#or even acknowledge their relationship? NO! but i did mind my own business and leave that girl alone because it has nothing to do with her

[kulemii]

mkay, i usually dont do this. i usually mind my own business and shit talk in my head but i'm not going to lie i'm so annoyed, i really need to get it off my chest before i go about this the wrong way.

hating female characters because they dared to be your fave's CANON RI IS NOT CUTE! and at alot of yalls big age, it's kind of embarrassing and pathetic.

i'm 25 and i am into a character that has at least two canon love interests and one that pined after someone. i'm not going to lie and say that that doesn't bother me on a mild jealousy level- i am saying this to put out there that i am NOT shaming any adult for having crushes on their faves and getting a little put off by them having CANON RIs.

I'm not and anyone that knows me would know that. (just wanted to say so in case this reaches anyone that doesn't)

what i AM shaming though is when yall are childish about it and go after these CANON RIs and rip them to shreds because let's face it, it's not you. at this point it has nothing to do with the characters not having enough character development, not having enough time with the character to make it make sense, not having a likeable personality or whatever bullshit yall have used as excuses to rip these typically female characters apart for having a CANON relationship with your faves and i'm tired of being nice about it.

yall sat there and HYPED YUKI UP when she was just an awkward girl that might or might not have had a lil crush on someone- which so many people decided to ignore and box her into the sibling category, just like the rest of the hostesses when it's obvious they all fell for him. and yall like to go 'oh lol those things aren't canon' because it's not in the main story- BITCH IF THE ORIGINAL WRITERS WROTE IT IT'S MOTHERFUCKING CANON! but let a substory or something come up that feeds into whatever fucking idea you've been feeding yourself yall will shout from the roof tops how it's canon and no one can take it from you.. i'm not gonna take it from you, but at some point, i hope you realize how hypocritical you sound.

yall sat there and hyped yuki up FOR YEAAAAAARS and the second she gets casted as kiryu's love interest you wanna bring out the torches and burn her at the stake??? it was never about the character, it's always been about you. and your jealousy that you're too emotionally immature to realize is JUST jealousy and you make it every fucking female character with romantic ties to every fave you've ever had's problem. i mean think about it, if you can sit here and smash characters together that have never so much as stood in the same room as the other, is it really about canon chemistry? it's not and you know it's not and you should learn how to reevaluate your relationship with these characters before you CONTINUE to make a fool of yourself because it's pathetic and i no longer have the patience to rationalize what you 'really mean' anymore.

something i want yall to remember when yall get mad at these girls for being there instead your selfship oc or another character you are clearly attracted to, at the end of the day, that's HER man. and YOU are stepping in where you dont belong. not her.

grow the fuck up.

and where i stand on this personally? oryo and ryouma are a cute ass couple and it's the ONE time we get to see kiryu end up with someone and be HAPPY about it! oryo and ryouma had a whole year of history together before you even saw them and when you did see them, they had something!! they had plot! you even got to spend time with her unlike other LIs. WHY NOT BE HAPPY FOR YOUR FAVE???? and if oryo existing bothers you soooo much, dont make it her fucking problem. write an oc and ship him with them but dont spend 12 pages bitching about why oryo wasn't good enough for him as a RI.

#might lose friends with this one that sucks but whatever man im tired #i have no problem with not wanting to acknowledge canon if you're looking to ship your own self or ocs with characters that have canon RIs #this isn't about shipping at all #it's about yall losing your breath at the keyboard typing up these bullshit longwinded ass assaults #on why every female character ever isn't good enough for your fave #it's sad and pathetic and i'm tired of it for real #imma start blocking people over this because i dont wanna see it anymore #delete later #i'm not saying you have to be a fan of a canon romantic or seemingly relationship #because you dont you can deadass pretend they dont even exist so long as your not being a fucking moron about it #hell i've written an entire love story for y0majima with my own oc because he was my fave and did i go and rip makoto to shreds? #or even acknowledge their relationship? NO! but i did mind my own business and leave that girl alone because it has nothing to do with her #when i see canon romance but i have no intention of acknowledging it in my work i get happy that i have something canon to work from #great the writers gave me the tools to create a romance that is believable for this character #and i say 'thanks for letting me copy your homework g' and then i mind my own business afterwards'

[okkotsui]

nanami kento ⇄ sweet like candy.

synopsis: why does nanami kento taste like your favorite candy?

tags / warnings : femsub!reader, smut with little to no plot, unprotected sex, stomach bulge, multiple rounds and positions, breeding kink, mention of spankings, very heartwarming aftercare, not proofread.

author’s note: hello?! apologies, this is so lame and short lol (i'll edit/add more of this once i'm not that busy again) but i really want to make a smut fic for him. HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN HIM THIS SEASON?! this is like my birthday fic, my birthday celebration with you all and this has been sitting on my drafts for MONTHS.

oh gosh, how can you resist him? each of his thrusts and strokes is breathtaking. every time he would glide his hand around your body, it felt like a heated wave of euphoria, adding more sweetness to every touch that he would give you. he felt so addicting that he might have hexed you for wanting him more than ever.

kento is indeed a gentleman. he would always ask for your consent— no matter which form it is, even though you two are already in a relationship, he knows how important it is. it just makes you fall in love with him even more.

you were craving for him, not that you were pregnant but in terms of having his affection and having him inside you so full, that's how you wanted him. as the good man that he always is, his thick fingers were now inside you, eventually finding your sweet spot that would make your legs shake.

“k–kento!” you cried out with a small pout on your lips, almost drooling which got his attention from having his fingers within your gummy walls. he likes it when you’re being like that. he made you feel so small and submissive— not like you're complaining.

he hummed in response, acknowledging your need for him and your spots to abuse later on. looking at your naked body like he owns it, his eyes were soft and full of affection just for you.

"need you, please?" of course that made him throb, he loves it when you're being like this. all so obedient and loving for him. of course it would be a different story when you’re all bratty.

you already came from his fingers, he was just touching your spot sweet as if it was the most normal thing for him to do. it made your heart skip and butterflies swarming inside your stomach.

"okay darling, be patient." he slowly removed his digits from your pussy as you whined almost silently from the emptiness that you felt.

but soon, your attention was replaced by how he rubbed his cock's tip on your entrance and clit, making you clench around nothing but before he does anything else, your hand glides down through his cock, giving him a small pump that made him spread his leg for you to continue as you lay there on the bed comfortably whilst having his dick on your hand.

“baby, i thought you needed me?” he groaned out, shaking his head, too focused on him as he breathed out shakily, he noticed your fingers were slipping away from him as he took over once again, giving your ass a light spank, rubbing it softly.

he slowly entered into your pussy, making you mewl from his size. giving you soft pecks on your forehead to calm you down but as soon as he was fully inside you— you felt so full, he started moving already.

taking note of your sweet spot, he hits it with his dick. he knows each part of you so well, making your eyes water. the way your slit welcomes him made him erratic each time he thrust.

letting out a quiet gasp, “f–fuck, right there!” whilst squeezing your eyes shut from the pleasure.

“yeah, I know...” you can’t do anything else but wrap your arms around him and claw into his back.

he doesn’t mind it, in fact, he even loves it when you leave him marks on his back. despite thrusting into you hard where you can already see the stars, he leaned down giving you a soft kiss on your lips, turning into mush when he licked your lips, passing into your lips, your tongues dancing together— he adored this.

never failed to give you butterflies each time he did small little things for you and your body.

slowly but surely, his thrusts were sharp but slow that you felt him, every vein that he had. as he felt you squeezing him hard as you reached your climax, he stopped— he was still inside, making you whimper from the lack of his movement.

"kento..." you called out to him as he shushed you, suddenly sensing him carrying you to his lap as he sat up, he brought you in a lotus position.

he loves each position where he can see your face, he won't admit it, he likes seeing your reaction to him filling you up.

this time, he continued moving inside you. his hands were almost gripping your ass as he moved you up and down, swearing he was hitting the most impossible spots that made you sigh in pleasure. he would never forget kissing you

he felt so good inside you, he won't get tired of you being around him. gosh, you are the only one who made him feel like this.

“baby... want me to cum inside?" he asked, he sounded so hot from his almost strained voice, deep and addicting that would just make you nod.

"please..." you answered, gasping softly, your head was on his shoulder as he continued moving you— already moving up and down to meet his thrust as it was already enough to give him your consent, invariably.

you don't know how many times the two of you would continue for multiple rounds in different motions, you felt so full of him already. you swear you can feel your lower stomach bump and see the stars twinkling brightly outside.

he tastes so sweet, you would never get tired of it.

he placed you down on your shared bed and finished cleaning you off, he already wore you his shirt is oversized for you to be comfortable, lying down beside you.

"thank you, you did so well baby," he whispered softly.

scooping you in his arms, brushing your strand of hair aside, giving you a tender kiss on your forehead— covering the both of you with a blanket from the cold night airconditioner as the two of you doze off with you feeling at home in his arms as you cuddled into him.

#[ kento ] — ♡ #nanami kento #jjk nanami #nanami smut #nanami x reader #nanami x you #jujutsu nanami #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x you #nanami kento x y/n #jjk smut

[alphabetatoes]

fantasies come true (n. kento x reader)

a.n.: hello everyone 👁️👁️ alr ✨ l i s t e n ✨ gamers, i was listening my musicals playlist on spotify and "fantasies come true" came on so i thought to myself 'hARK! what a great fic idea!' and here we are. also realized i hadn't posted anything in almost a month oops :)

feeling: evil :)

summary: you confess your love to nanami in your sleep (or do you?)

having kento nanami as a roommate seemed to only have one real drawback: your work lives were a hurdle neither one of you could quite get over. these conflicting schedules leave little overlapping breaks with your best friend. but that doesn’t mean you don’t try to carve out time for each other. one day, you’re able to leave the highschool early for what feels like the first time in forever. kento is still confined to his office, tidying up his last few pieces of business during overtime.

the two of you decided to go for a movie night, as it wasn’t too energy intensive and you’d still be able to enjoy each other's presence. kento watches as you eventually fall victim to sleep, making yourself cozy on his side. he admires your ability to find serenity, not quite ready to succumb to his own tiredness. he’d been looking forward to seeing you all day and didn’t want to waste a moment of it. 

the movie progresses on; a cheesy boy-meets-girl romcom. yet the plot feels a little close to home. and kento laughs to himself as you scrunch his shirt, anchoring yourself down to reality during whatever fantastical dream you seem to be having.

you start to babble in your sleep. it’s nothing coherent, but kento finds it endearing nonetheless. “…love you, kento.” 

his ears perk up in record time at the comment.

you yawn into him and repeat the sentiment once more. kento can feel the tips of his ears getting warm as you double down on your confession. he’s at a crossroads. does he acknowledge your comment? pretend like it doesn’t light a fire in his stomach, yearning to cross the line from friends to something more? kento weighs the options but settles on one. he pulls your frame closer and whispers a sweet “love you too, sweetheart.” in your ear. for now, he can revel in your confession. 

for now, he can finally be content.

“ken?” you lightly poke him awake, careful not to startle him. as he comes to, kento lets out a confused “hm?” sleep stricken eyes meet you in a daze, confused by his surroundings. you give him a sweet smile, the one that always makes him melt into a million tiny pieces, and brush his hair out of his eyes.

“you practically passed out as soon as you sat down.” just as he does, the reality of kento’s situation awakens as well. “thought you were the one asleep.” “seemed like you were having a nice dream though.” 

“too good to be true.” those sweet brown eyes pour into yours, hoping you might just know what it was about. but kento knows that’s not how it works. yet he takes it in stride. “so how was it? what great triumphs and tribulations did i miss?” kento sinks back into the couch. he watches as you give an animated retelling of the film plot (including voices), and a little part of his heart breaks. it’s bittersweet, but for now he would accept the platonic nature of your relationship. kento already had it in his mind that you would need to be the one to raise the topic of a more romantic dynamic. yet there was no doubt about it. he was smitten by you.

even for a moment- even if it was just a dream, he was able to have his own wishes feel like reality. and he’d wait patiently for the day you’d reciprocate. the day his fantasies come true.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento #nanami kento x reader #divider by firefly-graphics

[hueningsloverr]

౨ৎ 1,862 days !

pairing: yeonjun x reader summary: being able to love yeonjun, and the road that lead you to him word count: 1.3k extra: happy five years to our oldest member!! 4th gen it boy yeonjun!! apart of my anniversary series!

yeonjun was like a breath of fresh air, a saving grace. moving to korea at eighteen was rough, but running into the boy on the streets suddenly made it all worth it. you had bumped into him early in the spring - you were still bundled up in a jacket wandering aimlessly around seoul. instead of finding your friend at the coffee shop she had promised to wait for you in, you quite literally ran into yeonjun.

