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thehighladywrites · 2 months

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— “Still wanna fuck me, Azzie?”

☀︎ — pairing: nerd/tutor az x bimbo/ditzy/popular reader

☀︎ — summary: you invite your tutor to a movie night and somewhere along the way it ended up with him giving you a facial

☀︎ — warnings: 18+, nsfw, oral (m. receiving), bimbo reader, virginity loss, making out, daddy az showing you what he has learned, getting your pussy pounded, possessive thoughts, jealous thoughts, az telling reader he wants to eat her out, rhys and cass make a cameo!

☀︎ — amara’s note: sorry for the wait, the smut was killing me but i hope you enjoy hookers!!

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”Ahh, yes, oh my god!! Fuck me harder daddy, I’m gonna cum!!! Yes, yes, yesss!!!!”

Azriel slammed his laptop shut and stared at the wall, his face burning with a deep flush, dick stirring, and heart pounding.

Was this really how sex was supposed to be like? He had looked up ‘sex tutorial’ and clicked on the first link, which led him to a dark and inviting porn website. A million flashing signs about nearby milfs and pills to enlarge his dick by atleast 5 inches decorated the screen.

He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something about the situation felt incredibly sketchy. Especially with the video he was currently watching; ‘cute next-door-neighbor gets fucked by handsome mailman.’

The theatrical moans and exaggerated expressions felt forced, fake and unreal. Even tho Azriel had never had a women under him, he wasn't naive enough to believe that any of it was genuine.

He huffed out a sigh and undressed to take a much needed cold shower. Your movie night plans were later this night and he wanted to make sure he atleast knew how to please you.

You had only sat in his lap and he had practically melted. While he loved that you knew what you were doing, he also wanted a sense of control and knowledge. Azriel always figured something out if he really put his mind to it, and best believe he would learn how to proper please you.

The line between what you two were had become increasingly blurry. Were you just tutor and student or could it be possible that you were both experiencing the same fluttering feelings?

Azriel kept thinking about how had he wanted to be with you, even though he had only known you for a few weeks. You were an absolute sweetheart to him, always clinging to him during the tutoring sessions and being a light in his life he didn’t want snuffed out.

After the shower, he made a decision to meet up with his friends for some advice before heading over to your apartment.

—

Rhysand's spacious living room suddenly echoed with Cassian's booming voice. “Holy fuck, you're finally going to raw-dog a girl?”

The surprising statement grabbed Rhysand's attention, curiosity sparking in his eyes. Just who had Azriel finally taken an interest in?

Azriel shot Cassian an unamused scowl, rolling his eyes as he sipped on the expensive scotch Rhysand had decided to test out.

“No need to scream, Cassian. Yes, I'm going to have intercourse. And don't call it raw-dogging. It sounds disgusting.”

Rhysand raised an amused eyebrow at Azriel's response. “Don't call it intercourse. It sounds too clinical.”

Azriel shrugged. “Fine. I'm getting laid, happy?”

Cassian chuckled. “That's more like it!”

Rhys rolled his eyes playfully. “Just be safe, Az. And have fun.”

Azriel slowly nodded, looking down at his glass, swirling the amber liquid around.

Cassian narrowed his eyes, studying Azriel's every move. Azriel lifted his eyes and met his gaze with equal intensity.

“What are you looking at?” Azriel demanded.

Cassian grinned mischievously. “Do you even know what to do? I mean, you haven’t fucked anyone before, so, do you know how to fuck properly? How to make a girl cum?” he teased.

Azriel's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he shifted uncomfortably under Cassian's scrutinizing gaze.

“I, uh... did some research,” he admitted, his voice slightly muffled as he avoided eye contact.

Cassian and Rhys exchanged a knowing glance, a smirk playing at the corners of their lips as they both realized what Azriel was implying.

“What do you mean research? Like you watched porn?”

Azriel's blush deepened, his ears turning pink as he cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Uh, yeah... something like that,” he muttered, hoping the ground would swallow him whole.

Rhysand and Cassian exchanged amused glances before bursting into laughter, their chuckles echoing in the spacious living room. Azriel pushed his glasses up so they held back his hair and rubbed his eyes, stressed. After a moment, Rhysand clapped Azriel on the back with a grin.

“Don't worry, brother. We'll teach you all the tricks the ladies go crazy for,” he assured him, his tone laced with promising advice.

—

After a few hours of vivid explanations, videos, and personal advice on how to please a lady, Azriel was more than ready to make you happy.

Azriel stood in front of the snack aisle, feeling the pressure to choose the perfect treats. Snacking was usually his thing, but why was it so damn hard this time? Determined to get it right, he debated between chips that could leave him with sour cream and onions breath and popcorn with an overwhelming variety.

Opting for salted popcorn, he moved to the sweets section. Rummaging through his memory for your favorites, he snatched up two packs of your sour strawberry candies and tossed in a blue raspberry pack because it was his favorite, and he wanted you to try it too.

Finally reaching the counter, just before he paid, he glanced at the condoms on the wall. The old lady at the counter followed his gaze.

“You need some, boy?” she asked, her voice surprisingly loud in the quiet store.

He quickly looked around to make sure no one else had heard, then, feeling a flush rise to his cheeks, he grabbed a packet of extra-large condoms.

—

With your hands on your hips and a narrowed gaze, you looked at the options in your massive closet, feeling on the verge of screaming bloody murder.

None of your clothes seemed good enough for tonight, and despite the fact that it’s supposed to be just a movie night, you knew it was likely to lead to something more.

You'd rather die than be unprepared for what tonight might bring. Your overflowing walk-in closet wasn't cutting it at all, so you had to leave on a last-minute emergency shopping trip. And let's face it, running around in Saks with six-inch heels is no easy feat.

“Alice, it’s an emergency. I need to see the latest collection of lingerie from Agent Provocateur. I know they’re not out in shops until November but is there a chance you can let it slide? Pretty please?” you ask sweetly, flashing your signature smile.

Your usual sales assistant, Alice, whom you've gotten to know well from your frequent visits, returns your smile and gestures toward a private showroom, handing you a flute full of Moët as she leads the way.

A few minutes later, Alice returns with a whole rack in tow, each piece of beautiful lace underwear causing your jaw to drop in awe.

The collection was absolutely incredible, featuring intricate lace, luxurious silk, and sparkling Swarovski diamonds adorning the bras. Your eyes widened to the size of saucers as you watched her pull out each piece, unable to contain your excitement.

As Alice presents each set, her voice filled with enthusiasm and admiration for the craftsmanship, you watch attentively, absorbing every detail.

“This one features hand-stitched lace imported from France,” she explains, holding up a delicate bralette.

You nod, impressed, as she continues to another blue set, “And this one has intricate embroidery along the edges, giving it a touch of playfulness.”

When she mentions another set with sparkling Swarovski diamonds adorning a particularly stunning bra, you can't help but gasp in awe. You reach into your handbag and pull out your black card. “I need the entire thing,” you declare with conviction, your tone leaving no room for doubt as you're already envisioning yourself in every piece.

“Are you sure you want the entire collection, Ms. L/n?” she asks, a hint of surprise in her voice.

You meet her gaze with unwavering determination. “Absolutely,” you reply without hesitation. “I need to look hot tonight.”

“I'll wrap them all up and tell Pierre to put them in your trunk while you finish your drink. I just know you will look amazing in them,” she says with a wink.

You squeal with excitement, giving Alice a hug that almost knocks over a display. “Thanks, Alice! You're a total lifesaver!” you exclaim before darting out of the boutique.

—

Azriel thought he had prepared himself for everything, but nothing could have prepared him for how beautiful you looked when you opened the door. The wind was nearly knocked out of him as his lips twitched into a shy smile.

You flashed him your adorable grin as you looked up at him.

“Hi Azzie!! Come in, we’re gonna have so much fun. I’ve been looking forward to this forever.”

Before he could respond, you grabbed his hand and closed the door behind him. The moment he stepped inside, you enveloped him in a long, warm hug, nestling into his sturdy chest as you wrapped your arms around him.

“I missed you so, so, soooo much. Oh, I also passed my math test. Oh but only because I remembered your lame technique and used it.”

Azriel looked down at the top of your head and wrapped his tattooed arms around your shoulders. He was sure his heartbeat was dangerously quick, but he still pulled you in closer.

“That's fantastic news. I knew you could do it. I’m proud of you.”

He was bummed when you let go of him, but his mood improved when you took his hand and led him to the living room. You guided him to the sofa and playfully pushed him backward until he landed on the mountain of pink fluffy blankets.

“Make yourself comfy. I’ll be right back,” you said, grabbing the bag filled with snacks. Leaning down, you kissed him slowly, loving the way his lips felt against yours, before getting up and leaving.

Azriel grinned, feeling a rush of warmth as he watched you go. He couldn't help but let his eyes linger on your body, admiring the way you moved. Absentmindedly, he licked his lips, his thoughts consumed by what was coming.

Azriel leaned back, stretching his legs out on the cushions as he debated how to position himself. Should he leave one arm on the back of the sofa, inviting you to cuddle in beside him? But then he wondered if that was too forward and presumptuous, maybe you wanted some space.

He put down his arm and crossed them against his chest, but then realized he looked angry or something.

“I look like an idiot,” he muttered to himself, rolling his eyes in frustration. Finally, he decided to be bold and put his arms behind the sofa. After all, he did want you close to him.

He jumped slightly when you came back and had a tray filled with all the delicious snacks he had bought.

You but the tray down and sat on the sofa, crawling closer and closer to him as you put on the movie.

—

Obviously, neither of you were paying attention to the movie as you were both busy with feeling each other up and making out only 8 minutes into the movie.

He had started out by slowly rubbing your back. But you decided to speed things up, gently placing your manicured hand on his abs and lightly scratching. That seemed to be enough to set him off, as he immediately got hard and started kissing you needingly.

You pivoted, sitting on top of him as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. Azriel swallowed at the feeling of your soft boobs pressed against his chest.

His hands traveled further down your back, slipping into your shorts and starting to massage your ass with a firm grip. Meanwhile, his mouth moved to start making bruises on your neck, each kiss leaving a mark of his desire.

