#I forgot to put the wall up behind violet

[bearlytolerant]

Made the twins in sims today.

#logan and violet are behaving #I’m proud of them #Sage is making fang do things he didn’t as a child #they haven’t flirted yet in here either 😅 #slow burn everywhere #oc: sage #oc: violet #I forgot to put the wall up behind violet #my bad

[sprout-fics]

No no you don't understand.

I need. I need these boys to decide that having four separate residences is far too much of a hassle when they're all involved in a committed relationship with each other and with you. The constant shuffling from flat to flat to Price's too small house with the tiny garden isn't enough. I need them to spend weeks looking at finances and listings and finally settling on a huge, neglected property in the countryside surrounded by farmland and walking lanes.

I need them to show up to this place and seeing the shutters hanging by a single nail, cobwebs collecting in corners and overgrown hedges leading up to the house. I need them to roll up their sleeves and set to putting the place to rights with enthusiasm turned frustration turned delight as they work.

Soap gleefully knocks down walls, Simon keeps Gaz from falling off the roof by catching his pant leg while they mend the singles, Price stands in the garage and tries to figure out the lawnmower that may be older than them all. You focus on logistics of ordering furniture, feel the boys pass by behind you and point out things they like and dislike, squabble over details like gaming systems and couches. They enlist your help in cleaning the chimney, and you laugh when you end up covered in soot.

The plumbing systems are upgraded, new windows are installed, you pick out some fancy lighting fixtures that Simon nearly drops while putting them up. You help Price put down new wood floors, and rub his shoulders while you take a break in the afternoon sunshine. You and Gaz travel to the furniture store about an hour away still covered in paint from trying swatches for your bedroom, and end up needing to come back for a second trip to buy all the linens and towels you all could possibly need (they're on sale)

The boys watch on with exhaustion and pride as you command the movers to place the new dining table and bed frames where they need to go, and they grumble when you turn to them expectantly to do the rest of the work. Gaz gets out of it by offering to make you all a home cooked meal, and you all slouch around your new tables with full bellies and warm hearts.

You get dirt under your fingernails as you plant violets by the front gate, and Simon takes you by the back door to show you a vixen and her two kits playing just beyond the fence. You await Price's return from the recycling center eagerly to show him the finished tile in the bathroom, your cheek flecked with caulk. You watch his smile, hear Soap's delighted laughter from the attic as he discovers an aged, unopened bottle of scotch left by the previous owners.

It takes weeks, months for you all to put the place in order, and by the end of it all you're exhausted. When the mailbox is fixed at last, you all look to each other as if to say 'Is this it? Is this everything?' and try to remember the things you forgot. There are none.

Price makes you all a pot roast that night, and you and Gaz set to making enough sides to feed a small army. It's the best meal you've ever had. After, when the dishes are done and drying, Soap puts on a movie that you all watch with bleary eyes. You fall asleep against Simon's shoulder, sharing a blanket with Gaz. The fireplace flickers warmly. The movie fades to a distant murmur. You hear Price say something clever, hear Soap snort as you drift off.

You're home.

#poly 141 #poly 141 x reader #141 x reader #task force 141 #tf 141 #x reader #musings #Daydream domesticity fantasy au

[redtsundere-writes]

Jinx | Sukuna Ryomen

mmafighter!sukuna ryomen x coach!reader

Part 2. The New Coach.

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Sypnosis: Sukuna Ryomen is a fighter with anger issues. Beating his ass once won't stop his shitty attitude. The training session is on. Contents: Jinx AU. Fighting. Cursed words. Sukuna is always angry. Itadori and Sukuna are brothers. Reader and Sukuna have top energy. Word Count: 2927 words. Author's Note: So I posted this in AO3 like two days ago, and I forgot to post it here lmao. Sowwy uwu

When Sukuna said he wanted to start immediately, he wasn’t joking. He ordered me to follow him to start away. We returned to a gym full of confused fighters, witnessing the strongest fighter dragging his new coach by the arm. Nanami scolded him, telling him that he should be more careful around me, but Sukuna didn’t give a shit about it. He was really a tough one.

“You are not doing the sit-ups correctly. Don't bend your back,” I ordered as I watched Sukuna's posture like a vulture. His breath was shaking with each sit up, sweat was starting to show up gradually under his armpits, and he was focusing on doing the exercise correctly. At the end of the day, he is a boxer, it is understandable that he doesn’t like leg workouts. He was visibly upset, but if he doesn’t want to be defeated by a floor fighter, he should start training and thinking like one. 

The secret to becoming a great floor fighter is flexibility. Using your legs in your favor will always lead you to the good path. Being a floor fighter requires being intuitive, and sometimes, creative. Most fighters are often used to only using their upper body to defend themselves and use their legs just to move fast, Sukuna is one of those. I needed to change his mindset. 

The sight of one of the fighters caught my attention. He must be one of the younger fighters in the gym. He was a thin, black haired boy with curious blue eyes. I didn't pay him any mind because maybe he was just a fan of Sukuna, and he was watching him and not me. 

I ordered Sukuna to do stretching exercises. Trying to reach for your toes sitting down is something that sounds easy in theory, but it's pretty hard in practice. I saw him struggling to even reach them with the tip of his fingers. Sukuna groaned under his breath, trying to do the exercise right. His black tribal tattoos stretched, following the flow of his tender skin. 

“I know you can,” I cheered behind him, pushing his sweaty back with my palms to make him reach further. 

I felt around his back with my curious fingers to learn his anatomy. His shoulders were wide, his shoulder blades; sharp, and his back was super tensed. It was like I was feeling a giant brick wall. My hand traveled to his shoulders, being careful enough to not tickle him. I squeezed the curvature to inspect them. 

“What the fuck are you doing?!” He yelled at me, abandoning his posture to look at me. I slapped the back of his head. 

“Look forward!” I yelled back. He squeezed his teeth to avoid saying something else, focusing again on the stretching exercise. “Can you just relax? You are tenser than a suspect of murder.” I said, pushing his shoulders downwards. 

“Sukuna is always tense, it’s in his nature.” A woman behind me said. A brunette with deep eyes and clear skin, aside from her tired violet eye bags. “My name is Shoko Ieri, I’m his physiotherapist,” she introduced herself. I introduced myself as well. She looked like a very serious and observant person. Even though she didn’t have a friendly face, I could see that she took her job very seriously. 

“Sukuna had a therapy session now,” she said. Sukuna sighed and stood up. Without seeing me or saying goodbye, he went to one of the healing rooms. I ground my teeth upon the lack of consideration, I had to remember myself who I was working with. Apparently today’s training was done. 

“It looks like you will accept the job.” Nanami approached me while I was putting away my stuff in my bag. His face was more relaxed than in the morning.

“I've wanted the job since I entered,” I answered, unwrapping the bandages off my hands. 

“Really? You didn’t look like it,” he said. 

He was right. There was an explanation for it. Last night I researched everything I could about Sukuna. If his manager told me that he goes all out to get rid of his coaches, I need to go all out as well. I had to make sure Sukuna could see that he needed me so he could maintain his champion title. 

“The key of a good coach is to make the trainee see the clear power difference. As a light heavyweight champion, Sukuna struggles to see that difference,” I explained with a wise voice. I knew what I was talking about from experiences. I was a woman in the middle of a male dominated world.

“You were planning to fight against him from the beginning?” He asked curiously. I just nodded. This was my only way to make him see and know what will be the result of his next fight if luck isn’t by his side. 

Nanami led me to his office, so I could sign my job contract under the conditions we previously talked on the phone. I had fixed schedules, which allowed me to continue teaching jiu jitsu lessons on the weekends. The pay was excellent and made me feel like I was in the UFC again. I was happy everything went according to plan, I just needed to continue having Sukuna under my wig. 

Also, Nanami let me know that Sukuna had an upcoming fight in two months, so I had to be really strict with him so he could be ready. When I heard the name of his opponent, I knew I had to take things to the next level quickly. 

“It’s so nice having some time away from that brat,” Gojo said as he stretched his arms while sitting on the office couch. “I was praying for this day to come.” 

“What day?” I asked. 

“The day somebody kicked his ass. His ego meter has gone through the roof. I didn’t know if I could handle him anymore,” he explained, visibly irritated. 

“You don’t seem to be too fond of him,” I commented. 

“Don’t get me wrong. Sukuna is great, an amazing fighter, but he is just too stubborn,” he said. I thought the same way. His technique, adaptability, and strength were obvious. Yeah, he was an asshole, but a very impressive asshole. 

“How long have you been training him for?” I asked him, curious about how he got the job. Did he have to do something like I did?

“Sukuna and I went way back, I was his first coach. I met him when he was 10 years old.”  I knew Sukuna was 22 so that meant he had been coaching that little shit for over 12 years. 

Gojo must be a saint by this point. I bet Sukuna was one of those brats with too much energy and time on his hands. I could picture him bullying his classmates and running around the dojo while Gojo tried to give the lesson. 

“He was always like this?” 

“Nah, he was worse before. His little brothers were the ones who got the nice genetics from his father.” Gojo pointed to the window to another pink-haired boy, he was with the black haired that caught my attention earlier. They were running on a treadmill while chatting. He had a bright smile and a friendly vibe. “He is a great kid. He works really hard, but Sukuna is on another level.” 

Exiting the small sports office, I made my way to the elevator to go home, but the boy with black hair and Sukuna’s little brother caught my attention again. Now they were discreetly looking at me, whispering things to each other. Now, I needed to know what they were whispering about. 

“Can I help you?” I asked them as I got closer to them. They looked at me with a spark of surprise in their eyes, as if I caught them in the act. 

“Hey, my name is Yuuji and my friend, Megumi, just wanted to ask you something,” the friendly pinky said while pushing his friend to step forward. Yuuji seemed to be someone genuine and friendly. On the other side, Megumi was reserved and poker-faced. 

“Hi Megumi, what can I do for you?” I asked like he was a new student in my gym. 

“I saw the fight today, you are very talented,” Megumi complimented me. I didn’t know if he was genuine or not because his voice was monotone. “I was wondering if you could you give me some fighting advice,” he asked. I checked the hour since I wanted to go home, but it was pretty early. I was still in the mood for some training, plus these two can be a lot of help because they know Sukuna more than I did. 

“I’ll do it if you buy me a sandwich later on,” I asked with a smile. They looked at each other in excitement and they accepted. 

Training Megumi felt completely different to training Sukuna. Sukuna was a fierce beast with a destroyer punch, while Megumi was a strategist with a quick wit. His posture was great, his punches were connecting well, and his moves were well thought. He was punching my gauntlets with precision, following my pattern of moves. 

“You are doing it great,” I said while attacking him with the gauntlet so he could punch them to my speed. “But this is mixed martial arts, not fake wrestling.” 

My left gauntlet was supposed to be horizontal, signaling that he needed to dodge. Instead, I slapped him across the face and he dropped to the floor. Yuuji covered his face to not see his friend flop. Megumi grunted, struggling to get up from the surprise attack. 

“You are talented, kid. You just need to act more by instinct and not mind, do you get it?” I asked. Megumi nodded, getting back on his feet with grace. “Let’s go. One more time,” I prepared myself with the gauntlets.  

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Sukuna asked me angrily, standing outside the area we were practicing in. Apparently, his therapy was over.  

“We were in the middle of something, don’t you see?” I asked, not paying him any mind. This wasn’t enough for him. He stomped on me and tried to take my gauntlets by force. I squirmed around to release from his grip around my wrists. His hand was so big compared to mine, so it was hard to get away. “What the fuck are you doing?!” I asked. I pushed him away from me with my elbow and he finally released me, 

“Who give you the right to coach someone else?! You are my coach and only mine!” He yelled, catching the attention of the surrounding fighters. I scoffed as I took the gauntlets off, I wasn’t in the mood to train anymore. Megumi tried to enter my defense, but I stopped him. 

“My contract stipulates that I can’t coach other active UFC members and fighters. Coaching Megumi doesn’t interfere with my contract,” I explained, keeping my cool. 

“This is my fault, brother. It’s just a one time thing,” Itadori said to Sukuna, trying to calm him down, but he was still throwing daggers at me. 

“I don’t give a shit what your contract says, if I say you quit training this little shit, you stop!” He screamed once again. 

“Megumi is a rookie and falls two divisions under yours. He is not a threat,” I defended him. 

“But he is the son of my next opponent, you stupid bitch,” he groaned. 

This caught me by surprise. I looked at Megumi looking for answers, but I just needed to take a good look at him. The resemblance was so obvious, how I didn’t see it before? He was a compact version of Toji Fushiguro, Sukuna’s next opponent. 

I have watched Toji’s fight live and on TV, and he was a real menace in the heavyweight division. He fights so naturally, fighting for him is as normalized in his body as walking. He always looked so calm and bored while fighting that it’s scary. 

“I only admitted him here because he is Itadori’s friend, so stop playing around and focus, or you’ll lose your job on the first day,” Sukuna threatened me. 

“Fine,”  I scoffed. Sukuna passed aside, pushing my shoulder to get back to his training. He knocked me out successfully. Yuuji followed him to keep trying to change his mind. 

“I am so sorry, I should have told you before,” Megumi apologized. 

“Don’t worry, I should have noticed before. You looked like your father,” Megumi’s face softened when he saw that I wasn’t mad at him. 

“Everyone says that, do you know him?” He asked, taking his boxing gloves off. 

“Not personally, he used to go to my old gym when I first started,” I explained. “He is an excellent fighter, why don’t you train with him?” Megumi shook his head at the idea. 

