#and they can't hear each other's mating calls either!!!

[luvvyouforever]

starcrossed - azriel shadowsinger x reader

-> in a world in which the cauldron grew tired of mates never finding each other, faeries are born with a constellation of stars on their skin that match only one other faerie. after years of never finding your match, everything snapped into place.

-> acotar soulmate au! some sweet fluff mostly with a little action in it :) i just have something for writing about azriel meeting his mate i can't help it. i also don't know how i feel about this writing so don't judge it too harshly please <3

rhysand's town home was packed with the night court and the utter largeness of their presence. azriel and cassian did not bother to tuck their wings in and instead let them drape over the back of the couch where they sat with legs spread. mor and amren took up arm chairs on either side of the couch, feyre was seated calmly next to rhysand, and you were perched on the edge of the couch closest to azriel.

an emergency meeting was called and within seconds of the communication going out, the living room was filled and heartbeats were racing. emergency meetings were reserved for dire cases only as each member of the court was impossibly busy with their own duties.

"there's a lot of movement happening in hybern right now and we don't like the sound of it," rhysand said with a serious, grave voice. "things are going to happen sooner than we would like, but we need to be prepared. knowledgeable."

azriel shifted in his seat which made you straighten out your back and prepare for your duties. you had an odd position in the night court as both healer and spy when need be. you worked and trained with azriel to assist him in the field and when he shifted in his seat, you knew that you were about to be gone for several days once more.

"azriel and y/n will go to hybern to listen in and try to figure out what they are working towards. mor will stay here in velaris in case what they are preparing holds danger over our people's heads. cassian, feyre, and i will go to illyria and alert them of new information. amren will continue to read these books because it may just be our last line of defense," rhysand called out orders with the grace of a high lord who was made for this job.

you noticed how feyre's hands trembled with nervousness and her fingers ran over the small pattern of stars on her wrist. rhysand's hand intertwined with hers and as an act of reassurance, he flipped his hand over, revealing his own pattern of stars to feyre again.

watching the interaction, your own hand traveled up to your collarbone where there rested your own little constellation of stars. the stars that would signal to you that you had found your mate, the one for you, forever. and yet, the years pass and you had yet to find that person with the matching constellation along their collarbone.

suddenly, azriel's hand touching you shoulder brought you out of your reverie. "come on, let's go get ready," he said. you stood up and followed him up the stairs of the town home to the roof where he held his arms open for you to climb into so you didn't have to walk to the house of wind.

"do you think this'll be a bad mission?" you asked azriel over the whipping of wind around your heads. his wing subtlety closed in on you so that you wouldn't have to strain to hear his words.

"i don't know. hybern could be planning anything. we need to be on our guard at all times," he answered back. even his shadows seemed to be nervous about what was coming. they whirled around your figure, one coming to rest on your collarbone, just above the stars.

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azriel's feet landed with a soft thud on the shores of hybern. with gentle movements, he released you from his arms where you adjusted your clothing after so long spent flying. you were dressed in illyrian fighting gear, blades strapped all along your chest. down along your waist, however, were not more weapons but rather healing supplies that would prove important in a dire situation.

azriel was a vision of coldness. his gaze was fixed upon the land before him and despite the wind from the sea messing your hair, he was perfectly fine. on his body was matching illyrian fighting gear with his blue syphons gleaming brightly. truth-teller was sitting on his torso, gems glinting in the sun.

there was a second where you felt something deep down flutter, an unexplained notion that azriel was attractive but it was squashed upon entry. you had a job to do and that job was not staring at the high lord's spymaster despite the odd urges in your chest calling you to do so.

azriel sent his shadows ahead of the two of you as scouts, whispering in his ear of the things they saw ahead. you followed behind him silently, feet carefully stepping on the ground and eyes scanning every inch of what lay before you.

suddenly, a shadow perked up and pointed azriel to the left of both of you. there, a soft hum sounded from something and you weren't sure what it was which was all the more terrifying. azriel didn't dare to move an inch closer and your feet held the same pause.

"what is that?" you whispered as quietly as possible.

"i don't know," he whispered back. "stay alert. i don't want anything to happen to you."

later, when you were safe, you would wonder what prompted him to say that. was it the fact that you held the healing supplies which he knew nothing about? was it because you were his best partner in these missions? or was there something else? the pull that you had felt earlier?

none of that mattered right now though. right now, there was a mysterious hum coming from the left of you on territory that it is growing more dangerous to be on by the minute. azriel thought for a second, his careful eyes trained to his side. slowly, he went to grab a small blade from the holster around his hip when his large wing brushed against the ground. within a matter of milliseconds, hundreds of ash daggers shot from the origin of the humming.

you rolled, dodged, ducked, and winnowed all to avoid the attack. in the midst of the chaos, you lost sight of azriel which petrified you.

"azriel!" you shouted with little care about who on hybern heard you.

in just a few short moments, the ash dagger swarm stopped and in the silence, you heard a faint male groaning coming from behind you. with a turn quick enough to make your head spin, you found azriel on the ground, clutching at his sides which were rapidly spilling blood. with a whisper of a swear, you dropped to your knees to examine the damage.

your hands found the buttons on his gear, but with great effort, his hands stopped yours. "you gotta get out of here," he choked out.

"no, i'm not leaving you here. i won't," you whispered back, shrugging his grip on your hands off. it would be difficult to do, but you could winnow the two of you out of here, at least off of hybern's land. your palm found azriel's shoulder and for a second you felt like you were falling, but then you appeared on the shores away from hybern. the mortal lands, you realized. it was a risky manuever, but the beach seemed clear of humans. despite azriel's groans, you dragged him back from the ocean and to the forest line.

the fighting gear you had on was impossibly heavy and only inhibiting your ability to efficiently help azriel. with a quick flourish, you tugged off the leather, revealing the thin tank top you wore underneath. there at the top of your collarbone peaked the tattoo of stars which you had completely forgotten about. azriel made no noise, but his eyes immediately fell to the patch.

"i have to take these off of you so i can see where you're hurt," you told azriel. if he protested, you would still have to do it. the wound was too deep and too messy to heal from the outside.

gently, you pulled the leather away from azriel's body which caused him to groan more. with one final wince, he laid on the rough ground shirtless. there, at the top of his collarbone, was a littering of stars. in the same pattern as your own. there was no notice on your part as the wound your hands were currently working on healing took up your attention.

but then, just as you reached for an ointment tucked in the pocket of your pants, there was a touch to your hand. you looked up finally with a wild look in your eyes that told azriel how panicked you were about losing him.

that moment of eye contact, while azriel is slowly healing himself, while you were breathing deeply to calm your worry, is when it snapped. your eyes shot down to his collarbone where the tattoo of stars seemed to shine. azriel reached out a weak arm to trace your own version of the stars on your collarbone.

"i really didn't expect that, you know?" you whispered.

there was that pull again, the one from earlier. and then azriel's shadows reached out to you again, dancing around your form, circling the spot on your collarbone as they had before. they knew long before you did.

"there's no better time like the present," azriel shrugged but immediately followed it up with a groan.

you were shook back into reality and continued your healing. your eyes kept flitting back and forth from the wound closing on azriel's side to the stars on his collarbone that matched yours.

the man that you had spent so long side by side with. the man that you learnt everything from. the man that was your closest companion for years. when he felt strong enough, you would winnow him closer and closer to the night court before he could fly into velaris. there, you'd take him to your kitchen, make him dinner, and accept the bond.

for now, you appreciated this feeling of quiet understanding in both of you that you had found the one you were meant to be with, no matter if the bond snapped into place on a beach in the mortal lands with your healing hands tirelessly working on your mate.

#acotar #acotar series #fluff #fanfic #acotar x reader #acotar fanfiction #azriel imagine #azriel fanfic #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #i don't know how to feel about this #but i think i like it #i don't know

[miraluking-respectfully]

MEAN TO HIM!!!

#they're called pumpkin toadlets and they're bad at everything because they're sososososooo teeny weeny tiny #they're so small that their inner ears don't work and they can't land their jumps properly! they are so little it makes them CLUMSY #and they can't hear each other's mating calls either!!! #WAAAUGGGHGH #animals #edit: i did not mean to post this to my star wars blog but whatever i'm keeping it

[vibingpyro]

Hot Damn

A simple bet is how your night started.

A simple, yet incredibly irritating bet. Hobie's best mate, Jensen, had opened his fat mouth, likely running on more than enough liquid courage then the amount both Hobie and you had drank in the few hours you've been at the bar.

"I'd bet that you two love birds can't manage to not touch each other by midnight." Jensen bets, his open beer nearly sloushes over the table as he gestures to Hobie's arm drapped over your shoulder, you roll your eyes but you can just feel Hobie's gears moving in his head at the taunt from Jensen.

"Oh? And what are you betting?" Hobie hums, eyeing Jensen over the rim of his own drink, quirking an intrigued eyebrow at his best friend, rubbing his hand up and down soothingly where it rests on your upper arm. Jensen shrugs, before his eyes brighten, likely with an not so good idea you presume. "How about this, you guys don't touch each other until midnight and I'll shut up whenever you tell me to, and I'll even throw in a six pack." He throws in, and you see Hobie look down at you in silent question 'what do you say?' Hobies eyes communicate.

It isn't necessary an...awful idea as you expected it to be, so you nod in agreement. "Deal." You say, taking an swig of your own drink as Hobie retracts his arm from your shoulders with one last lingering touch before placing it on the table as Jensen smiles cheekily.

How hard could it be, right?

Apparently it's about as hard as walking an straight line when you're pissed drunk.

You stew in your irritation, occupying yourself at peeling away the already ripped leather of the booth seat you're sitting on, flickering your gaze to watch Jensen and Hobie playing pool across the room. You think you're the only one suffering from the no touching bet, until you notice the small longing glances Hobie sends you way whenever Jensen turns to line up his pool cue, his eyes lingering on your form as his lips frown in an sympathetic gesture.

You sigh quietly, stopping your picking distraction of the poor leather seat to take another swig of your drink, nearly choking when you hear an familiar voice call out to you, "Hey! I didn't know you came here. What a coincidence." The voice laughs and you turn in your seat, eyes widening in confirmation. It's Jeremiah, your most recent ex. Walking right up to your table.

You clear your throat as you muster an tight fake smile, absolutely caught off guard from seeing Jeremiah after months of not running into him, debating if it were truly an coincidence.

"Jeremiah! What a...pleasure, I didn't expect to see you here either." You laugh, although it's tinged with nervousness as you push down the disbelief you're feeling. You glance over at Hobie, expecting him to be unbothered playing with Jensen still, freezing up slightly when you're met with Hobie's unimpressed pointed look at Jeremiah, looking him up and down, before his gaze meets yours, with an much softer look although it's still cautious.

You nod, reassuring Hobie from across the room that you've got this. Hobies shoulders lose a bit of their tension, his grip on his own pool cue loosening as he nods back, giving his own reassuring small smile before turning his back to return to playing with Jensen. Hobie knows you can fight your own battles although that doesn't stop him from glancing at you out of the corner of his eye every now and then.

Jeremiah settles himself across the booth from you, his eyes taking you in as If it's the last time he would ever see you. "Well, you certainly have changed, haven't you?" He hums, leaning his hand on the table top. You give an small shrug, "Yeah, that's kinda what happens when you don't see each other for months." You murmur, looking at Jeremiah with unimpressed eyes. Your split with him wasn't necessarily messy or emotional, he just claimed to have lost feelings and you both parted your own ways.

Jeremiah chuckles a hint bashfully, "I suppose you have a good point." He smiles slightly, his eyes drifting down to where your hand rests on the tabletop, his hand beginning to move not so subtly towards yours.

"I was thinking we could-" Jeremiah is cut off by an quick flash of color, an arm placed right between Jeremiah's hand trying to meet yours, slamming against the table "So sorry." Hobie's unapologetic voice says, his hand pulling back with one of his many rings in the palm. "Forgot my ring." He smiles unrepentantly although the smile doesn't reach his eyes as he places the ring back on his index finger. You're sure there weren't any of his rings on the table when he left..

"Oh dear, don't tell me I'm interrupting." Hobie says as he slides into the booth seat beside you, his tone filled with sarcasm, he seemed hell bent on letting this poser on knowing he wasn't welcomed as he glares expectantly at the man across from him.

Jeremiah practically flinches back in his seat, his hands moving up in an placating defensive motion. "I didn't know she was with someone, I'm so sorry mate." He apologizes, and you can practically feel how wound tight Hobie is as his leg bounces slightly beneath the table with adrenaline.

