're doing great, Kier. Breathe”.
Kieran could not remember crying, and screaming, and agonizing pain—it was a blur now. But he did remember his son's first cry, remember Mark kissing him with tears in his eyes.
“Uranus”, whispered Kieran, and the boy looked up at his daddy, his blue-green eyes sparkling. “I love you, my precious moonlight, I love you so much”. And then he looked at Mark, who was snoring peacefully in his pillow, and smiled, stroking his husband's fair curls with his free hand. Mark murmured something, caught Kieran's hand and was asleep again. Kieran yawned and allowed himself some dreaming.
Diana realized with a start she had been looking for Kieran beside Mark, expecting him there now, and had forgotten he was gone.
“I will not let you be forced back into the Hunt if you do not wish it.”
Kieran’s eyes softened. In that moment, Mark thought he would have promised him anything, no matter how rash.
“... I love you so much”.
— Kit Herondale's & Kieran Kingson's mothers
Happy 27th Birthday, Izzy! || May 15, 1991
fjerdan!Mark × heartrender!Kieran || “I have been made to protect you”.
“Alastair likes Thomas”
“I love you, Grace”. “Your mistake”. “I love you, Jamie”. “...”
“James had wanted friends, but he had not wanted to be the kind of friend who people settled for, because they could not get any better. Except he was, as he had always secretly feared, tedious and poor company. He did not know why books had not taught him how to talk so other people wanted to listen.”
→ Mieran quotes (for my soulmate @mr-rainbowrits)
“When I looked into my son’s memories,” he said, “I saw you, Blackthorn. Lady Nerissa’s son.” His smile was malignant. “Your mother died of sorrow when your father left her. My son’s thoughts were half of you, of the loss of you. Mark, Mark, Mark. I wonder what it is in your bloodline that has the power to enchant our people and make fools of them?”
“Jonathan,” she said softly. “He would have been older than me? A year older?” Luke said nothing. “I always wanted a brother,” she said.
Julian's Universe || Mark's Starlight for @rainbow-in-the-sky-rits
“Also, we’re heading for the Unseelie Court,” Emma added. “Which is supposed to be like one of those horror movies Dru likes, but less, you know, fun.”
Mark jammed his knife up against Kieran’s throat. Kieran stiffened against the knife. “I should kill you right here,” Mark said through his teeth. “I should cut your throat.”