“He told me that if I wanted to ‘be better than him’, I should train away to get experience,” he explained. I could get behind that logic. 

“Well, I hope my advice today will help you to achieve that goal faster.” Megumi thanked me and continued with his training alone. 

A month passed by, and every training session with the champion was a challenge. Sukuna is not the type of person who likes to receive orders whatsoever, so I had to adjust my sentences every time I had to ask him to do something. For example, I now say “Let’s do some pushups” instead of “Give me 50 pushups.” Sukuna is just a big brat waiting for a reason to make a tantrum. I sometimes needed to remind myself why I was doing this in the first place. 

“A good kick is not just about strength, it's about precision and speed. It’s about focusing on a target.” I told Sukuna, who was focused on my words. “Show me your best kick.” I asked him while patting the punching bag. 

I stepped aside so he could have the room to himself. He breathed deeply and did a standard kick so powerful that it made the punching bag swing. It was quite impressive, and he was quite proud of himself. I applauded him for his execution. 

“Did you like that?” He asked me with a smirk. 

“Yeah, I do like it, but it was too slow. Anyone could dodge that with an arm block. You are better than that,” I said as I made him step aside from the zone. “I want a quick swipe.” I said before kicking the bag as fast as I could with perfect form. The bag barely moved, but it sounded way louder than Sukuna’s. 

I heard someone clapping behind me and I thought it was Sukuna, but I was totally wrong. It was a tall man with long, raven black and deep, piercing eyes. I could see from his clothing that he wasn’t a fighter. He was wearing a maroon turtleneck with black pants and nice boots with a cross body bag. 

“That was a great kick,” he complimented me. 

There was an aura of mystery around him, a sense of depth that beckoned to be explored. He was like a riddle wrapped in an enigma, his heart guarded by walls built from his complex past. Yet, there was an undeniable warmth there, a flame that could ignite with the right touch. That aura was ruined by Sukuna of course. 

“What the fuck do you want, Choso? Can you see I am in the middle of training?” Sukuna scoffed at him. Choso’s aura completely changed from this cool, mysterious guy to a poker-faced boy who doesn’t want to deal with the king of the ring. 

“Where’s Yuuji? He asked me to bring him his lunch,” he explained as he pulled out a well wrapped lunchbox. 

“I don’t know. Maybe he is training, grabbing some water or fucking Megumi in the locker room, I don’t know.” Choso rolled his eyes and then looked at me. 

“You must be the new coach. Yuuji told me about you,” Choso greeted me with a respectful bow, which I reciprocated. 

“Oh, I see. Are you his friend?” I asked, Choso was about to answer, but then Yuuji came running up to him. 

“Hey, bro! Thanks for bringing my lunch, I was starving.” He excitedly said with a bright smile as usual. Choso smiled back at him and then checked his watch. 

“I should go back to work. It was nice finally meeting you,” Choso said goodbye and quickly left the gym. Yuuji followed him on the way out. I followed them with my eyes until they got to the elevator. 

“I hate when people just distract me from training,” Sukuna scoffed as he practiced the kick that I showed him. 

“He was cute, who is he?” I asked him curiously. Sukuna smirked at me. 

“You must be joking, right?” He asked. 

“Why would I be joking?” 

“I am not man winging my brother with my coach, hell nah!” I gasped as soon as he said that. 

“What? Your brother?” I asked in disbelief. 

“He is the middle one. Yuuji and him are pretty close,” he said before replicating my kick almost perfectly. Sukuna was a complete asshole, but he is an incredible fast learner. 

“You are not close to them too?” I asked him as I watched him prepare himself for another kick. 

“They are just another distraction,” he stated before kicking the bag perfectly. He is so insufferable sometimes.

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[chvoswxtch]

Hey girl!! I’m so happy for your milestone! You deserve it! You’re writing is incredible and you’re an amazing person. I look forward to your posts and writing all the time! Can’t wait to continue reading your work!

I have been debating song lyrics since you posted about the bar opening because of course I’m gonna order a margarita on the rocks with Frank! Bet you’re surprised about that one 😂

So I’m ordering a margarita on the rocks and I hope to meet Frank there, and in my little world, “Holding Out for a Hero” is playing in the background. I’m partial to the lyrics “I’m holding out for a hero till the end of the night/he’s gotta be strong and he’s gotta be fast/and he’s gotta be fresh from the fight”

I might order a few more drinks. 😏Let’s get this party started!! 🍹🍺🍾

my lovely meg,

I think you give me far too much credit, so I need to confess that while writing this, I forgot the word for hourglass and literally had to google "sand glass thing you turn over time". so maybe humble me a bit. 😬

thank you so much for always being so sweet. frankie's got your margarita on the rocks at the end of the bar waiting for you. 😏

as a reminder: margarita on the rocks means it's spicy (minors dni)!

blurb below the cut

holding out for a hero

he’s gotta be fresh from the fight

Your knee bounced anxiously up and down as you sat perched on the edge of the couch, eyes continuously darting over towards the clock on the wall. 

11:47pm.

Frank was supposed to come home today. You spoke to him this morning, and he was in the process of packing his limited belongings he’d brought to the motel he was staying at. He promised he was coming home to you today.

“Be on the road in ‘bout ten minutes, should be there in a couple hours. Can’t wait to see ya, sweetheart.”

That was this morning, and it was almost midnight. When Frank didn’t show up by the afternoon, you’d called him, but his phone went straight to voicemail. You tried not to freak out about that, but the more you kept getting greeted by an automated message instead of his familiar gruff voice, panic began to spread through your lungs like air stretching out a balloon. 

You’d lost track of how many times you had called him. How many hysteric voicemails and frantic messages you had left him. You were on the verge of breaking down and reaching out to Madani to demand an all out manhunt to find him. This wasn’t like Frank. He always checked in with you if he was going to be late, even by a minute. He knew how much you worried when he was away, and he did everything he could to put your mind at ease.

It was hard not to let your mind wander to the worst possible case scenarios. The fact that Frank Castle was still alive and kicking despite all of the numerous times he should have died already was a goddamn miracle. You can only cheat Death so many times before Death decides to retaliate. What if his stubborn luck had finally run out? What if the last grain of sand had slipped past his hourglass, and you weren’t there to catch it?

Before you could spiral any further, the sound of a lock turning caught your attention, and you were rushing towards the front door. Just as you reached the threshold, Frank was closing the door behind him, and he paused to stare at you when he caught the look on your face. You must have looked like an absolute wreck; hair a tangled mess from running your fingers through it anxiously, nose glowing red from intermittent breakdowns, eyes glassy with tears and fears of the unknown. A soft gasp emitted from your lips when you took him in.

Frank’s hair was disheveled and sweat glistened across his forehead and down the column of his throat. There were fresh cuts actively bleeding above his right eyebrow, across his large nose, and you caught the flash of white gauze beneath the sleeve of his henley on his left arm. Even in the dim light you could see a fresh patch of violet blooming underneath his left eye, just along the crest of his sharp cheekbone. The movement of his hand caught your attention, and you watched as he pulled his phone from his pocket to show you the completely shattered screen and-wait, was that a bullet lodged in the middle?

Frank grunted quietly as he motioned his head towards the demolished phone.

“Sorry I didn’t call, baby. Ran into a little trouble, and this goddamn thing got blown to bits.”

Once your nerves started to dissipate and you realized Frank wasn’t a cruel trick of your imagination, you rushed forward to cup his face gently in your hands, a fresh wave of tears approaching the shore of your waterline.

“Jesus, Frank. What the hell happened?”

“Nothin’ I couldn’t handle.”

For a moment all you could do was close your eyes and let your forehead rest against Frank’s broad chest, deeply inhaling his scent and gripping onto the collar of his shirt to ground yourself. 

Frank was home. Frank was okay. Frank was alive.

“I was…I was so-”

Your voice broke off towards the end in a choked sob, and Frank moved his hands from your hips to wrap tightly around your waist, hugging you tightly into his chest as he peppered kisses into your hair.

“Hey, I’m alright. I can take a lot, you know that. Always come home to you, don’t I?”

“I thought…I thought-”

“Hey, shh shh shh. C’mere, baby.”

Frank lightly grasped your face in his large hand, tipping your head back gently to press his lips delicately to yours. Tears slipped down your cheeks in pure relief, but Frank simply swallowed them as he kissed you even deeper, holding you as close to his body as he could. You weren’t sure if it was the pure adrenaline coursing through his blood or the physical reassurance your body craved to make up for all those hours of helpless mania, but both of you seemed to silently understand exactly what you needed from each other in that moment.

Bending down slightly to wrap his arm around your waist, Frank abruptly lifted you up into his arms as you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist, grabbing onto the back of his neck while slipping your tongue into his mouth with a content hum. He blindly walked you both backwards until you bumped into the kitchen table, setting you down on the surface as his large hands tore your shirt over your head as yours fumbled with the buckle of his belt. The second he slipped your panties past your ankles, Frank spit into his palm and slipped it between your thighs, warming you up with his thick fingers while your hand slipped past his jeans and into his boxers to wrap your hand around his eager cock. 

Not a word needed to be spoken in that moment. You needed to feel that Frank was here with you, and Frank needed to show you how much he missed you.

The delicious sting of your walls accommodating his thick cock lulled you into a calm sense of serenity as he locked his arms around your body like unbreakable chains.

Frank was home. Frank was okay. Frank was alive.

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[cas-kingdom]

I’d love it if you could write

“Well, this went horribly wrong…” And “Idiots. They are all idiots.”

With Chicago Fire pretty please ❤️

The atmosphere of Firehouse 51 was one of absolute secrecy. The majority of the house had crammed into the common room, some filling food dishes while others strung up decorations, each person adopting a very temporary and absolutely rare attitude of quiet.

"Hey, Kelly, grab that," you whispered as loud as you could. Balancing on the edge of an armchair, you had been attempting to stick a Happy Birthday banner above the doorway.

Kelly put his stack of party hats down and rushed over to help. "Where am I going?" he asked, taking the end of the banner. He pulled it over to the other side of the room, standing on the tips of his toes to stick it in the corner. "Here? Hey, Stella, pass me the tape?"

Sylvie slapped Mouch's hand as it reached for the bowl of popcorn. "Uh, no! Hands off the party food, Mouch."

"Oh, come on, there's more than enough here," Mouch sulked.

Sylvie stared. "Off."

"Guys, where am I putting these party poppers?" Violet called, slapping a hand over her mouth when a chorus of hushes came her way.

Cruz pointed towards the pile of presents on a table. "I think Y/N said over there."

Hermann cursed. "Damn, I think I forgot my present."

"No, no—" You turned momentarily away from the birthday banner, which you were still struggling to hang up the right way, to point Violet in a different direction— "By the cake."

Stella, about three party hats on her head, frowned. "Did that personalised birthday sash every arrive?"

"Mouch, I said off the food!"

"Please, Sylvie?"

"Y/N," Kelly said, "this is impossible." The birthday banner did not want to stay up, its finicky material ripping and slipping every time you and Kelly tried to stick your respective ends to the wall.

You, ever the tenacious one, set your lips in a tight, determined line and frowned as you concentrated. "Nothing's impossible Just—reach a bit more—"

Ritter's voice, riddled with nervous laughter, broke through the quietude of the common room. "Uh, guys?"

"What in God's name are you doing to my firehouse?"

Your head swung around so fast you lost your balance on the edge of the chair and fell, only saved from falling in a heap on the floor by Cruz, who caught you and steadied you.

Chief Wallace Boden stood inches in front of the open doorway, stern face surveying the common room's new features. Behind him, Capp and Tony lingered, the we fucked up looks absolutely at home on their faces. They escaped not a single glare from the occupants of the room, who stood scattered, each with their own job that they took one hundred percent seriously.

Capp leaned over Boden's shoulder. "You said twelve!" he hissed.

"We said half twelve!" Stella hissed back.

There was a general silence and very little movement that lasted approximately three seconds before Sylvie stepped forward, hands clasped in front of her and smiling as wide as she could without it looking too forced.

"Chief!" she said. "Surprise?" At the ensuing silence, she spun on her heel and glared until everyone shouted "surprise!"

The birthday banner fell on Kelly's head.

"Well," Hermann said around an awkward cough, "this went horribly wrong."

On any other day, in any other circumstance, you might have laughed about the upheaval. But this was a party you had been planning for three shifts. Each detail had been meticulously thought out, greatly desiring the man who'd been there for you since you were toddling around the firehouse to have a good birthday despite working. Now, that plan had plummeted downwards.

You sighed and your shoulders slackened in defeat. Noting this, and finally grasping what this was, Boden let himself smile and picked up a party hat from one of the tables. "On the contrary," he said, putting the hat on your head, "I think it's wonderful."

A chorus of cheers rounded the common room and Cruz struck up the music player.

"Thank you, guys," Boden said as he pulled you, finally grinning, into his side, "truly."

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#chicago fire #Boden #Wallace boden #chief Wallace boden #reader #reader fic #sister reader #sister!reader #Stella kidd #sylvie brett #violet mikami #Christopher Hermann #mouch #Joe cruz #mine

[indigo-flightly-falls]

Newsies Unite! AU

Uhhh woe, Newsies and Pokémon crossover AU be upon you.

little snippet I wrote about Sparrow meeting Race, Spot, and Albert :D

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"Hello?" Sparrow asked in the general area of the desk in front of him, looking for the person to let him get to his dorm. "Is anybody there to help a lost, new student?"

A slight bang from behind the door on the back wall alerted Sparrow to the location of a person, but he wasn't moving. If somebody was making him wait, he'd wait for them.