Your eyes widened at his confident move, noting how he had become more forward since last time. It was quite the change from the last time when he couldn’t even look at you without a shirt on.

It piqued your curiosity. Did he have someone else on the side? How was he already making you feel so weak? All he did was squeeze your ass and kiss your neck, yet here you were, grinding in his lap. So, you asked, your tone a bit pouty and filled with uncertainty.

“Hey, are you like, fucking someone else on the side?” you blurted out, your perfectly shaped brows furrowing dramatically as you pouted your glossy lips. You were feeling a whirlwind of emotions, and your over-the-top, dramatic ass reaction was a mix of concern and hurt. Even though you didn't have any evidence, the mere thought of him with someone else was enough to make you feel like you'd just die.

Azriel's cloudy, lustful eyes cleared up real fast, and he sat up straighter, a hand on your back to keep you from falling as he panicked at the sadness in your glossed-over eyes.

“No, no, no. What makes you think that?” he asked gently, his voice tinged with concern. Subconsciously, he rubbed your thighs in comfort, his own brows furrowing in worry.

“Because, like, you're really good now. And you’ve never even touched a girl before me, so what’s up? How did you even learn how to do make me wet?” you exclaimed, your voice high-pitched and filled with drama. Your glossy eyes were wide with emotion as you awaited his response, your lower lip trembling ever so slightly.

Azriel wanted to kiss that pouty look off your face but he wasn’t that bold yet. Just the thought made him flustered.

But wait, he made you wet? Cassian had said that girls getting wet was a very good sign because it meant he was doing something you liked.

“It’s not like that. I have not spoken to another girl, I assure you. But I did some research because I wanted to make you feel good. Do you feel good?” he asked curiously, with hungry eyes.

“Oh, okay, well that’s perfect! No other girls, okay? And yeah, I mean, I feel super good. Like, really, really good.” you replied, your voice tinged with a hint of airheadedness as you flashed him a bright, bubbly smile.

“Can I blow you, pleaseeeee?” you asked, your hands softly caressing his chest, your face hovering just inches from his. He chuckled, his fingers fidgeting nervously behind your back.

“You can do whatever you want to me,” he said, and he meant every word. It was official – he was totally head over heels, over the top, painfully in love with you.

You gave him a quick peck before sliding down to the floor and on your knees before finding the hem of his shirt and pulling the material off his body. His physique never failed to make you drool. You traced his abs, his muscles, his tattoos, and kissed on the tattoos down his body.

You played with the buckle of his belt, raising your head to meet his eyes before unbuckling it. You smiled giddily at his reaction, he had a look of extreme pleasure on his face as he nodded for you to keep going.

As you unbuckled his belt and took off his pants, he grabbed your hair and held it up for you, just the way he saw guys do when they we’re about to get head.

The move surprised you but not as much as when you pulled down his underwear. His dick was perfect in size, not small but not painfully big, girthy but not uncomfortably large. And the best part was the fact that it curved a little to the right. Fucking perfect.

“Big,” your ditzy mind couldn’t process more so you dipped and gave his tip licks before sucking on it.

His grip on your hair tighted as he gasped lowly when you started swirling your tounge around the sensitive tip. Azriel’s throaty whines and tighter hold on your hair made your eyes roll back.

Your tongue swiped across his tip, and it was warm. The sensation was even warmer when your lips wrapped around the head. God, and it was all so fucking wet and warm. Especially when you gathered the spit in your mouth, coating his cock as you pushed him deeper down your throat.

His stomach was on fire, face burning as he locked eyes with you — your mouth stuffed with his cock, big, doey eyes slightly watering when he was only halfway in. He had never really acknowledged how big he was, how the thickness of him would stretch out your lips like that.

And when you stuck out your tongue, dragging it along the vein on the underside of his cock, he nearly lost it. What little control he was desperately hanging on to. Because you on your knees before him, looking up at im with lustfull eyes was something he only ever thought of in his wildest dreams, but even then, nothing could compare to this feeling.

The feeling of your hand pumping what couldn’t fit into your mouth, spit drooling from the corners of your lips. Azriel was hyper focused on how your eyes never left his, his cheeks were on fire, the tips of his ears in flames, as he burned with every suck, lick, and stroke you gave.

And he was going to come, right down your throat if he didn’t warn you. The need to release raged in his lower stomach, his muscles worked twice as hard to reign it in. So, he cupped your cheeks with both hands, tilting your head so that your neck craned up at him. Through gritted teeth, he managed to bite out, “y/n, m’gonna cum.”

Your eyes widened with surprise because you hadn’t been sucking him off for long, but he was completely overwhelmed. Instead of pulling off like he expected, you only went back to it. Your motions quickened, your rhythmic pace abandoned as you worked him to the back of your throat.

You were determined to make him finish on your face. The thought excited you, imagining the sensation of his cum dripping down your cheeks.

And fuck if he didn’t finish. With your pleading doe eyes and sinful mouth, he succumbed to the pleasure, letting out a gasp of your name that pitched into a whine. He shuddered as his hips bucked upwards in jerky moves.

“Hah–holy shit, so-so good,” he whined, as he finally let go, busting ln your face, painting it white.

He collapsed above you, breathless and spent before he sat up immediately, his fingers tracing panicked circles on your stained cheek. “That was... incredible, and i’m sorry about your face. I-I’ll get something to remove it” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. You couldn't help but smile at his words, feeling a warm sense of satisfaction wash over you.

You gave him a sultry look, your finger gliding across your face before you sucked on it. Then, with a seductive smile, you rose and settled into his lap.

“Still wanna fuck me, Azzie?” you whispered huskily, your voice dripping with desire.

The playful glint in your eyes ignited a primal desire within him, and he wasted no time in pulling you closer, his hands roaming eagerly over your body. “More than anything,” he whispered huskily, his lips finding yours in a hungry kiss.

The kiss left you feeling a bit dizzy, your hands falling to your sides as you soaked in the intense sensation. Mid-kiss, he gently guided you onto your back, his lips pressed together in concentration.

He got on top of you, kissing your neck and chest, looking up at you and your expressions as he lined his cock up to your entrance, teasing and tapping your clit before pushing in with a groan.

Azriel was really fucking grateful that he had already come once, because surely with him sinking in slowly, your tight walls enveloping him in delicious heat, he would have come on the spot. Which would’ve been mortifying. Even more embarrassing than the needy moan he released when he bottomed out. It was louder than he intended, his eyes rolling back when you wiggled your hips to adjust to his size.

“Your dick feel amaaazing, m’sooo totally baking ya a cake after this,” you moaned, your eyes going crossed with pleasure as he pumped into you.

Azriel flashed you a shy smile as his brain went fuzzy with desire, body blushing from the heat coursing through his veins. His grip on your hips tightened, his movements finding a comfortable rhythm.

“So fucking tight, so good,” he whined, his forehead slumped against your shoulder as you wrapped your legs around his middle and your arms around his neck, reveling in his warmth.

Your nails scraped against his back, creating scarlet streaks as he kept rocking you into bed. Azriel felt like he was in heaven.

Azriel pumped into you, holding eye contact as he remembered everything he had learned, everything that allegedly made a woman go crazy. He brought down his thumb to circle your clit knowing it was something a lotta women liked. He just didn’t expect you to go absolutely stupid on him as he did.

You were moaning and writhing in pleasure, lost in the sensations Azriel was eliciting from you. He couldn't help but think that you looked much prettier than all those actresses with their over-the-top performances. Your pleasure felt real and genuine, and he loved seeing you like that, completely lost in the moment.

“mm-my goddd — harder, please,” you whined, nails digging into his back.

Azriel didn't dare to close his eyes, his gaze never leaving yours as he whispered about your beauty. A pressure built up in both of you, a shared desire that seemed to consume the room.

Azriel never swore. He thought it was a disgusting way for people to express themselves, and that only people who couldn’t use their words had to resort to it but he was breaking his own rule. You felt too good.

“You’re gorgeous, so fucking beautiful” he moans, hips thrusting at an unforgiving pace as you finally reached your high, moaning loudly, nails dragging across his back.

“Fuck, gon’ cum.” he panted, spilling his cum into your cunt. Azriel gave his final slow thrusts before he was pulling out of you, letting his cum seep out.

Azriel slumped next to you, eyes shut as he rolled onto his side, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck as he caught his breath. You released gentle sighs, snuggling closer to him, feeling completely at ease in his embrace.

“Did you… finish? Was it any good?” he asked as he kissed your neck tenderly

“Yeah, I came, like, really hard! You did a super good job, Azzie!! Totally the best i’ve ever had!” you said giddly as you crushed him in a hug

Azriel chuckled softly at your enthusiastic response, his lips trailing kisses along your neck. “I'm glad I could make you feel good, next time, I want to eat your pussy,” he murmured casually, returning your hug warmly.

Your eyes widened as your body warmed at his sudden and wish.

“Okay, only if i can ride,” you negotiated back with an exhausted smile.

Azriel nodded, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead before gently bringing you closer to him. He then reached for one of the nearby blankets and carefully wrapped it around you, ensuring you were snug and warm in his embrace.

You turned on the movie, snuggling close under the cozy blanket as it played softly in the background. With the comforting glow of the screen illuminating the room, you drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

—

“So? Are you just going to sit there, Az?” Cassian asked, practically on the edge of his seat

Azriel took a sip of his drink, unfazed by Rhysand's scrutinizing gaze.

“Yeah, we did it. Yes, it was good. Now stop asking,” he said, his tone casual yet firm.

Rhys leaned forward eagerly, a playful grin spreading across his face.

“Oh, come on, Az! We need more details,” he urged, his curiosity piqued.

Azriel chuckled, shaking his head. “No, you fuckfaces don't. But thanks for the tips. We had a hell of a good time,” he replied, his tone carrying a playful edge as he stood up and left them with their jaw dropped.

“Did he just swear? Am I dreaming?” Cassian asked bewildered, looking over to Rhys with raised eyebrows.

“He did,” Rhys confirmed with a chuckle, raising his glass in a mock toast.