"Sorry? Nah, nah, you're not sorry but if you're not out of this booth by the time my girl blinks, you will be." Hobie's voice drops into an unfriendly blunt tone, Jeremiah staggers to his feet, taking no chances, you're half tempted to blink just to see what Hobie had planned for him.

Hobie lets out an chuckle, watching Jeremiah retreat to the other side of the bar with such quick feet you'd think his feet were on fire. Hobie leans back in his seat beside you, his arm twitching as he begins to drape it over your shoulder, just barely remembering the bet as his arm hovers, adjusting it to lay over the back of the booth with an irritated huff. "This bet is going to be the proper death of me." He murmurs beside you, and you sigh, nodding in agreement, resisting the urge to cuddle up against him as you normally do whenever in reaching distance of him.

"How much longer do we have?" You ask, bringing your drink back to your lips to take the last swallow of the refreshing liquid. Hobie leans his head back, squinting his eyes as he reads the clock hanging above the entrance of the bar. "Thirty more minutes." He groans softly, you groan along with him at the news. "This sucks." You murmur, rubbing your hands over your face.

Hobie hums in agreement, his eyes drifting over to where Jeremiah is ordering an drink at the bar. "Especially with that bloody poser.." he rolls his eyes, his fingers twitching momentarily as he moves to brush an lock of hair out of your face before pulling back with barely restrained frustration, it doesn't help when Jensen comes by with a tray full of drinks, sitting down across the booth.

"I got the drinks!" He says with such drunken cheerfulness it makes your teeth grit not to mention Jensen being both Hobie and yours reason for being irritated, "Oh, fuck off Jensen." You and Hobie say in unison. Jensen just sighs, used to this treatment, "Why does everyone hate the guy who brings the drinks?" He murmurs.

Thankfully about twenty five minutes goes by swiftly, partly due to the nice liquid distractions in front of you. Hobie seems to still be tense, gripping his drink tightly as he drinks at it, his attention seeming elsewhere while his foot taps against the ground beneath the table, you're more interested in listening to Jensen yap on about his girl troubles, using that as another welcome distraction than losing the bet and accidentally touching Hobie out of pure instinct, although your distraction excuses himself to the restroom leaving you wanting for more juicy girl drama.

The clock on the wall begins to ding, indicating it's midnight, you don't even have an moment to think before you're hoisted from your seat beside Hobie and into his lap and spun around to face him as something hard presses into your inner thigh. "Alright, if any of you don't want a show, get out!" Hobie announces to the bar, before his head ducks into the crook of your neck, pressing hot open mouthed kisses and nips to the sensitive flesh there, your protests getting caught in your throat.

There aren't many patrons in the bar, thankfully, but the ones that are there begin to already shuffle out, even the bartender decides to fuck off, merely telling Hobie to lock the door behind him once we're done. Jeremiah is seen gawking at the bar, rooted in place. Hobie turns his head to face him still nuzzles into your neck, sneering slightly. "You had your chance, mate. She's all mine now." And to prove his point Hobies large hand comes down to your ass, squeezing and fondling you through the fabric of your jeans, making you squeal slightly as he rocks you against his erection in his jeans, the friction hitting against your clit just right.

"Be a good lap dog n' scram." Hobie huffs, one of his hands moving to shuffle your shift up, pushing past your bra to suckle at one perky nipple, you can't help but melt into his touch after so long of being restricted from him, wrapping one of your hands into his wicks to push him further into your chest in encouragement, you don't even notice Jeremiah rushing out with an small barely noticable limp, he's going to be nursing his own excitement all by himself it seems.

Hobie continues to lavish that one nipple before pulling back to give an similar treatment to the other, swirling his talented tongue around the sensitive nub. You whine impatiently, grinding your core against his erection through his pants, he grunts at the friction, moving back to look at you with blown pupils, his hips rising upwards to meet your needy movements.

"Tell me who you belong to, lovey." he huffs, his head burrowing back into your neck, biting and suckling purpling love marks. Your back arches as he finds your sensitive spot on your neck with familiar expertise, "Mmfh- I'm all yours, only yours." You reassure him softly, your hand still gripping gently into his wicks.

Hobie groans against your neck before he pulls back, "That'll do it." He nods, lifting you out of his lap to stand before quickly hopping out of his seat, unbuttoning and pushing past the confines of his pants while you do the same, once both barriers are out of the way, he gently but firmly bends you over the tabletop, giving your ass an quick appreciative smack, rubbing it when you turn your head to glare at him half heartily. "You missed my touch didn't you, sweetheart?" He hums, nudging his length to your wet entrance, coating the tip of his dick in your arousal, even in his own need he never fails to tease you at least once. You nod with an whine, trying to roll your hips back onto him, even widening your legs to further entice. "Of course I did! Please just fuck me." You huff with an hint of desperation, trying to look back and see if Hobie at least looks like he'll be merciful and fuck you properly.

Hobie chuckles, one hand moving to wrap gently around your throat as he leans over your back, "So impatient, be a good girl n' take it." He murmurs against the shell of your ear you don't have a moment to call him a hypocrite before his hips move forward, his cock sliding in with barely any resistance from your wet walls welcoming him inside, the both of your groan in bliss as the wonderful feeling of being connected.

"That's it baby, so good f'me." Hobie groans, beginning to thrust into you, pulling almost all the way back until sinking back in with deep strokes, finding an rhythm quickly, you can't help but whimper beneath him, your hands in front of your to steady yourself from his deep thrusts. His grip on your throat remain gentle and sweet, his thumb stroking softly at the marked flesh of your neck.

"O-only for ah~ you." You choke out, barely heard over the sound of wet skin on skin, and Hobies heavy breaths and groans. His dick twitches inside of you, his head goes into the back of your neck as his thrusts falter for just a moment. "G-goddamn.." he curses, "Sweetheart, if you keep saying stuff like that I won't last fer' much longer..." He pants against your neck, the hand not on your throat holds your hip steady, as he pounds into you.

Your walls flutter around him, as the coil in your belly tightens in arousal as his words hit a certain chord in you. You practically purr as your hands turn white on the grip on the edge of the table, you know it isn't a good idea but fuck it, you're already here. "Not gonna fuck, a-ah~ me proper?" You tease through your moans, and that seems to be Hobies final straw, he growls before the hand on your hip drifts to your inner thigh, lifting it up before he thrusts up into you, way deeper because of the new position. "This 'proper' enough for you?" He huffs into your ear his accent thickening, not waiting for a response as he thrusts up into you like his life depended on it, his hand moving further, moving your thigh onto his forearm while he begins to apply just the amount of pressure to your clit the way you like it.

You yelp, your hips bucking at the sudden stimulation and your orgasm practically crashes down on you, Hobies name getting caught in your throat. Hobie hisses at your walls clamping down on him, his own orgasm ripping through him as hot thick ropes of cum flood your velvet walls, you both cry out together as you share your climaxes, Hobie softly fucks you through it, prolonging your pleasure, murmuring soft praises into your ear and for a moment, you're both panting and basking in the afterglow until an door is heard creaking open.

"Hey, where did everyone go?" Jensens clueless voice chimes, Hobie and you look over just in time to see Jensen return to the main area of the bar, his eyes widening comically at the sight of Hobie leaning over you and his hand still gripping your inner thigh, your lower half practically on display.

"Hot damn.."

"Fuck off, Jensen." You and Hobie groan in unison.

#hobie brown #astv hobie #hobie spiderverse #spiderman atsv #atsv hobie #hobart brown #across the spider verse #hobie x reader #across the spiderverse #hobie brown x reader

[colie-nne]

Hello! So happy to see that ur back! Could I request Lewis with a Russell!reader. It can either be a SMAU or a regular fic, ur choice. With the general idea that they a private but not secret relationship, but the running joke is that George pretends that he’s clueless.

pairing: lewis hamilton x fem!reader | instagram au

summary: what george feels about his sister dating his teammate.

warning: none

requested: yes | no - REQUESTS ARE OPEN

a/n: another lewis hamilton post that will have a part 2. Next to this will be a valiente part, so stay tuned and feel free to message me about anything.

y/n.rssll

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y/n.rssll 2 years with my precious gem. to more loving memories with you x

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user awwwwwww!!!

lewishamilton cheers to us for two years

y/n.rssll cheers to us, babi user lewis is babi? i love that

carmenmmundt yes to the sweetest couple!

georgerussell63 am i not sweet to you? y/n.rssll at times, yes. but carmen is mine now so shoo. Thank you georgerussell63 ...

user im waiting for the sibling banter in the comment section

Daily F1 updates

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Daily F1 updates George Russell's reaction to a tweet asking about his reaction to his sister and teammate Lewis Hamilton's 2-year relationship.

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user he's proud guys, you hear that?

user George not having a clue about long his sisters has been with lewis is such a george thing to do

user no but why did time fly so fast

user ikr, it feels just like it was yesterday that Lewis accidentally hard-launched their relationship user and it has remained iconic to this day

lewishamilton and y/n.rssll

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lewishamilton with y/n.rssll ♥️

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y/n.rssll beach day with the bae😘

georgerussell63 what is this y/n? y/n.rssll it's called being in love and having an anniversary George georgerussell63 oh I know what that is y/n.rssll really? so you do know that Carmen spent the weekend over at mine right? georgerussell63 what? user ahhh the Russell sibling's banter😌

user y/n has a tattoo now?? OMY

y/n.rssll it's a temporary one, just wanted to see what it looks like on me.😇 landonorris exceptionally stunning, mate y/n.rssll well thank you, kind sir carlossainz55 so when are you getting one? georgerussell63 she isn't

user always the no face photos, i'm living for it though

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f1 Lewis Hamilton wins the Austrian Grand Prix!! See some of the behind-the-scenes celebrations!!

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user the looks of content in lewis' face after seeing y/n run up to him is heartwarming

user y/n is certainly the goat wag and you can't tell me otherwise

y/n.rssll HE IS BACK AND READY TO FIGHT!! onto the next race my love

y/n.rssll

y/n.rssll after-race beach days are always the best. (will post more because georgerussell63 kept pestering lewis)

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user the 2nd pic is everything

georgerussell63 i was pestering no one

y/n.rssll talk to the back of Lewis' car, Georgie 🤟🏻 user that was a low blow, y/n you can't just do that to your own brother y/n.rssll sorry not sorry

user if you understand the root of their sibling banter, I salute you🫡

alex_albon looking amazing Lewis!

georgerussell63 shut it, mate. respectfully user not Alex joining y/n's side

lewishamilton

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lewishamilton i do think it has gone for too long. isn't that right y/n.rssll?

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y/n.rssll i totally agree with you 😌

user i don't get this but LEWIS IS HARD-LAUNCHING AFTER TWO YEARS OF FACELESS PICS!!

user the way they look at each other is magical!!!

user where can I get my own Lewis?

user george has been quiet since lewis made this post.. what is happening?

#f1 x oc #f1 fandom #f1 fic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 #formula 1 #f1 x you #f1 instagram au #sir lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton social media au #lewis hamilton x reader #george russell #george russell x reader #george russell x y/n

[bonefall]

i know u dont rework arcs untill theyre complete but im very excited to see what you do with a starless clan, theres so much exciting things happening in this arc to work with. do you have any changes you already know for sure you’ll be incorporating?

No for-sures. I don't want to make any for-sures. I have ones I'm feeling but I don't want to call ANYTHING a for-sure yet. I need to find out what the ending is, WHERE this is all going, because I have a strong philosophy in my writing that a story is like a spear;

IT'S ALL ABOUT GETTING TO THE POINT.

But we are 4/6 of the way in, so I CAN start talking about thoughts!

I'm actually leaning pretty heavily towards axing Nightheart as a POV. There's still time for the books to turn around and justify it, BUT HEAR ME OUT

(Saying AS someone who is a Nightheart Enjoyer)

So far I'm really feeling that his character would benefit from us never being inside of his head, or seeing what he's been going through. As much as I WILL stand by that I enjoyed books 1 and 2 and liked his perspectives there, I'm starting to think that it would serve the story a lot better for Sunbeam and Frostpaw to be guessing just as much as we are.

We'd get introduced to Nightheart on the journey for catmint.