"Sorry, sorry!" An adult man dressed in an purple and orange suit walked out the door, with messy hair and a charmander by his side. "Things got a bit switched around in the storage room, and I forgot there were more students arriving today."

"It's all good." Sparrow waved his hand, smiling. "I just need to get checked in so I can actually get to my dorm and unpack."

"Thank you for understanding." The trainer sat at the desk, and turned on the computer to check the logs. "Name?"

"Alex Widdow." Sparrow said. "I have two eevees and a taillow."

The man (Sparrow finally got around to checking his nametag, which read Fenris Wized) typed a few things into the computer, before nodding at Sparrow. "You're in dorm B4, which is on the second floor of the dorms building, and your pokémon are confirmed to be yours. Welcome to Aeos Island, trainer."

Sparrow nodded his head, a huge grin covering his face. He had finally made it.

Now to hope and pray that his dormmates would be nice.

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"B8, B6, ah, B4!" Sparrow had been walking down the hall, because for some reason the smaller numbered dorms were farther towards the end of the dorm building. But it was fine.

The doors on the right side were purple, while the ones on the left were orange, so Sparrow was left standing in front of a violet door with a number and a letter on it.

All that was left to do was open the door.

It opened with a small creek, and showed a scene of chaos before him.

"RACE GET YOUR JOLTEON OFF ME!"

Sparrow stood in the doorway, watching as a jolteon of all things had jumped on top of a teenager with brown hair, as a ginger haired trainer (probably the jolteon's owner) cackled at the chaos. On the couch across the room, a short teen with black hair was watching with a look of disappointment.

The person on the coach noticed Sparrow standing awkwardly in the doorway, and apparently decided to take pity on him.

"Race, Albert, cut it out. We've got a new roommate."

The two involved with the chaos of the jolteon, glanced over at Sparrow. The ginger quickly stood up, calling the jolteon back to its pokéball, and turned to face Sparrow.

"Greetings, sorry you had to barge in on that." He said, glaring at the others. "I'm Racetrack, although you can call me Racer like the others. That's Albert, and the short and murderous one is Spot."

Sparrow huffed a laugh. "I'm Alex, although I prefer to go by Sparrow." He paused, before adding onto his sentence. "Although I'll take any bird themed nicknames."

"Ah, a nicknames guy. Jack's goin' to have a field day." Spot commented, getting up from where he was sitting.

"What pokémon do you have?" Albert asked, sitting up and shaking his head to get his hair away from his face.

"Two eevees and a taillow." Sparrow said, grinning. "Basic, but leafeon and vaporeon are pretty decent when you get them."

"Another eeveelution appreciator." Racer said approvingly. "I've got a jolteon, a zeraora, and a raichu!"

"Speedy electric types?" Sparrow noted. "Good idea."

"I've got a flareon, a torchic, and a fennekin!" Albert called from the stool he had taken a seat on. "Fire types somehow seem to gravitate towards me."

"And I have a garchomp and a lucario." Spot added, causing Sparrow to stare at him.

"How the fuck did you catch a garchomp?"

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"Hey, you mentioned the one eevee is named Rapid, but what about the taillow and the second eevee?" Racer asked, petting his raichu from where it was sitting next to him.

Sparrow mentally froze for a second, before putting his hand in his hands.

"You guys are going to call me crazy, but I've had these two for almost three months now." He started. "The taillow is named Spot and the second eevee is named Racer."

Racer and Spot both stared at him for a second, causing Sparrow to shrink into the cushions of the couch.

"Well, fate is real and it has brought us together." Racer said with a chuckle. "Was there a reason or...?"

"That's the funny part!" Sparrow laughed, "I dreamed of fighting with somebody named Race, so I thought it was a badass name and modified it."

"Can you see the future?" Spot asked.

"Nope, I just have weirdly good name picking skills."

tags: @trenchcoatsbi (phil here you go. thank you for putting up with me live-asking my brainstorming :D ) @thenopequeen

#indi's writing #so um. i can explain #you see; brain likes to combine interests. and my current main interests are pokemon and newsies #so uh. crossover AU 👍 #newsies unite! AU #Alex 'sparrow' widdow - oc #yay more birds georg content :D #most of the pokemon stuff is based off pokemon unite bc it's the only game i've played #however i'm adding any pokemon i want. bc unite has a limited selection and it was annoying to choose #newsies #newsies broadway #racetrack higgins #spot conlon #uhhh albert is barely here so I'm not going to tag him #pokemon

[chidoroki]

182 Days of TPN - Day 95

Chapter 95: “Let’s Go Home”

Oliver is essentially the male-version of Emma with his view of Goldy Pond very similar to what she believed of Grace Field and the demon world itself.

We love a supportive parent, even if their kids wish for destruction. And aww the trio are so small and adorable. I’d love a story just about them and their several years spent at Goldy Pond. Hell, there needs to be more content of the GP trio in general. I’ll take literally anything.

Not to discredit Nigel and Violet, but it would be so much work for two people to watch over and guide 50+ kids, even with Lucas going with them.

Catch me crying over how sweet Oliver is. Also, that tiny flashback of Lucas being confused about Adam is cute. That kid certainly has a lot of questions surrounding him.

Y’all are just a bunch of self-sacrificial idiots and I love it. Ray could get along with them so well. I’d die to see him interact with the whole crew too.

Lucas once again being such a great dad by owning up to his mistakes (though I don’t think this one was even that bad since he was also suffering) and refusing to leave any of the children behind. I usually see people wish about how entertaining it could’ve been if Isabella met Yuugo, but Lucas is the real parent she needs to chat with. She could learn a thing or two from him.

Look how much my boy has grown! From not wanting to escape GF with the younger children simply because they were too young to understand and were bound to be a huge burden outside the wall, to now refusing to give up on anyone, no matter their age, potential, or how injured they are. Emma’s influence is so strong.

I wanna thank these kids for being so kind and ready to help out, but I also feel the need to apologize to them because aside from Theo, I remember none of their names. Wonderful additions to the family regardless!

Oh, I gotta say sorry to Adam as well because I forgot he was still around.. he’ll definitely be a big help during the long trip back.

Next on my list on content wish list is more of Ray just wearing the turtleneck. I know I should focus more on how he’s basically reciting both Norman & Emma’s words here, but c’mon, the turtleneck is such a good look! (Also, he looks super cute here.. and calm, which is surprising since he’s about to cauterize Emma’s wounds. I’d be freaking out but hey, he’s seems confident enough about it, so good on him.)

Aahh, even more memories I desperately wanted to see.

Emma’s dream continues to flourish and so quickly too, as it’s only been about two weeks since the escape. And Ray’s eyes look so pretty here wth.

Favorite panel/moment:

I can’t possibly just choose between these two moments because they’re equally as important to me as they are to the characters. Firstly, we got Ray offering his assistance to Violet & Nigel by guiding the 50+ kids along the three week route back to the shelter. This is so very important because he’s choosing other people over Emma aka his best friend/the girl he would give his very life for/the girl he promised to protect at all costs. This something he probably would’ve never done a couple months ago, but because it was Emma’s hope for everyone to survive and escape GP, of course he’s going to take charge of her wish when she’s down and out.

“He chose to escort a large group of children to safety, knowing he would be on edge for three weeks constantly worrying about Emma’s condition, instead of making the quick trip back with Yuugo because he knew how important it was to her that those kids, new members of their family, remained safe and feel what true freedom is.” - me, once again quoting myself because I’m lazy.

It isn’t like Ray’s making this decision haphazardly either. He goes the extra step to make sure Emma is well protected and given the best chance at survival, which means he’s gotta put all his trust into Yuugo (aka the dude he very much despised the previous day for allowing Emma to be snatched up by the poachers in the first place) to bring her back to the shelter in time. Also, this is the first time Yuugo calls Ray by name and I love how it parallels Yuugo using Emma’s name in ch90, as he agrees to follow each kid’s respective plans on both occasions.

#the promised neverland #tpn manga #182daysoftpn #chidoroki used chatter

[lamemaster]

I Dropped College to Become a Dark Lord

Genre: Crack, Modern guy in Middle Earth

Pairing: tbh

Summary: At first look, Melkor’s form seemed to be devoid of any sort of essence. A chill ran through the Valar as they considered the possibility of his escape. Tulkas and Orome had almost packed up for their adventure to Middle Earth. But then they had felt it. A sudden surge of life.

PART 1 | PART 2 |

The sky was dark. Stars twinkled as if gossiping about the entire universe. The air seemed to hold its breath as if afraid of the dark night. All this was happening as a single soul burned through the darkness.

It burned so brightly that the moon became envious of it. The entire world squeezed into the tiny room of a crumbling apartment building. It was an Engineering student. A very unfortunate engineering student who in the midst of pulling an all-nighter had fallen asleep. There goes the lab due the next day.

You know that feeling you get when you dream of falling in your sleep and then waking up with a jolt? In scientific language, it is called hypnic jerk.

Derek, our very meticulous STEM major protagonist had very confidently self-diagnosed to have a hypnic jerk in the middle of the night. He refused to open his eyes and went back to sleep. However, something was wrong. His body seemed to fall endlessly. What a weird dream.

“Melkor,” a voice called in his mind. Derek, who was very put off by the dream subtly cursed his brain. If it was going to be a jerk then Derek would ignore it. Fuck off, he internally flicked off his mind.

“Brother…” the annoying voice continued bugging him. Growing up in a household of 3 kids (him being the middle child) Derek had mastered the valuable ability to ignore any form of non-essential confrontations. He was a conflict avoider to the max. That worked best with his gremlin siblings. So, with years of practice, he continued to focus all his attention on sleeping.

“MELKOR.” With a scream accompanied by someone vigorously shaking his shoulders. Derek finally had enough. Ready to end whoever had dared to interrupt his date with Hypnos he opened his eyes.

“AAAAAAAH,” he pushed the white mass that hovered in front of his eyes. What in the absolute hell was this thing? Derek flung his feet off the bed as he shuffled back towards the wall. Internally he tried to pray to whatever god was available at this atrocious hour.

The white glob as he tried to focus was a person…? If you could call that thing a person. It had a face but what was up with the translucent body and brightness of the level of his mom’s phone (or most middle-aged woman’s)?

“Melkor, what…” Oh shit, it speaks. At this point, our protagonist tried to close his eyes and go back to sleep maybe he could wake himself up that way.

Just as he was about to close his eyes, he noticed a bunch of other lights in the room. Each glowed in a different shade. The bright white one with a slight touch of blue was the one he had seen first. It was the one talking gibberish in the first place.

With the attention span of a squirrel, Derek forgot about his prior intention to go back to sleep. Instead, he was now more intrigued by the lights. Aliens, Yeti, unicorns… possibilities were endless. So, Derek made up his mind to indulge in the dream or whatever this was supposed to mean.

Derek almost flinched when the white glob of light moved again. Looking back at it Derek could make out some of its features. He almost shit himself when he noticed the humanoid attributes of the ‘thing’.

“What the f-” his voice trailed off as the entire room stilled. Behind the white-light person, he could see another twinkling violet glob that seemed to exclude a murderous aura towards him. Maybe the report was a better option all along.

“Melkor,” the glob whispered. But not a regular whisper. No, it was a single word like a melody produced by an entire orchestra. At this point, Derek, the meticulous student who had been studying for the big portion of the night, felt an impending headache.

Just as he was about to lift his hand to massage his throbbing temple but he stopped mid-motion. His hand…what was he on? His hand was not his hand. It was an absurdly big hand, like a really big hand. Its skin was pale but not the sleeping beauty pretty kind of pale, no it was pale like rotting pale. Like the skin of hardcore gamers who despise sunlight. “It’s the skin of a killer Bella” his mind unhelpfully quoted Edward Cullen.

On an impulse, Derek shook his hand and then slapped himself hard on the cheek. Nothing. He did not wake up. On other hand, his face felt like it had been crushed by a mountain. This brought up the very essential question was he ultra strong or was he weakling hurt by his own move?

Unseen by Derek, who was busy contemplating on his strength, the glowing globs had seen his little show. There was unnoticed activity in the group that continued to stare at the befuddled dark lord.

When Derek looked up at the white light he could almost see a parental I am disappointed in you look.

Unknown to him there raged an equally tumultuous silent war on the other end of the room. Struck with the sight of the strongest Ainur (albeit a fallen one) the Valar could not help but be cautious.

After decades of Manwe not so subtly bringing up the matter of his brother, they had agreed to take a look at the first criminal of Arda. They had unleashed the fallen Vala from the void only to find him unresponsive. This further led to Manwe letting go of all the restraint to baby his elder brother.

At first look, Melkor’s form seemed to be devoid of any sort of essence. A chill ran through the Valar as they considered the possibility of his escape. Tulkas and Orome had almost packed up for their adventure to Middle Earth. But then they had felt it. A sudden surge of life.

They had put behind the weird occurrence. It could have been a void thing. Eh… they had Valar to console. Tulkas and Orome had put away their gear sulking but not giving up on the hope of future action. Manwe, the king of Valar, on other hand, had sighed in relief. His brother was safe. As long he was safe, Manwe would preserve to bring him back to light.

This is how they got here. Manwe tried to approach Melkor who was now crouched in a corner. Mandos could have laughed when he saw the befuddled look on Melkor’s face. Except he swallowed all his shits and giggles after one stern look from Varda.

“He’s clearly up to no good,” Ulmo who had been looking at the shit show supplied very unhelpfully. The Vala of water did not quite vibe with Valinor. He had been itching to go back. His social battery had died hours ago.