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danikamariewrites · 7 days

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Hi! I’m in LOVE with your blog! Would you be able to write something with nessian x reader where the reader has just an awful no good day/week and maybe something small sets her off and they comfort her and calm her down? I have had a very bad week and I had a whole breakdown over dropping a pen lol and I wish they had been there to comfort me. Anyways, I hope you have an amazing day!!!

Just A Bad Day

Nessian x reader

a/n: They would be so sweet and caring, especially Cass my fav gentle giant☺️ also I’m so sorry this feels very boring/typical. I might take a break for a few days bc this slump is killing me.

warnings: slight angst

Slamming the front door an angry sigh escapes your lips. You head staright to your personal bedroom wanting space from your mates. If you saw anyone right now you might yell at them.

Not even bothering to take your boots off you flop on the bed face down. Grabbing your pillow you stuff your face into the feathery soft fabric letting out a blood curdling scream.

You screamed and screamed and screamed until there was no air left in your lungs. Until your throat burned. Throwing the pillow as hard as you could against the headboard you flop back down on the bed.

Why are people so difficult to deal with? Today made you never want to speak with the governors or the general public ever again. You don't know if you just weren't communicating properly or what. But everyone was stupid and deserves to have a bad day. Not you.

After an hour of laying in bed you decided your throat was tortured enough and that cold water was necessary. Making your way down the stairs Nesta and Cassian's mixed scents hit you. It didn't calm you or anger you. You felt nothing but the exhaustion slowly creeping into your bones.

Another sigh leaves your lips as you open the cup cabinet. Frowning, you realize the glass you want is on a higher than usual self. Not feeling like asking Cassian to get it for you you strech up on your tip toes, grasping at the edge of the shelf. As your mind wandered to Cassian's usual teasing remarks about your height you get angrier.

The glass was just out of reach. Just a hair's breadth away from your finger tip. Your nail finally catches on the glass, bringing it forward. You finally grasp it with between your fingers and pull it down.

The glass slips from between your pointer finger and thumb. Your other hand reacts thanks to your fae reflexes, landing safely in your palm. You turn on your heel a little too quickly, sending the glass flying out of your grasp. It hits the wall shattering far too loudly.

Your hands go to cover your ears instantly. Tears pricking your eyes. You try to tune out the muffled sounds of Cassian and Nesta’s worried voices followed by their footsteps. Your face quickly contorted in anger. Angry at yourself. At the fucking glass. At your mates.

Your fingers tug at your hair in frustration. Your eyes are so clouded by tears you don’t even see Cassian in front of you. He gently takes your hands in his large ones. Slightly pressing his thumbs into your palms to lessen the death grip on the roots of your hair.

“Hey,” he coos, “what’s going on sweet pea?” You don’t look at him. Keeping your eyes down so you don’t break at the look of pity on their faces. Nesta hooks a finger under your chin, pulling your face up to look at them. The sad frowns on their lips broke you. The last thing you wanted to do today was upset or disappoint your mates.

Nesta took in a sharp breath at the projection of your feelings through the bond. “Oh, sweetheart. We’re not upset with you at all.” She wraps her arms tightly around your shoulders, swaying you gently. At Nesta’s loving embrace you break down. Sobs shaking your body.

Cassian smoothed your hair talking you through your tears. “I’m sorry.” You choked out repeatedly through your sobs. After hearing enough Cassian pulls you into his arms to carry you upstairs. Sitting you in his lap you continue to cry into his chest.

Nesta finally joins she has the glass of ice water you’ve been dying for. Just like Cassian taught her Nesta began massaging the pressure point on the back of your neck. She wanted to do everything to prevent your eventual headache.

When your tears finally stopped you took deep shaky breaths. They were coming too fast making the simple task difficult. Cassian laid you flat on the sheets to give you space. “Slow down, y/n. In for five and out for five.” He began to breathe with you until you finally calmed down. “Thank you,” you whisper.

You grabbed their hands so they can hold you up. Nesta hands you the water which you immediately gulp down. The cool liquid soothing your throat. Once it was empty Nesta took it from your hand. You lean into Cassian, resting your hand against his chest. Your fingers toy with the old fabric of his shirt to ground you.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Nesta coos. You shake your head mumbling, “Just a bad day.” “Do you want to talk about it?” You sniffle and shake your head. “No. That cry was good enough, honestly.” A short humorless laugh escapes your lips. Cassian kisses the top of your head letting out a small hum in answer. “Let’s get you some dinner and relax, yeah?” You nod again. Cassian lifts you again, carrying you downstairs.

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meshlasolus · 2 years

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Surprise!

Tadashi Hamada x pregnant!reader

REQUEST: i was thinking about him finding out reader is pregnant you can add some things 😏 beforehand if you want and also like hiro and cas finding out like cas is excited but hiro is like you guys have seen each other naked and he’s grossed out or something - @yuiopiklmn

a/n: i hope this is good lovely! i had fun writing it, it was really cute and I missed my boy dashi

warnings: fluff, suggestive language?? idk.. pregnancy

The smell of fresh baked bread was usually the loveliest thing whenever you came downstairs on a Saturday morning. Morning sickness was a bitch.

You took two steps into the cafe, nearly gaging before you had to bolt to the front door for fresh air. The heat wasn't exactly a welcome assistance, but the wind blowing in your face did help to calm your nausea a little bit.

You'd found out yesterday, right before dinner. You wanted to tell everyone, but neglected to remember how words worked as soon as you tried. You thought you ought to just tell them one at a time, the members of your little family.

"Morning," your boyfriend chided, wrapping an arm around your waist as he snuck up behind you. "I didn't know you'd get up so early, I would have waited and taken you with me."

Every Saturday, it was a tradition for him to ride out into the city. He had taken you before, but you seldom got up early enough to enjoy it with him.

"I think we need to talk about something," you said, spinning around in his arms and giving him a cheesy smile.

"Normally those words would scare me, but your face tells me otherwise."

You giggled as you took him by the hand, leading him back inside. You held your breath on the way to the stairs, not letting any of the aromas in the air to trigger you. You didn't let him question you as you raced up the stairs, stopping at the bend to pull him further up. He was going fair to slow for your liking.

"Maybe I should be concerned that you're taking me somewhere to kill me."

You didn't answer him, just laughed, which in truth made him more nervous. What could you possibly have to say that you were dragging him up to his room.

You'd stayed the night because Hiro was at a friend's house for the weekend. He usually was, hence, the reason this had also become a tradition.

He stopped you from going any further into the room once the door was closed, his confusion and curiosity was too strong to let it continue.

"What's this all about, pretty girl?" He asked, using his favorite term of endearment when it came to you. You'd sworn time and time again that you were ugly, which he why he liked to say it so much.

"... I have a surprise."

Oh no... last time you 'surprised' him there was paper all over the floor and a failed porject thay you'd sworn you had under control. When his face fell, you held out your hands, keeping the mood light.

"It's a good surprise, I promise! It was a surprise to me, too."

At this his interest was peaked, and his patience wore thin at wanting to know exactly what it was.

You took a step toward him, placing a hand on his chest before taking his own in the other. You placed it on the miniscule bump on your lower abdomen, raking it slowly over the subtle hill that barely peaked out.

He seemed to get the hint right away, and his eyes grew wide.

"Are you serious right now?" He had hoped this wasn't a joke. Not that you would ever joke about it, but he just really wanted it to be real.

"Deadly serious."

He smiled so wide you weren't sure he would be able to contain himself. You let out a small yelp of surprise when he picked you up and spun you around, holding you close to him like a vice.

He was very happy, that was for sure, but now came the harder part, telling aunt Cass and Hiro.

"You're what?!" the estranged scream that came from her voice was ecstatic, but you couldn't tell if she was happy, or horribly angry. It was unlike her to be mad, to you assumed the former.

"Ew," Hiro hid his face behind his hands, and you knew what the reason for it was. "You didn't do it in my room while I was gone, did you?"

He would have been petrified had you admitted to it, but it was out of yours and you boyfriend's character to be untruthful, so you both just kept very quiet, which was all Hiro needed to assume the worst.

"Oh, calm down," Cass shoved Hiro a bit, standing up to walk around and embrace you both. Okay, so she was happy. "I think this is wonderful. I'd always hoped to get a great niece or nephew out of you guys."

You were nearly crushed in her bone breaking hug, but warmly welcomed it, knowing she meant well.

You reveled in the support, knowing that yours's and Tadashi's baby was going to grow up to be loved tremendously. Smiles were worn all around, and even though Hiro was still taking time to get over the initial shock of it all, he was happy to. He knew that someday he could teach his little niece or nephew everything he knew.

The challenges would come, but you would face them together, as a family.

#tadashi hamada x reader #tadashi hamada smut #tadashi hamada #big hero 6 #hiro hamada

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leoniestarlee · 3 months

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Illyrian Assassin (11)

Pairing: Azriel x OC

Word Count: 2.4k

Warning: past trauma, slow burn

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I strolled into the dining room of the House of Wind in a lavender gossamer dress with my silver bracelets clashing against each other. Willa and Daisy were in the sitting room, surrounded by Azriel's shadows to keep them hidden as they drew while the soft music covered their voices. They're to join us for dinner—only if I'm okay with it—but until I've made my mind up, Azriel will keep them hidden.

"Come on, Feyre. We don't bite. Unless you ask us to," I heard Cassian from the veranda as I stopped to fill a glass with water.

"The last I heard, Cassian, no one has ever taken you up on that offer," Rhysand said.

I stepped outside, stopping beside Azriel as I stared at the once mortal girl. Slowly, I looked her up and down, taking in her golden-brown hair and blue-grey eyes as the males tensed at my stare. She didn't offer a smile or any emotion as I looked into her eyes, assessing her movements.

"If he bites then kick him in the balls," was all I said to her in a cold tone.

Rhysand relaxed slightly, motioning his hand toward me. "Feyre, this is Aurora. My bastard sister and assassin."

I took a long sip from my water as she finally offered me a small smile. But I moved the glass away from my lips before I said, "I know Rhysand has warned you of the risks he's taken in showing you our home, but I personally want to inform you that if you ever tell anyone outside of this court about this city, it'll be me hunting you down. And I'll be the one to slit your throat before you can take your last breath."