'excuse me, can you help me?' you pleaded through broken korean, and he laughed slightly, understanding the gist of what you were asking him.

needless to say, he gave you directions, even walked you to the shop and sat down with you after you realised your friend had set out on her own to find you. he even went a step above the rest and walked you back to your apartment after learning just how new to the area you were.

the rest was (basically) history. all it took was one day for him to ask you out, and those dates quickly turned into weekends tucked away from the rest of the world hiding out in your apartment. your roommate was rarely home - she worked odd hours and had her own girlfriend to visit.

before you knew it, five months by yeonjun's side became five years.

"all i'm saying," you began, your boyfriend humming mindlessly on the couch as he half watched tv, half played on his phone. "is we should go out for our anniversary."

yeonjun nodded absentmindedly, your words not truly sinking in. "yeah, yeah." he mumbled, eyes glued to his phone. kai had got him hooked on some two player game, and now the duo were both constantly on their phones, fighting monsters or something.

"it's too bad taehyun asked me out too." you giggled, leaning over the couch to watch his reaction.

nothing.

"i mean, is it bad i said yes? we don't technically have plans, so it's not a big deal."

he didn't even acknowledge your presence.

"but i felt bad, because i had to turn down wooyoung, and dino, and changbin - yeonjun could you at least blink to let me know you're not some zombie?" you groaned, moving around the sofa to sit next to him.

now it was his turn to laugh and he wrapped his arm around you, his phone discarded next to him. "i was listening," he teased, eyes glistening with mischief as he smiled, clearly proud of himself. "i just wanted to see how ridiculous you'd get."

you chose to ignore his statement, moving past the ordeal. it was sort of childish. "so, dinner? tomorrow night?" you posed, moving to sit on your knees. it was almost as if you were ready to beg. anniversaries meant a lot to you - especially as this one marked five years since moving to korea.

it was hard, leaving your life behind. but, you had to. and things had worked out. really well.

"i've got practice. why don't we go out tonight? today marks five years of us meeting." he offered, frowning when he noticed just how disappointed you were.

"yeah, sure." you smiled, pushing yourself up off the couch. "i was hoping you'd be able to get off work tomorrow, but i get it. i promise i do."

he nodded, sighing. "have you talked to your parents recently?" the question caught you off guard - no matter how good or bad of a relationship you had with your parents, calling them rarely crossed your mind. when was the last time you spoke to either of them?

"no," you huffed, though more out of annoyance with yourself than with him. if you were to call them, they would chew you out for ghosting them. but life was busy, and the time difference did not help. "they weren't the biggest fans of me moving out here, you know."

his eyebrows furrowed as his head tilted slightly to the side, "they weren't? but - when i met them a bit back, they seemed so happy for you."

you tried to suppress the growing grin on your face at the idea. "my parents were so far from happy for me, jjunie. they just didn't want to upset either of us."

he nodded slowly, letting the information seep in. "well, that's too bad. i hoped to talk to them. but i guess i could see how they probably weren't the biggest fans of their eighteen year old deciding to just move out and into a foreign city."

"why would you want to talk to my parents?" you snorted, the idea so completely absurd it didn't even seem real. "didn't you say something along the lines of, 'i'm sorry you're related.' when you met them?"

he shrugged, clearly unable to form the proper sentence. you took his silence as a cue to leave and get ready for dinner. by the time you were done he'd probably have made a reservation somewhere, or called some sort of favour in. perks of being famous.

and of course, by the time you emerged from your bedroom, grabbing a hold of your wallet from your dresser, yeonjun himself was already waiting for you by the door, holding your shoes in his hands.

"took you long enough." he smiled, though you could see the faint spread of pink across his cheeks. he was never good at hiding the fact that he was blushing. over the years he had learn't you were simply too good at spotting it, and accepted the fact that you thought it was cute.

"so where are we going out tonight, mr. choi?" you grinned, slipping your shoes on and interlocking your arm with his as you made your way out the front door. sometimes having a first floor apartment was a blessing.

"it's a surprise." was all he said, and you understood that his words truly meant surprise. as in, he was not going to be telling you. but still, you quickly recognised the change of scenery. something about it was familiar.

you were close to your first apartment - the one you lived in when you met yeonjun. you could see the park you spent many afternoons together in. and up in the distance you could faintly see the coffee shop you went to when you first met yeonjun.

and it all made sense.

"coffee for dinner? don't you have practice tomorrow?" you questioned, nudging his shoulder with your own.

he nodded, taking a moment to look at you.

it felt like his breath had been knocked straight out of him.

you were everything to him.

"you know what?" he smiled, pausing.

"hm?" you hummed, stopping just a few feet in front of him. "what is it?"

"i've been in love with you for five years." you felt your heart stop in your chest. "i've spent these last five years doing what i love, while getting to be with the person i love. you don't know how crazily lucky i feel just waking up next to you."

he began to lower himself to the ground.

now it was your turn to have the breath knocked out of you. "jjunie?"

"it would be a lie to say these past five years have been easy, but hey, i love you. so they've all been worth it." he was pulling something out of his pocket.

a ring.

he didn't even need to ask the question for you to begin to tear up (i would.), your answer already so clear to him. "you don't need to even say yes, just let me know i'll be able to love you for et-"

"yes." you smiled, rushing quickly to pull him into a hug. "i've been in love with you since i met you, jjunie. and i plan on loving you for the rest of my life. the past 1,862 days have meant the world to me."

"not like anyones counting or anything." he teased, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

yeah, moving to korea at eighteen was worth it.

a/n: i've never??? written??? a marriage??? proposal???? ive never???? witnessed???? true love????

©2024 - all rights reserved to hueningsloverr, please do not plagiarise or translate any of my work

#choi yeonjun #txt yeonjun #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun #huening kai #choi beomgyu #kang taehyun #choi soobin #txt soobin #soobin x reader #beomgyu x reader #txt beomgyu #beomgyu #taehyun x reader #txt taehyun #taehyun #txt huening kai #huening kai x reader #x reader #txt #tomorrow x together fluff #tomorrow x together x reader #tomorrow x together imagines #tomorrow by together #tomorrow x together #hueningsloverr #౨ৎ txt anniversary series

[kittenjammer]

Hi! So I was going through your snape tag (btw sorry for the million notifications you probably got), and I noticed you weren’t very much a fan way back on the early days of your blog. Feel free to completely ignore this if you don’t feel like answering (it is truly none of my business), but I’m always fond of hearing people’s “how I came to like this character” or “why I changed my mind about this character” stories and I was wondering what yours was :)

Hiii! Thanks for the ask! (No worries on the notification spam lol) and I appreciate that you reached out!

Yes! I think he was one of the characters I had the most difficulty empathizing with because I had such a strong, emotional reaction to him. Especially after OotP forward. He's divisive! (Also looking back through my Snape tag has me internally cringing a bit with how little grace I extended to the poor guy...ah well. With age/maturity comes wisdom...? D: )

I'm ngl, after reviewing some of the earlier posts, my immediate reaction is to delete them as my opinions have definitely changed, but maybe it's good to leave it as a record of my evolving mindset towards the character? lol

Ok, so what changed?

Well, it certainly helps I'm now closer to adult Snape's age from Book 1 than Harry's age when I was first reading the HP series as it was being published. I didn't give much thought to Snape beyond he was a mean teacher and a bully, for the first four books at least.

I got into the HP fandom around when GoF had been released so I was discovering plenty of fanfic and fan meta. Snape was one of the more ... well ... fans reactions to him that liked him or even wrote him sexually with the cast confused middle-school me, to be honest. I was more interested in the child characters than the adults, so I was vaguely aware of how he was portrayed in fandom but didn't really engage.

This changed after OotP was released, and we finally got some explicit Severus Snape backstory and history with the Occlumency lessons. I had a really an emotional reaction to SWM and some of the memories we got a glimpse of. I was empathetic and not completely surprised to learn Snape was from an abusive home, that he had possible trauma and issues that explained his actions and why he was so cold and angry. Like Harry, I was really disappointed in how his father and Sirius treated Snape. There's just no excuse for how they sought him out to pick on him for fun. I was on Harry's side with confronting Sirius and Lupin about how his dad and they acted.

Also, I read everything with shipper eyes, and immediately felt there was more to Severus and Lily's relationship beyond her just coming over and reacting to James actions lol. They called Jily a crack!ship but it looks like they were validated in the end lol.

However what really made me emotionally react with anger was that we are basically being shown that Severus knows what it's like to be a scared child being abused and tormented by authority figures and other children, but he does it to his students?? I could not understand his actions at a time but I would get genuinely angry when I did think about it. To child me, this felt like a betrayal, both for a fictional character and when actual people did this. Looking back I was reacting so strongly due to my own personal experience with trauma in the home and with authority figures abusing children.

I recall not caring much about him in HBP or DH. I was much more upset with Sirius' death than Dumbledore's, so Snape's "betrayal" was just not something I recall reacting emotionally to. In DH, I definitely remember reading his memories and just feeling irritated with him. To me, he was a guy with trauma and emotional issues, sure, but I felt his behavior towards Harry, Hermione, and Neville was not excused for me. At most I felt begrudging respect for him and acknowledged he was not a completely terrible person. Harry naming one of his son's after him felt so bizarre, and I just could not understand why Harry wanted to honor him. Forgive him, sure I could understand Harry doing that, but naming his child after Snape just left me feeling confused. I could not understand how Snape could have loved Lily so much, but treated her son like he did.

I know I'm basically rambling, but it really has been a journey. :P

When I grew out of HP and the fandom after DH was published, I never gave much thought to him or his circumstances until I (unexpectedly) returned to the HP fandom last summer. I reread all of the books as an adult and I had the life experience and maturity to understand that:

A) Snape was funny! A lot funnier than I remember.

B) His actions throughout the book were too subtle for teenage me, but they made me really question my previous feelings for the character.

C) Everyone Dumbledore was kind of terrible to him!

I read a lot of really well written meta on the characters and HP. Specifically I think it was @pet-genius posts on reddit I found that really helped me put my thoughts and feelings regarding HP, primarily Harry, in order. And I can't help but compare and contrast Harry and Severus as characters and how they each approach their trauma and grief.

@ashesandhackles metas on Snape was also really helpful in highlighting the examples in the text that showed how Snape's actions sometimes directly contradict with what he said, especially to Harry. He's always presenting himself as this cold and controlled person, disparaging emotional reactions and connections. Yet he's one of the most emotionally reactive characters in the series next to Harry!

I was able to see clearer a lot of things I liked about him. That he's an incredibly skilled and hardworking person. That he cares very deeply for people he does allow himself to have feelings for and connections to. That he was scared, so scared, probably all the time after Voldemort's return to power, but he never wavered in his determination to continue to show up and fulfill his duty. Him making the Vow with Narcissa to try to protect Draco. The incredible pain he must have been in when he used the Killing Curse on Dumbledore, the one person left that knew everything about him and still valued him. That he dies keeping silent about the Elder Wand ownership, protecting Draco from becoming Voldemort's next target.

I also viewed his relationship with Lily as so much more complex than unrequited love. There's a meta out there (I will edit this post and link it if I find it again) that argues Snape wasn't really in love with Lily, and that "Always" quote is so much deeper than a romantic, or sexual, type of feelings for her. I think it argues that Snape elevated Lily to a symbol of Good, or at least used her memory to guide him on morality. I felt so much more respect for the guy that he had dedicated his life as penance, basically, for betraying his once-best friend once more.