Looking at Melkor stare at his own hand as if it was an alien object Namo could no longer hold it in. “He does indeed look dumber than the last time.” However, he quickly settled back into the shadows when Varda gave him the look of doom.

The queen of Valar was not playing games today. She was a Valier on a mission. There was no way she would let her husband fall for Melkor’s lies. Nope, not on her watch.

Looking at Manwe taking baby steps towards his brother Nienna had already started crying hours ago. “I mean… it’s just so sad.” She sniffled next to Lorien who was mentally miles away.

“Mellkor,” Manwe called again. This time louder.

“What in the absolute fucking hell is a Melkor.” With that Mandos burst out laughing again.

Oh no not the amnesia plot, Vaire wondered in her mind.

#the silmarillion #silmarillion #the valar #ainur #manwe #manwe sulimo #melkor #morgoth #oc #crack fic #transmigration #Student OC #humor #nienna #varda #Nienna #Mandos #Irmo #tulkas

[lilacwineandthesinkingsun]

Bejeweled - III.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x f!reader

Masterlist | Part II.

You tossed the newest issue of Lady Whistledown into the fireplace in your room with tears in your eyes. Yes, it was really time that you quit while you're at least somewhat ahead. You'll put on an indifferent, ladylike smile, you'll put on your dress and dance and promenade, and talk with the men that are within reasonable social distance. It makes sense, it is safe.

At the next ball, you entered with your head held high, trying to block out the whispering of the ton. A small, peaceful smile settled on your face, but everyone who knew you, knew that it was fake. Suddenly there was almost a line of suitors around you. Perhaps this few weeks spent in the vicount's company did you some good after all.

Your first dance of the night was Lord Fife. He asked the same boring questions everybody did, he did not really seem like a man who is interested in marrying in general. He was a mediocre dancer, but you were thankful that he did not stomp on your feet.. The ton quickly forgot about the past few weeks, as they started chatting amongs themselves again, the attention not being on you anymore. After the dance you thanked him and walked to the side, hoping the walls would swallow you.

The next dance was Lord Lumley. Aside from telling you to not to talk as he was counting his steps, it was rather pleasant. You did not really care for the conversations anyways. After the dance, he looked behind you, smiling.

-I seem to be quite pressured to leave the lady's side. - he said as you looked behind your back, only to see Anthony approaching slowly. You turned back, and laced your hand around Lord Lumley's arm.

-Nonsense my lord. Let us walk to the refreshment table instead, i am quite parched. - you said already walking. Anthony stopped in his tracks, shaking his head in anger, before some mama's stormed him. You looked back over your shoulder, only to find him politely conversing already, trying to steal glances at you. You sighed. But was the sigh for being relieved you got away or disappointed?

The rest of the evening was rather uneventful. You felt Anthony's eyes boring a hole into your very soul all night, but he did not try to approach you again after.

You did not seen Eloise, perhaps she was lucky enough to get out of this ball after all. Your mother and Lady Violet talked somewhat sadly on the side while watching you dance the ball's last dance with Mr. Dorset, while Anthony danced with Miss Sharma. You were next to eachother, yet so far.

-I hoped something developed between them... i guess it was all but a daydream.. - Lady Violet said.

-Lady Violet, if i may.. - your mother started anxiously, already looking somewhat guilty - my daughter knows our social standing, she knows we would never be able to pay a huge dowry. They both know that even if their time was precious, that is all that's even can be. We are too lowly for a vicount, and there is noone to blame. We are sincerely cherish the friendship between the families, but this union was never meant to be. - Lady Violet looked at you and Anthony sadly as your mother left. She had always hoped for a love match for Anthony. She wanted him to be happy. And now, he would throw it all away in the name of duty and ranks. They had more than enough to not need a dowry at all if it meant he would know love, real love.

The next day Anthony was in his study swamped with papers and work when his mother knocked.

-We are going to the park dear, are you sure you dont want to come? Some fresh air with your family would surely do good..

-No mother, thank you. I have much to do still. I may join after i have finished. - he said not looking up from the papers in front of him. - Will um.. will the (Y/L/N) family attend?

-I suppose they will dearest. - she smiled gently.

When the Bridgerton family arrived at the park, they saw your mother an father, looking over the lake.

-Good day Lady (Y/L/N), Lord (/L/N). How are you on this fine day?

-Oh Lady Bridgerton, never better. - your mother smiled pointing over the lake excitedly.

When Lady Violet looked over the lake, she saw you sitting in a boat with Thomas Dorset, smiling, talking. She felt anxious all of a sudden.

-Is that Thomas Dorset i see with your daughter?

-Oh yes, isn't it wonderful? Mr. Dorset called on her just this morning. He said he was charmed by her the very night before. - your mother said dreamily. Anthony was about to join them when he heard your mother say i am quite sure he will propose soon enough. Oh my dear daughter.. how happy i am. - to his mother. His eyes nearly fell out. Mr. Dorset was rowing the boat to the side, but before he could offer you a hand, to help get out, Anthony offered. You were out in the open, it would surely mean scandal if you did not take it, let alone being extremely rude, which you cannot afford. So you did.

-Lady (Y/N), would you care for a walk around the lake? Chaperoned of course. - he asked and you looked at Thomas but all he did was smile and thanked you for your time before joining your father. You didn't have an out, so you said a shy yes. Your maid following you as a chaperone.

When you were far enough Anthony stopped, looking into your eyes.

-Is this what you want?

-Whatever do you mean Lord Bridgerton?

-Is Mr. Dorset really who your heart yearns for? - he asked, already searching for the answers in your eyes. There was a hint of sadness as you looked at him.

-My lord, i'll advise you not to meddle in my affairs. If you truly want to know, then yes. The likes of me have no hope on a love-match, i do not have the time to simply wait around, for i am already a burden to my family. What he offers is safety and protection, stability even. That is already more than i could've hope for in life. - by the end tears threatened to fall.

-You cannot marry him. - he said his voice desperate as he grabbed your glowed hand.

-That is entirely for my father and i to decide my lord. It is better this way. - you said as you tugged your hand free, your glove sliding off your hand as he didn't want to let you go. As you ran away from him, leaving half pair of a glove, and most of your heart for him to remember you by.

You were already in the carriage, retreating to your estate when he got back to your families.

His breathing was heavy as if he had ran.

-Anthony dear what has gotten into you? - his mother asked.

-I.. i ..... she cannot for the love of god marry Mr. Dorset.

-Foolish boy, what has gotten into you? - she asked as your father's jaw clenched.

-Lord Bridgerton, with all due respect, my daughter marries whoever she pleases. If Mr. Dorset proposes and she says yes then they will marry. But tell me Lord Bridgerton, since you seem far too invested in my daughter's marriage. Did you ever plan to marry her?

Anthony sighed and shook his head no. Guilt evident on his face.

-Then i suggest you stop playing with her heart.. - said your father. He wasn't a man of much words, but when he did talk, it had weight. RIght in that moment Anthony knew he loved you, hell, he had loved you from the moment he first heard you laugh. He was foolish enough to be blinded by duty, and now he needs to live with it.

Lady Violet just shook her head. Eloise was fuming, she never hated her brother more. Having fun is one thing, but playing with her best friend's heart like that will not do...

-Anthony would you walk with me? - she asked and Anthony just nod.

-What are you doing brother?

-I don't even know it myself Eloise.. - he said with a sigh - i know i can't have her, i should not, i always wanted to keep love out of my marriage, out of my life.

-Is it because of father?

-Do you remember mother after he died? She wasn't there, she was merely a shell of herself. I cannot, i will not deam anyone to that kind of suffering and pain..

-Why did you tell her not to marry your friend then?

-I do not know Eloise.. i .. i couldn't bear to see her with another.

-Well you'll have to choose brother. It is either you or another, and as much as i hate you, or the fact that you'd steal her away, i'd still much prefer you over Dorset. He seems extremely boring, and he does not have siblings as wonderful as you.. - she said smiling at Anthony. Her heart had softened on the way. Maybe it was the memory of their father or how she saw Anthony, how she truly saw him now. It was a rare moment between them to be so raw and honest. Especially about one's feelings.

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Your parents decided to host a dinner. Of course they had invited Mr. Dorset and his family, the Bridgertons, Lady Danbury, and the duke and the duchess of Hastings of course. Your home never really were open to the public, so the paintings, the statues the great library has never really been seen before. Since Lady Violet was helping your mother with the decorations, and flowers, probably even with the menu, they arrived way earlier than everyone else. You hid in the wing reserved for family, in the sage drawingroom, where your piano rested. It was a long time ago since you had played. You sat down as your light dress fell beautifully over your ankles. Your back was to the door, which you left slightly ajar if your mother needed help.

As you started to play, the whole estate stopped for a minute. It was long since they heard you play, but they were all the more thankful that you decided to grace them. Your fingers moved with such an elegance, such light air as if you were born to play the pianoforte. Anthony had just arrived when he heard you play thanks to the opened windows of the room. He all but run wanting to see you, hear you, smell you, talk to you even if its word of hate. He knew he would deserve it. But when he climbet the stairs to you, he saw through the crack of the door that Thomas walked to the room. Jealousy sparked deep within his heart as he watched you from hiding. Thomas walked up to you, smiling.

-Lady (Y/n), i know this might seem sudden, but the past few days have been the happiest of my life so far. I know i cannot offer you much, but i offer those from my heart. I had already asked your father, but i would very much like to hear the final answer from you my lady. - he got down on one knee, only then can Anthony see your face. A mixature of fear and guilt evident on them. - would you do me the honor by marrying me?

Eloise joined Anthony, quickly silencing herself. She was as shocked as Anthony or you.

-Mr. Dorset.. - you started.

-Thomas, call me Thomas please.

-Um.. Thomas.. i.. i had a lot of time to think.. And while you seemed to have endless words about your adventures and travels, i never quite seem to get any closer to you. Tell me then... do you... do you love me? - you looked him in the eye.

-My lady, we will have all our lives to learn to love eachother. I am offering you safety and protection. You could have a comfortable life, i would be travelling most of the time.

-So in the name of protection and safety, you would deem me to spend my life alone in an estate somewhere out in the country?

-It is more than what most of the ton's eligible ladies will ever get (Y/n)..

Eloise had to hold back Anthony from barging in.

-I suppose it is.. - you said clearly thinking. Both Anthony and Eloise praying outside the door so you'd say no.- i know i am foolish for hoping for a love match. Ladies like myself do not have the priviledge of waiting around. However i'd rather be a spinster than to be deemed to a lonely life. I cannot accept your offer Mr. Dorset. I am sincerely sorry, but i simply cannot.

Your head shot towards the door as a squeek was heard. You stormed towards it, and Eloise and Anthony didn't have the time to flee or hide.

-What is the meaning of this? - Thomas asked. You just looked at Anthony, and walked away without a word.

-We were... - started Anthony and Eloise quickly cut in - we were going to thank Lady (Y/N) for having us tonight, but we were mesmerised by the soft playing of pianoforte. Wasn't it lovely Mr. Dorset? Lady (Y/N) might be an angel coming down to grace us after all.. - she tried to save face, while Anthony tried to hold back a chuckle. Thomas just scoffed and left, leaving his parents behind.

Part IV. here.

#anthony bridgerton #anthony bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton imagine #anthony bridgerton x you #anthony bridgerton x y/n #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton #bridgerton fanfic #bridgerton imagine

[starlitangels]

Masquerade - Pups Edition

Pups AU! A new masquerade story, this time with everyone’s favorite shifter kiddos! (Yes, still feeling inspired by @blutomindpretzel and @happywhisperspoetry) 2.6k words

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“Oh... wow,” Danny whispered as Natalie descended the stairs of the Shaw house. He’d only seen her in heels once before—at their first Solstice Ball in high school. Every other dance he’d taken her to since then she’d worn flats or her ballroom dance shoes (a mere one-inch heel). But she was in heels again. Three-inch, silver ones with straps winding up her legs to nearly her knees.

Which Danny could only see because she’d hitched the hem of her gown up to said knees in order to come down the stairs.

Danny could not stop his mouth from dropping open.

Her gown was rich violet and grand. A large, full skirt with several petticoats was gathered in her arms, which were covered by black satin gloves that went above her elbows. A Queen Anne neckline left her chest fairly exposed for a bejeweled necklace to take up the space. A pair of earrings like chandeliers hung from her ears. She barely wore earrings more than she wore heels. She’d wear them to the pack solstice and any major event for pack members, and that was it. Even then, she often forgot to put any in.

She took another step down the stairs, revealing the black-and-violet mask already tied to her face. Her eyes shining bright behind it and her smile wide beneath it. “Hey Danny,” she greeted. “You look dashing.”

Danny wrung his hands and looked down. His dad’s old tux with his bowtie that he’d picked out to match Natalie’s dress. He’d managed to get his loose curls gelled away from his face so he could tie his own mask—green and silver— to his face. Though at the moment it had fallen from his hand and hit the floor the second he saw Natalie descending the stairs with those strappy heels woven up her legs. “I, uh... thanks, Natty,” he muttered.

“Daniel Greer,” she chided gently as she reached the bottom of the stairs. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You always look nice, even when I can’t see you.” She smirked and pinched his nose between her fingers. He swatted at her hand. “You just happen to be especially showing it off tonight.”

“Yeah...” Danny trailed off.

Natalie stepped off the last stair and dropped her skirt so it fell to the floor like a gush of water. She sighed. “Much as I appreciate William letting me borrow the dress for the night, this is the last time I let Micah convince us to go to her dad’s side of the family’s parties with her.”