I may have sounded harsh and dramatic, but at the end of the day, I won't risk any harm brought to my sisters. Even if that means threatening my High Lords mate.

Cassian swore under his breath, looking away from us. Azriel gently placed a hand on my back, ready to pull me back to his side if anything happened.

Whereas Rhys said, "Mother above, Rory." He turned to Feyre with an apologetic look as she watched me, fear simmering in her eyes as I continued to hold her stare. "I apologise for her words. She's very protective of her people."

Feyre looked away from me to him with a nod before looking back at me. "I promise I won't utter a word of this city to anyone."

"For your own sake, I hope you keep you word," I said with a feline smile.

Azriel gripped the back of my dress, pulling me into his side as Cassian said to Rhysand, "So fancy tonight, brother. And you made poor Feyre dress up, too. Even Rory is wearing a fancy dress." He winked at me, and I smiled at him as I took another sip of my water.

Rhys raised a brow at him before motioning a hand toward Azriel. "This is Azriel—my spymaster."

"Welcome," was all Azriel said as he looked to Feyre, his voice low as he extended a scarred hand to her.

Feyre took Azriel's hand and then she released it, stepping back to Rhys' side. "You're siblings?"

Rhysand clarified, "Siblings in the sense that all bastards are brothers and sisters of a sort."

"And—you?" she asked Cassian.

Cass shrugged, wings tucking in tighter. "I command Rhys' armies."

Azriel clarified," Cassian also excels at pissing everyone off. Especially amongst our friends. So, as a friend of Rhysand...good luck."

"She will need more than luck, Az," I snorted.

Cass nudged his bastard brother out of the way, Azriel's mighty wings flaring slightly making me nearly spill my water, but Az was quick to catch my waist, holding me steady.

"How the hell did you make that bone ladder in the Middengard Wyrm's lair when you look like your own bones can snap at any moment?" Cassian asked her.

"Isn't he charming," I mumbled to Az who raised a brow.

"How the hell did you manage to survive this long without anyone killing you?" Feyre said to him.

I choked on my water, my eyes widening as Cassian tipped his head and laughed a full, rich sound that bounced off the ruddy stones of the House. Azriel's brows flicked up with approval as the shadows seemed to wrap tighter around him. As if he were the dark hive from which they flew and returned.

Mor breezed onto the balcony. "If Cassian's howling, I hope it means Feyre told him to shut his fat mouth."

Both Illyrians turned to her, Cassian bracing his feet slightly farther apart on the floor in a fighting stance as I flicked my brows up in questioning to him. A wisp of shadow curled around Azriel's ear, and his eyes snapped to Feyre.

"I don't know why I ever forget you two are related," Cassian told Mor, jerking his chin at Rhys, who rolled his eyes. "You two and your clothes."

Mor sketched a brow to Cassian. "I wanted to impress Feyre. You could have at least bothered to comb your hair."

"Unlike some people," Cassian said, "I have better things to do with my time than sit in front of the mirror for hours."

"Yes," I said, stepping around Azriel and out of his grip, toward Cassian, "since swaggering around Velaris—"

"We have company," was Azriel's soft warning, wings spreading a bit as he herded us through the open balcony doors to the dining room.

I patted him on the shoulder as I dodged his outstretched wing. "Relax, Az—no fighting tonight. We promised Rhys."

The lurking shadows vanished entirely as his head dipped a bit—his night-dark hair sliding over his handsome face as if to shield him from that mercilessly beautiful grin.

Cauldron save me from this tugging in my chest.

I gave Feyre a small smile, holding my hand out toward her. "Come sit with me and Mor while they drink."

Feyre obeyed, falling into step beside me and Mor as the two Illyrians drifted back to walk the few steps with their High Lord. "Unless you'd rather drink," Mor offered as we entered the warmth of the dining room and I checked to make sure the girls were still hidden, and they thankfully were. "But I want you to myself before Amren hogs you—"

The interior dining room doors opened on a whispering wind, revealing the shadowed, crimson halls of the mountain beyond.

Mor groaned, slumping into a chair near the end of the table, and poured herself a glass of wine. Cassian took a seat across from her, wiggling his fingers for the wine bottle.

Rhysand and Azriel just stood there, watching as Amren approached Feyre, then halted three feet away.

"Your taste remains excellent, High Lord. Thank you." Amren's voice was soft.

Rhys waved a hand and bowed his head. "It suits you, Amren."

"Everything suits me," she said as I snorted.

Amren took a step closer to Feyre, sniffing delicately.

"I wonder how this will go," I whispered to Rhysand as I stopped by his side.

"So there are two of us now," Amren said.

Feyre's brows nudged toward each other.

Amren's lips were a slash of red. "We who were born something else—and found ourselves trapped in new, strange bodies."

Amren jerked her chin at Feyre to sit in the empty chair beside Mor as she claimed a seat. Rhysand sat next to Feyre and Azriel took the seat next to Cass as I claimed the seat next to him.

"Though there is a third," Amren said, now looking at Rhys. "I don't think you've heard from Miryam in...centuries. Interesting."

Cassian rolled his eyes. "Please just get to the point, Amren. I'm hungry."

Mor choked on her wine. Amren slid her attention to the warrior. Azriel pulled my chair—with one hand—closer to him while monitoring the two of them very, very carefully. "No one warming your bed right now, Cassian? It must be so hard to be an Illyrian and have no thoughts in your head save for those about your favorite part."

"You know I'm always happy to tangle in the sheets with you, Amren," Cassian said, utterly unfazed by the silver eyes, the power radiating from her every pore. "I know how much you enjoy Illyrian—"

"Miryam," Rhysand said, as Amren's smile became serpentine, "and Drakon are doing well, as far as I've heard. And what, exactly, is interesting?"

Amren's head tilted to the side as she studied Feyre. "Only once before was a human Made into an immortal. Interesting that it should happen again right as all the ancient players have returned. But Miryam was gifted long life—not a new body. And you, girl..." She sniffed again. Surprise lit Amren's eyes. Rhys just nodded. "Your very blood, your veins, your bones were Made. A mortal soul in an immortal body."

"I'm hungry," Mor said. She snapped a finger, and plates piled high with roast chicken, greens, and bread appeared.

Amren glanced at me, then the girls still hidden by the shadows. Even Azriel was watching me, waiting. But it wasn't until Amren gave me a subtle nod did I make up my mind.

"Girls, dinner!" I called out, making everyone, except Feyre, freeze and stare at me. I shrugged my shoulders. "Amren approves of Feyre and I know Feyre won't risk my wrath, so the girls might as well meet her now."

"Girls?" Feyre quietly asked.

Her question was quickly answered as Daisy and Willa ran into the dining room with small laughs. I smiled at them both as Daisy sat next to me and Willa sat between her and Rhys at the end of the table.

"Girls," I softly said to them, and they both looked to me. "We have a guest. Her name is Feyre and I expect the upmost manners from you both."

I looked over at Feyre, watching as she stared at the girls with parted lips.

"I'm Daisy," my youngest sister said with a toothy smile that made me smile at her.

"And I'm Willa." Slight surprise filled my body at Willa's cold tone and narrowed stare at Feyre. Perhaps she's not ready to trust anyone new. And I couldn't even blame her.

"You have children," Feyre said with a nod, looking back at me. "I now understand why you're protective."

"They're my sisters," I corrected her nicely. "But I love, care, and protect them like they're my own children. Which is why I'm serious with what I said earlier. We've kept them hidden for years to protect them, so if you tell a single soul about them, I'll keep my promise to you."

Her eyes drifted back to the girls as everyone else silently filled their plates, keeping one eye on us.

"As a sister myself, I know what lengths a sister will go to protect her siblings," Feyre said, looking back at me and holding my stare. "I promise I'll never tell anyone about them."

I dipped my chin in a nod as I looked away from her, filling up the girls plates with food while Azriel kindly filled up my plate for me.

Mor picked up her fork, clicking her tongue. "I asked Rhys if I could take you to dinner, just the two of us, and he said you wouldn't want to. But honestly—would you rather spend time with those ancient bones, or me?"

"For someone who is the same age as me," Rhys drawled, "you seem to forget—"

"Everyone wants to talk-talk-talk," Mor said, giving a warning glare at Cassian, who had indeed opened his mouth. "Can't we eat-eat-eat, and then talk?"

"Agree," I mumbled around a mouth full of chicken as Willa laughed.

Mor clinked her glass against Feyre's. "Don't let these old busybodies boss you around."

Cassian said, "Pot. Kettle. Black." Then he frowned at Amren, who had hardly touched her plate. "I always forget how bizarre that is." He unceremoniously took her plate, dumping some of the contents on his plate before passing it to Azriel.

Azriel put some on his own plate before passing the rest to me. I said to Amren as I slid food onto my plate, "I keep telling him to ask before he does that."

Amren flicked her fingers and the empty plate vanished from my hands. "If you haven't been able to train him after all these centuries, girl, I don't think you'll make any progress now." She straightened the silverware on the vacant place setting before her.

"You don't—eat?" Feyre asked her.

Amren's teeth were unnervingly white. "Not this sort of food."

"Cauldron boil me," Mor said, gulping from her wine. "Can we not?"

Rhys chuckled. "Remind me to have family dinners more often."

"And heaps of dessert," Daisy added on, making me and Rhys chuckle at her.

I faced Azriel, stealing a piece of his bread as he sipped from his wine before placing his glass down, staring at Feyre who was looking at his hands. My hand froze above my plate as I tried to figure out if she was staring at his scars.

"They're called Siphons. They concentrate and focus our power in battle," he said as Feyre stared at it and I felt relief run through my body.

Only Azriel, Cassian, and I wore them.

I took a bite of my bread as Rhys set down his fork and clarified for Feyre, "The power of stronger Illyrians tends toward 'incinerate now, ask questions later.' They have little magical gifts beyond that—killing power."

"The gift of a violent, warmongering people," Amren added. Azriel nodded, shadow wreathing his neck, his wrists. Cassian gave him a sharp look, face tightening, but Az ignored him.

I quietly said to the girls, "Once you're done dinner, Cerridwen and Nuala will be waiting for you both downstairs to put you to bed. I'll be down not too long after." They both nodded, eating the last of their dinner.