This is getting long, I hope this wasn't too much. I have changed my feelings on how Severus treated Harry and the other kids close to him in that year's class. Looking at how he acts to others and comparing to how he acts with Harry, I now now I feel Harry was a very specific trigger for Severus and he showed Harry and Harry's potions class a side of him that he generally did not show to anyone else. This is just my personal interpretation based on how other adults, from Dumbledore to even Lupin, and kids speak of Snape as a professor and seem to think Harry is just exaggerating that Snape hates him. When, no, Snape really is projecting his hate and rage and grief about James and Lily onto Harry and he does actually hate the kid. Which, it's probably easier for Severus to think he hates Harry rather than hates himself.

I could keep going but I will stop here for now. I hope that answers the question? But feel free to chat more :) I hope you don't mind I responded with a blog post, I can take it down if you would rather it be answered privately lol.

I suppose the tl;dr version is that Snape makes me angry because he makes me feel things about myself that I don't like, but with age and reading other people's thoughts on the character has definitely made me come around to they guy!

#severus snape #hp meta #hp

[cherrys-side-bitch]

Relationship headcanons for my bbg, Risotto Nero??

ℝ𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

gn! reader, fluff

Note: I fucking died reading this request

Risotto has very little experience in romantic relationships. Due to his duties as a capo, he hasn't had the time to pursue a relationship. Even if he did, he would likely end up just putting him in danger due to his position in Passione.

Because of this, you'd likely have to be not only part of Passione but also part of his squad to not only have him acknowledge you but also have a fighting chance of pursuing any kind of relationship with him, romantic or otherwise.

When you are in a relationship with him, it's weird. As previously mentioned, since Risotto doesn't have any relationship experience, it's difficult for him to know what to do. He isn't used to any of this, and you’ll have you help ease him into things.

He almost always comes home late at night after working all day. You're often already in bed, either waiting for him or asleep when he gets home.

Don't get him wrong, Risotto feels bad that he can't spend more time with you, but he's extremely busy with work. He tries to make it up to you, laying with you in the morning until he has to leave, holding you close while you tell him anything on your mind, bringing home small trinkets that remind him of you, etc.

Suppose you're part of La Squadra; it makes his day much more manageable but equally stressful. Sure, he can see you at almost any point of the day, but he has to deal with the thought of you possibly getting injured or worse during a mission. For this reason, more often than not, if you have a mission, it's with him, so he knows you're safe at all times.

Additionally, if you're part of La Squadra, he will often ask you to accompany him to his office if you aren't in the middle of something. Risotto doesn't mind if you do your own thing. He prefers to have you in the room with him as he works on paperwork. If you ask, he might even let you sit in his lap.

If you can't accompany him in his office and he isn't feeling particularly motivated, he has a photo of you on his desk to help him finish the work. “The quicker I get this done, the quicker I can see them.” mentality.

On another note, if you're particularly affectionate, Risotto needs time to get used to it. Since he's been in the mafia for so long, it's made the feeling of affection foreign to him. Even when he does get used to your love, he won't ask for you to give him attention, viewing it as more of a gift than a requirement. Though he does, whether intentionally or not, drop subtle hints that he is craving your touch.

Though depending on how stressful his day was, he may initiate it by either pulling you into a hug and laying his head on your shoulder or resting his head on your lap.

┉ˏ͛ ༝̩̩̥͙ ⑅͚˚　　 ҉　　⑅͚˚ ͛༝̩̩̥͙ ˎ┉

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[rosexxi]

I just missed you 🧸💌

Vernon helps out his sexually frustrated girlfriend

smut // c.hs // x gf! reader

Your boyfriend was someone you were very proud of. He was apart of Seventeen, a group who were doing better then ever and were currently preparing for their upcoming concert. The time you spent had seemed to have grown further apart, between his job and your university work, the calls were getting shorter and you couldn’t even remember the last time you spent some quality time together. You knew fully well what you were getting yourself into with dating an idol, but at times like this you couldn’t help but feel the bitter emotion of jealousy when he’d send you pics throughout the day of his and his members. 

You were currently sat on your bed, busy with Uni work when you heard the door to your apartment open. You had actually given your boyfriend the key to your apartment quite early into your relationship, and was used to his comings and goings, but you still were caught off guard by the sudden movement, especially so late in the night. He had told you practise was going to run quite late and that it was unlikely he’d see you before the concert. He opened the door to your bedroom, kissed your forehead softly and with a sigh he plopped himself onto your bed. 

“Evening babe. They gave us the night off, my body’s killing me.” 

You didn’t even acknowledge him, just hummed at his words and focused your attention on the essay before you. You knew it was probably quite childish of you to treat him like this, but after seeing Idol Vernon so much recently, you missed Boyfriend Vernon more then ever. 

“Did you see the pic I sent you before?” he asked, not paying any mind to your less energetic then usual self,  “Hoshi hyungs been even stricter then usual with us, you’d think we’ve not performed it before. I also made sure they added boomboom to the setlist, I know it’s one of your favourites. I’m actually really excited for you to come see us, they showed the outfits today, they’re really cool,” he eventually came to a stop when he realised you weren't paying attention to him. “Babe?”

Still no answer. He moved himself closer to you, taking a look at the work you were doing, “Y/N?”

You looked up to face him and raised your eyebrows.

“Are you ok? What’s wrong?” 

“Fine,” you shrugged, “nothings wrong, I’ve just got work to do.” 

It was now his turn to be quiet, he studied your face, how your eyebrows were slightly furrowed and how your lips stuck out into a slight pout, he always thought you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen. You seemed fine when he called you this morning. Actually now that he thought about it, you were cold then as well, he must of not noticed at the time. Vernon thought he was a pretty good, attentive boyfriend especially given the circumstances, but when he thought back on how he had recently been absent, he realised maybe he hadn’t given his girlfriend enough attention like he should.

“Babe.”

“What Vernon? I’m busy as well.” you snapped, and he realised that was a dig at him being busy as of recent. He had blown you off a few times when you were supposed to call, and it had also been a hot minute since he had touched you. 

Taking matters into his own hands. he moved towards you and took the pen from your hand slowly, when you didn’t resist, he took your papers and moved them to your desk. He pressed a soft kiss to your jaw and propped his thumb behind your chin to make you look at him, “Is there something you want darling?”, his voice had dropped to an almost whisper. 

As stubborn as ever, you shook your head, not letting your eyes leave his. Leaning into a kiss, he stopped just before his lips touched yours, “I think there is something that you want baby, that would explain why you’ve been acting up lately, trying to get my attention.” 

You rolled your eyes, “I’ve obviously not been successful.” you huffed.

He moved his thumb and brushed it against your lips, pressing them slightly so they opened. “I’m sorry angel, I’m here now, tell me what you want ” he leaned in to whisper, as he slipped his thumb in. 

“I- I want you Vernon, please.” you whispered around his fingers, “been wanting you so bad recently.”

“Yeah?” he smirked, lifting an eyebrow, “You should of told me, I’d drop everything just to be inside you, my needy baby.” 

He began rubbing circles onto your lips, “You want this?” he asked teasingly, he knew you couldn’t answer. 

You nodded eagerly, and he leaned into press his lips against yours, they were hungry and harsh, suggesting that maybe he was as sexually frustrated as you. His other hand went down your body, stopping at your breasts to massage them. He rolled your hard nipple through your tank top, as you gasped into him, He took this opportunity to slip his tongue into yours. He brought his hand from off your lips and down to your neck, pressing down slightly. 

“Vernon” you moaned, as he laid you down. “I’m right here angel. Gonna make you feel so good.” 

You watched as he took off his hoodie and admired his toned body. He smirked to himself and came back to you, pressing butterfly kisses along your neck, stopping just above your breast and taking more time to leave an array of hickies. With soft hands, he lifted your tank top over your head and took your left nipple into his mouth, his soft touch sending shivers down your body, he took the other into his hand and pressed down, making sure not to abandon any part of you. You took his hair into your hand and pulled on it ever so slightly, making him groan onto you and bite down. He took the other breast into his mouth and ghosted his touch all the way down to your clothed core, pressing down. 

“God your so wet, is this what happens when I don’t fuck my baby in a while.” 

“Don’t tease me Vernon.” you whined.

“So desperate for me” he muttered as he kissed your body down to your thighs. He hooked the band of your pyjama shorts as he sucked hickies into your inner thighs, before pulling them off. 

You gasped softly from the sudden cold, as he drew circles around your clit. He kissed you roughly to distract you from the pressure he was adding with every finger. 

“Open.” he ordered, and you obeyed his words, tasting yourself on his fingers as you sucked on them. He stared at you through hooded eyes and licked his own fingers when you were finished, “dirty girl, my dirty girl.” he cooed as he pinched your cheeks together, leaning into kiss them once again. 

You could feel his growing erection, as he continued to finger you.

“Baby if you keep doing that I’m gonna-”

He cuts you off by tapping your thigh with his free hand, making you flinch from the sudden impact, “No baby, the only way your cumming is from my dick.” 

He removes his fingers from deep inside of you, tapping it teasingly and licks up, making you shudder into him, “always taste so good for me.”

He finally removes his pants and gets up to find a condom, you grab his hand and shake your head. His eyes widen with lust but he doesn’t question you, instead he holds tightly onto your waist and enters you slowly, you both gasp at the same time. You could feel every part of him as you let out a whiny moan, to which he just laughs smugly at. His speed quickens once he knows you’ve adjusted to his size, his fingers digging into your skin, as he drills into you. He presses hard on your tummy and you let out a shriek, “fuck Vernon!”

 Flipping you over, he slaps your arse harshly more then once and digs his nails into you as he continues thrusting into you. Using his other hand, he pushes your head further into the bed. He’s going so fast you swear you can see stars, “Vernon please,” you moan, you can feel your eyesight becoming blurred as tears fill your eyes. The overwhelming pleasure sending shivers down your body, as you clench around him, feeling close to your release.

“I know baby, be my good girl,” he groans in between thrusts, “god you feel so good around me.” 

He arches your back more as he pulls your hair up to him. You moan as he rests your head onto his chest and slaps the side of your face teasingly, “Stay with me angel.” You open your mouth slightly and he uses this as an invitation to open it wider and spit into it. He watches as you swirl his spit in your mouth before swallowing. 

“Babe I think I’m gonna” you manage to stutter out. 

“I know, I know, go on then all over my cock.” 

He rubs your clit through your high, his other hand leaving your mouth to rub and pull at your nipples, making you moan even louder then before. Your body shaking from the overwhelming pleasure that you hadn’t felt in a while, as you come on him. He lets go of your hair and lets you fall back to the bed. His thrusts get slower and sloppy as he spasms inside of you, “I’m gonna come.” he grunts as he pulls out and releases onto your back. 

You feel the bed dip as he gets off. He puts his underwear back on and leaves the room to get you some water. Taking a cloth, he cleans his come off your back and places a soft kiss on your head, “I’m gonna go run us a bath.” he mutters. You lift your head slightly, as you watch him fill up the tub. He eventually lifts you up and into the bath, and you let out a giggle. 

“There’s that laugh I’ve not heard in a while.” he smiles as he takes off his pants once again and takes a seat behind you, pulling you to lean against his chest. 

You sit in silence for a while enjoying the others company, until he speaks, “So are you gonna tell me what’s been bothering you?”

You let out a sigh, “I just missed you is all. I know your busy and I don’t ever want to take you away from all that, but I don’t know, I just want my boyfriend sometimes. When we talk on the phone it’s like your focus is elsewhere and even when you do come to chill in my apartment, it’s like you don’t even come to spend time with me, you just come for the quiet.” You could feel your voice breaking as tears filled your eyes, “I just miss you and want to spend more time with you. Sorry for being a bit of a bitch recently, I’ve just been a bit frustrated.”

“Sexually frustrated?” he laughs.

“Don’t say that Vernon.” you whine. 

“Ok, ok. Hey look at me darling,” as you turn to face him, he wiped your tears away and places a soft kiss on your cheek, “You don’t ever have to be sorry for missing me. I’m the one who should be sorry, I should be making more of an effort to see you and ring you. I just miss you a lot to so I try to put it off so I don’t get too upset. But baby girl you know I love you more then life itself, I promise when this concert is over I’ll spend so much time with you. Just the two of yeah? I’m so sorry for making you feel like that, your my girlfriend and that’ll never change.” 