“Well, your brother’s coming too, isn’t he?”

“Duh. He’s her boyfriend. Weird as that is to wrap my mind around still.” She threw her head back over her shoulder. “Gabriel! Danny’s here! Let’s bounce!” Danny flinched at how loud her shout was, but those lungs of hers certainly made her heard at pack meetings when the rest of the wolves were being noisy.

“I’m coming! Hold your damn horses!” Gabriel shouted back from upstairs.

Natalie chuckled and leaned closer to Danny, dropping her voice. “Five bucks says Gabriel faints the second Micah opens the door,” she whispered.

“I’m not losing money on something that’s definitely gonna happen, sweetheart,” Danny said, kissing the side of Natalie’s head behind where her mask rested. She laughed as he took her hand and led her away from the base of the stairs as the door to Gabriel’s bedroom banged open against the opposite wall. He’d seen Gabriel try to jump down the entire staircase before and didn’t want any of the three of them to break any bones.

Gabriel didn’t jump down the stairs, but he did run down them. He was in a black suit and a black bowtie that he didn’t seem to be able to take his hands off with how constantly he was adjusting it.

“Let’s go guys. Don’t want to be late picking up Micah and then we miss her because her parents or her older siblings drove her instead,” Gabriel said.

“Oh, I’m sure she’d wait for you,” Natalie retorted with a roll of her eyes.

“Here’s hoping.”

“She waited four years for you to admit you had a crush on her. I’m pretty sure she’s patient enough to wait for us to drive to the woods.” Natalie stuck her head down the hallway. “Dad! We’re heading out!”

“Have fun!” David called from his office. His mate shouted the same from the basement.

“Bye! Love you!” Natalie and Gabriel chorused.

“Wait! Pictures!” David’s mate called as footsteps thundered up the stairs.

“But we don’t have Micah!” Gabriel protested.

“Not of you and her. Of Natty and Danny. Sam and Tanker will take pictures of you and Micah and send them to me.” David’s mate appeared, phone in hand, shooing Gabriel away from Danny and Natalie while Gabriel grumbled and rolled his eyes. “There’s my cute babies! Put your arms around each other and say cheese!”

Natalie rolled her eyes again, but she was smiling as she put one arm around Danny’s shoulders while his circled her waist. Her gown was silk beneath his hand and his whole body was alive at the barest touch of her against him.

The two of them let her parent take pictures of them before they grabbed at Gabriel’s suit and practically dragged him out the front door. “Love you—we’ll be back by eleven—bye!” Natalie called as she shut the front door firmly behind them. They piled into Gabriel’s car and went to go get Micah.

By the time they were pulling up to the Collins’ house, Natalie was fidgeting with the gown, her gloves, the mask—anything she could touch. Danny reached out and took her hand, drawing it to him and pressing his lips to the back of her knuckles. “It’s okay, Natty.”

“I know—but I’m literally wearing a corset and have never been more uncomfortable in my life.”

Gabriel snorted.

Natalie shot him a glare. “Make fun of me one more time and I’ll shred you,” she snarled.

“He wasn’t makin’ fun, sweetheart.”

Natalie rolled her eyes at both of them. “Let’s just get tonight over with so I can get home and take this makeup off.”

“You look beautiful,” Danny offered.

“Thank you.”

The rest of the drive was quiet, with Danny holding Natalie’s hand tight in his, occasionally raising it to his lips to kiss. He did that a lot. Part of him spent the last six months barely believing that Natalie Shaw had feelings for him. That she’d asked to kiss him first after he’d been crushing on her for four years. He’d spent the last six months astounded that could—just—kiss her, now. Whenever he wanted to. Just because he could and he wanted to.

When they finally got to Micah’s house—Sam and Tanker’s house—Gabriel jerked the car into Park and then hopped out, rushing up to the door. In the back seat, Danny and Natalie leaned together to peer between the front seats through the windshield to watch, tightening their grip on each other’s hands.

Natalie was smirking.

Gabriel straightened his suit coat and knocked on the door.

There was a few moments of waiting before it opened.

Natalie snickered as Gabriel’s knees visibly wobbled when Micah stepped outside. Her gown was similar to Natalie’s, but deep, royal blue, rather than violet. It had a V-neck instead of a Queen Anne, and longer sleeves. But a similar full skirt. Micah’s mask was gold, studded with dark blue sapphires, tied with a deep blue satin ribbon.

Natalie and Danny couldn’t hear what was being said, but after a minute Gabriel was waving for them to get out of the car. They both slid out. “We’re getting pictures of all four of us,” Gabriel announced as Sam stepped out onto the wraparound porch with his phone in hand. Sam was halfway in the middle of getting ready for the party, apparently. He had on suit slacks and a white T-shirt, no socks.

Danny and Natalie made sure Gabriel and Micah got some pictures just the two of them before joining like an awkward group Prom photo.

Up close, Micah’s dark, intense eye makeup was visible, making the amber of her eyes deeper. 

“Lookin’ good, Micah,” Natalie said as she threw her arm over Micah’s shoulder and smiled toward Sam for some pictures.

“Thanks. You’re looking as fabulous as usual.”

Natalie snorted. “That bad, huh?”

“No!” Danny protested. “You both look very nice.”

“We know, babe,” Natalie said. “We’re just giving each other a hard time. What else is new?”

“Alright, you four. Smile,” Sam put in.

—

“Okay. We’re here. We saw the vampire ball. Can we go now?” Natalie asked as they stepped into the ballroom.

“No. If I have to put up with several vampire clans tonight, you do too. That’s why William let me insist on you three coming with me. I’ve gone to one of these just me and my parents and siblings before and it was torture. I needed you guys,” Micah retorted.

“What, couldn’t you handle yourself?” Danny teased.

Micah glared daggers at him. “I could, but you try being one of two shifters in a room full of vampires.”

Danny raised and eyebrow. Natalie felt his magic burn a little warmer. “I am the only Stealth here,” he observed.

“Shut up, you get my point.”

“Of course I do. Just giving you a hard time,” Danny said.

“You three really are nightmares when you’re together, did you know that?” Gabriel asked.

Danny, Natalie, and Micah started laughing. “We know,” they all said together.

“That was weirdly in sync and making me uncomfortable,” Gabriel said. “Micah, wanna go say hi to your siblings? They’re around here somewhere, aren’t they?”

“Sure.”

The two swept off. Danny held a hand out for Natalie. “Care to dance, sweetheart?”

Natalie set her hand on top of his and let him lead her to the dance floor that took up nearly half of the space. He put one hand around her shoulder blade and raised their already joined hands to Natalie’s eye level. With gentle pressure, he began to lead her through the waltz going on. She smiled at him. He had his dad’s grey eyes and they were silvery—not quite vampiric, but close—in the lower light of the ballroom.

He spun her under his arm. She felt her skirt brush his legs.

“Well, well. I didn’t know humans still learned to dance like this,” a voice said. Natalie chuckled and turned to see William and a vampiress from his clan—going by the Solaire crest pinned to her gown—waltzing beside them.

“We’ve been taking classes together for years,” she replied. “It’s nice to see you again, Mr. Solaire. It’s been a bit.”

“Not quite so long for one with as much time behind me,” William remarked. “But it’s always a pleasure to see you, Miss Shaw. I assume this is the bright Mr. Greer?”

“That’s me,” Danny said.

“A pleasure, Daniel. Micah speaks fondly of both of you.”

“Danny, please,” Danny insisted. “No one calls me Daniel.”

“Alright. Danny, it is,” William said. “May I introduce you both to Astoria?” He gestured to the vampiress he was dancing with.

“Hello,�� Natalie said with a smile. “Micah has spoken quite highly of you. Nice to finally put a face to the name. Well—most of a face, anyway.”

Astoria laughed, throwing her head back. “Oh, I see why Micah loves you so much.”

Natalie chuckled. “We grew up together—at this point I’m not sure who stole what parts of our sense of humor from the other.”

“As it should be, Miss Shaw, as it should be.”

“Please—you can call me Natalie. Miss Shaw always feels like it’s reserved for formal pack business. I’m a shifter—we’re more casual folks.”

“Natalie, then.”

—

“How is your sister such a social butterfly?” Micah muttered to Gabriel, nodding across the ballroom to where Natalie and Danny were waltzing beside William and Astoria, laughing and chatting together.

“Search me,” Gabriel replied. “She’s the one who inherited our dad’s attitude. She just also got our other parent’s exuberant personality that she hides it behind, so she seems a lot more outgoing. I think being the beta now makes her a little more ready to engage in conversation. I don’t know.”

Micah shrugged. “Probably. But she’s always been good at connecting with people.”

“She certainly doesn’t get that from our dad,” Gabriel muttered.

Micah laughed. “C’mon. Let’s get one dance in at the beginning of the night so no one remembers it tomorrow.”

“Why—because they’ll all be too drunk?”

“No, you goof—they’re vampires. They can’t get drunk. I want to have a dance early in the night because then there will be a lot of night left to fill with memories and people will forget we ever danced.”

“Your siblings and parents won’t. Neither will your uncle and his partner—and their little Rose, if she’s here.”

Micah shrugged again. “One: Rose is too young to come to a ball. She’s thirteen. Uncle Vincent won’t let her come to a ball until she’s eighteen. Like my dad did for me. Though... I did come to one last year when I was seventeen. I think my siblings wore him out because they didn’t want to be alone here with just my parents.” She laughed. A bright, sometimes rare sound from her. “Now come ooooon! Dance with me. Please, darlin’?”

Gabriel didn’t like admitting the fact that he felt his knees get physically weaker and wobble at hearing the term of endearment coming from Micah’s mouth. She’d never been the... most affectionate person in the world. With Danny and Natalie, sure, she’d hug and tease and be playful, but she and Gabriel hadn’t been dating long—and she was still warming up to being affectionate with him. The endearment caught him off guard.

“Fine. One dance. But you remember the solstice ball your first year of high school. I can’t dance. Not like my sister, anyway.”

“Well, Natalie and Danny are the exception, not the rule, Gabe.”

Gabriel glanced around the dance floor at the elegantly-dancing vampires. “Sure about that, angel?” he asked quietly.

Micah’s ears reddened behind her mask. She wasn’t used to the endearments either. “Well, surrounded by vampires, not being able to dance is certainly the exception rather than the rule. But in normal everyday life, we’re the rule. I want to dance once so that we can say we did it and my siblings won’t tease me about it, and then we can avoid the dance floor like the plague for the rest of the night.”

“Deal,” Gabriel said.

Micah took his hand and dragged him to the dance floor, right next to where Danny and Natalie were waltzing by, having ceased their conversation with William and Aunt Astoria.

“Well well,” Natalie teased, “Mr. and Mrs. Two Left Feet have arrived, Danny.”

“You shut your mouth,” Gabriel snapped—but he was smiling. “We can’t all be multi-talented people like you and your boyfriend.”

Natalie scoffed. “I’m not multi-talented at all. I can dance and I’m a pretty damn good wolf. Danny is the one with all the talent.” She nodded to him, Gabriel rolled his eyes.

“Sure. Whatever.”

“Oh, get dancing, you uncoordinated jerk,” she said with a laugh as Danny gave her a gentle tug. She spun under his arm and they danced right through a gap between two other dancing couples, disappearing into the crowd.

Micah held out her hand again as Gabriel rolled his eyes. “Shall we make complete fools of ourselves as shifters among every vampire clan in the region?”

“Sure, Mikey. Why not?”

“That’s the spirit, Gabe.” She grinned and laughed as Gabriel took her hand and they started to dance.

#Redacted ASMR #fic #Pups AU #Natalie Shaw #Danny Greer #Gabriel D. Shaw #Micah Collins #Starlit Fic

[alterrune]

INTERMISSION 7 - THE DALMATIAN

NOTE: This takes place inbetween Parts 4 & 5 of Hounds Slumber. Me and the other members of the CSB are currently getting ready for Part 5 of the operation, but I just really wanted to introduce a partner that Alter has had for a while.

(Me and the CSB are getting supplies ready for the next phase of Hounds Slumber. Laurence is also stationed with us, making sure everything is accounted for.)

Alright, you guys seem to all be well-organized and prepared for anything the mission throws at us. I'm also well prepared myself for this, myse---

BARK!

OH GOD! DOG!

(I hide behind Alter, peeking out to see who let a dog onto the base.)

(sigh...) Kyle, what are you doing?

I...have a mild case of cynophobia.

Cynophobia? That's the fear of dogs, correct?

Yeah...that's it. I don't go into a full-blown panic attack, but I tend to hide behind any form of cover whenever I hear a loud bark like what I just heard.

Well, don't worry, that's my dog barking. He must just need something from me. (ahem) Damien! C'mere, boy!

(The dog walks to Alter, and it is shown to be male Dalmatian dog. Damien sits down next to Alter, who promtly gives him a head rub for good behavior.)

Good boy, Damien! Now, what can I do for you?

(Damien quickly walks out the room, then comes back with an empty dog bowl in his mouth.)

Oh no, did I forget to fill your food bowl again?

(Damien starts whimpering in response, which puts a suprised look on Alter's face.)

And the water bowl, too?

(Damien drops the bowl in his mouth, which Alter knows is his way of saying "Correct".)

Oh, Damien, I'm so sorry I forgot about your bowls again. I'll go fill them up right now.

(Alter turns to us.)

Follow me, guys. Don't worry about Damien, I've already made sure he's been house-trained, and the only thing he'll bite is one of the opposing members.