Rhys went on, "The Illyrians bred the power to give them advantage in battle, yes. The Siphons filter that raw power and allow, Aurora, Cassian, and Azriel to transform it into something more subtle and varied—into shields and weapons, arrows and spears. Imagine the difference between hurling a bucket of paint against the wall and using a brush. The Siphons allow for the magic to be nimble, precise on the battlefield—when its natural state lends itself toward something far messier and unrefined, and potentially dangerous when you're fighting in tight quarters."

Willa stood up, her chain groaning against the floor. Her face cringed and she muttered a quick apology before walking around the table to me. "Can I draw for a bit longer before I go to bed?" she asked me quietly.

I glanced at Daisy, seeing she finished her food. "You both can stay up for another ten minutes in your own rooms or in mine," I answered her, placing a kiss on the top of her head. "Now go on." Willa smiled, saying a quick good night to everyone as I placed a quick kiss on Daisy's head and they both ran toward the hallway.

When I looked back toward everyone else, a small sad smile was on Feyre's lips, the emotion of longing in her eyes as she watched my sisters disappear. I wasn't sure how many siblings she had, or if they were older or younger than her, but I couldn't imagine being turned Fae and having to stay away from my own sisters. It would've killed me honestly.

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hellogoodbye14 · 10 months

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Uncles teaching - One Shot (Rhysand, Feyre, Nyx, Cassian, Azriel and Nesta)

Been a minute! Hope you guys enjoy this cute little one shot. Involves a mischievous Nyx that Uncle Cass and Az have to deal with. A snarky Nesta and as per usual a wholesome feysand+nyx dynamic.

I know I have been away, dealing with getting healthy again. This story bursted out of me during recovery. Hoping to get back into it just like before ❤️. Once again, thanks for being here. All the love as always xx

“Alright buddy, you’re all strapped in. You ready?”

Nyx looked up into Cassians eyes and blew bubbles at him.

He snorted, “I’ll take that as a yes”.

He patted Nyx on his tummy, “Remember, no telling mommy about this yeah? And don’t tell your da either because he can’t keep a thing from her to save his life.”

Nyx looked up at him and squealed in excitement, “da…da..daa!”

Cassian sighed, “No buddy, he’ll be back from Spring Court soon but not today.”

He shook his finger, “ what I mean is no telling da da”.

Nyx frowned, Cassian sighed.

“This is what I get for trying to distract you from your dads absence the last three days huh?”

Nyx blew bubbles again but excitedly clapped and Cassian positioned the sled at the top of the stairs.

“Alright, taking off in 3…2…”

Cassian heard footfalls behind him.

“Cassian, what are you…”, he heard Azriels yell fall in the distance as he pitched the sled forward.

Cassian let out a whoop and Nyx squealed with laughter. Each time Cassian turned the sled in the corners, Nyx would happily throw his hands up and laugh at the jerking motion.

The House of Wind had plenty of stairs and Cassian was glad to share this with Nyx.

As soon as the sled came to a stop, Cassian pushed back some strands of his hair which came loose. Nyx was clapping and yelled, “Azzy”.

Cassian looked up to find Azriel standing with his arms crossed.

“Uh-oh, Shit.”

“Sheet”, Nyx mimicked.

“No, buddy you can’t say shit.”

“Sheet”

Cassian sighed.

“Feyre is going to kill you”, said Azriel.

“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”

“Azzy, Azzzy, Azzy!”, Nyx tried getting out.

Azriel smiled at the little troublemaker and picked him up.

“Hey buddy, less moody today?”

Nyx smiled, “Da..da?”. It was clear to Azriel that Nyx was asking a question.

He sighed, “Not yet buddy, but he’ll be here soon.”

Nyx frowned again and then a bubbling sound escaped.

Cassian laughed as Azriel groaned.

“He farted on me again, I swear he does it on purpose.”

Azriel shook his head at his nephew and pulled out a candy, “Here. To cheer you up. Don’t tell your mom okay?”

Nyx’s eyes twinkled and he sucked on the lolly Azriel gave him.

Azriel and Cassian took to the skies few moments later to land at Feyre and Rhys’s estate house.

“Honey, I’m home!”, Cassian yelled out knowing Nesta was around somewhere. And yes, there she was reading a book and randomly waving her hand not looking away from the book.

“I feel so loved”, he sighed dramatically.

“Don’t distract me, the enemies finally kissed so we’re turning to the lovers bit now.”

Cassian frowned, “Is this another one of those tropes?”

“It’s the enemies to lovers trope, you idiot”, said Azriel.

Cassian slowly turned towards his brother in arms, even Nesta kept her book down, arching a brow.

A bit of pink appeared on his cheeks as he cuddled Nyx closer.

“Umm, Gwyn mentioned something about it.”

Feyre snickered from behind, “Interesting development, Shadowsinger. It’s cute to see you blush.”

“I don’t blush”, said Azriel as he blushed harder.

“Ma..ma..ma..”, Nyx instantly reached out to Feyre and she peppered him with kisses.

“Hi, sweetheart. Did you have fun with uncle Cassian reading some nursery rhymes?”

Azriel coughed, “Nursery rhymes?”

Cassian shoved Azriel.

“Yeah, yeah. I told Feyre I’d look after Nyx for a bit. Play some completely safe games and read him some nursery rhymes.”

“Safe games huh?”, Azriel asked.

Cassian clenched his teeth.

“Yes, safe.”

Feyre frowned at them while Nyx played with her hair.

“You guys are acting weird but I’m assuming you’re hugry. Dinners ready, thought we could have it at the backyard since the weather is pleasant.”

“I’m famished gorgeous, thank you”, said Cassian pecking a kiss on Feyres cheek.

Azriel shuffled Nyx’s hair and kissed Feyre’s forehead in thanks.

“Oh cauldron! Theres only one bed!”, yelled Nesta.

Feyre snickered, “another trope huh?”

Nesta sighed, “I love this book.”

“Any spicy scenes?”

Nesta smirked, “Yeap. Are you going to share them with Rhys again?”

Feyre blushed, “most likely.”

Nesta snickered as she kept her book away and went with Feyre to the backyard.

Everyone laughed, and joked as they had their dinner but Nyx kept looking into the distance towards the forest line close to the garden.

Feyre lifted his cheek, “You okay buddy?”

Nyx pointed to a spot, “da..da..da.”

Feyre sighed, “Sweety, I know you miss him but he won’t be back for another two days.”

Nyx shook his head and kept staring at the same spot.

“That boy misses him like hell”, said Nesta as she dug into her dessert.

Feyre nodded, “It’s been hard on Rhys too. I kept telling him it’s only four days but he said it felt like a lifetime being away. It’s been hard for him not to winnow back and forth just to see Nyx but there’s nothing that can be done.”

“Is Tamlin not being a bit too paranoid? Like he made an enchantress use wyrd marks to make sure no one could winnow.”

Azriel shrugged, “Lucien said he doesn’t trust anyone, not even people in his own court. He’s taking extra precautions as peace talks happen.”

Nesta picked her nails, “Tarquin and Helion went too, surely it’ll be all civil.”

Cassian snorted, “Tarquin is diplomatic, Helion is… not.”

Nyx suddenly jumped in Feyre’s lap, pointing to the same spot again.

“Da….da..da!”, he yelled excitedly.

Feyre turned to look but the spot was still empty.

She frowned but just as she was about to comfort her son, a cloud of black smoke erupted in the same spot Nyx kept pointing at.

As the smoke cleared, she saw Rhys standing there with a smile on his face.

Her heart soared and she wanted to leap at him. She would have done just that had she not felt a moment of instant panic when the weight of her son disappeared from her arms.

She frowned at the empty spot and looked around, Rhys’s eye widened too that was until Nyx winnowed himself right into Rhys’s arms.

Rhys caught him with an oomph.

“Da..da..da”, Nyx laughed as Rhys hugged him close.

“Ah, you’ve grown way too much already bud. Let me look at you.”

Rhys held Nyx away from him and smiled, his eyes bright. He threw Nyx up high and caught him as Nyx squealed.

“He can winnow?”, Cassian exclaimed.

“Apparently he can”, Feyre sighed. Great, just what she needed. A toddler who could winnow.

Nyx was babbling gibberish as if telling Rhys all about his day. Rhys smiled and nodded as if he understood everything.

He pecked Nyx on the nose.

“Alright, tell me the rest later. I need to kiss your mom.”

Nyx blew bubbles at him and Feyre laughed as she got up to meet Rhys.

“Honey, I’m home.”

She hugged him close with Nyx secure between them. Palming the side of his face and kissing him.

She rested her forehead against his and rubbed her thumb on his cheek.

“Missed you”, she smiled up at him.

“Missed you more.”

Cassian looked at his mate and pointed at the couple, “See! That. That is what I’m talking about.”

His mate just flipped him the finger.

Everyone settled down at their seats, Nyx stayed in his fathers arms and rested his head on Rhys’s shoulder.

“So what did you guys get up to?”, asked Rhys after briefing everyone on the meeting at Spring.

“Apparently, Cassian read Nyx some nursery rhymes”, Azriel snickered.

Rhys smiled, “which one?”

Cassian glared at Azriel, “Oh, umm you know the popular one.”

Azriel smiled into his glass and said, “yeah? Sing it for us. Maybe Nyx will join in since he learned it today.”

Everyone stared at him waiting.

He coughed, “Ba Ba Brown sheep”

Azriel interrupted, “Black.”

Cassian continued, “Have you any pull.”

“Wool.”

“Yes sir, Yes sir, six bags full.”

“Three bags”

“One for my muppet”

“Master”

“ and one for the fame”

“Dame”

“And one for the little girl who lived down the lane.”

“Little boy”

Cassian glared at Azriel, “What are you? The Nursery rhyme police?!”

Everyone laughed at the back and forth. Nyx looked at Azriel and let out a hand.

“Canyy cand”.

Azriel froze.

“What is that sweety?”, Feyre asked.

Cassian smirked, “oh are you asking for candy Nyx? Huh.. interesting. Why is he asking you for Candy Az?”