You nod as he presses his forehead to yours, making you giggle again. He kisses your nose, “I love you, you know?”

“I love you too Vernon.” 

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[godsandmonsters505]

The Blackest Day | Javier Peña

Javier Peña (Narcos) x fem!reader - no use of y/n

Summary: one last goodbye before Peña leaves Colombia for good. Inspired by "The Blackest Day" by Lana Del Rey because Javier is a walking Lana song.

Warnings (18+): smut, vaginal sex, oral sex (m and f receiving), rough sex.

Note: this is not particularly important when reading but the reader is a Colombian journalist. So while all dialogue is in English to make things easier, they converse in Spanish/Spanglish in my mind (FYI).

Contains content suitable only for those above 18 years of age. Minors, please do not continue!

"Don't wanna talk about the things to come."

"Looking for love in all the wrong places."

"Cause there's nothing for me to think about. Now that he's gone, I can't feel nothing."

"I'm on my own again."

"So that's it?" You ask, approaching Javier on the balcony of your hotel room. He's stood, looking out across the city of Bogotá, a cigarette in one hand, and the other rubbing his temples.

"Yeah." He nods. "That's it."

You weren't naïve and you certainly weren't stupid. You knew Peña's time in Colombia was coming to an end, after all you'd played a part in it by publishing the truth about the Colombian president. But some self-preserving part of you pushed that deep down. Maybe denial isn't the healthiest of coping mechanisms after all.

"You came to say goodbye." You meant it as a question, but it came out as a statement. A statement dowsed in hurt.

You'd come to grow quite fond of Javier's company in the months you'd known him. You respected him and - even though the two of you weren't "exclusive" - you couldn't help developing some feelings for him by being in a physical relationship with him. Even if it was just knowing that you weren't alone. And you're sure he felt a similar way, even if his feelings were just a fraction of yours for him.

"Something like that." He says, taking a drag of his cigarette.

You walk up behind him, placing your head on his shoulder and wrapping your arms around his waist. The scent of his cologne and cigarettes is intoxicating.

You don't want him to go, but you don't have to say it. He knows. Regardless, you would never dream of saying such a thing. Laying your heart on the line.

"I've put my heart and soul into trying to bring these sons of bitches down." He signs. You can feel the tension in his shoulders. "Whenever I think we've got 'em, it turns out this shit runs deeper and deeper than I could have ever imagined."

"You did your best."

"You should take this as a win."

"You should be celebrating."

All sentiments that he has heard numerous times. You know that's not what he needs to hear. In fact, you understand that even if this was a victory against the Cali cartel, there is no reason to celebrate.

"It's time for you to go back home." It pains you, almost physically, to say. But you know it's true.

"I'm not sure I can." He says. This is his life now. Or at least it has been for the last God-knows-how-many years. He's not sure he knows how to leave it behind.

He puts his cigarette out and turns around to face you, your hands now holding onto the balcony so that he is trapped in your grip.

You don't say anything. You don't know what to say. You've never been any good at consoling people. Looking into his eyes you see his pain. How everything he's seen haunts him.

"I'm sorry for dragging you into this shit." His eyeline flickers to the ground.

You give him a sad smile. A short, humourless chuckle. "I dragged myself into this shit. Taking down the fucking president, huh?"

"No," he says. "Not that." His eyes meet yours again, apologetically.

"What, then?" You ask. He doesn't answer and you try searching his eyes again. They seem to be his tell, after all.

His hands reach up to cup your face, stroking your cheeks gently. You get what he's saying. But you've never spoken about the "relationship" between you. Never acknowledged it. You spoke about business. You had sex. That was it.

"Us?" You ask quietly, afraid you're picking up on the wrong thing.

"It's not fair of me to dump all of this on you and then jet back to Texas." He frowns.

"Javier, don't worry about me. You don't need anything more to stress about." You scoff. "I'm fine. I'll be fine." Lies.

Javier's lips brush yours gently, and your heart flutters.

"This is it then?" You ask, knowing the answer. He doesn't have to respond.

He goes in for the kiss, passionately all of a sudden. His mouth crashing against yours. His hands wander down to your hips and grip you, pulling your body close to his, while your hands weave their way up into his thick locks of hair.

He starts walking, pushing you back inside and onto the bed. You fall back, his body pressing you into the mattress. Hungrily, he moves his kisses along your jawline and down your neck, grabbing your wrists and pinning them into the pillows beside your head.

"Javier," you moan as his tongue explores your body further, moving down to your clavicle. The fabric of your shirt blocks his destination, so he removes his hands from your wrists to practically rip your top off. He's met with your bra, which he removes in a swift movement before hungrily continuing to explore your body. He places gentle kisses on your breast then traces his tongue around your nipple, causing you to shudder.

"Javier," you say again, but this time with the intention of getting his attention. God, you wish he could do that to you all day, but you know how stressed he is and you want to do one of the few things you can to help.

He looks up at you, eyes wide, lips swollen, hair messy. You take the opportunity to switch positions, so that you're on top, and he complies. Straddling him, you feel his semi-hard cock press into your thigh, and try your hardest to keep your composure, grinding into it slightly and being rewarded with a gutteral moan.

You lean forward to press a kiss on Javi's lips before unbuttoning his shirt and discarding it onto the floor. You feel the tension leaving his body as you kiss his cheek, his neck, his shoulder blade, his chest, his stomach. You make sure to prolong it as long as you can, revelling in the way you're making him relax. Until you reach his waist.

Lifting yourself up, you unbuckle his belt and pull down both his pants and his boxers, pulling them off at his ankles with a little bit of his help. While you're at it, you remove your skirt, leaving him fully naked and you only in your panties.

He's practically rock solid by the time you reach his length. You place your fingers around him, stroking up and down painstakingly slow, until his hips are bucking up into your hand. Leaning back down, you place a soft kiss on his tip before trailing your tongue up and down, spreading his pre-cum.

You know what he needs, and don't want to leave him waiting any longer, so you take him into your mouth, going as far as you can.

"That's it, baby." He moans, his voice hoarse and gravelly.

You relax your jaw and open up your throat, taking him as far as possible and holding yourself there until you need to come up for breath, slowly lifting your head, but never fully removing his cock from your mouth. Your movements are slow, but sloppy, taking the time to trace your tongue along the veins in his cock. You love the way he writhes beneath you. How you have to hold his thighs in place. The gentle pants he lets out, your name on his tongue.

"Fuck, you're good at that," he practically whispers. The approval is all that is needed to send wetness flooding to your core.

Your movements speed up, testing the waters. You take note of how his body reacts to certain techniques and make an effort to repeat them.

"Baby, shit...stop," he pants and you look up at him, worried. "I need to fuck you." Relief floods over him. For a moment, you were scared he was having second thoughts. You release his cock from your mouth with an obscene 'pop', and crawl back up to straddle him again. He plants his hands on your hips and uses his firm grip to flip you under him, taking your lips against his.

The kiss is hot and heavy. It says more than a thousand words ever could. Everything you can't - won't - say to each other, is communicated.

His hands creep down your body, toying with the hem of your panties, but not for long. He pulls them down and you kick them off your ankles, spreading your legs slightly so that he has access you.

His fingers softly run over your clit and you can't help but whimper, somewhat pathetically. You're so desperate for him. He pushes one finger inside you, slowly followed by another, and he gasps when he feels how soaked you are for him. You impatiently wait for him to speed up his movements but he moves painstakingly slow, stretching you gently around his fingers.

You begin to beg and grind up into his touch. "Javier, please."

"Be patient, hermosa." He soothes. Normally you'd expect sarcasm or teasing, but this time he is being sincere with you.

He removes his fingers from you, leaving you temporarily empty. Though before you can complain, you feel his tip lining up at your entrance. Taking his time, he pushes inside you until he can't go any further.

You never get used to the stretch. He fits inside you so well.

He begins to move, and you let out a breath you didn't even realise you were holding. There's something different in the atmosphere as he thrusts in and out of you, kissing you sweetly.

You lift your legs up and wrap them around his back, wanting him deeper inside you. Wanting him closer. You want every single possible inch of skin to be touching his.

It feels intimate and emotional as he places one hand on your thigh to keep you pressed against him, and the other slips behind your neck to lift your body up closer to his. You both rock your hips, settling on a pace, not too fast but not too slow. You both need this to last as long as possible.

His moves are steady, and you can feel yourself coming closer to climax, even just from penetration. But he knows what you need, and removes the hand on your thigh to tease your clit. His thrusts remain the same, somewhat gentle, but his fingers are much more rough on your clit.

"Oh, Javier," you let out. "Fuck!"

"It's okay, baby," he whispers into your neck, his head buried in your hair. "Come on."

You feel that familiar sensation building up, about to reach it's climax. You're no longer aware of your surroundings, only your pleasure. Javier is whispering praises to you, but you can't focus on them. One thrust is all you need to send you toppling over the edge, crying out his name.

In your state of pure bliss, it starts to hit you. The reality of the situation. Your eyes swell with tears, you're not sure if it's from the pleasure or your despair. Either way, you bury your face into the crook of Javier's neck, not wanting him to see the tears that are now rolling down your face.

He fucks you through your orgasm, removing his fingers from your clit as to not overstimulate you. Once you've come down, all you can focus on is finding that high again. Finding anything that can stop you facing reality.

You begin to kiss Javier's neck, nibbling ever so slightly and he caresses your hair.

"I need more, Javi." You say, knowing that he wants to fuck you for as long as you can take.

He doesn't say anything, he simply starts his movements up again, relighting that fire deep in your loins.

"Fuck me hard," you whimper. He has every intention of doing that, but before he does, he gently grabs your cheek to pull your face away from his neck. His heart aches when he sees the tears on your face, and you try to avoid eye contact with him. You need him to fuck you roughly and take your mind off everything.

Gripping your jaw, he pushes your head back down on the pillow beneath you, pressing a sensitive kiss onto your cheek, tasting the salt of your tears.

Then, without warning, that's when he does what you ask. He begins to thrust in and out of you with all the power he has, and the cries that you let out are obscene.

"Javi.." you mumble, "Fuck, Ja-...oh please." You don't know what you're saying. Your mind isn't functioning, which is exactly what you wanted.

He places a hand around your throat, not choking you, but simply squeezing tight enough to keep you in place. His other hand sneaks around your waist, lifting you up to meet each and every one of his long, hard thrusts.

"Baby, fuck," he says as you gasp and moan beneath him.

He kisses you sloppily, needing to be physically connected to you in every way possible. You let him take charge as he pounds into you, and you thrust your hips up with every beat.

You quickly feel your orgasm building yet again as he finds a pace that works for the both of you.

"Harder," you mumble, quickly slipping into a moan as his fingers work back to your clit.

"There you go." He praises, as you clench around him with the contact to your clit.

The hand on your neck wanders down, grasping at your breasts almost desperately. The way he handles you is rough - painful - but in the best way possible. He rolls your nipple through his fingers, pinching, then goes back to squeezing and clawing at your flesh. All the while, your mind is growing fuzzier and fuzzier as you reach your peak.

"Javi, I'm-" you croak.

"I know, cariño," he soothes. "You're taking it so well."

You wrap your arms around his back, squeezing tightly and likely leaving nail marks on his back as he gives one last push, toppling you over the edge.

You call out his name like it's the only word you know. In that moment, it might as well be. He fully consumes you. He's all you know.

The next thing you know, he's pulling out and you feel his warmth spill all across your stomach and thighs. Such a small, meaningless thing makes you feel special. Like he's marking you.

You finally relax into the sheets, flopping your body weight down as Javier rolls next to you.

You eyelids flutter heavily as you feel sleep dawning on you, so you're grateful when Javier gets up to grab a cloth and clean you up. However, it's evident he's not done with you yet when he lays back down next to you and starts to softly trail his fingers across your skin, kissing your clavice.