(Alter takes us to the GEOGRAM cafeteria's pantry. It's waaay bigger than we thought it would be, and the place even has neon lights on the floors that activate when someone's in proximity of them! Alter leads us to the very back of the pantry, where there are some little bags of dog food on the top of a shelf.)

Alright, here's what we're gonna do: Laurence, go get a ladder over in that little closet marked "LADDER STORAGE" for me. Henry, Ellie, you two go get Damien's food and water bowls and bring them here. Violet, Kyle, you two hold the ladder steady for me. I, of course, will get the food myself. You guys got all of that?

Loud and clear, cuz.

10-4, Alter.

You can count on us.

Yep, I got it.

Copy that, sir.

Glad to hear it. Now move out, guys!

(We all do our parts at breakneck speeds. Laurence gets the ladder and sets it up very sturdily, very quickly, Henry and Ellie get Damien's bowls [which are actually custom-made with a Dalmatian print on them, alongside Damien's name with different symbols surrounding them, with one having a dog bone for food, and the other having a water droplet for water] and bring them to Alter in no time at all, and me and Violet are already prepped to hold the ladder for Alter. As soon as he gets the bag and hops down onto the floor, we all put everything back as fast as we put it out.)

Great job, everyone. Now, then, time to feed Damien.

(Alter pours out the dog food bag into the dog food bowl and pours water into the water bowl, and Damien comes running out as soon as he smells the food. He eats some of it, and then walks up to Alter, looking for a hug, which Alter gladly complies.)

D'aww...you're the best pet a boy could ask for.

Uh...Alter? I have a few questions about this.

Sure. Ask away.

First, how long have you had him for?

I first got Damien six months before the Wall incident. That WOULD mean he actually wouldn't be here, but after I got the Alter Rune, I enchanted him so he'd only die after I do. And considering that won't be for a long time, I'm glad I'll have him by my side for as long as I can.

Weird, but I can see where you're coming from. Anyways, second question: Why the name "Damien"?

Well, considering he's a Dalmatian, I figured I'd give him a name that started with the letter D. After a lot of time thinking, I settled on "Damien", as not only does it start with the letter D, but it also sounds really fancy and intimidating.

Okay, makes sense. Third and final question: HOW COME YOU HAVEN'T SAID ANYTHING ABOUT HIM YET?

Well, I never really had a reason to tell you guys about Damien. He never really popped up like he did today. Heck, I only got a dog bed for him to sleep in my room last week. He was always sleeping in the pantry until he started to cause the cafetieria workers trouble, which is why I had to get a dog bed in my room.

Huh. Okay. Well it's nice to know you've got a pet like Henry does.

Speaking of, does he get along with Jade?

Don't worry, Henry. Damien gets along just fine with your cat.

Glad to hear it. Jade usually doesn't get along with other pets, so it's good to hear her being nice to your dog.

(A loud "BARK" is suddenly heard, and I hide behind Alter again.)

I still wish you had a way to stop him from doing THAT, though...

END OF INTERMISSION 7

NEW CHARACTER INFO OBTAINED: "DAMIEN" (NO BIO CARD OBTAINABLE FOR THIS CHARACTER)

ACHIEVEMENT ADDED TO STOCK SET: "Alter's Dalmatian"

#altering the outcome #the colorstreak battalion #intermission #meet alter's pet dalmatian; damien!

[soraavalon]

Moriarty: Before we head to follow Violet, Moriarty is going to say, "Very good, Your Grace." DM: Go ahead and make some stealth checks with advantage. Moriarty (OOC): That's called 'character developement' motherfuckers. Nathaniel (OOC): Really? 'Cause you sounded so sarcastic. Marigold (OOC): Are you dying? Moriarty: No no that was an attempt to be genuine. DM: That was begrudging. It was begrudging but it was sincere. Hunt (OOC): Yeah. Marigold: *rolls* 20 Moriarty: Yeah. *rolls* 17. DM: Jesus, okay cool. Yeah so you guys head around the back of the temple kind of following where she had walked, sort of trying to step where she had stepped to decrease the crunch of any snow. And you see her knelt behind the temple, there is this part of the wall that's been sunken in, not that she's doing anything surreptitiously, but there's a cut out in the wall and she has the plate she was carrying on one arm and she's reaching into the cut out with the other arm. She's pulling out, it looks like just copper coins, a couple handfuls of copper coins, there's a lock of hair, there's just some really basic stuff. An apple that's half-frozen, there's a little bit of copper coins and she just fills the plate with these and gets back up and starts coming back towards you. Tark (OOC): I'm assuming those are ritual components? DM: You don't know. Hunt (OOC): You're not there. DM: But she is heading back now in the direction of where you're standing watching her. Moriarty (OOC): Okay, whoops. Tark (OOC): Backtrack backtrack backtrack Moriarty: Okay, so in the pathway would there be anywhere I could side-step and the footprints would be immediately not noticeable from her as she passes by, like a bush or something I could step behind? DM: Not exactly, but she is sort of was kneeling in this mini courtyard kind of place between the back of the chapel and the parish Marigold (OOC): [in chat] *shows picture of an orange and white bunny* this is primrose. she has two lop ears and pointy teeth and very lil antlers DM: *low* oh my god Hunt (OOC): Oh my god. DM: That's right, you did have a jackalope, I forgot. Moriarty (OOC): I don't remember that at all, but good for you. Marigold (OOC): No it's fine, I didn't mention it to you, I mentioned it to Swan. DM: I totally forgot, I'm so sorry. Marigold (OOC): It's okay. It didn't come up so I haven't mentioned it. DM: Yeah. So you guys can step out onto the actual stonework and be out of the way. Moriarty: Yeah, cool, whatever, doesn't leave any trace. DM: 'cause it's sort of like you know where snow meets a different material and it trailed off powder on the edge, it's sort of like that and you can step with those rolls over the powder and watch as she hurries back around to the front of the building again. Marigold: So did she drop these things off? DM: She put them in the plate that she was carrying outside. She seemed to clear something out of a wall, out of something that was set into a wall and put them in the collection plate and is bringing them to the temple. Or at least around to the front of the building. So you could follow her back or you could see what she was doing or whatever you'd like to do. Moriarty: I will follow her back first. DM: Okay. Marigold? Marigold: I am going to go look at what she was doing. DM: Okay. Moriarty (OOC): And we have no idea what the other is doing. Marigold (OOC): No. DM: Nope! Marigold: Marigold is just assuming you're following. DM: You guys kind of bump into each other a little bit. But Moriarty, you're able to follow her back and see Violet go back inside the chapel.

#D&D mischief #Relni campaign #Relni Recap #Relni Chapter 46 #the dynamic that we never thought possible #but worked so well together #this ain't like the animated Neverending Story where 'invisible sees invisible'

[hotxcheeto]

Hi, sorry if this is a bit too much, but could I ask for a vi x princess/heiress reader fic (or possibly series). The reader can shadow and sun summon (basically make and manipulate light or darkness), and Vi is just like astounded by her. Some like plot ideas are Vi being hired to protect reader, Vi breaking into the castle, Vi and reader being in an arranged marriage, and also just like little adventures they‘d have. Again sorry if this might be a bit much, thank you if you write it haha.

━ 𝐀 𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Thief!Vi x Fem!Princess!Magic!Reader 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Established secret relationship, slight make-out,

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - I might make this a mini series of just little adventures with plot behind them.

𝗔𝗨 - Royalty !

It was mid-morning, light from few windows, though most shadows roamed the walls in the large castle as you ran through the hallways, holding your large gown. It was clumped up in your fists as you ran, grin on your face. Giggles echoed against the empty walls, the large expensive paintings watching you as you turned the corner, sunlight following you the entire time.

You held it there for the girl behind you in the shadows, just like the day you'd met her. Creeping in the darkness you shined the moonlight right onto her. And that was the day the town's most notorious thief had become a close friend.

You ran straight for the doors to the courtyard, pushing them open letting warmth spread across your face. You held your dress, looking behind you as Vi chased you, finally catching up to and grabbing your waist.

"Vi!" You laughed, throwing your head back against her shoulder as she spun you around. "Put me down!" "Say sorry princess." "Never!" You giggled, thrashing around in her arms like a fish out of water. "If you let go of me I'll give you a..." "Kiss?" Vi completed the offer, her chin resting on your shoulder, her breath fanning your neck as you thought.

"Deal." You then agreed, feeling her drop you onto the grass, spinning you around. Her hands rested on your waist, eyes scanning your face, then your lips. "Someone could see us out here." You then muttered, hands running along her shoulders and up to her neck.

"What's life without a little fun, princess?" "I have a job to uphold you know." "Yeah, yeah. Snobby royalty at its finest." You scoffed, pushing her shoulder. "So you're saying I'm snobby?" "Eh, you're alright." You shook your head, smiling before laying your head on her chest. Looking around at the empty garden, everyone busy getting ready for the masquerade ball beginning just at dusk.

"Are you going to come tonight?" You asked Vi, looking up into her grey eyes. Feeling her hands wrap tightly around you, holding you close. "I'm gonna try." "Promise?" Vi nodded, her hand coming to rest on your cheek, rubbing circles onto your soft skin.

"I promise, sunshine." You grinned at the nickname, Vi smiling as well as she leaned down. A soft kiss pressing onto your tainted red lips, hers slightly chapped. She tasted of the cake you'd brought her just earlier, mixed with wine. Pulling a way for a second, she quickly deepened the kiss, bringing you as close to her body as she could.

"I almost forgot, I brought you something." Vi pulled away, digging into her pocket. "Oh yeah?" What she pulled out wasn't what you were expecting. An expensive looking bracelet glistening in the rays, your eyes going wide. "Where did you get this?" "I stole it." Vi said without skipping a beat, causing you to look up at her.

"Violet." "C'mon, I didn't take it from someone. Just this super fancy shop. They won't miss it. They had tons." You huffed but, biting back a smile but she seen right through you. "Thank you, but be careful. I don't know what I'd do if you-" "I won't. I'm good at this, been doing it since I could walk."

That didn't make you feel much better though, Vi looking down at it, unclipping it and wrapping it around your wrist. "It'll match my dress for tonight." You muttered, mesmerized by it's crystals. A grin on Vi's face. "Good, wear it." "It's beautiful." Your eyes met hers again, a few butterflies flapping their wings around in Vi's stomach.

"I'm glad you like it." Vi leaned in again, kissing you deeply, feeling you hum. She deepened the kiss, pulling away before pushing straight back not allowing you to catch your breath.

"Y/n!" Someone then called, forcing you to pull away from her in a panic. Your eyes wide as you looked to the patio, still empty though it wouldn't be for long. "Y/n, are you out here?" Your mother called.

"You need to go." You looked to Vi, the girls eyes filled with disappointment. Looking to you like a kicked puppy while you only offered her a soft smile. "I'll see you tonight, alright?" She nodded, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Y/n!" Your mothers voice was a bit stern, getting closer as your stomach dropped.

"Okay, go Vi." You laughed, ushering her away as she smiled. "Alright, alright. I'll see you tonight sunshine." You giggled quietly, watching her run for the metal gate at the end of the courtyard but she wasn't quick enough. Your mother and two others appearing at the patio.

Reacting, you shined bright light into their eyes, a 'glare from the sun' of sorts. "Oh." The woman beside your mother said, squinting. Vi had finally made it to the gate, the light 'disappearing from their eyes as they finally seen you, standing there, fixing your hair and dress.

"I was calling for you Y/n." Your mother spoke, slightly annoyed. "Sorry, I didn't seem to hear you." You smiled at the guests, feeling the pink haired girls eyes still on you.

"This is my daughter, Y/n." Your mother introduced you to the woman and young man. The boy looking around your age, dressed nicely, similar to your father.

"It is a pleasure to meet you princess." The boy took your hand, bowing as he pressed a kiss to the back of it. "Thank you.." "Benjamin, Benjamin Reynold." "Thank you Benjamin." You smiled gratefully, nodding to him, the feeling of being watched never leaving you.

"As it is mine, Y/n." The woman shook your hand, "I am Catalina." You nodded, looking to your mother who stood straight up. It was obvious these people were important, though you weren't sure why. "Why don't you and Ben get to know each other while me and Queen Catalina speak?" Your mother stared at you, it wasn't a question and you knew it. "Why not?" You pushed a smile on your face, allowing him to take your arm.

Though, you barely looked at him, instead your eyes raced over to the gate. Though when you looked, only a blur of pink could be seen. And then the thief was gone. Disappearing into the shadows along the castle walls.

Though, you know she'd be in your room by dawn.

A/n - The end isn't sexual you perverts

#vi x yn #arcane vi #vi x you #vi x reader #vi arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane netflix #arcane #nevy writes

[dameronology]

never doubt me {cassian andor}

summary: after falling into the hands of the empire, a situation of life and death forces you and cassian to finally talk about your feelings {for @megmeg-chan and i am sO sorry it’s taken me so long to do this}

summary: language, mentions of injury, talks ab death/loss in a canon kinda way 

enjoy!! i haven’t written for cassian in so long and i forgot how much i loved him, so expect more of him in the future😌

- jazz

Cassian Andor was a filthy liar. 

No, deep breath. He wasn't that bad. 

The situation was just really fucking irritating and, in all likelihood, making your anger towards him a little more irrational. It wasn't really even his fault either. He'd told you incessantly that the mission was going to go well, and that you both going to be fine. Like, totally fiiiine, and that you would both get into the base without trouble and reunite in the middle, near the Imperial comms system. It was just that neither of you had planned for or expected stormtroopers to be present -- he'd gotten away in one piece, but you hadn't been so lucky. 