“Umm, I don’t know.”

Nyx smiled, asking again.

Rhys sighed, “You gave him candy before dinner didn’t you?”

“Azriel”, Feyre sighed.

“No wonder he’s been so hyper all day!”

Azriel offered a meek look, well as meek as he could.

“Look, he was sad okay? And I wanted to cheer him up. It was just a couple.”

“How much is a couple?”, asked Nesta.

“Two… okay no that’s a lie.. three.”

Feyre glared.

“Okay fine, it was five! But you know what? At least I didn’t take him sledding down the house of wind stairs, Cass did!”

Feyre gasped.

Rhys let out a slow whistle, “She’s going to kill you.”

“Cass, do you not have self preservation?”, asked Nesta.

“YOU TOOK MY TODDLER CHILD DOWN THOSE STAIRS.”

Cassian slowly backed away, “It was completely safe! I had him packed up and he enjoyed it so much. I even have a picture.”

Feyre’s nostrils flared.

“Uh-oh”, Cassian let out a nervous laugh.

Nyx learning that new word just today of course said, “Sheet”.

Feyre’s eyes widened.

“Sweety, who taught you that word.”

Cassian was already getting off his ass when his traitorous nephew pointed a finger at him.

“Yeah, you run bat boy. You run.”

Soon a pair of water wolves were chasing down Cassian around the estate.

“Feyre stop, I SAID I WAS SORRY.”

“Sorry ain’t good enough!”

“Rhys, Ness, MAKE HER STOP.”

Nesta smiled, “Oh, but I’m enjoying this too much ‘honey’”

“CAULDRON, when did she give them wings?!”

Rhys smiled as a sleepy Nyx cuddled into his arms, “It’s good to be back home.”

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moonlight-prose · 1 year

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♱ ALL THE KING'S HORSES ♱

a/n: it's october 13th right? totally the day i was supposed to post this? so i am deep in my cassian feels and have been re-watching andor as well as rogue one yesterday. which is why i finally got inspo for this prompt. it's more angsty than i intended, but that always seems to happen. expect me to randomly drop kinktober prompts here and there throughout january, because my brain is slowly waking up.

day thirteen - against a wall + rough sex | kinktober 2022

summary: a near death experience makes both of you realize your feelings for one another.

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pairing: cassian andor x f!reader

warnings: MINORS DNI, cussing, fighting, angst, talk of death, rough sex, emotions.

Traveling in a small ship where tight quarters meant you curling up in a small cot and him taking the uncomfortable cold floor of the ship, made everything harder. You weren’t friends with Cassian Andor. Shit, you were barely even allies. Which is why when he came looking for you by order of the Rebellion, you laughed in his face. Told him to go find someone else to do the Rebellion’s bidding and tried to leave.

The only problem is…Cassian Andor is a stubborn fucker when he wants to be.

Which is how you ended up here. Cleaning blood off your split lip and glaring at him in the hopes of burning an actual hole in his head.

“You were supposed to wait,” he grunted, tossing his bag onto the small but extremely uncomfortable bench that was attached to the wall of his ship. You suddenly understood why he chose to sleep on the floor rather than on this.

“I didn’t have time to wait.”

“That wasn’t your call to make.” You scoffed, turning to stare at the wall. “You could have been killed,” he spit, taking a step forward.

“But the job would have been done.”

There was no hiding how little your life mattered in the span of things. You knew if you died, you wouldn't be honored, wouldn’t be remembered, or even given a funeral. Your death would be a blip on the Rebellion’s radar and an accomplishment on the Empire’s. Going in you knew that there would be a possibility of no one mourning you after you were gone, but you refused to even accept the fact that Cassian would be that person.

He couldn’t be.

“Is that what you think? That your death wouldn’t mean something?”

Standing abruptly, you turned, your face inches away from his. “My death would mean we were one step closer to stopping the Empire.”

His lips quirked, eyes flashing with mirth. It surprised you to see a small glimmer of care in them—a piece of him that actually gave a shit about you. That was hard to come by in a person and having it be absent from your entire life left you craving it more than you wanted to believe. You wanted someone to mourn you. You wanted to be remembered in some way after you were gone. But the thought of it being him left you with a heavy weight of guilt—an ache you didn’t wish to bear.

“Being closer wouldn’t be worth losing your life.”

“And who are you to fucking determine that huh?” Huffing, you tried to calm the anger that wished to rear its ugly head. There was no use getting into a fight now, not when you had things to do. “I knew what could happen on this job and I said yes. So don’t lecture me on staying alive when it was you asking me to follow this plan.”

“You’re going to blame this on me?” He moved closer, forcing you to stumble back until your back hit the cold metal wall of the ship. “You want to put your death on my hands?”

“Cass—”

His hands slammed against the wall on either side of your head, caging you in as his expression shifted to anger. “Fine. But you cannot say your death means nothing.”

“Oh come on Cassian. There’s no need to pretend that you care.” You were prodding at an open wound, but you couldn’t stop. That was the relationship you two shared. You wound each other up so tightly that anything could make you snap, leaving you in a mess of your own making.

“Don’t—”

Your lips pulled up into a sneer. “We both know that I’m here to be expendable. I was going to die either way—”

He gripped the back of your neck tightly in one hand, his lips slotting against yours roughly, catching you entirely by surprise. You hadn’t expected him to kiss you. Fighting happened regularly between the two of you, but kissing…anything to show a small fracture of tenderness was unheard of. Yet you didn’t pull away. You found you couldn’t. He was too enticing to stray from and you craved him far more than you originally thought.

Falling into his hold, you dug your hands into his hair, yanking on the strands and pressing your body even closer. Whether this was born out of the incessant need that hummed beneath your skin or the adrenaline that still filled you, neither of you could say. You wouldn’t be surprised if he regretted this whole fucking thing once it was over. But you refused to go near that topic.

Not when he was slipping his tongue into your mouth and drawing out sounds you hadn’t made in what felt like eons.

“You’re frustrating,” he grunted against your lips, hands yanking at your top as you practically ripped at his jacket.

“Look who’s talking.”

He didn’t respond, his palms sliding down your sides and grinning as your head fell back, a breathy sound reverberating off the walls. Seconds passed by before you realized that it came from you.

You didn’t care if there was barely any gentleness behind his hands, all you could care about was that they were warm and they made you shiver with want. A need to have him inside you stronger than you’d ever felt it before. Sure, you’d known him nearly all your life and once or twice you entertained the idea of being with him, but nothing ever came from those daydreams.

Until now.

“You’re not the expendable one,” he mumbled, helping you to strip off his shirt before he pulled at your pants.

“Don’t lie to me.”

His expression hardened, hand sliding into your underwear that was practically soaked through from your slick. You were dripping for him to a point where heat spread up your neck and face once he realized. Cassian had always been able to carve himself into your heart. Create a spot meant solely for him. It’s how he knew you’d say yes, how he knew you’d be willing to fight alongside him—even be willing to let him touch you like this.

That’s what aggravated you the most. He knew how you felt and never told you how he felt.

His name was a broken plea on your lips, your eyes falling shut as his fingers swiped through your slick, pressing against your clit lightly. It wasn’t enough to ease the throbbing between your legs, barely enough to even count as a touch. He was simply taunting you with what he could do.

“You think I’m lying?” His other hand cupped your chin, tilting your head to meet his stern gaze. “You were never here to die.”

Your lips curved up into a rueful smile. “Then why am I here huh?” Slipping your hand into his pants, you cupped him gently, a thrill shooting through your chest at the sight of him willing and ready in your hold.

He groaned, his lips brushing yours slowly as you stroked him as if you had all the time in the world. You knew how maddening it felt—every twitch of his cock and slight thrust of his hips telling you as much. Except you never let up. He had his chance to tease you and now it was your turn. Although you knew it would never last long, because he grew anxious. The grip on your chin tightened, his lips molding against yours roughly as he took control again—left you breathless and wanting in his hold.

“You’re here because I need you.”

Finally an admission that let you see through his cold exterior for once. A small piece of the truth that he kept so close to him you were afraid you’d never get to see it at all.

Gasping into the kiss, you felt him shove your leg up and around his hips—the tight hold he had on your thigh was bruising. You enjoyed seeing him take control of a situation, but taking control of you. Moving you how he wanted, giving you pleasure how he saw fit, caused heat to pool in your stomach. A moan spilling free as his teeth nipped sharply at your throat.

You helped him shove your pants down while you tore at his. The groan he pressed to your skin sent sparks down your spine and you felt your body go pliant in his hold. He must have felt it too, because he never gave you a chance to wrap your hand around his aching cock. You barely got a glimpse of it before he was lining himself up and pressing into you—a choked keening moan being swallowed by his lips.

“You’re here to save me from myself,” he murmured, shutting his eyes tightly as your walls clenched down around him. Your nails dug sharply into his shoulders to maintain some level of equilibrium in your dizzying state. But no matter how hard you attempted to clutch at him, you couldn’t stop the array of sensations that wracked your body.

You’d never felt so full before. As if he was breaking you in half only to keep the pieces to himself. To save him from himself. They were words that wouldn’t have held meaning to anyone else—simply something to rush out in the heat of passion—but to you…they were the truth. You’d been saving Cassian his whole life. Even if he was the one to pull you out of the physical altercations, you were the one to restore his heart. To remind him that hope remained in his soul even when the sky went dark from the Empire’s shadow.

“Fuck,” you gasped, head digging into his shoulder as he dug his hands even further into your body.

His cock dragged along your walls, each ridge pressing deliciously right where you needed it. You felt the coarseness of his hair press along your clit with each thrust of his hips slamming into yours. It made the breath catch in your throat, the sparks stretching from your core to each tendril of your body. He set you alight with the fire in his veins and you begged him to burn you some more.

Digging a hand into his hair, you yanked his head back until his dark eyes clouded with lust locked on yours. His lips were swollen, cheeks flushed, and face shiny with a thin sheen of sweat and still he was perfect. Pressing your thumb along his bottom lip your breath hitched as he took it into his mouth, sucking on it in time with his thrusts. You wanted to ruin him. To remind him that his heart had always been yours.