"I want to memorise every detail of your body," he whispers into your ear and you whimper slightly. You're already so sensitive from being fucked with so much passion, so his touch sets your skin on fire.

He takes his sweet time, tongue exploring every inch of your being. He leaves marks and bruises all across your chest, biting and then softly licking and kissing to soothe your skin. He worships your breasts as your hands entwine in his hair.

Eventually, his mouth reaches where he has so recently fucked, tracing his tongue along your inner thigh towards your centre. Your hips buck when his tongue reaches your clit, so he grabs your thighs and pushes you into the mattress. He's aware of how sensitive you are, so he doesn't involve his fingers, but his mouth is enough to drive you crazy.

He laps at you hungrily, intent on memorising the taste of you. Memorising the way you squirm beneath him at every one of his movements.

He sucks on your clit, kisses it and swirls his tongue around it. He fucks you with his tongue. All of it building you up to another orgasm. It doesn't take long.

Your legs squeeze around his head and he elicits crude sounds from you and he revels in that feeling. He can tell you're close from how wet you're getting, and he makes sure to lap up every last drop. Finally, you reach your peak and your orgasm rips through your body, blinding you as you tell Javier's name, tears rolling down your face and smudging your mascara. In all the time you've spent with Javi, you've never felt pleasure quite like this. Knowing that you'll never see each other again has only made things a hundred times more passionate.

He lays next to you and wraps a single arm around you, wanting to be close to you, but not wanting to create anything too intimate, scared for both of your feelings.

"Fuck," he says panting heavily.

"I'm going to struggle to find a replacement," you joke, Javi chuckling at it. But neither of you find it funny. It's all a front, stopping you from facing your emotions.

Before you can exchange any more words, sleep consumes you. It's no surprise: you're exhausted, both physically and mentally. And despite all the emotional turmoil, you get the deepest night's sleep you've had in a long time.

When morning comes, you're awaken by light creeping through the thin hotel curtains. You turn over to find the bed cold and empty next to you. He's gone. On a plane, probably half way to Texas by now.

You think to yourself how it's for the better that he didn't say goodbye with words. That you had that night together and then he left without saying anything. But you can't force yourself to truly belief that.

You'll never know if you really do love him, offer if he just temporarily filled a void. All you know is that you're alone again.

#Spotify #javier pena fic #javier pena x you #javier peña #pedro pascal #pedro pascal smut #narcos #javier peña x female reader #lana del rey

[charleslebatman]

I have a hot take/unpopular opinions about Alex as someone who loves gossip but doesn't want to fuck Charles (I like my men older and less perfect) and isn't jealous of anyone dating him.

I don't have an issue with Alex going to races or not going (apart from her weird half hiding half posing for cameras thing) but the lengths people will go to prove she's this loving gf who just wants to be private and support her bf is crazy. Nothing about this relationship is normal and has never been normal. It's off and it's okay to admit it's off.

She shouldn't have said anything about why she wasn't at Monza because it just looks bad on her part, she doesn't owe an explanation on why she's not at a race, she shouldn't help grow the flaming rumors and theories by responding either. (It was obvious that her friends tiktok was "staged" because Alex was seen viewing a gossip page story about breakup rumors literally hours before that tiktok) Let the rumours fly, they'll die off the second you're spotted with him again there's no need to respond. If you weren't looking at gossip pages you wouldn't known they exist, quit caring so much about other people's opinions on your relationship.

She needs to stay truly private and quit looking at wag pages because her responses makes people feel entitled to her life and they have and will dig for more details. Her friends studying tiktok did nothing but ignite rumours and made people dig through her school files. Before they were publicly official she'd respond to gossip page questions using her bios, one of which was her flags and age and people went through her family tree etc because she gave them so much help by sharing that private information.

Or she needs to drop the privacy act and understand that dating a public figure means you don't get the privilege of privacy and keeping things to yourself is just going to make people dig and find what you're hiding. She needs to do herself a favour and not interact with fanpages or gossip pages because she's basically giving people the greenlight to search. You can't be private if you're appearing at very public events with your well known boyfriend and you can't be minding your own business if you purposely check in on how much people have dug up about you. She needs to focus on her school and use her boyfriends job to score free trips to see art around the world instead of wasting time reading gossip and trying to act like someone she's not.

I'll use Oscar's gf as an example, she's dating a public figure and whilst her accounts aren't all private she's kept her private info to herself whilst still sharing what she wants to share. Yes Oscar isn't as popular as Charles but Lily is someone who's kept her privacy because she's not fueling gossip by responding to nosy people, she's kept her privacy by controlling what she shares and what she doesn't, it's enough to satisfy gossip pages and doesn't give too much away. She goes to gps and does paddock walk with Oscar (something Alex hasn't which i have thoughts on) and she still kept private, she went to some big events for Oscar and Mclaren and still stayed private, she doesn't need to hint, she doesn't feel the need to prove they're still together when she's not seen with him, she's nice to fans which is why people don't get rude vibes from her like they do with Alex. (idk if the people saying she was rude were true but the car videos are enough to see she can't even throw a smile at fans to be polite she just sits looking bored or grumpy waiting for Charles to finish meeting fans) It also probably helps that Oscar actually knows his gf's name and acknowledges her without it looking staged.

I swear I'm going to pin this ask, bestie. It's all said here, I can almost even leave after this. ❤️

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[sanjisprincesswifey]

Hey there! For your finals week event, may I please request prompt 13 ("i don't need anyone else! i just need...you... you're all i need"), with Zoro? She/her pronouns. :) thank you!

note: well of course! some zoro fluff coming right up for you! :)

♡: female reader. 1,100+ words. sfw content.

“zoro, what the hell did you do now?”

sanji’s bitter tone had the swordsman grimacing where he stood, darting his gaze behind him to where sanji was drawing closer.

immediately ignoring him, zoro continues on the path down the busy street not even bothering to slow his pace. sanji grumbles, pulling the wagon full of groceries behind him even faster to catch up.

“i just saw y/n out walking by herself! why aren’t you shopping with her? didn’t she ask you to go with her?” sanji asks, biting back a more hurtful attitude.

zoro can feel the vein in his forehead popping, sanji never knew when to mind his damn business when it came to you. “she said it was okay,” is all zoro says before entering a small swords shop, browsing their collection.

as always, sanji doesn’t know when to take a hint and follows him in. “so you just left her? you’ve been her boyfriend for how long and you still ditch her every chance you get?” sanji growls, his own jealousy interlacing in.

“if you want to fight about it, we can fight about it,” zoro bites back, his hand flying to his hip.

“i don’t need to fight you. when sweet y/n-swan dumps you for treating her so badly, she’ll have no choice but to realize that i am everything she needs and come running into my open loving arms.” sanji smiles, quickly making his way to the exit.

the thought alone has zoro feeling queasy.

sanji was always at your beck and call, just as he was for every pretty girl that crossed his path. but the minute you announced your relationship with zoro, it was like a switch flipped in sanji’s brain.

suddenly he was more doting, charming, and obsessive than he had ever been.

you were always quick to assure zoro that he was the guy for you, and even when it was met with an avoidant blushing mess of a boyfriend, you would giggle and love him just the same.

zoro exits the store, making sure that sanji was actually gone, and follows the path he had seen you take earlier that day. maybe he should’ve just stuck with you today, maybe sanji wouldn’t have been up his ass so much, sticking his nose where it didn’t belong.

“damnit, where the hell did she—” the sight before him causes him to stop in his confused tracks.

sanji hands you a bouquet of flowers, smiling widely down at you as you mirror his expression, accepting the gift right away. he wastes no time guiding you through the busy street, his hand finding the small of your back.

zoro stands there, his chest feels weirdly tight, almost as if he could faint. he watches you walk in the opposite direction until you’re out of sight, lost within the sea of people with that stupid cook.

after a couple of wrong turns and dead ends, zoro finds his way back to the sunny, not bothering to acknowledge his crewmates on the way in. he lightly knocks on the door to the infirmary, hearing a quiet, ‘come in’ in response.

“well your heart and lungs sound good. maybe you’re experiencing a bit of heat stroke symptoms, you should lay down for a while just to be safe,” chopper advises, his stethoscope roaming over zoro’s bare chest.

“you’re welcome to stay here, i’ll have y/n stop by to check on you soon!” chopper smiles, hauling his backpack over his shoulder and leaving the room before zoro can protest to a single word.

he sighs, slumping down onto the bed. his chest continued to ache; it was almost unbearable. he had never experienced something like this before, the way this pain felt was strange.

his mind flashes back to the image of you and sanji together from earlier; how that idiot smiled at you, it made zoro sick.

a light tap against the door and zoro peaks his eye open, your silhouette stands in the doorway, the sun from outside highlighting your frame.

“chopper? are you in? i have—zoro?” you question, seeing your boyfriend sprawled out on the infirmary's bed. “what are you doing here? are you hurt?”

zoro’s jaw clenches when he sees the flowers from earlier still in your hand, turning over so he’s facing the wall. “i’m fine,” he blankly states, “just a little tired is all.”

for a moment there’s silence and pain in his chest grows at the thought of you leaving him alone. but then the bed dips underneath the shifting of weight and you place your hand on his arm, rubbing your thumb soothingly in a circular motion. “anything i could help with?” you sweetly propose.

he glances back at you, your eyes bright and big, just as they always were. “no,” he plainly whispered, “can you just leave me alone?”

but you know better.

you situate yourself on the bed so you’re able to get a better look at his face; he’s tense, almost aggravated about something. “you’re a bad liar,” you reply.

he knows that you see right through him, he could never lie to you. zoro sits up, refusing to make eye contact, his arms folded over his chest as he lets out a heavy breath. “why are we together y/n?” his voice is quiet, almost incomprehensible, but you heard every word. “what?”

the question itself is not what shocks you, it’s the fact that he is the one asking it. but he won’t ask again, and you know that.

you hold out your hand counting out your answers, “well because we love each other, and we make each laugh—”

zoro shakes his head, “no, i mean…” he bites the inside of his cheek, “what if you needed someone else…more than me?” he admits, his cheeks-stained red.

your laughter cannot be contained as you almost fall off the bed, your sound echoing off the walls of the room. zoro flinches, annoyed and embarrassed that you’d react in such a way to this.

“what’s so funny?!” he yells, watching your face turn bright red just like his, but for a different reason.

“i don’t need anyone else…” you say in between fits of laughter, “i just need…you.” tears stream down your face, pain in your side growing stronger, “you’re all i need,” you finally say as you regain calmness.

zoro stares at you in disbelief, but he can feel the pain alleviating in his chest as you pull him in for a quick peck. he smiles for the first time all day before noticing the flowers from before.

“then who are those flowers for?” he adds, pretending to be nonchalant about them.

“chopper! it’s the anniversary of him joining the crew today,” you smile, watching his mouth form an ‘o’ shape.

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[heottokes]

𝐚𝐜𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞. 62. say yes

acquiesce v. to accept something reluctantly but without protest. two strangers are trying to rewrite their story that was already written for them but to do that they need each other. yoongi needs y/n to keep his only dream alive and y/n needs yoongi to keep her secret hidden. so the two strangers form an unlikely alliance of playing pretend.

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Yoongi’s grandfather welcomes you to his home warmly. The house was quiet unlike the first and last time you visited. You followed him outside where he was sitting before you came over. A half played baduk laid out on the floor. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” He asks as he sits back down. He gestures for you to sit across from him, and you follow while Yoongi sits in between the two of you.

“We wanted to visit you before we make our summer break plans.” Yoongi explains. His grandfather only nods as he continues the game. He moves his piece and gestures for your turn. As you contemplate your move, Yoongi continues. “Did you hear? About Jack Trader?” His grandfather hums while watching your move. “Did you have anything to do with it?”

You both turn your attention to Yoongi. You look at him with shock and confusion at his insinuation. His grandfather laughs. “Why do you think I would have anything to do with it?”

“He has managed to get away with it for this long. Bribing and extorting his way out of it. All of a sudden, he resigns. And there’s a whistleblower coming forward that’s not going to be silenced?”

Yoongi’s grandfather makes his next move and crosses his arms. “And if I did have something to do with it?”