That brings us to now: a cell, with two stormtroopers parked outside and quite literally no sign of Cassian anywhere. You knew he'd be looking for you; in fact, you didn't doubt it once. There was a sort of unspoken pact between you that you would always rescue one another; always have each other's backs and never leave the other behind. It was born from the fact that friendships were hard to forge in your line of work, and what you and Cassian had was rare. Not even just in the Rebellion, but rather life in general. On the surface, you teased and ripped into one another to no end. The chemistry was almost suffocating for the people around you, because they could never get a word in edge ways. Then, if you dug a little deeper, there was something more. Something sweeter, something more supportive. You knew him better than he knew himself and in return, he could read you like his favourite novel (though, admittedly, it did sometimes feel like you were missing a few pages. Human complexity and all that).

‘Do you feel like speaking now?’ The modulated voice of one of the stormtroopers came from the other side of your cell door.

‘I’ll die before telling you jackshit.’ You muttered. Hopefully that was more of a statement and less of a prophecy.

The trooper snorted. ‘Okay, sweetheart-’

‘- call me that again and I will shove that blaster sideways up your ass.’ You spat.

‘The only thing you’re doing is rotting here.’ 

With that, he turned his back to you again. 

You slumped further down the wall, ignoring the feeling of the cold concrete etching through the thin fabric of your shirt. It was cold in here. Really, really fucking cold, and Cassian had said you wouldn’t need a jacket. Then again, he’d said a lot of things. And again, none of it was his fault, but you cursed yourself for so blindly listening to him. It was nice that you took everything the other said as gospel, even if it came back to bite you in the ass every so often. 

‘A word of advice-’

‘- I don’t want any advice.’ You turned away from the trooper, pulling you knees to your chest. 

‘The sooner you talk, the less painful it’ll be.’ He ignored your refusal. 

You didn’t need to ask what he meant by it. You’d been part of the Rebellion long enough to have heard stories -- stories of torture, stories of war and the the kind of horrors that people often took to the grave.  You had a fair few of your own, and so did Cassian. That was probably why he’d become so important to you. He was one of the only people in the galaxy who truly understood the downfalls of being a Rebel spy. Your cause was more important to you than anything (well, almost anything) and you wouldn’t have changed it for the world, but there were times like this where you wondered if it was all worth it. Would there ever come a day where the Empire truly fell, once and for all? And would you even be around to see it? Would Cassian? 

Speaking of the devil, where the fuck was he? He never usually took this long. A few hours at most, but you’d long surpassed that. You could only very barely see the sky through the tiny window, but the sky had faded from powder blue to a dark navy, signalling it had been well over half a day. That was bad for multiple reasons -- the first being that the longer you were here, the more likely Cassian was to assume the worst and stop searching. Secondly, and perhaps most hauntingly, was that each passing second brought you closer to the Imps dragging you out the cell and taking you for questioning. And questioning, in their books, didn’t involve much talking. Go figure.

The injuries you sustained in your capture were bad enough; a bust lip, bruised eye and twisted ankle never made for much comfort. Even less so when you couldn’t get medical attention. The fact you knew it would be the least of your problems in a few hours made it all that much worst. 

You’d never doubted Cassian Andor before. Not once. Couldn’t even fathom it, truth be told. He always came through for you; always saved your ass, whether it be from yourself or from Imps. He was your person. That’s the only way you could have put it.

But, above all, he was a human being. Not a super hero, or a miracle worker. He could only do so much and you knew he would. He would follow every lead and every clue to try and get to you, but that’s all he could do. If he couldn’t find you, that wasn’t him on him. You doubted that he would think the same, and when you heard the lock to your cell open, you could only hope and pray that he knew that. That you weren’t going to blame him for what was about to happen, or hold it against him. 

‘It’s time.’ The stormtrooper announced. ‘Hope you can handle a bit of pain.’

You took a deep breath. ‘I can handle anything.’

‘I wouldn’t count on it.’ He guffawed. ‘Hands out.’

‘C’mon, man.’ You murmured. ‘My legs gone, my lips bust and my head feels someone’s dropped an iron anvil on it. You don’t need to cuff  - ouch!’

You let out a squeak as he grabbed your wrists, tugging them forward and shoving a pair of metal cuffs on them. Was this really it? The end? Was your name gonna be the next one on the list of people lost in the Rebellion? That was if anybody even noticed. 

Cassian would. Of course, Cassian would. It hurt your heart to think that you wouldn’t see him again, or get to say a proper goodbye. The last time you’d seen him, you’d been dragged away from him kicking and screaming. He’d been so close, and if he’d been just a little nearer when they’d got you, he might have been able to save you, to stop you from falling into the hands of the Empire. You always figured that if you were gonna die in the field, he’d be by your side. The dumbassery you so often found yourselves in usually happened together. 

The walls of the Imperial base were dark - as if you’d expected anything else. It was hardly like the place was going to look like a bright, airy Ikea showroom. The only light came from the thousands of tiny red and blue buttons flickering on the wall, illuminating the hallways in what would have been a pretty glow if the circumstances weren’t so fucking miserable. Talk about a high way to hell.

You took another left, the trooper’s grip on you tightening as you neared some double towards the end. Yep, here it was. This is where you met your maker.  And from what you’d heard, the six-foot-something guy in a black mask did not take prisoners. Not that he was the one you were thinking of. No, that was Cassian. Completely and entirely Cassian; just his face and his presence and his everything at the back of your mind, the last thing you could think of before you were about to die for your cause-

-you let out an oof! as the stormtrooper suddenly pulled you to the ground, practically using you as a human shield against the blaster fire and smoke grenade that had just come from behind you. You tried to use your elbows to push him off, but with the cuffs and your already existing injuries, he easily overpowered you. Also, you were too busy coughing from the smoke to even think about making a getaway.

Tumbling forward, you fell onto your hands and knees. The trooper’s gun clattered to the ground, and you used your good leg to kick it further out the way, eyes not moving from the cloud of smoke that come out of the grenade. The red and blue lights were beating down on it, casting a purple glow over the shadow of whoever had thrown it, acting as a guide as they finally emerged. With a blaster in one hand and the other curled into a fist, your best friend had never quite looked so handsome, especially under the violet illuminations.

‘Cassian!’ Despite everything, you couldn’t help but grin. 

‘Duck.’ He demanded. 

You did as he said, flopping back to the floor. Squeezing your eyes shut and covering your head, you stayed there for a moment. There was another blast, and then the trooper’s body fell beside yours with a dull thud! 

Then, in what must have been two of most contrasting feelings ever, a warm pair of hands found yours. Cassian’s, undoubtedly. You would have known them anywhere. He pulled you up from the cold ground, warm palms finding your face as they ghosted over your cheeks.

‘It’s okay.’ His voice was soft. ‘You can open your eyes.’

You took a deep breath. ‘I know. Thank you.’

‘How badly are you hurt?’ He asked. ‘Because we need to move fast.’

‘My foot’s pretty wrangled.’ You said. 

Without another word, Cassian threw an arm over your shoulders, tucking it under your arms to support you. 

‘Lean against me.’ He instructed. ‘The exit isn’t too far-’

‘- what about the other troopers?’ You asked.

‘I dealt with them on my way in.’

And dealt with them, he certainly had. The men were practically laying in unconscious piles (he only ever intended to maim, but never kill), working as some kind of fucked up map out of a twisted and horrible maze.  The pain in your leg only grew worst as you moved, your good leg beginning to ache from carrying all the weight. With all your attention focused ahead of you for potential enemies, you didn’t even notice how close you were to stumbling over -- not until you fell back onto the cold lino floors. 

‘Hey.’ Cassian dropped beside you. ‘Look at me, okay, just...look at me.’

You glanced up, tired eyes meeting his warm, brown ones. ‘It really hurts, Cass.’

‘We’re really close now.’ He said. ‘Two more minutes. Can you do that? For me?’

‘Yeah.’ You took a deep breath and nodded. ‘I can.’

(Because really, for him, you’d do anything.) 

Cassian helped you back up, pressing one of his blasters into your hand. His arm returned to hold you by the waist, gripping you a little tighter this time. Your leg was practically screaming in pain, a dull ache shooting from your ankle up to your knee. You had to remind yourself that in a few minutes, it would all be over - and not in the way you thought it was going to be over an hour ago. Over, as in this whole ordeal would simply be something to report back to your bosses at base, and not your final moments. The fact you ever let yourself accept that fate and think that Cassian wouldn’t come for you was something else entirely in itself. 

You almost cried with relief when you saw his battered old ship docked outside the base. You normally cried for other reasons when you saw it - usually ones to do with the rusty old engines and creaking sound it insisted on making whenever it flew - but right then, you had never been happier to see it. Even if the insides smelt weirdly of petrol and oil, and the seats in the cockpit were made of uncomfortable cracked leather, you practically threw yourself on board. 

Neither you nor Cassian said anything for a while. His attention was completely on getting away from the base and avoiding TIE fighters - something he did without ever moving his hand from your thigh - and yours was on steadying your breathing and heartbeat. It had been a rough twelve hours to say the least. 

Once the ship had lurched into hyperspace, he turned in his chair to face you. He held your gaze for a moment, before opening his arms out and letting you flop from your own seat and into his chest. They tightly wrapped around you, one hand softly your head to his body and the other gently rubbing up and down your back. You had to squeeze your eyes shut to stop your tears from spilling. 

‘I’m sorry.’ He murmured.

‘For what?’ You peered up at him with a frown. 

‘Not finding you sooner.’ He replied. ‘Or for even letting you get caught in the first place-’

‘- Cassian, stop.’ You pulled back and tangled his hands in yours. ‘Once I get some bactaspray, I’ll be totally fine.’

‘But you almost weren’t.’ He shot back. ‘If I was just a few minutes later and you could have been a thousand times worst, or even...gone completely.’

‘That’s beside the point.’ You softly sighed. ‘It’s doesn’t matter would have beens or could have beens. I am here and I will be okay.’

‘You’re right.’ He nodded. ‘I’m sorry. I just...I want to protect you, you know? And I failed.’

‘You don’t need to protect me, Cass.’ You shook your head with a soft smile. ‘Actually, no, today I did but you pulled through.’

‘I don’t need to, but I want to.’ Cassian murmured. 

He’d done a pretty good job at sitting on his feelings for the last few years. Pushed them down when he felt the urge to tell you, and ignored them entirely when they got really intense. But that had been when the threat of completely losing you was just that: a threat. A distant possibility, and one that you were both too busy living your lives to fully consider. Now, however, you’d come close. Too close. Cassian had come face-to-face with a reality where you were gone, and one where he’d never actually told you how he felt. 

‘You know I love you, right?’ He quietly said. 

‘Yeah, I know.’ You nodded. 

‘No, I mean I love you.’ 

You peered up at him, realising what he was getting at. You did know. In fact, it had very much been an unspoken thing between you for a very, very long time. It was really just a matter of saying it - but that was always the hardest part, right? 

‘I know.’ You repeated. ‘I love you too.’

‘You do?’

You softly laughed. ‘Of course I do.’ 

He pressed a soft kiss to your temple and pulled you back against his chest, chin resting atop your ahead. ‘Good.’

You stayed like that for a few minutes; it was undoubtedly a deeper conversation you were going to have later on, but it felt good to have it out in the open. So good, in fact, that it momentarily made you forget the last day entirely. Instead of pondering on it, you let yourself get lost entirely in Cassian’s presence, and the feeling of his body against yours and and his arms holding you. If you could have it your way, you would have stayed like this forever. The rest of the galaxy could wait. 

‘I’m sorry if you thought I was going to make in time.’ He said quietly. 

‘I didn’t.’ Your voice was slightly muffled by his chest. ‘Not once.’

‘I love you.’ Cassian said it more firmly this time. It still completely felt weird to say, and even more so to see you smile and say it back.

‘I love you too.’

He dipped his head down, capturing your mouth in a soft kiss. The feeling of your lips against his was familiar and foreign all at once; it was something he’d gone over in his head a thousand times, but it was nothing like either of you had imagined. It was better. Sweeter, in the kind of way that gave you butterflies in your tummy and made you feel giddy. It was worlds away from the usual dread and bloodshed that came with being in the Rebellion. 

But that was quintessentially Cassian. He was everything that the war wasn’t: sweet and constant and warm. Somebody as beautiful and as caring as him both did and didn’t belong in the Rebellion. Did, because he was a good man who wanted to fight for the right thing. Didn’t, because he constantly risked his life for the greater good and you couldn’t quite stomach that idea. 

‘I’ll always come back for you.’ He lightly brushed his hand against your cheek. ‘Never doubt me.’

‘I won’t.’ You promised. ‘Not ever.’ 

tags: @megmeg-chan @karasong @bb8sworld @marvelinsanity @poestardust @etherealsanakin @bo-kryze​ @punkbach​ @phoenixhalliwell​

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[ghostmary]

hello hello requesting deancas rollerskating date :3

deancas rollerskating date! don't remember where the vibes came from for this one, but i'm going to write it, for you my beloved cherry-vamp <3

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When Dean was 4, his mom took him to the Kansas State Fair. 

Sammy stayed home with Dad. 

Dean remembers feeling a vicious sense of satisfaction over that, over that one. When the baby cried, when Dad yelled, when Mom wouldn’t hold his hand because she was too busy balling her fists up, until her knuckles were white. It was better when it was just the two of them. 

“Dean. Are we supposed to share this? I think it’s almost finished.”

Dean blinks, looks down at the bright blue slushie Cas asked if they could share. “Huh?” He looks up at Dean. And it feels like he’s looking up because there’s blue light behind him in a halo that seems to poke holes through his hair. His eyes are the same color, staring out at Dean. 

