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chichikoi · 2 months
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hiraeth.
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part II. synopsis: she watches as cassian falls for another, grappling with her own hidden affections and their newly snapped mating bond in the process. pairing: cassian x fem!reader fandom: a court of thorns and roses (book series by sarah j maas) genre: angst warnings: none a/n: house of balloons/glass table girls, this is his song... i love him. fluff part two coming up OBVIOUSLY, im not fucking ending it like this i cant do this to my #1 loverboy babygirl kitty princess beloved. @joyseuphoria hi <3
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Cassian had always been the beacon of power and resolve, with a demeanor rugged and unyielding. But beneath the surface was vulnerability, and she knew that it was written in the stars for her to remain by his side as his closest friend and confidante, never to become one to uncover that side of him.
But it didn’t make it easier. Watching him as he fell for Nesta’s every glance, every touch, every word that escaped her mouth seemed to throw him deeper and deeper into a trance. And she was fine with that, and accepted it. Accepted that she would never be the object of his softened glances, his featherlight touches, his-
Her thoughts halted as Cassian stormed into the room, frustration radiating off him in waves. She glanced up from her book, her eyes immediately catching the tension etched onto his features. Without a word, she closed her book and shifted, making room for him on the couch.
Cassian collapsed beside her, his movements rough yet familiar. He stretched out, his feet finding their place on her lap almost instinctively. Y/N didn't flinch; instead, she settled into the comfortable silence, waiting for Cassian to speak.
"It's Nesta," he finally muttered, his voice heavy with frustration. "Training with her…it was like walking on eggshells. One wrong move, and she was tearing into me with those ice-cold eyes."
She listened attentively, her gaze soft as she absorbed his words. "It was like she was always testing me," Cassian continued, his voice growing softer with each word. "Pushing me to my limits, making me question everything I thought I knew about myself."
Her fingers instinctively started to massage his feet as he spoke. It was a small gesture, one born out of years of friendship and trust. Cassian didn't protest; instead, he leaned back against the cushions, allowing the soothing touch to ease the tension from his muscles.
As the minutes stretched on, their conversation ebbed and flowed, the weight of Cassian's burdens slowly lifting with each passing moment. Y/N listened, offering words of comfort when needed, but mostly content to provide silent support.
Cassian's breathing eventually evened out, his body relaxing against the cushions. Y/N glanced down to find him fast asleep, his features softened by the serenity of slumber. She smiled softly, her heart swelling with affection.
Suddenly, chains, bolts, and locks shifted, loosening, their weight growing just a little more tolerable. A soul peeked through. Broken, scarred, and trembling — with fear, she realized, but it stretched further and further. Yearning, searching.
It was as though a tether had snapped into place, an invisible thread binding her to Cassian in a way she had never felt before. Confusion flickered as she processed the intensity of the connection, the undeniable pull drawing her closer to him.
She was aware that this was not happening in the slightest. A mind trick. A dream, she thought. betraying once, the jolt of real-time that pushed through her. Burning her cheeks and stealing her breath. How the waking world slipped past the knobby parts of her fingers like a whisper, barely there, because dreaming was just a fancier word for getting lost. It held her there, suspended in imagination and for every second, it felt real. Like she could grasp the outlines and the textures. Like she could touch the weather, drink the clouds, and taste the sunlight.
The gods who had her in a chokehold withdrew.
Death feared her too, it seemed.
He was soaring in the air, and she was on the ground. She tried to reach him but he was far, far out of her reach. Seconds ticked by, and then minutes, and every thought that tried to sneak its way in, through this thick veil, bounced off and dissipated into thin air.
Because she then remembered… that beautiful things shouldn’t be broken. And she had a knack for breaking things.
The soft rays of dawn streamed through the windows of the House of Wind, casting a warm glow over the sitting room where she and Cassian had fallen asleep. As she stirred from her slumber, she found herself alone on the couch, the imprint of Cassian's presence still lingering in the air. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, her mind foggy with the remnants of… dreams? Visions? She felt as though the very fabric of her existence had been torn asunder, leaving her adrift in a sea of uncertainty, but when has that ever stopped her?