You pause seeing Yoongi’s apprehension. “Why would you do that?” He sighs frustrated. “I didn’t ask you to do that, and I don’t want to owe you anymore than I already do.”

“The moment I met y/n, your debt to me was gone.” Yoongi’s shoulders relax and a look of shock covers his face. “The moment I knew you were willing to give up your dreams for her sake, I knew it was love.” Yoongi couldn’t help the blush that took over his face. You smile sheepishly as well. “I would have done anything for your grandmother; the love of my life. She always wanted to me retire early and travel with her. I wanted to keep working even though I love her. I eventually did and we spent time together like we always talked about. But now she’s gone, I realised I didn’t leave enough time.” His voice was soft and melancholic. His gaze somewhere far away. “How can I hold it against you when it was for love?” The words Yoongi wanted to say didn’t come out. He grew up knowing his grandfather as the toughest person he knew. Harsher and colder than his parents. Unforgiving and unrelenting. He never gave special treatment. He never bent the rules. Yoongi grew up disappointing him. He wanted Yoongi to continue as his father’s heir. Follow through the family business. When Yoongi asked for his help, he wasn’t surprised when he asked for what he would get in return, once a businessman always a businessman. It didn’t surprise Yoongi when he said he wanted him to intern under his father so he could take over the business. But now, he’s changed his mind? No, he has a change of heart. Yoongi finds it hard to believe. “I don’t want to have any more regrets when it comes to you, Yoongi.” His grandfather continues seemingly reading his mind. “I don’t want to ruin any more of my relationships. I don’t want to only leave my money and business behind. I don’t want you to live a life you don’t want.” Yoongi tears up at how his grandfather speaks about his life. How he acknowledges his limited time.

“Thank you; for everything.” The two hug for the first time in a long time.

━━━☆

“So now that we’re all graduated, what’s next?” Namjoon asks the group. After the graduation ceremony, everyone celebrated with their own classmates. Then, celebrated with their families after. The entire group only had time to meet up a couple of weeks after. “I got a job with a not-for-profit that focuses on mental health issues.”

“That’s so cool, Joon!” Adora commends Namjoon as did everyone else.

“I already signed with a label.” Hyewon says not surprising anyone. Everyone congratulated her as she raised her beer as a thanks.

You all sat in a circle on foldable chairs. The sea breeze refreshing as you dig your feet in the sand. The small bonfire is the main source of light. “Hobi hooked us up under his parents’ label.” Jungkook answered.

“I already booked some gigs for magazines and fashion week.” Taehyung informed proudly.

“I’m shadowing my dad for a couple months before I get an official position in his company.” Jin says. “What about you two?” Jin directs the question to you and Yoongi who are the last ones to answer.

Everyone went around talking about their plans and futures, but you stayed quiet. You hadn’t thought about it. Your parents most likely already planned for you to work with them. Yoongi hadn’t told you his plans either. “Paris,”

“Paris?” You and the entire group repeated Yoongi’s answer in shock.

He looks at you with a boyish smile. “Wanna go to Paris?” You were flustered and butterflies swirled around in your stomach. “I know, we haven’t discussed it, but we should get away just the two of us. Before we get busy with this new chapter of our lives.” You couldn’t contain your smile ignoring everyone’s comments about the romance. “What do you say?”

“Yes,”

━━━☆

“I never thought I would be in Paris.” You sigh dreamily as you look at the city lights.

“Jin mentioned you wanted to take Joon here when we got back from our trip. Sorry, you’re here with me instead.” You laughed at his apology.

“Are you kidding?” You close the distance between the two of you and lay your hand on his chest. “There’s no one else I’d rather be here with than you. I just meant Joon would appreciate this city.” He hums placing his hand on top of yours. “I can’t believe you still remember that. That was like three years ago?”

“I remember everything about you.” Your heart swells at his affection. You couldn’t help but think about how far the two of you have come. From sitting awkwardly across each other, plotting your lies and forced interest to sitting on a balcony overlooking the Eiffel Tower and confessing your mutual love for each other like it was the first time. “What are your plans when we get back?”

You sigh replacing your hand on his chest with your head. He wraps his arm around you, and you take in the scenery in front of you. “I don’t know. I’m surprised my parents haven’t told me what my plans are.” You chuckle at their odd behaviour. Did they have a change of heart like Yoongi’s grandfather? You didn’t want to even entertain the idea and give you a gleam of hope. But if they did, you didn’t know where you would start. Going back to esreservations was not an option. You will keep in touch with Hyori, but you don’t want to put yourself and the people you care about in danger again. “What about you?”

“I still have until the end of this year until the lease on my studio is up. Probably work on new music, release and promote it, and get signed by a label.” You nod solemnly. Everyone knows what they’re doing but you. As if he read your thoughts, Yoongi squeezed your shoulder. You look up at him and he gives you a smile. “Let’s call your parents tomorrow, ask them if they have any plans for you. If they do, we can talk about if you want to do it.” You laugh at the idea. Saying no to your parents? That would be a first. “If they don’t, then we’ll figure it out together.”

“That sounds nice.” For once in your life, you made a decision for yourself. You outweighed the risks against the benefits and took a leap of faith. For once, you didn’t have a plan. You broke the rules. You went against everything you knew and believed in. It turned out to be the best thing you ever did. Because of it, you met Yoongi. You found your people and made unbreakable bonds with them. Because of it, you are in love and are experiencing moments to remember for the rest of your life. Because of it, you know there is no need to worry. The best things come without any plan or calculation. The best things will come if you let it and say yes. The best things will come because it was always meant to be.

[a/n] ok here it is! the epilogues are out so this means the completed end to acquiesce for good. not sure if anyone will catch onto the callbacks from the previous chapters but if you do, you're amazing :O

thank you so much for reading my series (i know i say this all the time but it is because i truly mean it from the bottom of my heart). i appreciate every single show of love for my writing. love you all and hope you enjoyed this series

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[icarusbetide]

implausible historical scenario: southern alexander hamilton (pt 2: washington's version)

Part 1: Grows up with Lavien, tragic lams version

here's the second scenario that would make southern A. Ham a possibility:

The rumors are true and he actually is Washington's son - I know, I know, I can hear Hamilton rolling in his grave already. But there's a reason the rumors circulated, it's really fucking interesting!

We know for a fact that the real Washington was minding his business 1754-1757, far away from Nevis - but he did go to Barbados with his brother in 1751. Let's pretend that he went back in an impromptu trip or that Lawrence managed to eek out a few more years, so they actually went later than 1751 (Unrelated, but him catching smallpox there + being exposed to Lawrence's tuberculosis might be the reason he was potentially infertile. If so, then the timing works out and doesn't conflict with his inability to have kids with Martha.) Maybe their ship was blown off course or needed some supplies, and stopped at Nevis. For whatever reason (my entertainment), he makes a series of questionable choices. Some people speculate that Alexander might have been the son of Stevens. I personally don't find this likely, but I can switch Stevens with Washington. I can and I did.

There are two main pathways I can see.

The first one most closely matches historical rumors and reality: no southern Hamilton. Washington leaves the West Indies oblivious, Ham comes to NYC, everything plays out the same - but at some point they figure out that he's his dad. People have already written a lot about this, but musical based, and for good reason. There's a lot of angst you can get out of it. Does Washington watch silently as Hamilton courts Elizabeth and is welcomed into the Schuyler family? Does Washington know that his son only had one friend at his own wedding? Worse, does Alexander still view James Hamilton as his dad, and beg him to come while ignoring the general? Do they work together better or worse than they do in reality? The possibilities! Imagine a world where there isn't a Reynolds Pamphlet but there is a Washington Pamphlet where Alexander confesses that he is the illegitimate son of the president after the Democratic Republicans got hold of some information. All of this is extremely soap opera, and almost embarassing in its drama but idc, it's fun.

Second, more divergent one: Yes, Alexander is illegitimate, but they find each other way earlier. It certainly wasn't uncommon for men of Washington's status to have bastards, and some did acknowledge their illegitimate children. Here, he'd be acknowledged, and raised in Virginia with the Custis kids (assuming Martha still marries George in 1759). I find this scenario intriguing for both the personal and political repercussions.

Personal repurcussions: would Hamilton have less issues if he was Washington's kid? Certainly his environment would be more stable, and Washington (given his frustration with a lazy Jacky Custis) would've been proud of such an intelligent, promising boy. People would be less eager to criticize/demean Hamilton (at least to his face), and he wouldn't be insecure in his class or geographical origin. I can also see him learning more political finesse and control if he grew up in Virginian society and with a steady, dedicated father. Would he have worked better with Washington if they were actually an acknowledged father-son relationship? Would Washington have planned to give Mount Vernon to him, since the Custis children already have their inheritance?

Now, if we assume that Hamilton’s policies remain constant, then his opponents lose even more major weapons than the Lavien world: perceived preference for the north and background. But then it also complicates Washington's legacy as general and president. Some historians argue that Washington having no perceived biological heir had some role in the trust people placed in him. If people know that Hamilton is his son, illegitimate or not, who has followed him through the war and into government, that's going to cause uneasiness. Maybe even do more damage to Washington's reputation than any real-life accusations of monarchy ever did, because this one actually has some weight. Ironically, it could be that this forces Alexander to be out of the running for the Secretary of Treasury position - having to work in the shadows, because the country is suspicious of anything and everything that looks like a king. More resentment!

But what if his beliefs do change? We get to see a Hamilton with connections to the south, just like the Lavien universe, but on crack. Because now his guardian isn’t just any southerner, he’s George Washington. It’s likely that just like Washington, going through the war would end up with him being a nationalist. But economically? If he didn't get that experience as a clerk in the West Indies (the period he said was the most educational of his life), or as an assistant to his merchant half-brother, then would he have the knowledge/insight to create his financial plan? Washington was on the same page as Hamilton, but Hamilton was doing the actual system-building. Going further, maybe growing up at Mt. Vernon happily and having only faint, distasteful memories of his tragic childhood in the West Indies actually makes him rear away from reminders of that life - maybe he has a fondness for agrarian lifestyle and lounging by trees reading philosophy, and an inherent dislike of merchants, business opportunists like james hamilton, trading, commerce. Maybe, god forbid, he ends up thinking a lot like Jefferson.

Who knows? A young Virginian Hamilton who has very close ties and pride connected to his country, meets an idealistic Thomas Jefferson and goes: "You are my role model and now I will emulate everything about you." People forget that Jefferson was 12 - 14 years older than Hamilton, it’s possible! The two didn’t hate each other right away! I can see them in this world bonding over Virginia and their intellect - perhaps, even if Hamilton veers towards being a nationalist, the lack of dispute on financial matters is enough for them to maintain a good relationship. There's even a possibility that Hamilton, like Madison, is a nationalist and writes the Federalist Papers but switches to the Jeffersonian side once Jefferson comes back. Certainly Madison and Jefferson would spend a lot of time trying to convince their wayward, fellow Virginian friend. Imagine a world where Washington is the biggest federalist and opposing his own son, who is in cahoots with a different Virginian in undermining his own presidency.

*Pats improbable scenario: this baby pumps out so much melodrama.

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[au-starss]

𝗗𝗮𝘆 𝟭𝟳 - 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁!

𝗔 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝘄𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝟮𝟰 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗺𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴!

𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗲𝘂𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗹

𝗔 𝗿𝗼𝘆𝗮𝗹 𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀 𝘄/ 𝗔𝘆𝗮𝘁𝗼

—

𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝟭𝟳. 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗺 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿; 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝘆𝗮𝘁𝗼! 𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆! 𝗶 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗺

𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝗯𝗶𝗼 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀

“Thank you all for coming! Let the festivities commence!”

The chatter among the audience continued, and Ayato finally let out the breath he didn’t realise he was holding. He was so tired of this holiday ball his father insisted was thrown. But this wasn’t how he wanted to spend his Christmas. He wanted to spend it with someone else.

The Kamisato approached his father, pretending to seem drowsy. “Father, it appears I feel absolutely terrible. Mind if I go take a rest until I feel better?”

His father was far too busy speaking with his associates to even acknowledge his son’s words. He simply waved him off after laughing with the other men. Ayato resisted the urge to roll his eyes, instead silently leaving the main hall.