“I was about to finish our drink.” Our. That feels meaningful, doesn’t it? 

His voice comes out even more gravelly than Cas’. “Yeah. Yeah, sure, it’s all yours. That much food coloring is going to make you sick, though, you know. Turn you into Violet Beauregarde.” He smiles. 

“I don’t think it will. There’s a reason this vessel held me for so long. It’s very strong.” Cas nods, slightly, too serious. 

Dean’s eyes lock onto his lips. They’re pink and full, tilted slightly up with his chin. Pretty lips. Prettier than he probably even knows, Cas doesn’t pick up aesthetic attraction. He looks on the inside. 

Dean picks up attraction. He picks it up very well. “You wanna hit the rink?” 

“I’d be glad to.” Cas reaches over and folds Dean’s hand in his own. His brow furrows. “My first skating experience.” 

God. He can’t breathe like this. “You’re going to like the couples skate,” he manages to say, pushing away from the table they’d been sitting at. Carelessly, Cas throws the cup away. 

“We’ll fit in, then,” Cas says, stumbling over one of his feet as he tries to push away from the wall. 

Dean’s pretending he’s not anxious, wondering where Sam is. Cas grabs onto him twice just skating over to the entrance. It sure is a distraction. His hands are always a goddamned distraction. Whether they’re pressing half moon nail marks in his back or closing on someone’s neck-

Dean’s skating gets too stiff and he pushes himself to let loose a little. “Oh, come on, Cas. Do better.” 

“Dean, this is- this is that music you like.” Cas white knuckles the side of the rink. 

It’s Taylor Swift. Debut album. Like a little bit of light emerging from the cracks in a doorway, Dean starts smiling. So much in him, only a little bit put out to be seen. 

Cas sees it. The particular way he has, perceptive and good enough to strip Dean naked. Metaphorically. “Do you want me to ask them to put on your Britney Spears? I doubt you could skate over to the song booth without falling over.” 

Cas scowls, pushing his hair behind his ears. Christ. And he’s taken off the trenchcoat, too. Dean’s in hot water. “I can do this.” Stubbornly, he lets go of Dean’s hand and pushes away from the wall. 

It’s not smooth, by any means, but it’ll do. Dean does some glide thing- he doesn’t know, the only reason he’s any good is because roller skating was the thing of the month, dating in high school in the winter seasons. 

“Nice focus. Make sure to look up sometimes,” Dean teases.  

“If I look up,” Cas says through gritted teeth, “My feet won’t go where I want them to.” 

Just for fun, Dean closes his eyes. Skates blind. 

Sightless, he can feel everything. The hair tickling the back of his neck. A bit of damp sweat on his arms, all the way through his body. He’s missed shit like this, where it pulls him back down to Earth. 

Cas is still trying the funny little push-glide thing, making his way over to Dean. “Did I ever tell you about the time I went to a place like this and forgot my shoes?” Dean asks. 

“No. Dean, would you-” 

Without blinking, he laces their fingers together and keeps telling his story. “It was my birthday. I was turning- I don’t know, 11? 12? Not old at all, in the grand scheme. Had this girlfriend, Fiona, and she asked her mom if they could take me to the bowling alley for the day.” 

He toes the ground to slow down, conscious of how careful Cas is trying to be. “I had never been bowling before. I didn’t have any money. I don’t think I had even gone out for my birthday since I was 6 or something.” 

Cas’ face falls still and he slows down even more, pulling Dean over to the wall. “She’s just taught me how to bowl. I’ve gotten my first strike, eaten half of a large pizza, and I’m asking for ice cream,” he says, all quiet now that he’s close to Cas’ ear. 

“I walk out of there with bowling shoes on.” 

They must make a funny pair. Cas has taken the trenchcoat off but he still looks so- fuck, Dean thinks he’s beautiful. Christ. “The pretty girl working the bowling alley yelled at her boyfriend to get me back there before I ran off with them for good.” Dean chuckles. The lights around the room feel like 4 AM lights, but it’s only late afternoon. Plenty of time for the pleased feeling in his chest to wear off in time for his nightly sleeplessness. 

“Fiona started crying. Her mom pretended they didn’t know me. And that is the story of how I got dumped the first time.” 

Cas leans to put his cheek on Dean’s shoulder. There’s a buzz in the air. He feels uncontrollable. He would be reckless, but Cas has spent all this time out on the rink and he’s latched on to Dean. It wouldn’t be- he wouldn’t like himself if he just let him go. 

“My first date was with you,” Cas tells him. 

Dean plays with his fingers. “Jesus Christ. Heaven should have unlimited hot chicks for their angels to date.” Cas’ eyebrows rise. 

Dean shrugs. “Guess it’s my job to be your hot chick, then.” 

“Thank you for taking me here.” 

“I shoulda got you flowers. A nice bouquet. I shoulda introduced you to a steakhouse somewhere.” He steals a glance at Cas. 

“It’s enough that it’s just the two of us, I believe.” 

A dangerous creakiness enters Dean’s chest. Yeah, it’s the two of them. He’s finally fuckin’ got someone who wants just the two of them. 

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[bloodycassian]

FIRE AND ICE PART TWO - GRIEF

His lack of faith in you seemed to grow with each passing day that you ignored him. He tried bringing you food, tried making jokes. You had a sneaking suspicion he tried to send Mor in to try to talk to you too. But she just read beside you in bed, munching on the plate of cookies he had ordered to your room. 

"I'm not going to say dont be mad it him, but maybe just... hear him out." Mor said, shutting her book. You glared at her. "I know, I know.... but just maybe-"

"He hasn't bothered to apologize. Why would I hear him out when he doesn't even try to hear me out!?" You let her hear the kindling fire that had been building over the last few days. The words came out with precision and cut even her deep. 

"Cassian can be stupid-" 

"He's an idiot." You spat. 

She sighed, and sat up from the pillow stack that you shared. She could see the predator waiting to be released under your skin. And she didn’t want to be the one to let it free. So she went the gentle route. The one she knew would knock you free of the anger. "He wanted to keep you safe." the words hit your weak spot for the male. 

You shoved it away, disregarding the vulnerability. "By shaming me?" She was surprised. Cassian hadn't shown any sign of falseness when she had spoken to him. He had just seemed concerned. You laughed bitterly. "He forgot to mention the part where he guilted me into leaving. He thinks I'm a doll he needs to protect." You cringed away from the words that you knew he saw as being true. The shame filled you further. Like a sinking ship, it only brought you lower and lower. 

She stared at you, those piercing eyes so different from Rhys' bored into you. Her next words were carefully chosen. "Give him.. time." She concluded. You stared after her as she made her way to the door. 

Two days later you had cooled off after a sparring with Feyre and Rhys. As if he had been told of your more pleasant mood, Cassian appeared on your balcony with a bundle of wildflowers and a basket of bath supplies. Your favorites, of course. You didn't hesitate to take them. You gave him a once over - that stupid apologetic half smile he wore dug into your heart. You rolled your eyes at him and turned, heading for the bathroom. 

+

He made love to you that night. Long and slow. apologetic in every way. Sensual, caring and so good. When you woke the next morning, he was gone. Just a note left on your bedside table. 

"Back before lunch" it promised. You sighed and threw it on the floor. The same frustration as before returning to you. The unsatisfied feeling of needing to fight - to get the rage out. To have him just yell at you already. To let the words you knew he wanted to say finally come out. “I can’t do this anymore.” 

The nightmare of those words lingered throughout your slow morning. By lunch there was still no sign of Cassian.

So much for round two.

+

You picked at your dinner impatiently. The various fruits and meats on the table didn't appeal. Especially for such an early dinner. You were hoping to train but Rhys and Azriel weren’t back from their meeting yet, so you decided on a much too early feast for yourself. You couldnt bring yourself to have a bite though. You watched the snowdrifts billow outside the house of wind instead. They flurried down the mountains, shimmering like diamonds in the afternoon light. You could imagine how it sounded rushing down the steep peaks of the mountain. The soft tinkling sound they made when hitting your hair. Your wings flexed involuntarily. 

Mor strode in with a small box in her hands. "Good morning." She chittered, placing the box on the table in front of you. "Whats this?" You asked, skimming a finger over the lid. "A gift." She began walking away without a look back. 

"From?" the box seemed to hum with anticipation. 

"Open it and find out." She called from the doorway. Your stomach suddenly spiked with nerves. 

"For the one you lost. -Cas" 

The one you lost?! The ignorant note made your blood boil. He was the one that had caused you to lose it. You didnt even want the damned gift if he was going to be such an asshole about it. But you couldn't ignore the beauty of the blade that lay before you. Among dark satin lining lay a gorgeous handmade dagger. Black stained metal with a simple leather hilt. Curved at the tip with deadly sharpness. You picked an apple from the table, and tested the knife. 

It sliced through like butter, leaving no jagged edges over the skin of the fruit. You inspected the mark, noting the spot of red on the inside of the apple. Your heart dropped. "Shit." 

You hadn't even felt the cut, the blade was so sharp. You wrapped your loose shirt around the wound on your finger and set the knife back in the box. The blood dripped on the dark lining. Staining the perfection of it. 

+

You sparred with Azriel that evening, working off your frustration with Cassian. He went easy on you, noting the wrapping on your fingers. He didnt ask about it though. The session was more quiet than usual, even for Az. He stopped abruptly mid swing, letting you catch his torso with the training sword. Cassian landed behind you. He had his hands up in defense before you could even open your mouth.  

"You smell like blood." You accused. "And mud." 

"So do you." He gave Azriel a nod, and the shadowsinger excused himself. suspicion grated at your nerves. You set your jaw and put your sword away, ignoring the new blood spots blooming on the bandage. He squinted at it, you cut him off before he could say anything.

"Cassian..." You leveled a look at him. 

He kept his composure, ripping those hazel eyes from your injury. "Dont worry about it. I got it handled."

"You’re half a day late and - wait….Got what handled?!" You squeaked. You disregarded his tardiness all together. The sheepish look on his face said all you needed to know.

You wanted to hear him admit it. That he went and finished the job without you. You needed to hear him admit it. You realised you were tense, waiting to fight. Your wings were tucked in protectively behind you, and your fists clenched at your sides ached.

"Dont-"

"If you say dont worry about it again I am going to throw you off this house." You ground out through your teeth.

He did not laugh, like you would have expected. He just looked away. On the back of his neck you noticed the thin scratches and the dirt that marred his tunic. Your eyes stung with tears. The betrayal hitting you like a ton of bricks. "I did, alright?" He said, voice low. "I took care of it."

"What the fuck, Cassian?!" You exploded, "The bath, the flowers what - so I would be less suspicious?" You recalled the night before, the slow tenderness of him. The 

"What? No - I got that because I love-"

"Dont say its because you love me. You could have been killed. You lied to me." You could feel the blood pounding in your temples, fueling the rage that lashed out. Tears threatened to spill over. 

"I didnt lie!" His voice echoed against the far wall of the training ring. "And you were almost killed too. I couldn't risk that again."

"It wasn't even close to that bad!" You shouted back, not caring how the birds quieted. Your rage matched his, possibly exceeded it at times. You knew that on previous experiences. You'd done a lot more than make nature quiver at the tones you brought. 

"It was bad enough." He said with finality, his tone somber. He leaned against the weapons rack and tapped his toe against it anxiously. You stared him down, daring him to say more. Waiting to strike out against the next words you knew he wanted to say. What you knew he was thinking.

"You're not strong enough on your own."

You didn't need any more of his excuses. You didnt need to hear the words to know that he wanted to say them. You scoffed. It caught his attention. 

"Where are you going?" He asked. A request, not a demand. You didn't oblige him. You just leapt off the side of the the wide cliffside and let your wings pull you up, high into the air. You kept soaring, pushing and pushing until your lungs hurt with the stinging of the air. 

+

Az's cool shadows did not touch you when he landed. The rustling of the long grass around his pants was little more than a whisper. 

"He sent you didnt he?" You wiped your cold nose on your sleeve and attempted to piece yourself together. Things with Cas had gotten just so difficult lately. You didnt know why. He was constantly just... hovering. It made you claustrophobic. You hadn't been forgiving about it either. He wasn't the only one to blame. 

"He didn't..." Azriel stood beside you. You didnt feel his cold eyes that always seemed to pierce into you. You looked up at him to confirm your thoughts, and he was indeed looking over the grand lake you had parked yourself at. Among a valley of trees and violet flowers, the polished surface of the water seemed like a mirror. 

"Then why are you here?" Your words were laced with the venom Cas had left you with.

He was quiet for only a moment, before calmly speaking again. "To make sure you're alright."

"I dont need anyone looking after me. I'm not a child." You spat bitterly. The sunset overhead darkened, slowly making its way down behind the mountains. 

"I know. I came here for myself." His words held no double meaning. No doubt ringing through them. "I wanted to see you." He said simply. He didnt have the arrogant air of someone coming to the rescue. You appreciated that. It took a weight of your chest.

"Why?" You demanded more than asked. You really didnt care what your tone was like. He was the one offering to stay beside you.

He shrugged, and gestured to the large boulder you leaned against. "May I?" He asked. You shrugged back - weakly -, and he sat. You watched the sun disappear completely together. You through clouded, swollen eyes. 

He said nothing, didn't even look at you besides when you choked out a sob. Then his leg was there, subtle and warm. You didn't feel a sting of pride when you leaned against the welcome comfort. He didn't complain when your tears soaked through his pants, or when your cried rocked his body as well. 

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