Only the way he moaned around your thumb, eyes fluttering shut, his hips stuttering as your cunt tightened around him even further, told you that he knew.

“I’m here,” you breathed, feeling his forehead press against yours, his chest heaving with each gasping breath. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Shit,” he panted. His lips pressed roughly against yours, spit trailing down your chin as he licked deeply into your mouth.

There was no rhyme or reason to your movements—each one a desperate mad pull towards the pleasure you both were aching for. Yet you still remained perfectly in sync. A dance between two people who’s song had always been playing, just never heard before.

“I–” He felt you bear down on his cock, the built up orgasm practically singeing your veins. “I–”

You nodded, lips sliding against his as he sped up, chasing both your releases. “I know,” you replied, the sting of tears burning your eyes. “Me too.”

Finally after wondering for years you understood what he could never say. The words got lodged in his throat each time he looked your way, each time he bothered to hope for something more than this. Sure, you were angry at him half of the time, but it let him know you cared enough to get mad. That you were still with him even if you were apart. He needed you to help him pick up his broken pieces—to replace them with something more than hope.

To finally give him the indulgence of love he constantly pushed away.

“Cassian,” you sobbed, your hips attempting to meet his movements as you finally tipped over the edge.

A ragged grunt was ripped from him as he fell forward, his hand slapping against the wall of the ship. You writhed against him, your body wracked with so much overwhelming pleasure you found it hard to breathe. If you could speak you knew you’d say the three words both of you were terrified to hear and a part of you was glad you stayed silent.

You heard him call out your name through the rushing sound that echoed in your ears. The sound sent a delicious streak of heat down your spine. His cock spurted into you as he followed you off that cliff. Both of you, falling together.

It took a few minutes until either of you were coherent enough to gather your senses and see what came next. Eventually you’d have to talk about what was said, but for now you were content to stay like this.

“Let’s go home,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to your collarbone—your hand running through his hair.

“I’d like that,” you replied, sinking into the warmth his body emitted.

Both of you were surrounded by the reflection of each other’s broken pieces, finally ready to put them back together again.

#cassian andor x reader #cassian andor x you #cassian andor x y/n #cassian andor x f!reader #cassian andor smut #cassian andor #kinktober 2022 #my writing

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honeycombclaire · 9 months

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A snippet from my full-length Batfamily fic

Summary: Dick gets stuck in the Mad Hatter's dream machine, and the Bat Team has to enter his mind to try to bring him back. Bruce has already tried and failed. This time, it's Jason's turn. What he learns is unexpected.

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“Dick?” Jason asks. He keeps his voice quiet. He doesn’t think the fake Bruce and the others will attack Jason if he tries to tell Dick the truth, but he’s seen too many psychological horror movies. He’s not taking any chances.

“Yeah, Little Wing?” Dick replies, pausing with his needle halfway through a piece of popcorn. His eyes are wide and open when he looks over. All of his attention on Jason.

Jason cools his nerves and focuses on the task at hand. He glances around to make sure no one else is listening.

“Listen, man,” he starts. Pauses. Starts again. “I don’t know how to tell you this, but you’re stuck in this freaky-ass dream world, and I’m like seventy percent sure it’s actually killing you. You need to snap out of it.”

The smile on Dick’s face wavers. “What are you talking about?”

Jason makes a vague gesture to everything around them. “This whole thing? None of it is real. It’s all a dream. You’re dreaming,” he explains, putting some force behind his words, “and you’re stuck here.”

Dick’s nose scrunches up in confusion. His eyes flicker all over Jason’s face in the same way they move all over the place when he’s mulling things over in his mind. Jason has the sudden urge to make a ‘V’ with his fingers and poke Dick in the eyes.

And then, Dick’s visage smooths out into yet another smile, which is exactly what Jason did not anticipate happening.

“You’re in on that prank, too?” he asks, humor in his voice. “Seriously? How did Bruce convince you? Or did you get him in on it?”

Jason frowns. “Bruce?” he questions. Alarm bells are going off in his head. “What did Bruce say?”

Dick tilts his head to the side. “Playing dumb now, huh?” he grins. “You know, when Bruce tried to convince me that the Mad Hatter ‘trapped me in my dreams’?” He giggles. “To think, you actually managed to get him in on it. How’d you do it? Blackmail?”

“Dick,” Jason says, urgency seeping through his tone. Dick remembers Bruce entering his mind and talking to him. He’s lucid. He’s aware. “Dick, that wasn’t a prank. That was real. You’re stuck here. You need to wake up.”

Dick’s smile turns just the slightest bit wary. A crease appears on his forehead, right between his brows. “C’mon man. You can’t think I’m actually going to fall for that.”

Jason shoves a hand through his hair, trying to keep his temper down. Yelling at Dick never gets anywhere. It just turns him into a kicked puppy, and that’s no fun for anyone.

“It’s not a joke,” growls Jason, looking Dick in the eye. “You. Are. Dreaming. When Bruce told you about the Mad Hatter’s machine, that was the actual Bruce. He entered your mind to try to bring you back. But it didn’t work, so I had to come and try.”

Dick stares at him, his smile gone. His frown lines are even more prominent than normal. “Okay,” he says slowly. “Okay, but if none of this is real, then that means—” He stops. His eyes scan around the room.

They land on Damian first, and the way he hides his laughter at the movie behind the rim of his mug. Then they find Tim, halfway inside the massive ornament box with his legs up and out and flailing around. Then they’re on Cass, where she’s tucked under Bruce’s arm as Alfred lifts an ornament onto the branch Cass is pointing at.

A spark of hope flares in Jason’s chest. Finally, he thinks, I’ve got him.

But then, Dick shakes his head. His frown turns upside down, and Jason gets a flash of pearly whites as he laughs. Jason’s heart drops into his feet. “Good one, Jason,” Dick chuckles. “You almost got me.”

Unbelievable.

“Dick—” he tries, but Dick interrupts him by holding up his empty popcorn bowl and asking, “Hey, can you pop some more? I should only need another bag to finish this.”

Jason wants to rip his hair out.

He wants to grab Dick by his shoulders and shake him until his brain rattles so hard in his skull that it knocks the sense back into him. He wants to scream at Dick that he’s going to leave Jason alone, and Jason can’t be alone, because the last time he was alone was when the Joker— when Jason—

He takes a slow, shaky inhale. Don’t panic. Dick is right here. He might be stuck, but he’s fine, relatively speaking. Jason just needs to take a step back, calm himself down, and then he’ll try again.

Two minutes while he stares at a bag of popcorn blowing up should be enough. Jason can get himself under control in that amount of time. Plus, Dick wants popcorn. Jason will get him his fucking popcorn, because all Jason ever wanted was Dick to accept him and, as much as he hates to admit it, he still kind of does.

So he nods, takes the bowl without another word, and stalks away. He’s already got a plan in mind by the time he steps a foot out of the family room. If Dick doesn’t believe him next time, Jason will just stab him with his stringing needle. Somewhere that might cause actual damage, like his neck, or through his stomach. Dick’s dream world seems to be lacking their normal amount of Wayne-family brutality. Jason’s sudden act of violence should shake him from his dream.

His plan never fully comes to fruition. As soon as both of his feet are out of the family room, there’s a strange sound, almost like a warble, and then Jason hears laughter. He knows who it belongs to immediately, because how could he not recognize his own laugh?

Jason spins around in righteous fury, dropping the bowl in the process. It shatters into a million pieces all across the floor, but not a single person seems to hear. No one turns to look. What almost feels like an out-of-body experience, Jason sees his other self suddenly step out from behind the tree, carrying a nearly-overflowing bowl of freshly popped popcorn, and is making his way over to Dick.

Dick looks up when he hears him coming, and a grin splits across his face. “That was fast!” he cheers, taking the bowl when Jason offers it to him. “Thanks, Jaybird.”

Jason’s chest twinges at that. He’s basically ordered Dick to stop with all of his nicknames ever since he came back. Jaylad had been the first to go in a blaze of blind rage, and Jaybird had been close behind, too similar to both Bruce’s nickname for him and to his time as Robin. He only ever allows Little Wing, and that’s only because Dick can’t seem to stop letting it slip.

Jason’s fake self wrinkles his nose at the nickname, but unlike the real Jason, he doesn’t say anything about it. Instead, he just sits down beside Dick and continues where Jason left off with the cranberry garland.

Something tugs behind Jason’s ribs, like a rope being pulled, and he knows instinctively that it’s not a good sign. He’s ready to barrel back into the room, force his other self to disappear right in front of Dick’s eyes and prove he’s dreaming.

But then Dick tells fake Jason, “Y’know, I’m really glad you decided to stay with us,” and, “I’ve missed you so much,” so earnestly that the wind gets knocked right out of Jason’s sails.

Fake Jason looks slightly uncomfortable. Characteristically, Dick ignores it.

“I know how hard it’s been for you,” Dick says quietly. “When you died, I was a wreck for months. I made so many mistakes with you when you were Robin. You deserve to have the family you always needed, even if it’s a few years later than it should have been.”

He smiles bashfully, almost ashamed, up at Fake Jason. “I’m happy you finally have it.”

Jason can’t get in enough air. He can’t get in any air, actually.

Jason knows how hard Dick took his death. Once he’d been mostly-assimilated back into the Bats’ lives, he learned all about what Dick and Bruce went through. It took him a while to really believe it, after spending so long sure that neither of them cared that he was dead. It cracks his chest open to even think about it now.

Tim had shown him the security cameras in Dick’s apartment a few months after Jason was free of the green haze of the Lazarus Pit. Apparently, he’d stolen the tapes a while ago, and kept them in case he needed to show them to Black Canary. Because Tim was considering forcing Dick into therapy.

Jason has refused to think about those tapes for a long time. He and Tim made a silent pact to never, ever tell Bruce about what they saw, and to never bring it up again. Dick has no idea that Jason watched two months worth of tapes of him doing nothing but drinking and crying for two months straight.

Damn. He can’t say shit about Bruce’s lack of communication skills when Jason is obviously no better.

Fake Jason purses his lips, taking in the information. And then, he grins, and in a flash he’s got his arms around Dick’s neck and is giving him a noogie. “What’s this, huh?” he chirps. “You’re goin’ all soft on me. What would Bruce say?”