He swiftly walked through the corridors of the castle, avoiding most of his staff. Fortunately for him, his room was close by. He made it there in no time and slipped inside quietly.

And there you were, in all your glory.

You were staring out the window of his room, admiring the garden below. You were growing tired, but needed to stay awake. Ayato was kind enough to sneak you in here. You couldn’t fall asleep before you spent time together. 

“My love,” Ayato spoke, grabbing your attention.

You turned at the sound of your lover’s voice, hopping down and running towards him. He caught you with a laugh the second you made it to him. Ayato held you close to him in a hug, scared of letting go, even for a second.

“I missed you..”

Ayato sighed, planting a kiss on your head. “I know, darling. I got out of the ball as soon as I could.”

The two of you stayed in your embrace a little while longer, basking in the warmth of the reunion. You wish things didn’t have to be this way. Being in a  relationship with the prince of Inazuma wasn’t an ideal situation. 

You were merely a commoner; your status was nowhere near his own. You met only by coincidence, but he couldn’t resist you. That’s what led you to Ayato proposing he sneak you into the castle on Christmas Eve to spend time together. The ball the king decided to throw was merely an inconvenience between your plans.

“I have a present for you,” Ayato says, pulling you from your thoughts. “Come, I’ll give it to you now.”

Your embrace breaks and he leads you to sit on his bed. Ayato pulls out a beautifully decorated box from his nightstand, handing it to you with a smile on his face.

You unwrap the box, opening the gift inside. It was a small jewelry box, and inside that was a gorgeous watch. Looking closer, it seemed to even have brilliant diamond gemstones encrusted in it. You knew this gift was not cheap.

“Oh Ayato.. It’s absolutely gorgeous.” You mutter, eyes showing your shock.

Ayato chuckles, sitting next to you with an arm around your waist. “Look on the inside of the band.”

You did as he said, seeing yours and Ayato’s initials on it. The year was underneath, and beautiful designs of stars sprung out from the words. It only made the piece even more stunning in your eyes.

You lean into your lover’s touch, still admiring the gift. “Thank you, dear. You didn’t need to get me such an extravagant gift.”

“I needed to gift you with something as stunning as you are.”

Your lover helps you put on the watch soon after. Once it’s on, you let him know that you also had a gift for him. Handing him the bag you had, you were nervous to see his reaction. You and your family didn’t come from much, so you couldn’t buy anything big. So, you bought him flowers, preserved to last for years. It was flowers from the garden where you first met. They were accompanied by a specially written note by you. It wasn’t much, but you hoped it was enough to convey your love to him.

Ayato smiled down at the letter as he read it. “This is the best gift I have received.” He says, looking up at you. “Thank you, my love.”

He stands and moves to you, leaning down to kiss you gently. The prince held you close to him with great care, as if he was scared this moment would disappear the second he let go. He loved spending moments like these with you, his one true love. He wanted to stay with you for all of his life.

When Ayato moved to put the flower in a vase, you let out a yawn you were holding back. He hears and laughs gently. “I think it’s past your bedtime, hm?”

“Very funny, Your Majesty.” You respond, rolling your eyes playfully.

The man leads you to lie with him in his bed. Ayato was very well aware that the consequences if you got caught with him would be dire. But he simply chose not to care at the moment. He believes he’s earned the right to lie and cuddle with his lover without worry.

You both get under the covers, holding each other closely. Your head lies in his neck while he plants a kiss on the side of your head, mumbling sweet nothings into your ear.

“I love you..” You mumble, holding him tighter. “So much, ‘Yato..”

The prince chuckles. “I love you more, my darling. May your dreams be sweet and your sleep be refreshing.”

Ayato ensures that you fall asleep before he allows his body to relax. His life was dedicated to protecting you, not ruling his country or serving under his father. The prince wanted to put his heart and soul into your relationship, giving it everything he has.

Excitement seeps through him as he grows tired. Waking up on Christmas Day with you is worth the risk he’s taking by keeping you here.

A wonderful Christmas as a couple is something he will protect for as long as he lives.

𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝗯𝗶𝗼 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀

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[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

tw verbal abuse

not to sound like a redditer but i need some help figuring out if i'm an asshole? or if i'd be an asshole, if i acted on my feelings, i suppose. (you can call me raine)

my dad was verbally abusive to me and several of my siblings on/off for awhile. over a year. and it was something he'd been building toward for awhile. he'd been doing some of the verbally abusive shit to me on/off for a couple years, but it was small enough incidents i didn't really put it together as anything more than him just...being him bc both my parents would brush it off as it just being part of who he was and it being "a joke" or me "provoking" him. but then it got bad. like really bad. it was constant and very very focused in on me. he did it to other siblings as well but mostly me and it was every time he saw me, he would have something to say and it didn't matter who was in the room-my mom would be in the room and say jackshit. the most consequences he ever got for it was my mom lightly saying "be nice" or me telling him to mind his business and leave me alone before i stormed off.

but then it stopped. mostly. that's mostly bc i started cutting him off but the thing is, awhile later, after he stopped, he just started pretending nothing happened. like we were friends again. and that fucked me up a lot-like we used to be really close, he was like my hero growing up, and i was just so fucking confused i let him pretend. he got that spot back in my life. but now that im starting to actually process what he did to me...i don't want him around me. i want him to fuck off. i don't want him pretending he did nothing to me! im still so pissed and so hurt over what he did and the fact he just wants to pretend he never fucking did it and not apologize after all he did. and he could do it again, just as easy, and no one would do anything! my mom would STILL do jackshit and im pissed at her too!

i just. i feel like bc they're both pretending nothing happened i should too. and that it would be mean of me to draw back and put space between us when technically, its been awhile since he was actually mean to me. like, shouldn't i just forgive and forget at this point instead of rehashing old bullshit? i dunno. so. yeah. help? i'd really appreciate ANY thoughts on this, cause, seriously, i'm lost. i just feel like im such an ass being upset when my mom and dad have moved on but. i dunno. he was my hero and he fucking tore me to shreds. and now he's living the same life he was before and i still feel like i'm broken. how am i just supposed to ignore that?

Hi Raine,

I'm so sorry about what you've been through. It's important to remember that your feelings are valid, and it's okay to have complex emotions about the situation.

Please know that your feelings are valid, and it is okay if you don't want to be around him anymore. It's okay to create some distance and establish boundaries. This doesn't mean you have to completely cut him out of your life, but setting limits and protecting yourself from further harm is important. Just because he's seemingly moved on from his behavior doesn't mean you have to. You deserve to have your pain acknowledged. You are NTA and you don't have to forgive him.

If you can access or afford it, a mental health professional such as a therapist can provide a safe space for you to explore your emotions, process the trauma, and help you navigate your relationships. They can also assist you in developing healthy coping strategies and guide you through the healing process.

Please know that healing is a process done at your own pace. Just because others may appear to have moved on doesn't mean you have to follow the same timeline. It's crucial to listen to your own needs, even if it means creating some distance from your dad and seeking support.

I hope I could help, and please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

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[captainderyn]

Fictober Day 1: “I Chose You”

Fandom: LOTRO

Rating: Teen and Up

Warnings: None

Relationship: Wulfwryn & Aragorn (Friendship)

Posted to AO3

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Wulfwryn thought the day the Nazgul stole Amdir from her was the day her world crumbled. Finding Amdir laid, bloody and sickly, on that altar, watching him writhe and rise again in untold evil, ruined her worse than she thought she could be. 

    With the loss of Amdir also came the loss of Strider, as he rode for the Prancing Pony on his own business, leaving her to tie up her loose ends in east Bree-land. 

    Buckland hummed with the soft noise of nightfall. Insects buzzed, fish darted to the surface of the pond she trotted by in a symphony of natural harmony. 

    Lenglinn’s camp rested on a hill above the pond, the dark shadow of his tent alerting her to his exact location despite the darkening sky and deepening shadows. 

    A report was already flowing from her before her horse had fully halted, “Strider says the hobbit with him is known as Underhill, not as Baggins. He sent me back to you to aid however I can, sir.” 

She slid off of her horse, exhaustion taking root in her bones as her feet hit the ground. As she undid the buckles and straps of her horse’s tack, she listened halfheartedly to what she wrongfully assumed would be an acknowledgement and some instruction for the morning. 

“You say that Underhill is with Aragorn?” Lenglinn pulled himself up from the ground, the injury he’d sustained in Chetwood still healing slowly, “I know of no Underhills…I was sent to watch over a hobbit named Baggins. I must assume that is who Aragorn spoke off…” 

His words washed over Wulfwryn, fading into static after that name. That name.

Her fingers fumbled on the straps, sending her saddle’s girth flopping to the ground.

“Who do you mean, Aragorn?” she asked numbly, “Strider gave you those orders.”

Lenglinn trailed off, blinking owlishly at her for a long moment. 

“Who do you mean Aragorn?” she repeated with more force, “The man I know has gone only by Strider!” 

If he was…if that name. Cold was washing over her despite the heat of the fire pulsing beside them. If for two months now she’d walked right beside the very man she’d abandoned everything to find. Abandoned her posting, her family, her life on the desperate rumor that he still lived. 

“Strider is his name to the common-folk around here.” Lenglinn said slowly, “He has his reasons for secrecy.” 

Wulfwryn slowly nodded, covering her saddle with the saddle blanket and placing the bridle and martingale alongside it with controlled neatness. 

“What else do you have for me to do?” she asked, pressing her lips together. Filing away the news that shook her deep into her bone marrow to deal with later. 

For now, finding the pattern of the Nazgul was what she understood. What she knew. 

Even if she felt like she didn’t know anything at all. 

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Barlim Butterbur must’ve seen something in Wulfwryn’s face as she breezed through the door of the Prancing Pony, for he didn’t offer her a lick of food or drink. Instead he gestured towards the stairs and muttered, “Strider’s up there.” 

 As she stormed up the stairs, pausing at Striders familiar door, Wulfwryn couldn’t decide what emotion caused her hands to quiver and her mind to run in circles. 

She pushed open the door and made sure it closed tightly behind her. 

“Wulfwryn!” Aragorn greeted her, pausing when he saw her stormy expression. 

“You knew.” Her voice wavered despite her best attempts to keep it steady, “You listened to me talk about where I came from and you hid from me.” 

Understanding dawned overAragorm and he squeezed his eyes closed, “Tell me, did Lenglinn slip?” 

“You’re Aragorn, son of Arathorn.” Wulfwryn’s voice dropped, drifting somewhere in the gray between awe and pain, “My rightful king. And you hid.” 

“I am not!” He was quick to respond, but grit his teeth at the bite in his words, “I do not embrace that side of my history, my so-called destiny.” 

All of the time she’d questioned whether abandoning her post, her duty, her people, was the right decision was finally falling into place in sweet validation. She realized then that it was not an emotion that caused her to shake, but sheer emotion. A culmination of years worth of hopeless wandering and barely reputable leads. 

It didn’t matter if he threw away the crown, refusing to bear the weight that it carried. 

    Her knee hit the ground and she bowed her head, hands coming to rest on the pommel of her sword. She hadn’t taken this fealty pose since she’d been sworn on to the guardianship of the White City. 

    “Wulfwryn,” Aragorn insisted, a flustered edge taking hold of his words. He backed up a step, “This is unnecessary. I am no king to Gondor.” 

    She shook her head, “I don’t care about that.” she clenched her fingers tighter to stop their quaking, “If I had known…I left the place I was sworn to protect, on the desperate hope that somewhere you were still out there, a hope that one day the White City would gleam again.” 

    Aragorn’s hand was gentle on her arm, tugging her until she stood.

    “I cannot be that.” he said softly, “But your dedication is admired, my friend.” 

    “I don’t care about Gondor.” Wulfwryn repeated, though it wasn’t exactly true, somewhere in her heart she still cared deeply for the White City that had raised her.     She continued, “I looked at the corruption running rampant in the city and I chose to pursue rumors and hope that Aragorn, son of Arathorn, was still out there. And you are. I chose you, as your loyal soldier, your loyal guard, and now, upon pure accident, your friend. I intend to hold that same loyalty through whatever murky path lies ahead.” 