Sunbeam connects with him immediately, because she's tossed on this mission while she's in the middle of a swirling tide of drama. With nothing but Clerics and a hardened Rootspring to the left and her ex-bestie (exstie) to the right, he's really her only other choice for companionship. She's chronically unable to stop problems before they get out of hand, the sort of person who becomes frozen by indecision, and then here comes this Glorious Bastard

In her eyes, he's so caring, and bold, and fun! He's the first one to jump headlong into danger, to really be interested in her problems and just let her talk, and his story is so heartbreaking! A mother who's so hard on him... and his Clan is so mean all the time, but he wants to prove to all of them that he's more than just Firestar's descendant... but he was so brave to choose his own name.................

And then, when she follows him into ThunderClan, she learns he fucking lied. She changed Clans based on SOB STORIES

When she first comes, no one knows what he's been saying behind their back. Even if they did, they don't want to start trashing Nightheart right to his new mate's face. But then he LEAVES, and Sunbeam will bring up,

"Maybe it was because you were hard on him?"

And then Sparkpelt tries to agree, just to take blame onto herself and stop all this, but Finchlight's had eNOUGH and ends up setting the record straight;

"No this is DEFINITELY another tantrum. He already ran off once before."

"NO he didn't pick his own name, he stopped the whole ceremony to complain and Bramblestar gave him a compromise"

"MEAN to him?? I had to do HIS WORK because he couldn't STAY ON THE GROUND"

"Oh he's buckling under the weight of his legacy? that must be so hard. I was cat-fifteen when i punched my first fascist and he was wearing the face of my grandpa."

"His mom aba-WHAT?? ABANDONED???? OUR MOTHER WAS EXILED AND HE STAYED HOME!!!!! WE WERE CAT-FIFTEEN!!"

With this false hope shattered, Sunbeam is thrown into a devastating situation where... her mother was right. She was tricked. And now she's stuck in this new Clan without any of her old friends, without this mate who was too-good-to-be-true, the ONE impulsive choice she's made on her own in her WHOLE LIFE turns to ashes in her mouth. She can't go back, either, because Berryheart would NEVER let her live this down.

But... it's okay.

It's a slow shock, to make a choice SO impulsive and SO self-concerned, and find a safety net below her. It's going to be okay. The trials are fair. The cats of ThunderClan interrupt and speak over each other, but, that teaches her to be more assertive. Sparkpelt and Finchlight are not the mean assholes that Nightheart built them up to be, and they'll support her no matter what she chooses to do with her possible mate.

I want Nightheart TO get better, but, in order for that to happen, he has to face, and, more importantly, ACCEPT consequences. He needs to develop the maturity to say, "I acted like a brat and didn't appreciate what I had. and I'm sorry. you don't have to forgive me."

Bottom line being, Nightheart is striking me lately as a character that works best as unpredictable, because we have NO IDEA what's truly in his head. It would be interesting for him to have a novella later, but as it stands, his POV has consistently just been a duplicate since he joined ShadowClan. We gained NOTHING from splitting the Frostpaw Journey of the newest book in half POV, and VERY little from splitting the ShadowClan one into half POV.

I might reduce the POVs to 2, just Sunbeam and Frostpaw, or change Nightheart's to Lightleap. If I NEED 3 main characters, then they should all be a consistent camera on different parts of the conflict.

Again. I do not commit to changes until the arcs are done. Nothing in BB!ASC is set yet.

But here's some other little things I'm thinking,

Bramblestar is VOTED out.

He does not step down. The little "game" he played with Nightheart to create a situation to yell at Squilf, who hasn't been his mate in a long time in BB, was the LAST straw for ThunderClan.

They had sympathy for him before that point, because of what he went through with Ashfur, but his leadership was long and controversial even before the Impostor.

And there's a really strong sentiment that IF Bramblestar had been a good leader... they would have realized he was possessed sooner. So, there are those who partially blame him for the tyranny of the Impostor.

Basically; enough is enough.

Berryheart's hate group has ACTUAL consequences. Someone gets killed; probably Antfur, who survived the last arc to die here.

More fights. This arc has been too bloodless. Already planning SEVERAL sudden, random brawls in RiverClan as tensions boil.

Heartstar is going to be MORE controversial. Not controversial enough in canon imo. I don't like how Leaf and Squilf seem like they have "hypothetical" issues with the invasion instead of being able to point at REAL ones.

riverclan didn't forget how to do the chores they've done their WHOLE lives, no. I'm going to talk about POWER VACUUMS and create ACTUAL factions that begin to coagulate in RiverClan.

if we're going to have a brainless plot about how "Well Ackshually democracy has enough problems to make us reconsider not having unaccountable, tyrannical dictators, because a vote could maybe be called over One Single Issue" then I'll talk about shit like the spoiler effect, mob mentality, and factionalism. Get the hell out of my way ERIN I'll cook

No Smoky. Society has progressed past the need for Smoky. No Smokyng Area.

Whistlepaw should to try and take care of her ALONE, not trained enough to take care of SUCH bad wounds and barely able to keep her trembling paws straight, and Frostpaw realizes that she's making her watch her own friend die.

Is this how her life is going to end? slipping away under the paws of someone she loves, for what? pride? to do what her mother told her-- trust no cat?

As she TRUSTS Whistlepaw? Trusts her SO much, that Frostpaw will force her to be the only witness to her death?

FROSTPAW CALLS THE HUMAN

...which in BB, is a team of researchers. She drags herself to them, and collapses. This is why they just HAPPENED to have the proper equipment on them; they're WILDLIFE VETS.

Not sure how I'm going to handle Frostpaw's Journey though. In BB, the Park Cats are already a foundational part of Clan Culture.

In all honesty, while I HAVE to praise the fact that the Erins have FINALLY created ONE outsider group that isn't malicious or defenseless... I don't much care for them.

sending frostpaw on a side quest to what's essentially a big DOTC reference. Look! It's that group we introduced in the last 5 chapters of our latest glorified recap! cooool.

We're just going to get nothing but fucking founders in every dream from now on. I'm SURE of it.

As a consolation prize to myself though I will be writing cool angel scenes of the absolute BEING that Riverstar has become in heaven.

Riverstar (normal cat): "Elder Bones I'm going out!"

"not dressed like THAT you're not!!!"

Riverstar (the manifestation of the river, the rain in the sky above, and the abyss below, and how through water we are all truly connected as one being): "better?"

I will probably keep the Park Cats and rework them significantly, but I'm leaning pretty heavily towards Frostpaw visiting a LOT of places. A holy pilgrimage.

ESPECIALLY one of the Tribe's three wards; the River Ward. The Tribe of Rushing Water believes (it's even in the name) that water connects all things.

So I think it would be really fitting for Frostpaw to learn from MANY perspectives, starting with this philosophy put forth by the River Ward.

And she realizes-- that's what Riverstar is, as well. As a being. He is mentoring her on this pilgrimage, while barely saying a word. She can feel him wherever she is, because he isn't JUST the God of the River.

He is connection. He is peace. He's water. Too much and you'd drown, not enough and you'd thirst.

#BB!ASC #better bones au #Bone babble

[bratphilia]

william afton nsfw alphabet i beg 🙏🙏 btw i love your blog you're doing god's work <33333

note: so um. i literally told michy, and i quote, "i cannot outdo the doer i fear" bc her william nsfw alphabet was so mf good like i was really worried i would not be able to come up with something original. so if you see any similarities to this!! it's her's!!

taglist: @dilfity

a = aftercare

not really affectionate. depends on who you are to him tbh. if you're just a fling/fuck buddy, you're pretty disposable to him (just gonna be blunt) therefore he's usually more concerned about himself. however if you're his wife you are allowed exactly one peck on the lips. he usually hits you with a cheesy one liner that's supposed to be comforting regardless.

b = body part

ass man ass man ass man. his favorite place to pull out on. he loves to spank you watch it jiggle as well as you jolt. loves to grab on it, snap the band of your panties on, bend you over his lap, etc.

c = cum

must. finish. inside. will buy you plan b, or just pull out on your stomach, titties, or, his favorite, your ass, but only if he has to (ie you're quite a taboo couple that may never see each other again). loves to paint your face after you suck his dick.

d = dirty secret

wants to hold a knife to your throat and make you call him william. he gets so tired of hearing you cry "steve!" that he just mostly makes you call him "daddy" or "sir." either that or he wants to try a cnc scenario where he's hunting you down as william.

e = experience

a lot of experience. if you have no experience, he just can't help but want to ease you into every little kink of his!! and if you're experienced? he likes that too because he wouldn't have to teach you to do everything.

f = favorite position

doggy style because he loves to see your ass bounce, especially when you look back at him and thrust backwards. it will have him thrusting into you even harder. also loves mating press and grasping onto your thighs so you have little free will. he loves any situation where you're completely at his disposal.

g = goofy

not goofy at all. this is serious business.

h = hair

very shaven!! he has a happy trail but shaves his pubes.

i = intimacy

even if it's rough, it feels intimate (hence why it can never be funny to have sex with him). loves to press his forehead against yours and force you to look into his eyes as he pumps into you.

j = jack off

takes pictures with and without your consent for masturbation material. he'll even go onto your social media and stroke himself to pictures of you with friends or family (zoomed in on you ofc) ITS FUCKING WEIRD. he jacks off literally at any opportunity he can find.

k = kink

loves it when you call him daddy. no questions asked. he loves the power dynamic it creates. has a huge degrading kink. expect to be called "slut" and "whore" AND he loves to be degraded by getting called a "pervert" or a "dirty old man." has a huge age kink, once again, loves the seniority.

l = location

anywhere and everywhere. he doesn't have a bucket list or anything but he just has to have you wherever he pleases! even if you're not totally onboard with it, he'll find other ways to convince you.

m = motivation

he just has high libido. point blank.

n = no

would immediately stop if you asked him to call you "mommy" or got way too cocky while he lets you have a little fun dominating him for once.

o = oral

he loves forcing his cock down your throat and fucking your face, don't get me wrong! but he loves smothering his face in and making out with your cunt. it's to the point where it's not about you and more about him satiating his personal hunger.

p = pace

depends on what he needs and william's mood varies minute by minute. if he's angry, expect it to be taken out on you with many spanks landed on your ass, hand in your hair, and all kinds of degrading insults thrown at you. if he's feeling more in the mood, he'll go slow and torture you, filling you up inch by inch, edging you, and making you beg him for your orgasm.

q = quickie

not a fan. must fuck you fully or not at all.

r = risk

does not want kids. he's very upfront about that. so even if he comes inside you, he's very very sure that you take a contraceptive.

s = stamina

has insane stamina for his age. will fuck you like a rabbit for hours.

t = toys

LOVESSS to torture you with all kinds of vibrators and dildos. wants to try tying all your limbs and holding a vibrator to your cunt to see how much you can take.

u = unfair

read above. he's also very much into bondage. loves to restrain your body and eat you out nice and slow, making sure his beard scratches in all the right places.

v = volume

depends on your disposition. more often than not he takes it as a compliment if you scream. but if you need to be quiet (cough cough stepdad!william) he'll stuff your panties in your mouth, choke you so you get the message, or just clap a hand over your mouth and threaten to "make you shut the fuck up" if you don't.

w = wild card

wants to try a threesome with a younger man to show him how a real man fucks. only rule is that he absolutely has to pull out, or else he's going "missing"

x = x-ray

you know what they say about big hands. mans is HUNG. he definitely gets more swollen as he gets hard too.

y = yearning

like i said, his libido is extremely high at all times. even in the most wrong situations. he even gets hard watching you genuinely upset/crying over something and asks if he can compensate to make you "feel better."

z = zZz

doesn't really care about waiting until you fall asleep. personally believes sleep is for the weak and there's so much he hasn't done yet.

#asks #fnaf #fnaf smut #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's #william afton #steve raglan #william afton x reader #william afton smut

[octuscle]

Hey support. I have a “nations of the world”-themed Halloween party coming up. We all drew nationalities and “types” out of a hat. I got “London Uni Chav”. I’m not even sure I know what that means. Think you can help me get into character?

Mate, there's a store in the East End. It's called CHAVTF. They will be able to help you. Tell them I sent you and they'll give you a good price, guaranteed. I will definitely announce you as well.

When you arrive at the store, a young man is standing in the doorway on the phone. A miserable chav. Too bad, actually quite good looking. But a cheap haircut and clothes, in which you would certainly not go on the street. But you wouldn't play with your balls on the street with your hand in your pants either… He shakes your hand, which you find disgusting to the max, and says that you must be Shane. You answer that your name is actually Sean. The young man answers "Lit, go ahead, I'll be right there".