So she stood on the ground and longed.
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part II here >>
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blushinggoku · 3 months
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Been trying to read some goku x reader fanfics (because I love him and cringe culture is dead) but there's soo few out there it's insane. I'm disappointed in this fandom for not loving goku more
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borderlandsresearcher · 7 months
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If you want good smut, always consult with the asexuals
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helianskies · 2 months
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April 23rd might possibly be an important day for more than one person — especially this year 📕 [ read on ao3! ]
i wrote this fic four years ago and it was the first proper engspa fic i posted to ao3. i think these days i'd've written this a bit differently (arthur and toni included) but, since today is also April 23rd and i have nothing new to offer, i thought i'd share something old with you instead . . . 🌹
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just-french-me-up · 1 year
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Some of yall are so horny on main it's actually kinda healing, good job
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bogglebabbles · 2 months
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I don't really miss the attention my fics got when I was posting regularly but I do miss how posting regularly encouraged me to actually finish the fics and keep my editing skills up to snuff.
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seoafin · 9 months
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ddao currently being at 40k words makes it the longest thing i've ever written im kinda in awe
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rewatching “Extreme Risk” now that I'm fairly invested in the stupidest Voyager polycule ever (Harry/Tom/B'Elanna/Seven) is... a whole thing because one moment I'll be crying about B'Elanna with literal tears streaming down my face and the next moment B'Elanna is boarding the Delta Flyer with the other three and yeah, obviously, they were the ones manning its first flight because the four of them built it after all. And in the end I come up with these elaborate castles of relationships because I want so much for B'Elanna to be loved, by as many people as possible, so imagine my reaction when in the episode B'Elanna saves the day with their support and trust. I know “Extreme Risk”''s ending is a little too abrupt and optimistic for what B'Elanna has just gone through, and yet. Those scenes on the Delta Flyer are so good.
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alexiskk · 1 year
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i am a tlou fic machine u guys, workin on a request abt a lovely silly lil game night for our fav duo🥹, i would love to do drabbles or other stuff maybe, if ppl have any ideas, thoughts, comments, anything pls send🫶🫶🫶
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thespacelizard · 1 year
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once again i am baited on discord into explaining omegaverse
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queenhawke · 7 months
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the thing about mythic quest s03e08 is like. you've only got nine 20 minute eps a season so you gotta make each ep count and you do this by devoting half the runtime to a bit about catching a rat? and you title the episode To Catch a Mouse despite the fact that it isn't even a mouse they're catching, knowing full well that last season had a whole thing about brad potentially being a mouse and everyone is gonna expect that to be relevant?? you have brad and jo working together again and they don't even talk about... anything? nothing about brad going to jail for her, really? like what was the point of that. you've got ian and poppy's part, which actually develops their characters further, but you couldn't do that for brad and jo? just gonna do jokes?
okay then
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samwilsonsbabymama · 2 years
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Sometimes I wish I could write for Bucky and Steve so that I'd get more interaction/attention lol but I love Sam too much and I don't really care for Steve.
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newnewyorker93 · 2 years
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: What We Do in the Shadows (2014) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anton/Viago (What We Do in the Shadows) Characters: Anton (What We Do in the Shadows), Viago (What We Do in the Shadows) Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Fluff, Flirting, Freckles Summary:
In which Viago enjoys puzzles, and Anton is just puzzled.
Wrote some What We Do in the Shadows!
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duskholland · 2 years
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I was rereading Crash Into You today and life is so unfair. Where is my Dutchy? :(
real. where is he. like Where
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bogglebabbles · 23 days
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My problem is I start a fic, write until I hit even the slightest snag, and then proceed to toss it to the side and start a new fic in the hopes that this one will be smooth the full way through.
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padfootastic · 1 year
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working on foundations of decay after…a long time bc everything i’ve posted so far has been pre-written like. months ago. def before my lil writers block episode.
and it’s—interesting, really. reminds me why i love fanfiction so much. it’s the endless possibilities. i can do whatever with my characters, manipulate the situation to my fancy and…that’s okay? it’s in my control?
writing only one shots definitely makes u forget that lil fact tbh there’s just not enough time & space
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