So what happens if two people who have promised their firstborn to separate witches have a child together? Do they both just pop up in the nursery and have a custody battle?
I need a book about a little girl whose parents had promised their firstborn to different witches and the only way that both ends of the deal were fulfilled was for them to have joint custody of the child.
I love it!
And then the witches, forced to share a cottage while raising their joint stolen child, fall in love…
- Them resting together and talking to each other before falling asleep. Bonus if one half gets the other to run their hand through their hair and down their back.
- Forehead touching.
- Stroking one’s head in that way where their hand lingers on their cheek or jaw, and giving them a soft smile.
- Slow, shy kissing that eventually just ends up being really calming and nice to both of them.
- One person doing or talking about something they enjoy greatly whereas their partner just stares at them with a small smile and slight laugh because wow what a cutie their partner is.
- Hugs around the waist from behind and nuzzling their neck while talking as casually as ever.
- Forehead kisses.
- Playful arguing that leads to playful, harmless elbows shoving into their sides while they laugh at each other and themselves.
- Gazing up at the night sky while laying down on theirs and pointing out different stars and holding hands and shifting closer to one another.
When Anna is captured by the angels, and forced into jail for “retraining” or torture, depending on who you ask, she has doesn’t believe she’ll ever get out. However, one day, when the apocalypse has come and gone, the rise of the leviathans and their subsequent fall, and the angels nearly being expelled from heaven, they come to her. She’ll be free to leave her prison and considered obedient once more, if she goes to hell - alone - and rescues a soul. A soul that just happens to be that of Jo Harvelle.
Coming on the 3rd of September… art by capricorn-child
When Bossuet fell in love with his best friend he thought, just my luck.
When Bossuet fell in love with his best friend’s new friend he thought, just my luck.
When Bossuet saw the two people he loved, fall in love with each other and start a relationship he thought, just my luck.
When a stuttering Joly and a smug-looking Musichetta approached him one late night and asked him to join them in bed, Bossuet cursed that he got to taste both of them once but never again, and thought: just my luck.
When neither Joly nor Musichetta woke as he snuck out in the lure of the night to go home, when all he really wanted was for them to wake up and ask him to come back to bed, he thought: just my luck.
When Bossuet ran into a distraught looking Joly in the street, after a week of successfully avoiding him, Bossuet cursed and thought: Just my luck.
When Joly looked at him with watering eyes and a trembling lip, pleading for him to just please give us a chance, Bossuet hated that he hadn’t seen it clearly from the beginning, and thought: Just my luck.
When he woke up the next day with two bodes wrapped tightly around him, forcing him to stay in bed, and soak in the love they felt for him, Bossuet chuckled and thought with a wry smile, that perhaps, finally, his luck was turning.
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I’m finee! How are you? :))
ahh that’s good.
and me? my fingers are sore from changing my theme and i really should move because my room is so dark. but other than that… i’m good!! :D