When you open the door, it smells like cannabis, sweat and new sneakers. A difficult combination. You are already sure that it won't be long before you get a headache. Secretly you smell your hand. Fuck, it now smells like sweat and cum of the employee. At first it disgusts you. But somehow you can't get enough of the smell. You hear the young man behind you say "If ya loik da smell, i'll be happy to lock da store an' drop mah pants." You are not sure if this is a joke and say with a smile "Maybe later". "Name iz Tyler by da way. Ya can call meh Ty. "Then call me Shane" you reply and give Ty a fistbump.

"Mah bruv said ya need something for university. Iz 'at roit?" You nod, glancing at the racks, wondering what on earth you're going to wear here. "Dude, i fink ano da answer, but are ya studying or working at da university". You laugh. "Do I look like a fucking student?". Ty grins "Fuck, no! How long have you been a janitor there?". "Mate, I'm the assistant to the assistant to the janitor. Just started a few weeks ago."

"Bruv, go in da booth, get undressed an' i'll bring ya something appropriate to wear. Socks an' jockstrap are already d'er." You don't even think and do what Ty tells you. Before you put on the jockstrap, you press it to your face. As you expected, it smells like Ty's hand. The socks are no longer white and smell like old sweat. You get a hard-on when you have everything on.

"I guess you don't mind second hand" says Ty. "Absolutely not," you reply. Ty sees the bulge in the jockstraps and grins. "Fuck dude, even though you're only 5'6", you're pretty XXXL down there." You ask if Ty has really locked up the store yet. Ty gets down on his knees, takes out your cock, starts licking your balls and asks who cares. A few seconds later you form a 69 and suck each other's cocks.

You quickly solve the problem with the drains. A small favor for your pal Ty on the way home. For this he could give you the headphones cheap. They probably fell off the truck. But you don't care. You have to go to a Halloween party in the next few days. If you don't like music, at least you can defend yourself now. Hehehehe!

#male tf #reality change #male transformation #chav tf #halloween tf #hiviz tf

[imaginesmai]

Behind closed doors- Cassian

I wanted to participate in kinktober too! But since I can't write a fic for each day, I'll give you some short ones with different prompts. Feel free to request! Also, let me know if you want to be tagged in the general acotar taglist.

Plot: Morning training in a storage closet.

Warnings: Oral sex (m), teasing, porn basically.

Cassian’s breath hitched and his wings flared behind him, pressed tightly against the wall. He could hear the Valkyries laughing at something, not too far away. He didn’t need enhanced hearing to know they were too close, and that they probably knew what was happening behind the closed door.

But for once, Cassian didn’t care about the training, about them, or about anything else that wasn’t the feeling of your mouth and hands on his cock. Through half-closed eyes, he looked down.

You were kneeling on the reduced space of the storage room, on Cassian’s t-shirt. Because, before anything else, he was a gentleman and would never let a scrap on your body. A contrast to your tearful eyes that looked up at him, and that made his stomach tight.

After waking up and having breakfast together, he expected you both to train with the Valkyries, as any other day. He didn’t expect for you to appear in the training ring in shorts and a tight bra. He didn’t expect either you walking up to him until he could only look at your leverage and grab his already hardening cock through his pants.

He did expect though dragging you to the closest room, a storage closet, and sticking his tongue down your throat.

And other things.

“Do that again” he panted. “You feel so good, princess”

The hand that wasn’t holding your head in place caressed your cheek, in such a loving way that you weren’t able to deny it. Following his command, you squeezed his balls softly and dragged your teeth down his length.

Cassian’s cock wasn’t only long, but also thick. After almost a century of being a mated couple, you still marveled at the beautiful specimen that you got to call yours.

“Y/N”

The way your name fell from his lips made you squeeze your thighs together, desperate for any type of friction. Cassian was a vocal lover, he wasn’t afraid to show you how much you pleasured him – you, and the rest of the world.

So you continued to your ministrations, more than happy to know your mate was falling apart on you. Bobbing your head up and down, you pumped what you didn’t fit in your mouth.

“We’re gonna be late for training, Cas” you said with a rough voice, once you let him fall from your mouth. Your hand remained stroking his shaft, and you pressed a kiss to his tip.

“We already are” he whispered back.

His head was resting against the wall, and even if you couldn’t see his eyes, you knew they were closed. Training hadn’t started yet and he was already sweating and shirtless, all his hard muscles tight and wet – and that sight alone was enough to make you shift on your knees.

His cock was standing proud and tall against your hand, had been for a while. You could have ended it a while ago, because no matter how many times you sucked him off, Cassian was ready to go as soon as he saw you on your knees.

But that day was different. You were enjoying too much his tight grip on your hair, the precum on the tip of his cock, and the budging veins along his shaft. You removed your hand from his balls and placed it on his thigh.

Someone giggled from the other side of the training yard, but that didn’t stop Cassian from moaning pitifully.

“Princess, come on. Don’t be mean” he made you tilt your head up until you were looking into his dark eyes, pupils blown from lust and desperation. “Put those pretty lips on me”

“Don’t know, I’m enjoying the view from here” you teased him.

“You’re gonna regret it” he broke in the middle of the sentence when your thumb brushed and spared the precum. Pressing down softly, Cassian hissed.

The previous night, Cassian had put your legs over his shoulders and had spent a good hour lazily eating you out. His mouth sucking on your clit, his tongue teasing your entrance, and his fingers playing with your folds. For an hour, he had held your orgasm prisoner and hadn’t let you finish.

You were just repaying the favor, and secretly hoping you would regret it later, once you two were in bed.

Any other complain he had was cut off by, probably, the longest hottest moan you had ever heard. Both of his hands went up to your hair and tugged impatiently when you finally took his cock in your mouth. Your tongue, trapped under him, moved lightly, and his hips buckled up until you gagged.

You gripped his ass and your nails scrapped the skin there, needing something to support yourself while he rammed in and out your mouth.

There were no more giggles or hushed conversations as Cassian rightfully fucked your mouth, his wings knocking a box from the nearest shelf.

It only took him a few thrusts to swell on your mouth. Cassian knew that, even if you were the one on your knees, he was at your mercy. He would have sighed in relief when you swallowed around his shaft and sneaked a hand to squeeze his sack. The combination of pain and pleasure had his knees going weak, and he almost fell forward.

Cassian looked down at you, with tears on your face and lips stretched around his base. He would have sighed in relief.

But he was too busy breaking down with your name on his lips, letting the whole house know of your current training.

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[lorcandidlucienwill]

“Bitch” wow! I don’t see the reason for getting so heated over these characters. They don’t actually exist you know? You’re not defending anyone’s honour or being some saint here. I didn’t mean anything in a bad way, I was trying to have a rational conversation because I’ve never come across an IC hater and wanted to know why you didn’t like them. But obviously having a rational conversation is out of your zone of abilities since it didn’t take a lot for you to get down to name calling. My only suggestion to you because I truly wish the best for you is control that anger and learn to listen to other people before someone shows you your place. It won’t be nice. Good luck bbg 💜💜

You're the one coming in anon and shitting on characters that I like. What did you expect??? I'm going to defend my characters, obviously. You want my dissertation on why I hate each member of the Inner Circle? Let's start with captain asshole Rhysand: Rhysand: Sexually assaulted Feyre, did not apologize, licked Amarantha's boots for fifty years to "protect" no one since he only rules 1/3 of his court. He claims to be uber powerful yet he can't control misogyny within 2/3 of his court. But it's totally fine to go into Tarquin's house, steal an important possession, then act superior later when his wife's antics in Spring caused Summer to be invaded. Pretends to give his wife a "choice" while not giving her crucial information, i.e. that he wouldn't be helping her out with the Weaver at all. Locked Lucien in a house, made rape jokes about his mother, altogether treated him like shit for no reason. Then the Inner Circle acts all shocked and furious that their "masks" as "bad guys" fooled everyone and act violent towards literally everyone not Inner Circle there. Rhysand forcibly shut Tamlin's mouth, Feyre burned Lucien and Eris's innocent mother, Azriel nearly choked Eris to death. Ironically, Cassian acted the most sane here. After Tamlin saved Feyre and Rhysand's lives multiple times, Rhysand has the gall to tell Tamlin to kill himself despite knowing they'll need him as an ally, which is a terrible thing to do and also made Lucien's life harder. ACOSF he locks Nesta in a house and hides the malignant nature of his wife's pregnancy from her. That's just the gist of it. Cassian: Rhysand's dog. He need to grow a fucking spine. He never defends Nesta in front of Rhysand, and constantly abuses her physically and mentally. Won't let her eat sugar, forces her to train, tells her everyone hates her, makes her hike a fucking mountain for having the nerve to disobey rhysand and tell feyre the truth she deserved to hear. Then again in HOFAS not defending Nesta in front of Rhysand when he was screaming at her for giving away the trove and telling her she should've killed Bryce instead. THAT. IS. YOUR. MATE. He treats all the women in his life better than her, like mor and feyre. Azriel: A fucking weirdo violent creep. He needs to man tf up and admit Lucien is the superior man. His creeping on Mor for 500 years when she's clearly not interested is not cute. Nor is choking Eris to death in an important political meeting. Nor is treating Elain like a helpless object and masturbating to a gag gift he gave her. I'lL dEfEaT hIm WiTh LiTtLe EfFoRt boi stfu no you can't and Lucien has done NOTHING to you. I have absolutely ZERO respect for a character who treats the nicest guy in the series like that. Elain is not a child to be fought over. He's so pathetically jealous that Lucien is a good dude and has a mate and is better than him at everything. He needs to admit his homoerotic desire for Lucien and get it over with. Or let Eris humble him. Either way. Mor: the biggest hypocrite of all time. I aM a DrEaMeR aNd I gOt OuT so did it ever occur to you that maybe you're not the only dreamer? You're not even going to try to save good people stuck under the Court of Nightmares or ask your High Lord to? You just write them off because you're the only good one? And you want to throw Nesta into the court of nightmares? You don't do shit when Cassian is harassing Nesta? You're a bitch and not a girl's girl at all. If there's ANYTHING women should be united on, it's creepy dudes. ESPECIALLY if one of them is your best friend. Amren: this bitch should've stayed dead after ACOWAR. How dare she talk to Nesta the way she did in ACOSF? She KNEW how much Nesta was hurting and she did it anyway. She's over 15 thousand years old. What a bitch. They're all part of an elitist establishment and the epitome of modern politics that needs to be destroyed. Oh, I'm sorry? Should I apologize for saying "bitch" when you're the one coming in hot on my anons? How about you get a life besides harassing people who disagree with you first?

#anti rhysand #anti cassian #anti azriel #anti mor #anti amren #anti inner circle #asks

[nanqmies]

Mean!JJK Men Headcanons

i need them rn!! gender neutral reader

tw : in each fic!, canon au for gojo

featuring: Toji Fushiguro, Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento (in order)

wc : 1k

not beta read there may be mistakes !

nsfw under the cut~

Toji Fushiguro

tw : overstim, cumflation, dumbification, breeding, degradtion, creampie, daddy kink, spit kink, small size kink, biting

hes so mean !!

grabs onto your hips, fucking into you while he laughs at the drool running down your chin

he makes fun of you when you cum too fast calling you his stupid needy baby

OVERSTIM

he'll keep rutting against your ass even when you've came for the nth time

begging him to give you a break cause its too much

he'll shove his thick fingers in your mouth to shut you up

forces you into a mating press making you brain turn into mush when you cum again :(

all you can do is whine out incoherant pleads when he abuses that sweet spot of yours

he holds your chin between his fingers forcing you to stare at his dark green eyes

coos at you for being a dumb slut just for him

he WILL come inside no matter what

filling you up once more your tummy bloated full of his thick seed

you think its over until he starts moving again

"Dirty little slut, did you cum again?" Toji questions you, his girthy cock bullying into your sex. All you could do was nod as your eyes rolled back, still so sensitive after your last orgasm. Drool drips down your chin when he pins your thighs higher. Toji groans in your neck, leaving bite marks in his path. He closes the distance between you, his lips smashing against yours in fervor. Your arms push at his shoulders, attempting to push him away when your climax builds up once again. "Push me away again and i'll tie your bratty ass up." his balls hitting your ass at his rough pace, "You fuckin' take what Daddy gives ya, yeah?" You don't hear a word he says, sounding like nonsense in your empty head. Soon enough Toji squeezes your chin until your mouth forcefully opens, a warm glob of spit lands on your cheek, "Are you that fucking dumb you can't even speak?" he rubs his spit in your skin, "I'll just have to train you til you listen.."