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[starsxblazing]

You're Losing Me (Part Two)

A/N: Yet another piece that broke my heart and left me crying

Summary: The struggle of the aftermath of your death begins and leads you a new path in life

Warnings: talk of suicide, angst.

Azriel x Reader

Part 1 - Part 3

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Azriel was unable to move from his spot on your couch where Rhysand had forced him to move to. He was covered in your blood from where he had held your lifeless body and cried until there was nothing left to give. Through his haze, he noticed that Amren was the only one who seemed calm enough to handle all of the business at hand even though his brothers’ were trying to stay strong. Rhysand had ordered Feyre to return home when she came bursting through the door in a panic because he didn’t want her seeing the sight.

The image of you laying in a pool of your own blood, a knife on the floor beside you, was one that he would never be able to wash from his mind. His mind replayed every single argument that had happened between the two of you and it only made him feel even worse by the second. You had done everything in your power to save the relationship but he had pushed you to the side and taken you for granted.

It only led to you spiraling in your depression that he hadn’t had the decency to acknowledge. He was the reason that the entire family was hurting because he was the one that had led you to taking your own life. If he wasn’t such a spineless coward, he would have done the same already, the empty void, the emptiness of you, was the only thing that he could feel as he stared blankly at the wall across from him.  

“You need to leave.” Rhys was squatting in front of him but Azriel could barely process what was saying, only noticing the stern and disapproving glare etched on the High Lord’s face. “We’ve got it from here.”

“I can’t just leave her-”

“There is no reason to care now.” Rhysand’s eyes narrowed in on him and it was then that he noticed the tears lining his eyes. “You said the Cauldron was wrong and I guess you were right. You’re free to fuck anyone you want now without repercussions.”

“I only want her! There has to be-”

“She took her own life, Azriel.” Hearing the words out loud had a broken whimper escaping him. “We’ve watched your neglect and your relationship falling apart. We are just as much to blame for not intervening but ultimately, you were the breaking point.”

Azriel had nothing to say to that since he knew it was true. There would be no comfort or reassurance from any of them and he would be left alone to deal with his betrayal on his own. Unable to take the scent of your blood paired with the emptiness of the bond, he did as his brother said and took to the skies.

“You’re lucky that they buried you as fast as they did.”

You glanced at Clarissa, your friend from Winter Court, as the two of you stood on the border that led into Autumn. Rubbing the back of your neck, you sighed while hoping that the brand would stop burning at some point. A part of you truly did want to die but a nagging in your gut told you that it was something that you shouldn’t do. Your faked death would allow you to escape to live in peace where you would no longer have to keep watching your mate love someone else.

“They’re probably glad to be rid of me,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes even though they started to fill with tears yet again. “If it wasn’t for you, I’d be dead for real.”

“I hope you managed to make a plan after all of this because if they catch wind-”

“If I have any say in it, they won't. I'm perfectly happy to live in complete solitude at this point.”

They both knew that wandering into Autumn Court territory was a huge gamble but it was the only way to escape. You intended to escape all of the way into the far edges of the human lands so that you wouldn’t be found but the plan had failed just as soon as you crossed the border once Clarissa disappeared. You were instantly surrounded by mounted guards and froze while wondering if you were truly going to die this time. A tsk coming from behind the soldiers sounded before the heir of the Autumn Court strode forward.

“Word is that you��re dead,” Eris started, a mischievous smirk on his face. “But it seems as if that isn’t the case.”

“I would prefer if the information stayed that way.” You eyed the guards behind him. “But I guess you have every right to drag me straight to your father or back to Night Court.”

“They will not say a word about what they have seen,” he assured, turning towards them to look between all of them. “Leave us. You saw nothing.”

The guards nodded and did as told. Once they were out of sight, Eris began walking but stopped when you hadn’t moved. The look on his face told you enough that he was waiting somewhat patiently before you decided to take the chance.

“You leading me to my true death, Vanserra?” you asked in a somewhat mocking tone.

“Now is that any way to speak to the one that is helping you?” he asked with an amused chuckle.

“Well, where are you taking me?”

“Somewhere that no one knows about so you can explain what in the hell is going on.”

He chuckled again when you huffed. Your legs were tired and burning but you kept silent until a small cabin deep in the woods came into view. You couldn’t help your curiosity when you stepped inside of the small cottage that felt oddly homely. A fire started in the fireplace with a snap of his fingers as soon as you both crossed the threshold.

“Now, I can easily give you safe harbor here if that is what you need.” He crossed a leg over the other, a picture of true cockiness despite the somewhat gentle expression that he was giving you. “But I would first like an explanation why a member of the Night Court who is allegedly dead is now in mine.”

“That is no longer my court,” you scoffed while you took a seat in a chair across from him.

“Sources vary about your death. Some say it was a fight but a small handful of others say that you killed yourself but here you are. Alive and seemingly well.”

“I’m the furthest thing from ‘well.’”

You sighed when he did nothing but remain quiet, waiting patiently for a detailed explanation. Despite the warnings of being cautious around him, you let everything spill from your lips because you needed to release all of it along with your emotions. By the time that you were done, silent tears were rolling down your face.

The more I think about it now, the less I know

All I know is that you drove us off of the road

“So the shadowsinger is your mate and has been cheating on you for months.” Eris’s eyebrows scrunched as he thought more about it. “And a friend of yours branded you so you wouldn’t be able to die from your own hands and keeping your bond seemingly broken before glamouring it.”

“That’s the jist of it,” you muttered, feeling stupid as you heard the words coming from someone else. “Being a High Fae made it possible for the wound to begin to close and my friend’s spell kept my heart beating while also casting an illusion. So here I am.”

“If the High Lord didn’t tell you, my proposal still stands,” he replied with a smirk. 

“I tell you that everyone that was supposed to be my family and kept all of this from me thinks that I’m dead and the second thing that you have to say is a marriage proposal?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him. “Your priorities are astonishing.”

“A male needs a beautiful female at his side when he becomes High Lord.” There was a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I also wouldn’t be opposed to making you my High Lady.”

“I’m supposed to be dead, Eris,” you huffed. “Besides, your father had my entire family killed after they helped me escape. He’ll probably remember me.”

“I will not allow him to hurt you,” he replied in a matter of fact tone, shrugging his shoulders in the process. “You are welcome to stay here for as long as you want. I will supply you with whatever it is that you need in the meantime.”

Your eyebrows rose in surprise as he left without another word and you couldn’t help but wonder if he truly was good deep inside. 

Had me in the palm of your hand

Then why’d you have to go and lock me out when I let you in

As promised, he returned every chance that he could with supplies and kept you company for as long as possible. You hadn’t been able to understand how Azriel had been able to fall in love with someone else but by the time you had been with the heir for six months, you had awoken one morning in his arms and realized that you had done the same. 

“Are you ever going to accept my proposal?” he asked while running his fingers through your hair while he held you close. “I know I offered you as long as you needed here but after six months, I’m more than eager to have you by my side and show you off.”

“What would your father say?” You held his gaze while realizing that you wanted the same. “Wouldn’t you having a bride-to-be concern him since you are next in line?”

“He won’t have a choice,” he answered matter of factly.

Deciding to take the chance on finding a new happiness, you agreed before getting dressed. You followed Eris, hand in hand while trying to calm your nerves. Beron scared you with his cruelness but your new love did nothing but whisper his reassurances during the entire trip. The current High Lord scowled at you as soon as Eris all but dragged you into the throne room.

“I am here to announce that I have found a bride,” Eris started, watching his father closely.

“That thing?” Beron scoffed once he looked you up and down. “You have become as bad as your brother.”

“She is High Fae,” Eris replied coolly, keeping your hand in his while you forced yourself to keep your head high. “I see no issue.”

“You are not-”

“I am.” Eris continued to watch him with determination and caution. “There will be no changing my mind on the manner.”

“We’ll see.”

No sooner than the words left the High Lord, he was lunging at you with a speed that you couldn’t keep up with. There was a hand around your throat before you were slammed into a pillar behind you. You barely heard Eris yell your name while your windpipe began to collapse. Red clouded your vision and the grip on your throat was released. Gasping for breath with a hand over your heart, you looked down to see Eris’s sword through Beron’s back straight into his heart before you lost consciousness. 

All you had to do was stay

Azriel was, surprisingly, allowed to be there for your burial the very next morning and all that he was able to do was cry silently. His heart was shattered and he didn’t know how he was going to live without you by his side. Regret ate at him every second of every day and he locked himself in his old room in the House. He refused to leave, to eat, to do anything except curl up in his bed while wishing you were beside him. Wishing that you were where you were supposed to be. A week went by in his broken stupor before there was finally a knock on his door.

“Hey, Az.” The healer that he had broken his mate for stood in the door, looking up at him hopefully. “I wanted to come check on you.”

“Go. Away,” he growled, narrowing his eyes at her as intimidating as he could. “And stay away from me.”

“But-”

“You can leave willingly or I will throw you off of the balcony myself.”

Her eyes widened in surprise before they filled with tears and she ran away. It didn’t bother him at all that he had made her cry, especially when he realized that he never did love her. His shadows stayed away from him the most that they could but when they were swirling around and covering him in darkness, they screamed at him.

Gone. Gone. Gone.

Why? Why?

Your fault.

Miss her.

Love her.

It was the only thing that they whispered to him on repeat as if they wanted him to hurt as badly as he had hurt you. He had half of a mind to force them to strangle him but he knew that they would refuse so that he would suffer, especially since they had warned him constantly. The broken bond was the most disorienting and painful thing that he had ever endured. Everytime he thought about the emptiness, the harder he broke down with sobs, finally understanding why Feyre had fallen apart when Rhys had died.

Cassian forced him by dragging him out of his room roughly at the two week mark, forcing him to eat before telling him that he needed to leave. Nesta watched him with hardened features, looking as if she was ready to begin a verbal assault that he more than deserved. As if she knew, she remained silent because she wanted him to feel bad.

He was only able to manage a few spoonfuls of the food in front of him before his brother was forcing him out of the House and to the river house to where Rhys was waiting. Due to his lack of strength, it was hard to fly but he pushed through it. When he stepped through the door, he was met with the sight of a red eyed and angry Feyre while Rhysand simply watched him with a mix of fury and disappointment. 

“I have work for you,” Rhys started, not bothering to take him to the office. “It starts immediately.”

Azriel listened half heartedly, nodding when the High Lord was finished and took to the skies yet again. Within three months, he managed to get injuries with every single mission that he was given. The physical pain was welcome because he had hoped that it would mend his shattered soul but it didn’t. Six months passed in the same way and loss of muscle mass and weight was beginning to affect him greatly. He was summoned to the river house where he was sure that he would be cursed for all that he was worth finally but was surprised to find everyone already in the office. A slight emotion akin to curiosity filled him by the many different expressions on the faces of the Inner Circle.

“It’s about time.” Rhysand looked him up and down with a hint of disgust before addressing the others. “I just received word from Eris that his father is dead.”

“The prick finally made a move?” Cassian asked with a noise that was mixed with a scoff and laugh. “It took him long enough. What happened?”

“A sword through his back into his heart,” Rhysand answered, stopping for a moment to think. “Reports are murky at best but most of them lead to a female being involved.”

“His mother?” Mor suggested.

“No.” Rhys shook his head, seemingly trying to figure it all out himself. “I hear that it wasn’t one that resides in the court.”

“Probably a female that he was interested in and Beron saw it as a threat,” Amren mused.

“Eris isn’t the type to be so protective of a female.”

The room fell silent at Feyre’s suggestion but he wasn’t able to keep focus on it. His shadows were taunting him nonstop, not giving him one moment of rest. There were dark bags under his eyes due to his lack of sleep. He didn’t even care enough about himself to worry while he contemplated his own death. It would be easy enough to get himself killed on a mission and he would finally be able to escape the emptiness and pain.

“That means we’re going to check it out?” Cassian’s question brought him back to the present. “Make sure he isn’t plotting anything?”

“Well, of course,” Rhys replied with a hardened expression. “We leave in an hour.”

All you had to do was stay

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