Gojo Satoru

tw : oral (m + receiving), facial, he makes sure you can't breathe so breath play?? slight exhibitionism cause hes on the phone

annoying little shit

pushes your head down til you gag around his base

laughs at you when you say you can't breathe

he WILL take a call while you're giving him head

his shit eating grin mocking you when you swallow down his cock

probably records you for long time missions

will either cum down your throat or all over your face

scoops his cum on his fingers and makes you lick it off

Your jaw aches as you bob you head around him, running your tongue flat on the underside of his pretty cock. Satoru hand knits in your hair shoving your head down, his tip hits the back of your throat each time he forces you back down. "Come on sweetie~ Take me deeper.." he coos. Your eyes water filling with burning tears, just before they fall Gojo's phone rings. His legs spread wider as he keeps your head down to his pelvis, your nose brushes against his trimmed pubic hair trying to take a deep breath. "Yo its Gojo whatd'ya need?" drawling out the last word. The conversation lasts a while, about his new mission in Yakushima he hums at the reply from the other person, he glances down at you, big fat tears stain your cheeks. Struggling to breathe with him down your throat, your eyes roll up at him. An innocent smile paints his face, a finger pressed against his lips signaling you to be quiet. Your lungs burn as you fight to breathe, just before you feel dizzy he pulls you off him. Satoru's cum spurts all over your face, dripping down to your thighs. He swipes a finger on your cheek and pushes it between your lips. "Let's record one more before I go~"

Nanami Kento

tw : spanking , slight bondage he just ties up your hands, empty threats, dacryphilia, sadism

patient and stone cold

his face is unreadable when you peer back at his face

your bent over his lap naked while he's dressed fully in his suit

his hands are so rough and calloused

each hit burns against your ass

you whine when he rubs the flesh after

will wipe your tears of your pretty face

your hands struggle against the tie wrapped around your wrist

sighs when you mess up counting again

adds 2 each time you mess up

he will not look at you or he'll cave in

he just can't resist when you pout

"Two strikes more, start counting again." Nanami's monotone voice rings in your ears, at this point you can't tell how long this has been going on. Your ass is spanked raw and bruised, squirming each time his palm hits your cheeks. "Nng-g! F-five! Thank you s-sir.." you bite your life roughly, muffling your moans in the sheets. You feel so hot, you're shaking like a leaf at this point. The next hit brings shivers down your spine, you yelp and grab your ass to ease the tingly feeling. Nanami quickly grabs your wrists and pins them together, "Why can't you take your punishment? Don't you want to be good for me little one?" humming as he pulls off his leopard print tie and ties your wrists together. "Now let's start from the top, start counting." he says firmly "If you try anything i'll make sure you won't walk for weeks." 10 minutes pass when he rubs your sensitive skin to relieve the pain. Your face is soaked in tears, Nanami wipes them away every so often. He pets your hair sighing once more, "I hate to punish you darling.." lying through his teeth, his erection pressing against your tummy each time you tried to move away. "But bad behavior cannot go unpunished.." His hands push between your legs slowly caressing your sex with his fingertips, "Maybe if you cum enough i'll let it go just this once.."

@nanqmies 2022

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[atxxokirina]

You're My Mirror.

Lo'ak x Omatikayan fem reader

warnings ;; slight bullying/mention of bullying, reader being insecure, some fluff near the end.

quick author's note! ✧ okay, so! I have 12 fingers irl, and i relate to lo'ak so much when it comes to him being self conscious about his hands, so i just had to write this. not only for myself, but hopefully for anyone else who feels outcast. <3 (i used y/n instead of my name to make it feel more inclusive. enjoy!)

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You were born differently. The usual Na'vi has 4 fingers, but you? You came out with 6 instead. Your parents hoped everything would be fine with you, even after the Tsahík at the time insisted that you were perfectly fine and healthy, and that it was just an unusual mutation.

The festival was in full swing as the clan celebrated the newly mated couple. The music was loud, the drinks were flowing, and were dancing and laughing.

But you were not having fun. Instead, you're standing in the back corner, arms folded, trying to hide your hands. You hated that you always hid them away, but you knew better. You knew that if you didn't, all eyes would be on you, and conversations would start up about you again. It had been that way ever since you were a kid. Either you were teased for having 6 fingers, or being accused for being not being full Na'vi. No matter what- it was always something.

As you watched some people form a circle, holding hands and dancing together, you felt a pang of envy.. You had wished to join in, so badly, but you were much too afraid of allowing your hands to touch with anyone again. Your mind flashed to when you were young. The vivid memory of being called a freak, being called an alien, and the absolute hell of others threatening to sever your extra fingers off.. as if you weren't right in front of them.

Your deep thoughts were interrupted by Mo'at approaching you. "Y/n, come join us." She holds out her hand for you. "Do not let your past consume you. Allow yourself to have fun. With us, with your family."

Your eyes dart to hers, a soft gasp escaping your mouth as she startled you. You listen to her words, hesitant first at but eventually giving in after some thinking. She was only right, you can't live like this forever. You took Mo'at's hand and joined the circle. For a while everything felt fine, you had let your body relax as you let the fears you had fall away. You closed your eyes and danced, hips swaying with the music as you formed hands with the other people in the circle.

The music was beautiful, and the voices around you were soothing. You feel an abrupt yank on your hand and instantly opened your eyes, your tail going alert and ears perking up. You see Aonung and his friend Nashvi on each side of you, grinning at each other. "Ugh, fuck off!" You say in an attempt to pull your arms away from the two boys.

"Oh, now why are you struggling so hard? Trying to hide something from us aren't you?" Aounung teases. You whine and pull back again, already knowing the direction this is going in. Ever since you'd arrived to their village with the Sully's, Aonung and his friends would make it their job to bully you daily.

The two chuckle as Aonung lifts up your hand. "Look at this! What do you even call this freakshow? She's fucking gross, isn't she?" He yells out, pulling your arm and holding it in the air. The space around you goes quiet, all eyes now on you. You see some faces recoil as shame fills your body. "Stop! Just let me go-"

"..what the fuck is that?"

"Does she have- six fingers?"

"Ma Eywa.. I've never seen anything like that.."

"So unfortunate.. poor girl... I feel bad for her parents"

You begin to hear multiple voices murmer around you as tears well in your eyes.

"Oh great mother.." Neteyam speaks under his breath, watching everything unfold.

"Huh? What's going on?" Lo'ak questions while stuffing his face with Teylu that Neytiri had made. He looks up to see a group of boys pushing you around and messing with you.

"6 fingers? Really? Eywa could've made you a simple freak with 5, but she just had to keep going!" Aonung says as him and his peers continue to laugh at you.

".. fuck" Lo'ak mutters, making his way toward Aonung and pushing him by his shoulder. "Leave her alone, fish lips. I'm not gonna ask you again." He sternly demands.

"Ohhh? Two freaks now, I see.. Just makes this freakshow even better!" Aonung ignores Lo'ak's warning. Lo'ak slaps Aonung and grabs your arm, pulling you next to him and gripping your hand.

"I'll beat your ass again if I have to, bitch. Don't make me fuck you up." You stare at Lo'ak, impressed at his confidence.

With your hand still in his, he walks you over to a secluded area on the shore and sits you down as the bioluminescent plants around you move with the wind. You cry out, covering your face with your hands. "What's wrong with me..? Why can't I just be normal, like everyone else.." Tears stream down your face while your heart consumes itself with pain and humiliation.

Lo'ak places his hand on your shoulder, feeling empathetic towards you. "I know how you feel, y/n" he says softly. "I have an extra finger too, remember?" You looked at him, wiping the tears from your cheeks. "I know.." You sniffle. "I just wish.. I wish they'd accept me, you know? Ever since I've been here.. I have nothing but nice to them.. and I get this in return? I'm tired of it, Lo'ak. I'm so fucking tired.." You speak through broken cries and sniffles.

"You're not alone," he continued. "And you're not gross or weird.. You're just different, just like me." He cups your face and wipes your tears, giving your wet cheek a soft kiss. He intertwines his fingers with yours as he turns your head to face him. "And after tonight, Aonung and his friends will never bother you again okay? I promise."

"W-what are you gonna do?" You ask, a shuddered sigh coming from your mouth while looking into his eyes. "Doesn't matter, mama. All that matters is that I'm gonna take care of it. You know I've got you." Lo'ak reassures, patting your head. Your eyebrows narrow as you smile, bringing Lo'ak into a hug and resting your head in the crook of his neck. "Thank you, Lo'ak.."

He rubs his hand across your back, holding your shoulder and pulling away from the hug, wholeheartedly gazing into your eyes. Lo'ak licks his lips, opening his mouth to say something, visibly nervous. "..I see you, y/n."

Your pupils widen, tail flicking back and forth in excitement and content after hearing his words. A great feeling of ease washes over you, it feels as if you've finally gotten the one thing you have been waiting for. You look back into his eyes with a soft, loving gaze.

"I see you, Lo'ak."

oh my lord , this is lowkey the first fanfiction i have written in awhilleeee, so i can't tell if it's as good as i think it is. all criticism is welcome, just be nice and don't hurt my feelings pls! 🫶

as always, my writing style/layout (?) is heavily inspired by the queen herself, @pandorxxx <3 love you bae!

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[icallhimjoey]

Imagine this: Wesley makes a new friend and Joe is jealous of how close they are UNTIL he sees her for the first time. Suddenly, he can’t stop nagging Wesley about her.

ok so, i need everyone to understand that i do not know wesley or his mannerisms at all (obviously i do not know joe either, but we've established what my fictional joey's like) so i TRIED and it was AWKWARD for ALL SORT OF REASONS but i hope that you LIKE IT enjoy! (rewritten 16 nov 2023) Wordcount: 2.8K

Inevitable Sparks

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five The noise of a soft ringtone cut through the conversation and made Wesley stop talking mid-sentence.

"Sorry, I have to take this," Wesley said when he saw your name grace his phone screen.

Sat opposite him, Joe made a face.

"Um, you literally don't?" Joe jokingly frowned in frustrated confusion.

"Hey!" Wesley answered, far too chipper for Joe's liking. He hadn't been in the best mood. Conversation had been fine, but sort of serious. This different version of his best friend that he saved for someone else rubbed him wrong, just a little.

".... yea, I'm not doing anything, what's up?" Wesley turned away from Joe, his full attention with you now.

Joe flung up both arms and shook his head in bewilderment. Couldn't believe what he was hearing.

What did he mean, he wasn't doing anything?!

Going for lunch with his friend, hanging out at home, even taking him on trips around the globe - his best friend seemed to always be talking to his other friend.

This other person who seemed to be replacing Joe on that number one spot fairly quickly - too quickly, because you hadn't known each other long at all, Joe thought.

But anytime Joe would call Wesley, he either didn't answer, declined his call and sent him to voicemail, or he would answer but he'd say he wouldn't be able to talk long. Would ask for Joe to make it quick.

"You up for dinner tonight, mate?" "Sorry, I can't do tonight, I've already got plans," "Oh, is it with her again?"

The fact that he was out having lunch with him now almost felt miraculous.

It was silly. Everyone had friends that their other friends didn't know, didn't they?

But this was Joe's best friend. And he was his too. Wanted it to remain that way. Too many things were changing already, and keeping this the way it was, always had been, felt important. Grounding.

But then Wesley talked on the phone for over ten minutes and didn't even seem that bothered that it was incredibly rude to Joe.

After a lot of humming, yes-ing, and even some loud, loud laughs, Wesley hung up, turned back to Joe and pretended the call had never even happened.

"So, Tokyo, you said? How was that?" Wesley took another bite of his lunch, falling back into their previous conversation, leaving Joe to squint at him.

"Yea, no... Japan was amazing... what the- how do you even know her, again?"

Wesley looked up from his plate at his friend, for a second unsure who Joe was referencing.

Like Joe hadn't just listened to him talk to you for ages.

"Oh," the penny dropped. "Um, we went to school together, did a film- a thriller, together for a class, and then I ran into her randomly, what, two, three months ago?"

"Mmhm, school, huh?"

"She did awful storyboard drawings of a girl being punched once, and then we made her be the girl, and she accidentally got socked right in the eye! We didn't even use the footage," Wesley recounted a funny memory and chuckled lightly.

"Almost didn't recognise her without the bruised face, but she recognised me, so," he shrugged, took another bite.

"Oh, she did, yea?" Joe acted up his hatred in rivalry with you, and it tickled his friend, but he swiftly moved onto another topic and didn't mention you again.

Joe took Wesley with him to events for his job all the time. They seemed the perfect pair: the film maker (you know, the camera guy) and the actor.

Besides the hopeful networking Wesley maybe got to do, Joe was mostly happy to have a friend at these things; someone to ensure that he'd actually have fun and wouldn't just be a big ball of nerves throughout. Would say he was his PA if anyone asked. They never asked, it was always fine.

Sometimes, of course, there were moments when Wesley couldn't tag along, because of his own obligations.

Not a problem, there were plenty of other friends to ask to come to things with him.

It's just that... Wesley sometimes didn't have time for him because of you, and when he caught onto how annoyed Joe would get over it, he started mentioning your name loads. Just to fuck with him.

Like a couple of days later, hanging out at Wesley's place, spread out across the sofa, Joe and Wesley had the TV on in the background, but weren't really watching what was on.

"The absolute units of yachts they had over there," Joe scrolled through his phone gallery, looking for a picture to show his friend. "Just, ridiculous. No one needs a boat like that, really, do they?"

"You know who's got a yacht?" Wesley took a sip of his drink, eyes glued to his phone, before continuing, "Like, a sailing yacht?"

Joe turned his phone to show a picture he took in Newport Beach a couple weeks back.

Wesley peeled his eyes away from his own screen, looked at Joe's, and went, "Yea sort of like that one."

Joe tutted, immediately groaning, knowing Wesley was going to mention you again and it instantly made Wesley grin.

"Not her, she doesn't have a fucking yacht. Fuck, could you imagine? Someone our age with a massive sailing yacht?" Wesley said and let Joe visibly relax before continuing.

"Her dad does, though,"

"Okay," Joe slapped his knees as he got up from the sofa.

"At this point, is she even fucking real? What are you hiding from me?" Joe flung an arm about, slid his phone into his pocket and grabbed some shit from the coffee table he needed to throw out.

"I'm not hiding anything!" Wesley argued, but couldn't help laugh at his friend accusatory tone.

"So why haven't I met her yet?" Joe collected the empty beer bottles from the table too, and made his way to grab two new ones.

"You wouldn't- I just... I don't think you'd get along, you know? You're very different people," Wesley lied, not sounding as confident as he would've liked, and Joe poked right through it.

"What are you on about, mate? I get along with everyone!"

Wesley sat up and squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, contemplating if what he was about to say next was the right move to make.

"People love me." Joe definitely didn't believe that in his gut, Wesley knew. But he also understood that... yea, people kind of always did really like Joe.

"Yea, exactly... maybe that's the problem,"

Joe turned around, jaw dropped, but eyes showing nothing but absolute cheek.

"Oh?" suddenly, Joe was intrigued, but Wesley was quick to hold up his hand.

"No!"

"What was her name again?" Joe whipped his phone from his pocket, ready to look you up anywhere he could think to. Not being on any social media himself didn't have to stop him from googling yours for a quick look.

Mentioning you had bit Wesley in the ass, and he sighed in annoyance, knowing from the start this is exactly what it would eventually lead to.

How could it not have?

It was absolutely inevitable.

Joe was single, you were single, and hot but approachable. And also friendly, sweet, kind, fun. All the good shit.

Wesley was drawn to the same type of people. The amount of times he'd been hanging out with you and had thought to himself, wow Joe could've said that, or, Joe would've done the same thing, had really started stacking up.

So when you had a couple of friends over on a random Friday night, for drinks and chats with music playing in the background, you had also invited Wesley to mingle with this new group of people he suddenly was a part of.

Half way through the night, Joe'd facetimed him and Wesley had decided to answer this time.

"Joe," Wesley said upon seeing his friend's face fill out his phone screen.

He saw Joe's face go from utter shock and surprise, because Wesley never fucking answered his FaceTime calls, straight into a frown as his face get closer in the camera. He was obviously trying to figure out Wesley's surroundings.

"Where are you?"

Wesley grinned and switched the camera around to show your living room, aiming his camera to see out the window and Joe could see three people out on a balcony, smoking, drinking, chatting and laughing.

"Is that-"

Before Joe could get a proper look, Wesley had turned the camera back onto himself, hiding a grin as he took a sip from his beer.

"Wait, turn it back a second, I thought I saw something," Joe said, sounding so very earnest, but it just made Wesley laugh because he knew Joe just wanted to check again, see if one of them had been you.

"Why are you calling?" Wesley tried to shift the focus away from you.

"Just checking to see what you were doing," Joe feigned being incredibly bored, speaking through a dramatic sigh.

Joe could see his friend look over his phone for a second as someone asked him something. Then Wesley's eyes scanned his phone, and Joe was shocked when his friend muted himself so he couldn't hear what was going on.

Muted.

Shut Joe right out by muting the audio.

He saw Wesley talk to someone off screen, then look at Joe when leaning to show someone who didn't step into the camera's vision enough for Joe to see.

It was obvious he was showing Joe's face to someone in the room. To the person he was talking to about something Joe wasn't allowed to hear.

Fucking muted.

What the fuck.

Then Wesley laughed, raised his eyebrows questioningly in that same direction and then nodded before turning back to his phone and unmuting himself.

"You want to come over?"

Wesley texted your address, and about half an hour later, you were stood out on the balcony when you heard the buzzer go inside. You knocked on the window and interrupted Wesley's conversation with one of your other friends, gestured for him to open the door.

You'd seen Joe walk up to the building and knew it was him who'd rang your doorbell.

You knew what Joe looked like, it was almost impossible not to in the year of our Lord, Eddie Munson, 2022.

But you also remembered meeting him once on a night out when you'd just turned 19 and you'd been out with a bunch of people from uni. Wesley had brought Joe along, and you only remembered that he'd been goofy. Sort of didn't really fit in with the group, but was funny enough for people to enjoy and appreciate his presence.

You didn't know if you had actually spoken then, but a swift plow through countless now hidden Facebook photo albums showed you weren't in any photos together.

A shame, you thought, because Joe was handsome.

And Wesley had been a little bitch for weeks about having the two of you meet.

It's not like you hadn't been pushing for it. A little.

"Are you gatekeeping Joe?" you had asked him, more as a joke, but you did wonder. Wesley talked about Joe all the time like they were joined at the hip, but you had yet to meet him.

"Absolutely." Wesley had thrown a bag of nuts into your shopping cart.

You snorted. You had expected him to deny your accusation, to come up with a million different excuses, but instead Wesley jokingly confessed and you couldn't help the giggle that escaped you.

"What possibly for?"

"Joe's.... he's sort of... I don't know, you won't like him, I think. Joe's weird," Wesley'd scrunched his nose to really convince you.

"Wouldn't that make you weird by default?" you'd laughed, referencing the fact that they'd been friends for years.

"No, it's like... like, I don't know. He's just weird. Joe likes wallabees, you know those shoes?" Wesley had raised his eyebrows at you, making a point.

"Oh, ew," you'd grimaced.

"See? He's a weird fucker. Best to steer clear of him." Wesley'd concluded, and you had agreed to put it to rest, but you couldn't lie.

You'd seen pictures of Joe on red carpets looking sharp.

In your opinion, he was allowed to be weird and like wallabees if he wore suits like the ones you'd seen him wear every other week, no problem.

When you saw Wesley walk him into your flat, the first thing you did was pan down to see what shoes he was wearing.

Sneakers.

Okay.

Good.

Sneakers were fine.

They didn't match his outfit, but, they were fine.

Wesley pointed at you, and you smiled and waved at him from outside. Joe did the same, small smile, small wave, and then you turned back to your friends, turning away from the window completely.

"Shit," you whispered, making two of your girlfriends turn to see who you had just waved at, and they chuckled when they saw Joe.

"Shit," Joe said softly under his breath upon seeing you, his hand still stuck up in his wave, even after you'd turned around and faced away from him.

"Okay, let's go," Wesley said, dragging his friend into the kitchen. "We've got to talk."

Whilst getting Joe a drink from the fridge, he sighed deeply.

"There's no way..." he started, handing Joe a beer bottle, but not letting go of it just yet. "You're obviously each other's type, so there's no way I'm going to be able to stop this," Wesley looked his friend in the eye sternly.

Joe was just about to object, but Wesley was quick to speak over him.

"But if you fuck this up," his grip on the bottle strengthened. "She won't want to be my friend anymore, and then I won't want to be yours." Wesley warned, finally letting go of Joe's drink.

"Mate, nothing's gonna happen," Joe reassured, obviously lying to himself and to his best friend, planting a heavy hand on his shoulder and making Wesley scoff loudly.

Who was Joe trying to fool here?

"All right, well, we'll see about that,"

"Hi!" you stepped into the kitchen, and very obviously walked in on them talking about you. Both heads turned towards you and you were met with four big, bulging eyes and silence. You stared at them for a second, eyes going from one to the other, until you cleared your throat loudly.

"Hi," Joe snapped out of it and smiled his warmest of smiles before reaching out a hand and bowing his head down slightly as he shook yours.

Sparks.

You smiled back and silently told yourself you'd been right all along.

Joe really was handsome.

And cute?

How could you describe him... handsomely cute?

Pretty.

Joe was pretty.

Yes, pretty felt right.

Wesley formally introduced you to each other, but you couldn't even hear what he was saying.

Inside your head you heard classical music playing- a full orchestra, loud with violins and flutes and harps. Several harps, very romantic.

You held onto each other hands for far too long for it to be normal, and Wesley's eyes darted back and forth between the two of you.

"That's um... that's a lot of prolonged eye-contact, guys," Wesley spoke, his voice slightly hesitant, like he knew he was intruding.

"Yea," you sighed, still not breaking eye contact.

"Yea," Joe agreed and his smile grew wider, almost impossibly so.

"Greaaat... yea, this isn't making me uncomfortable at all," Wesley sarcastically elongated his words.

"Yep. yep. Great, this is just great. Well, I trust you guys will let me know if you need anything," Wesley's voice sounded uncomfortably constricted as he took awkwardly big steps to tiptoe around you as he stepped out of the kitchen, leaving the two of you alone.

"I've um... I've heard a lot about you," you said, finally snapping out of it.

"I've heard a lot about you too," Joe replied before taking a swig from his beer.

From outside on the balcony, Wesley and your two girlfriends watched as you and Joe chatted, exchanging pleasantries with flushed faces, pursed smiled, and probably painful cheeks from suppressing your grins so much.

It was an adorable sight to behold, and it made Wesley chuckle a little.

"I am either going to have to write two best-man-speeches for their wedding, or I'm going to be the deciding factor in who gets the dog when they break up," Wesley said, making your friends laugh as he shook his head.

He wasn't joking though, and inhaled a sharp breath before taking a sip from his drink.

There was no other choice for him but to stand back and watch this unfold.

We'll see how this pans out, he thought.

We'll see.

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[lilghostiequinni]

Even If You Were To Go...

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Pairing: Omatikaya Na'vi!female reader (no name mentioned) x Tsu'tey

Warnings: Death, talk of death, talk of mates, talk of killing, killing, Lyle

Description: In the midst of battle, you felt everything go away. You couldn't feel him anymore

A/N: based on this request by @thiawithvoid ; Thank you again for requesting! Also the first published work on here!

You dispatched another demon that kept relenting, wanting nothing more than to save your people.

Jake calls through the comlink that he had given to those that were leading on different teams, he called out to your mate, but there was no response.

After killing the demon in front of you, you stop to hear if your mate answers the calls, he doesn't.

You quickly try to reach out for him through your bond but nothing is getting through, all you feel from him is pain and agony.

You stand from the crouch and run in the faint direction that you feel him in.

Hoping, praying to Eywa that your mate is okay and that he is still alive to witness all that is to come from a miracle.

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Tsu'tey felt nothing but pain after he was shot and fell a great distance to the ground.

He tried to keep his groans of pain relatively low in case of anyone around, but of course, that never works out how it's supposed to.

He took a deep-breath in as a sky demon comes up to the side of him, both eyeing each other to see who would move first.

But Tsu'tey was in no shape to move from his place, the human came up to him and kicked away the weapons that had fallen with him, throwing his beloved bow to the side, just out of reach.

The human lifts Tsu'tey's head up and puts a knife at the base of his queue, ready to slice, the tension is there, and the knife is ready.

Tsu'tey can't do much to move from his place, not able to put up much of a fight.

Then, just as the knife moves, the pressure lifts from the base of Tsu'teys skull, and you are there, bow drawn back, ready to fire if the demon moves again, but it is not needed.

The sky person is dead, a clean shot, and if he wasn't in so much pain, Tsu'tey would be proud.

All is well.

Well, except for the bleeding wounds in the torso of your mate.

When Jake arrives, he helps bring your protesting mate to the base of the People in hopes of saving him from his injuries, hoping that he may recover and live out your lives with the miracle you now know to be true.

So... Hi... I'm not exactly pleased with how this turned and I will most likey revise it later, but this is my first one-shot. It's not that long either, but I hope I accomplished what you had in mind or you are happier about it. Thank you again for your request. I was thinking of a part two, but maybe not.

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[whattheshock]

⭐️ STAR TREATMENT (miguel o'hara band au)

summary: you're trying your best to adjust to being a band manager, but miguel's not making it easy... wc: 929 cw: use of y/n, mentions of alcohol/drinking, miguel is still an ass

⋆part 2⋆ masterlist

after a couple weeks & a couple dozen hours of research, you were finally getting into the groove of being a band manager. the sounds of spider sense's newest song filled the rehearsal studio.

"stop, stop, stop..." dean suddenly said, the music slowly coming to a halt. "miguel, you're like 2 whole seconds ahead of everyone else, we can't play right if you're off."

"maybe you're the one that's off, dumbass, you ever think about that, huh?" miguel snapped back.

"actually..." you spoke up. "you were a little ahead, everyone else was on beat."

"cállate, this isn't your place-"

"but it is my place..." you said. "as your manager, i'm supposed to keep things running smoothly, & you're not exactly helping."

he grunted as he got up from behind his drums, approaching you & making you back up against the wall, his tall figure looming over you. "you wanna say that again?" he growled, looking down at you intensely, his eyes almost glowing bright red.

you stood your ground, staring back up at him with a gaze just as intense as his. it was hard to focus, hearing his heavy breathing, feeling not only his eyes on you, but the rest of the band's, but you refused to look away.

he finally gave in, breaking away & walking towards the door. "i need a sec," he said as he left the studio.

"alright, everyone take 5..." caleb said before walking over to you. "hey, are you okay?"

"yeah, i'm fine."

"dude... how the hell did you do that?"

"do what?"

he scoffed. "'do what?' you stood up to miguel! i'm nowhere near brave enough to do that."

you laughed a bit. "i don't know how i did it, either. it's just... i don't don't know what his problem is."

"me neither... look, [y/n], just ignore him, you're doing an amazing job as our manager & he's only gonna get in the way."

"alright, thank you, caleb," you said as you gave him a hug.

"no worries, everything will be alright..."

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the band had another gig tonight, & you were supposed to arrive an hour before. you rushed through the doors that lead backstage. "sorry i'm so late!" you said, but it didn't seem to be too much of a problem, finding the members just hanging out, dean just finishing tuning up. "um, miguel, what do you think you're doing?"

"what?" he asked, taking a sip of his drink.

you walked up to him as he was sprawled out on the couch. "you have a show in 30 minutes... look, i know we're in a bar & everyone else is drinking but that doesn't mean you should be..." you scolded as you crossed your arms.

"so who you gonna call? the martini police?" he said in a sarcastic tone as he took another sip.

"c'mon, man..." dean said as he grabbed the drink away from his hand. miguel scoffed & put his hands up in defense, before starting to leave the room. "you better not be getting another fuckin' drink, mate..."

"i'm not, i'm not..." miguel insisted in an annoyed tone before leaving the room.

thankfully, miguel wasn't too drunk to perform, & they had another successful show. you walked on stage to congratulate them after they finished their set, hugging each of the members, except miguel, obviously, you figured it was best to steer clear of him.

"excuse me," a voice said, you turned around to see a short man in a button up shirt. "i'm rich webb of webb records, i've heard a great deal about your band... are you their manager?" he asked you.

holy shit. "um, yes sir, i'm [y/n] [l/n], nice to meet you..." you said as you shook his hand.

"oh, the pleasure is all mine..." he said with a smile. "all the amazing things i've heard about all of you are true... the way your music sounds so classic yet so unique, a creative blend of so many rock subgenres with genius lyrics, it's unbelievable! they way you use your musical talents to bring out the best in each other's sounds, & the way your personalities are so different yet blend so well together creates such an incredible stage presence, this truly was one of the best shows i've seen in awhile."

"really? you liked it that much?" caleb asked, you could practically see sparkles in his eyes.

"yes... in fact, i liked it so much, i want to offer you a record deal..." all of your mouths fell open. "i'd like to work on recording an album & maybe setting up a tour, i've seen you have quite the fan base across the country for a band who just plays small gigs... but you have serious potential, you guys are going places... so, whaddya say?"

"are you kidding? of course we're accepting!" caleb exclaimed, going up to rich & hugging him for a second before quickly letting go. "sorry, got too excited..."

"it's fine... so we'll be meeting again so to discuss details & work out a contract, we can schedule that soon, here's my card." rich said as he handed you his business card.

"thank you so much, sir, i'll look at my schedule so we can meet as soon as possible..." you said as you shook his hand again.

"perfect, i'll see you soon," he said as he waved back at us before leaving. after he left, we all turned to each other with wide eyes.

"boys, we're goin' on tour!" caleb announced & i smiled, i couldn't be happier.

an: hi again, tysm for reading part 2 of star treatment! if any of y'all know the song this fic's named after, u prob caught the lyric ref teehee 🤭 also, idk much about band managers/record execs so i was just googling shit & it's prob not 100% accurate... lmk if u have any questions (my inbox is always open!) or wanna be tagged in new chapters! reblogs r greatly appreciated :)

credit to @benkeibear for the dividers

part 3 out now!!

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[rosanna-writer]

we said hello and your eyes look like coming home (7/?)

Summary: A canon-divergent AU where the bond snaps for Rhys on Calanmai, Feyre unwittingly accepts it, and Fire Night magic proves to be more transformative than anyone bargained for. Feyre drags a mate she hardly knows out from Under the Mountain, then puts him back together as war with Hybern approaches. Warnings: dubious consent, canon-typical sexual violence, canon-typical violence Rating: Explicit Chapter Word Count: ~4k

Feyre has another reunion Under the Mountain. It does not go as well as the last.

Read on AO3 or you can find the seventh chapter below the readmore.

ch. 1 - the altar is my hips | ch 2. - an arrowhead leading us home | ch. 3 - by the way, i just may like some explanations | ch. 4 - can't not think of all the cost | ch. 5 - honey i rose up from the dead | ch. 6 - this mad, mad love makes you come running | ch. 7 - therein lies the issue, friends don't try to trick you

They left me alone for what I thought might have been two days. At least, that was my best guess based on how I was healing and how many more meals appeared in my cell. I slept as much as I could, hoping it helped the injuries fade.

During that time, the bond was mostly quiet. Despite the endless boredom, I didn't dare tug on it or bother Rhys. From the few glimpses I got out of his eyes, I could tell he was walking a thin line, trying to help without seeming suspiciously interested in me, and he was more on guard than ever. I wouldn't risk distracting him.

The nightmares didn't stop, either.

But when I was awake, his talons brushed against my mind occasionally. I skimmed them with my mental fingers, as if we were passing by each other in a tight hallway. It kept us both steady.

I had no idea what time it was when two female wraiths appeared in the shadows of the cell. Though we'd never met, I recognized Nuala and Cerridwen from the information Rhys had deposited in my head. I nearly blurted out their names at the sight of them, but I just let them wordlessly pull me through the closed door, as if we were a trio of ghosts.

I knew they wouldn't hurt me, but the sensation was strangely itchy, like a thousand spiders crawling over my skin. Rhys's shields were up so he didn't hear it, but I found myself calling him a prick in my head for not warning me about that.

They brought me to a bathing chamber in a long-forgotten corner Under the Mountain and stripped me down. I would have panicked if I hadn't caught sight of the paints and brushes sitting out near the tub and understood what was happening. Besides, even with my limited human senses, I knew I smelled, so I just let them shove me unceremoniously into the water. At least it was warm.

Once it was finished and I was dry, they held me down and painted me. It took effort not to give in to my instinct to struggle, and I wished they'd just say something. Perhaps they'd been ordered not to.

It was my first chance to survey my injuries somewhere with enough light to see decently. I caught a glimpse of my face in the mirror, and I looked horrible. The swelling had gone down, but my split lip had begun to scab over and the healing bruises were mottling into sickly shades of purple and yellow.

It wasn't until they'd painted one of my legs that I realized I recognized that particular pattern of swirls—I'd seen it on Rhys's chest. For some reason, they were painting me to match Rhys, though I wasn't sure if anyone here but me and Amarantha had ever seen him shirtless and would know.

When it was done, they tossed a bundle of fabric at me that was so tattered that it took me a moment to recognize that it was a dress. It was stained and full of threadbare patches, but it was clean. I slipped it on and realized it covered most of the paint; some magic was keeping the dress and my own movements from smearing it. The cut was modest, the paint nothing more than an inner layer of protection, and the fabric hung off me loosely, not quite fitting right. Combined with the injuries, everything about my appearance was utterly pathetic.

But I recognized the costume for what it was.

Nuala and Cerridwen led me into a marble hall, one I remembered was closer to the middle of the passages Under the Mountain, a much higher-traffic area. Two of the dungeon guards were waiting there with a bucket and brush, and it was obvious enough that this was the beginning of my household chores.

As the wraiths melted into shadows, one of the guards threw the brush at me, clearly aimed for my head and intended to hurt. I caught it with one hand.

“If it’s not washed and shining by supper,” the other one said, its teeth clicking as it grinned, “we’re to tie you to the spit and give you a few good turns over the fire."

I doubted it was an empty threat, and with that, they left. I sighed, wondering exactly how much time I had. For a place with no sun or stars to mark the passage of time, the court Under the Mountain was awfully bereft of clocks.

I took one moment to breathe, willing myself not to panic at the potential short deadline. Then I sank to the floor and dipped the brush in the water.

It was filthy, and I quickly realized the task was impossible—all I did was turn the dirt to mud and push it around with the brush. I tried the door to the passage and found it locked, so asking for a clean bucket of water or finding it myself wouldn't be an option, either.

If Amarantha really wanted to torture me, I almost wished she'd just go ahead and do it, not set me up with a flimsy excuse about failed housework first. I tossed the brush to the ground in frustration, hard enough to crack the handle against the marble. Then I sat back down and considered my options.

Calling Rhys for help was the obvious choice, but I decided that would be a last resort. I didn't want to risk making it look like he'd come running for me the minute I was out of the cell.

From my mental maps of passageways Under the Mountain, I knew this was a central area, a hall that plenty of fae passed through daily. I suspected that this place was chosen for a reason, that I was supposed to be seen battered, wearing rags, and frantically scrubbing on my knees to send a message about a human's place in Amarantha's court. I decided to wait a while and see if anyone passed by.

When the door finally opened and I spotted long, auburn hair, I nearly cried with relief. Lucien.

"Feyre!" he said, breaking into a run at the sight of me. I jumped to my feet and let him pull me into a hug. For a moment, I forgot about everything—Andras, the curse, the lies—and just let myself be glad to see him again. When he finally pulled away, he looked me up and down, metal eye clicking as he took in my sorry state. "By the Cauldron, what happened to you?"

I had no idea how to answer that, so I didn't. There were more pressing issues anyway. "I need your help," I said, not even really needing to fake the urgency in my voice. "They'll roast me over the spit if I can't get this whole hall clean by supper. And all I have is dirty water."

He pointed at the bucket, and I watched the cloudy water turn clear. Another wave of relief washed over me, and I hugged him again. "It's barely noon, so you have plenty of time," he said, squeezing me tight again. After a moment, Lucien let go, taking in the sight of me. Even with the mask covering half his face, I could tell he was cringing. "Gods, what possessed you to think coming here was a good idea?"

Shit. I should have known someone was going to ask me where I'd been for six weeks, and I certainly couldn't tell him the truth. As much as I wanted Lucien on my side, he was still loyal to Tamlin.

And I definitely didn't trust Tamlin.

"I— Being gone made me realize a few things," I said. It was vague, but I needed time to wrack my brain for a suitable cover story.

"I knew something was growing between you and Tam but…" Lucien trailed off, shaking his head. I hoped that meant he believed that one night in the rose garden with Tamlin had awakened something strong enough in me to come Under the Mountain.

A horrible part of me pointed out that I'd done it for Rhys after knowing him for less time, but I pushed that thought aside and gripped the bond for support.

"I missed you while I was gone," I lied.

"The manor was serene without you running wild on the grounds," Lucien said with a smirk. I opened my mouth to reply, but his expression softened into something fond. "But I missed you too, Feyre."

I wanted to believe him. I needed as many friends as I could manage Under the Mountain, but perhaps my skin would always crawl at the thought of all the insults Lucien had flung at me for killing Andras when he'd known that I'd been set up to do it. And that was on top of the kidnapping he'd apparently been just fine with.

Maybe that didn't matter now that I was keeping secrets, too, though.

I put on my best brave face and said, "I'll be back and causing new kinds of chaos in Spring before long."

I could've sworn his mechanical eye pointed at my left hand, just for a moment. My chest tightened.

Lucien's face darkened. "Where did you go on Calanmai? Did Rhys take you?"

"He didn't," I said, just a little too quickly. Hopefully Lucien chalked it up to a healthy fear of the Lord of Nightmares. "I tried to get back across the Wall. I thought maybe since you were all busy with Fire Night, it would be easy to slip away."

"For six weeks?"

My heart was hammering so hard I worried he must have heard it. This was dangerous territory.

"I traveled along the Wall and hoped I could find a gap to squeeze through. I know Tamlin took care of them, but I missed my family."

I really, really didn't like the way Lucien was eyeing me, and I could've sworn his gaze landed on my left hand again as I tugged my sleeve down. Mor's glamour was strong, though. Lucien couldn't possibly see the tattoo.

Could he?

"Cauldron, you look terrible, but not like you were roughing it for six weeks before you came here," he said, sounding too much like he was putting pieces together.

But that was my opening, my last chance to run him off. I raised my chin and let my hands curl to fists at my sides. "I'm a huntress, in case you forgot," I snapped, letting myself feel a little indignation. I recalled Cassian's words about being a professional and reminded myself that Lucien had never afforded me that particular respect. "A damn good one. I know my way around the woods, and I didn't have any trouble at all looking after myself."

I took a step towards Lucien, and he raised both hands in a conciliatory gesture. "It's not that I don't think you're capable. You've never seen what Rhysand can do to a person—"

I only half-listened to the rest as Lucien warned me that if Rhys had done something to me on Calanmai, I might not remember. I yanked on the bond, harder than I ever had before.

RHYS. Help me scare Lucien off. He suspects something. Now. Please.

He said nothing, but a gentle tug back told me he'd heard the message and understood. I schooled my features into what I hoped was an appropriately horrified reaction to all the twisted things Lucien was telling me Rhys could do with his abilities.

Though it wasn't long, it felt like forever before the torchlight dimmed. I did my best not to visibly relax at the sight of Rhys making an obvious entrance. The sound of his boots seemed to echo through the hall as he strode towards us, a cruel smirk plastered across his face. Lucien stepped in front of me.

Rhys came closer, slipping his hands into his pockets. "I heard my name. Don't tell me you two were gossiping about me," he drawled.

"I was making sure Feyre knows exactly how much of a bastard you are," Lucien said with more ferocity than I'd ever heard from him.

I dug my nails into my palms and fought the urge to knock him aside for getting between me and my mate and for daring to speak to Rhys like that. Instead, I attempted to peer around him, opening a crack in my shields for Rhys.

"Were you now?" Rhys said, his voice dangerously soft and low. A threat, the kind you hear from someone too powerful to need to raise their voice. He looked from Lucien to me, a slow, cold smile spreading across his face. It was strange to see when my hands already itched to draw Rhys's real smile, the one I'd committed to memory in the dungeon. "Then allow me to be kind enough to give her a demonstration."

What happened next was too fast for my human eyes to follow. Lucien moved first. With one hand, he swept me behind him, putting his body more completely between me and Rhys. All at once, Rhys was snapping his teeth and growling in Lucien's face.

The second Lucien touched me, Rhys's hands turned to talons. Something in his eyes went a bit feral, and for the first time, I understood why the fae were so wary of mated males.

Rhys, be careful, I said down the bond, and my voice in his head seemed to bring him back to himself. The rage cooled into a lethal calm as Rhys scraped a talon along Lucien's face, drawing blood as the pointed tip approached Lucien's remaining eye.

"I've made it perfectly clear that no one here touches her but me. If you so much as look at her the wrong way, I'll make sure you don't see anything again," Rhys said.

The talons disappeared as Rhys stepped back, stuffing his hands into his pockets again as if nothing had happened. I wasn't sure if Lucien was breathing.

I couldn't tell what Lucien was thinking, but Rhys was walking a fine line between possessive and protective. Right now, it was too close to the latter for my comfort—I couldn't seem important to him. Down the bond, I said, Be as awful to me as you need to get your point across. I can handle it.

Tendrils of darkness surged towards me, then seemed to just…stop. They didn't touch me. For a heartbeat, shock flashed across Rhys's face and lanced across the bond. He must not have understood what happened, either.

I needed to act before Lucien noticed. To draw his attention towards me, I cried out and slammed my knees down onto the marble, as if Rhys had broken into my mind and forced me down. The hard landing hurt enough to make my eyes water, but at least it made the performance more believable.

Thank the Mother, Rhys followed my lead. The smirk was firmly back in place as he said, "Human minds are so easy to shatter, it's almost not worth the effort."

"Let her go," Lucien said. His hand twitched at his side, as if reaching for a sword that wasn't there.

Rhys chuckled to himself. "Always sticking up for the rabble, aren't you? First your commoner lover, and now the help."

The door opened again, and a few faeries I didn't recognize filtered in. They seemed to be headed somewhere but stopped to watch the three of us. I couldn't make out what they said to each other, but I caught a tone of gleeful, delighted interest.

Good. If Rhys and I were going to put on a show, we might as well do it with a bigger audience.

"Stop. Please stop," I said, letting out a whimper—or at least, what I hope sounded like one.

"Listen to how beautifully she begs without me even having to ask. What a waste it would have been for Tamlin to be the one to deflower her."

I said nothing, just looked up at Rhys with sad, pleading eyes. Lucien growled. If it weren't so frustrating, I'd be touched he was so willing to go toe-to-toe with Rhys for me.

"Leave her alone, Rhys," Lucien said.

I almost groaned in frustration. My mate was the only person under this gods-damned mountain that I didn't want to leave me alone. If I weren't so worried, I might have laughed.

And perhaps if Lucien hadn't said that, Rhys could have chased him and the rest of the faeries off. Now it would only look suspicious if Rhys didn't twist the knife a bit more.

He must have realized the same thing; his voice floated into my head. I cannot apologize enough for what I'm about to do.

"Not when household chores are part of her bargain, and I have shoes that need shining," Rhys said. I reached tentatively for the brush, not sure where he was going with this. There was no soft cloth or shoe polish. His grin just went wider and colder. "Not with that, you'll leave scuff marks. Use your tongue."

Bastard. Brilliant, horrifically clever bastard.

I lowered myself down to the floor, making sure to tuck my left arm under me to block Lucien's view. My cheeks burned, and I hardly listened to whatever amused things the faeries behind Rhys were saying and Lucien's muttering about how unnecessary all of this was. I licked the top of Rhys's boot and made a face at the taste of dirt and leather.

His mind wrapped around mine, the closest thing to an embrace we could manage. He sent a pulse of remorse down the bond. I gripped a mental talon and pulled it closer.

I wanted to spare you this.

It's not your fault.

I licked the other boot, then sat back on my heels. The hall had gone quiet. I twisted my face into a hateful expression and tipped my head back to look at Rhys. "Is that enough for you?" I spat.

I'd let them think he hated me, but there was a long way to go before I'd let them think I was broken.

"More than sufficient," Rhys purred. "Good girl."

I nearly called him names, but I didn't want to give him a reason to escalate this further in response to disrespect. Instead, I just glared.

Rhys turned away from me, all bored dismissal. "The queen gave her a task to do. Run along and don't interrupt her again," he said, a subtle reminder that only he had enough of Amarantha's favor to do this.

The hall cleared out, and Rhys didn't look at me again.

His mind retreated from mine, and his shields went up. I went back to scrubbing the floor, waiting for a tug on the bond.

No one else came through the hall until I finished cleaning, and I wasn't sure if that was Rhys's doing or not. Left alone, I kept thinking back to the sight of his darkness freezing up and the naked shock on his face, trying to understand it.

Eventually the guards returned to find me looking satisfied in the spotless marble hall. It was a struggle not to look too triumphant as they grumbled about taking me back to the cell instead of wherever Amarantha preferred to torture her prisoners.

I wasn't sure how long I'd been laying on the straw pallet, staring up at the vent on the ceiling, when Rhys appeared, looking completely exhausted. I sat up and motioned for him to sit next to me. He didn't move.

Before I could get a word out, he said, "Why does Lucien scare you? Did he hurt you?"

"No," I said, and Rhys relaxed enough to sit down next to me, "but I don't trust him. Not after what he and Tamlin put me through."

We were quiet for a moment as Rhys seemed to consider that, and I wondered what he would have done if I'd said yes. It wouldn't be difficult to kill Under the Mountain and escape consequences, but I wasn't sure where Rhys stood on revenge.

Eventually, he said softly, "I'm sorry for what I did to you earlier."

"I would have lost all respect for you if you didn't do it."

He studied my face as if he'd find answers written there. "I don't see why you would."

It seemed obvious enough to me, but there was still so much we didn't understand about each other. I considered what to say next, not sure if this was the time or place for that discussion. Rhys might not have much time with me.

"If you get squeamish, you hesitate. If you hesitate, you miss. If you miss, you starve and die," I said, recalling the words of another hunter who'd given me advice years ago. I'd recited them to myself countless times I'd been up a tree and dreading watching the light leave another doe's eyes. "Maybe there could have been a better way, but you did the necessary, unpleasant thing."

There were no words for how much it meant that he'd come through for me. I knew his family, knew how they all would do anything for each other without a second thought. But Rhys hadn't seen me beg Nesta just to chop wood.

"That's an overly charitable interpretation of events."

I disagreed, but there was no point in arguing about it. "What happened with your magic?"

"I draw from the Night Court's power when I use my abilities. When I tried to use it to force you down, it…refused."

I'd never heard of magic just refusing the person wielding it, but I certainly wasn't an expert. He sounded just as bewildered–we'd never needed Amren and her knowledge more. "Refused?"

"It's never happened before, but it said, 'I will not hurt her.' It's only ever spoken to me once, when I became High Lord." The chill I felt had nothing to do with the cold dungeon air. A centuries-long silence broken just to welcome me home, and now this. "I'm not sure I understand it, but if I'm not mistaken, the Night Court itself is defensive of you, Feyre."

Another entry to the growing list of things I wanted to understand but doubted I'd figure out Under the Mountain. Despite the glamour, I moved my left hand out of sight.

Then it occurred to me that there was no reason we had to have this conversation face-to-face. I wondered if Rhys had come down here because he felt the same pull from the mating bond, or if he really did just want to be near me. Maybe there was another reason. Maybe it didn't matter.

We were sitting with a careful few inches of distance between us, so I said, "Can I touch you?"

"You don't have to ask," he said, as if it were a stupid question.

But I did and we both knew why and there was no point in saying that. I curled up against his side, his warmth drawing me in. As he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer, the mating bond seemed to uncoil in my chest. I closed my eyes, and for a moment, I could almost convince myself that our too-many problems were far away.

I'd just started to relax when Rhys added, "I'm not looking forward to betraying Lucien."

I sat up. "You're betraying Lucien?"

"Those other faeries saw that the water in your bucket was clear when they walked in, and the three of us were the only ones there. It's gotten back to Amarantha. If I tried to cover for him, I'd have to take responsibility for helping you."

I felt sick. Rhys was right—someone would have to answer for helping me, and he couldn't step into the line of fire without risking everything. Not that I would ever expect him to do that for someone who clearly hated him and I wasn't even sure I considered a friend.

But still, Lucien had helped me because I'd asked, and now he was going to suffer for it. I couldn't silence the voice in the back of my head saying this was my fault my fault my fault.

I buried my face in Rhys's shoulder, not caring if I pressed on my still-healing bruises. This was the news he'd come to deliver in person, I realized. "I hate it here," I whispered.

"So do I."

We sat in silence for a long time, guilt surrounding us like a shared blanket draped around both our shoulders.

#feysand #feyre archeron #we said hello and your eyes look like coming home