“Bruce would say he’s happy you’re talking about your feelings like your therapist said to,” Bruce calls out. Somehow, an entire ball of garland has fallen over top of him. Cass is hurriedly trying to pull it off of him before he poisons himself.

Dick manages to break free of Fake Jason’s arms, then gives him a few good whacks for good measure before straightening out his hair. He’s beaming, though, wider than Jason has seen in a long time. Fake Jason pulls his bowl of cranberries back into his lap and picks up the needle. “I missed you, too, Dickface,” he adds.

Bruce’s words ring painfully in Jason’s ears. He wanted reassurance that I loved him. I don’t think he knew.

Oh fuck.

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You can find this scene, and more batfamily feels, in the full fic here!

#my work #little bluebirds 'verse #jason todd #dick grayson #nightwing #red hood #batfam #batfamily #batbros #blurb #drabble #angst #batman #dc comics #mad hatter

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mlobsters · 4 months

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supernatural s12e21 there's something about mary (w. brad buckner, eugenie ross-leming)

....they just killed eileen off like that? that's... disappointing. make us connect with her through a really good monster of the week in s11, but then also bring her back in s12, have her and sam have a little flirty vibe, she accidentally kills some asshole bmol so she and sam can have an emotional beat. and a handful of episodes later she gets killed unceremoniously by ketch and, apparently, a trained hellhound. because that makes sense. no more things going bump in the night! except for the ones i use for killing people 😌

spn s12e21 (2017) / the magicians s3e8 six short stories about magic (w. sera gamble, david reed - 2018)

i appreciated sort of her brief chase scene from her pov through her hearing loss. the magicians did something similar (article for details with showrunners) with marlee maitlan's role - but much, much longer. it was 9 minutes. (took a snippet with felicia day in it too, rip charlie)

DEAN Seven monster-related deaths. I mean, what, did all the things out there suddenly start working together? SAM Dean, monsters and demons don't team up. Seven Hunters are gone. We can't grab a signal from Mom's phone. Cass has Kelly Kline who knows where. Mick has slipped off the grid. Ketch is lying to us. I-I… I wanna punch something in the face.

kudos to padalecki because as always he can really bring those emotions and he seemed to really be hurting over eileen but it's bang boom all part of this bigger picture and oh they're all monster related deaths and hey let's clean house on any side characters we wanna off for the drama. her character deserved a better sendoff than this (or hey let her live), if they were gonna have her come back, in my ever so humble opinion.

TONI I have sources, Mary. Everywhere. After you died, your beloved John was a man slowly going mad, searching for revenge. What? Your boys didn't tell you? The drunken rages? The weeks of abandonment? Child abuse, really. It's no wonder they're damaged.

grain of salt obviously what with the brainwashing etc but canonically what's been established before was surely neglect at the least. hence why i can't let it go

CROWLEY Good afternoon. Dr. Hess. Stunningly beautiful as ever.

well. if nothing else, this is a slightly more seamless way of trying to retcon the bmol existing and operating offscreen for all these seasons prior, having crowley establish some background with the bad lady

DR. HESS Crowley, one more thing. CROWLEY What? DR. HESS Your relationship with the Winchesters. It's a bit cozy for my taste. I hope you don't expect me to spare your friends.

i do think that's what keeps crowley more interesting than he might be if he was just plain beholden to the winchesters (more like cas tends to be [caveat he's not also always beholden to them but when he's not he's usually making the Worst decisions]), he's out there still killing people, aiding the bad people in killing people we like and care about like eileen. but we can also pretty much count on him coming through to work things such that dean and sam will be okay in the end. he contains multitudes

CROWLEY So… Dagon dead. Kelly's now in the clutches of the Winchesters' love slave, Castiel, who's no doubt dragging her to a gruesome death.

lol

LUCIFER Mm. As opposed to the fun-packed death you have planned.

laughed again! these two, love em

ok let me guess brainwashed to kill sam and dean, is that on the menu?

thanks for the little tidbit of them having a po box in lebanon

good lord why are they killing time at the end of the season with this random drama moment between mr ketchup and torturer lady

MR. KETCH I don't know you, Mary. Not really. You certainly don't know me. You… wouldn't want to.

oh my god and the little kid music box spooky music starts playing in the background, mr ketchup is just a hurt little boy 😢 the snort i snorted!

real deal mary just tried to kill herself, pulled the trigger and only saved by ketch pulling it away to deflect the shot what the fuck. that is way too dark and serious for this show. that was awful. samantha smith is doing good with the scene and on her knees begging to be killed we get the mushy music.

how did her hair not move from upright to this position. now i'm just being nitpicky because i'm pissed off, but if we're plowing into the gritty dark realism of her torturing/brainwashing, her hair should be gross and acting like dirty sweaty hair.

so i'll rant about the music too then. so like, this scene on the setup / assassination trap thing dean and sam luring bmol to, it's way edgier and interesting and weirder than his score usually is. sometimes it's completely bland, or misses the tone, or is mega cliched, and then it'll be Good! for a brief moment and then the tone changes and the vibe is back to boring blah nothing or actively obnoxious. i feel vaguely bad about ranting about the score all the time, but i think it's honestly the biggest failing in the show over the entire run. i have plenty of issues with other things, but the music has consistently been subpar and pulled the quality of the show down with it, in my opinion. the foley though - i love it.

also mark pellegrino as lucifer, love. so good. so creepy! ugh. and i really don't want him having thrall over crowley, because he is so creepy. so i am getting concerned

well. not sure where this is going since crowley didn't do the dead-demon-zappy thing after the angel blade stabbing, even though lucifer just walked away like it was done

nice little exchange to highlight how they fight together with silently communication, and pretty cool action sequence. don't see them in these kind of shootouts often and they gave both Js some slick action hero moves

MR. KETCH Your bunker is an excellent fortress. An even better tomb. So we've rejiggered the locks, we've shut off the water, and once we leave, the pumps that bring in the air shall reverse. Your oxygen should be gone in two days, maybe three. You dying in here, it's almost poetic, hmm? Come along, Mary.

hokay. cliche villain killing them slowly enough to give them ample time to figure it out or have someone save them

LOL while talking to robomary we get mushy music but Creepy Version. discordant

ah, is crowley in the rat? is that why he didn't zap?

literally had the thought process of wait are we in one of those parody old spice commercials?? literally wheezing from laughing

he looks great but this choice was SO. HOKEY. (with music to match, you'll be shocked to hear me say) and the visuals look fake without looking like... really obviously fake? but it's also clearly fake? because the lighting is so mismatched and earth doesn't really look like That out of the box? lol

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 12x21 #the magicians #six short stories about magic #marlee matlin #eileen leahy #spnwhinge #spn clip #spn mushy music #spn mushy music variation #spn musical score #brad buckner #eugenie ross leming #jay gruska

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laheysdork · 3 years

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stargazing - stiles stilinski

summary: your boyfriend took you out on an unexpected date before the senior year starts

word count: 1.4k

warnings: mentions of death of a family member but other than that this is just overall fluff

a/n: finally another fic! honestly not too proud of this but hey it’s a waste not to post it right? (oh and please mind the grammatical errors as always)

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“Where are we going, Stiles?” He lightly chuckled upon hearing the irritated tone in your question. You were getting impatient. Stiles decided to turn up in front of your house an hour ago, saying that he had an impromptu date plan for, and you quote, ‘the best last day of summer break ever’. Wanting to make it a surprise, he demanded you to wear a blindfold.

How conventional.

So here you are, in the middle of you don’t know where with the one and only Stiles Stilinski.

“I’m seriously contemplating the thought that you are kidnapping me right now,” you muttered as he scoffed. “Oh really? And you are willingly complying?” You could imagine a playful smirk forming on his face.

“Well, I can just kick your ass off. You’re pretty much useless without a bat.” You heard him let out an overdramatic gasp. “Says the girl who can’t even catch a cockroach without shedding a tear,” he retorted, trying to get back at you. “Cockroaches are fucking scary, okay? And that one could fly! They can rot in hell.” You huffed as he giggled. The thought of his grinning face compelled your lips to purse up into a smile.

Soon, you heard the gears of the jeep changing and came to a halt. “Okay, we’re here. Wait a second, don’t move.” You felt the jeep shifted as he got out of the car and shut the door. A few seconds later, you can feel a cool breeze hit your body, sending shivers, as Stiles opened the door for you.

He held your hand, helping you step out of the jeep slowly, making sure you did not trip and fall right onto your face. After you were standing steadily, his hands reached your shoulders, guiding you to wherever he wished.

It was quiet and tranquil, only faint sounds of crickets and rattling branches can be heard.

There is no way this is not the preserve.

Then, you felt a pair of hands move their way up to the back of your head, untying the blindfold.

Your eyes blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the sudden light entering your pupil, which didn’t take too long due to the low light of the night. After a few seconds, the sight ahead of you sent chills down your spine.

“Beacon Hills,” you exclaimed. You were at the peak of the preserve, looking down at the town that you grew up in as if it was a miniature city made of legos. Dots of lights were scattered all over the town, each one representing the citizens of Beacon Hills. Viewing the town from a different perspective seems unreal, triggering a sense of nostalgia.

Beacon Hills is actually really beautiful when its supernatural occurrences are not trying to kill you.

“I love it, Stiles,” you beamed, still adoring the scenery. “Wait till you see the main attraction,” he stated, earning a confused look from you.

“Look up,” he said softly and you obliged.

What came into your vision totally struck you frozen. Stars decorating the night sky, hanging down like fairy lights brightening the darkness of the night.

“Hey! What are you doing out here? It’s pretty late. Isn’t tomorrow your first day in your new school?” Your older sister came out through the window in your room and sat beside you on top of the roof. “Yeah I know, Cass.”

“Is there something wrong?” Concern was evident in her voice. “It’s fine,” you sighed, hoping she would stop the questions since you had no idea how to answer them. “Come on Y/N, I know something is bothering you.”

“I know what the cancer is doing to you, Cass. I’m tired of mom and dad trying to hide it and pretend like everything is okay but it’s not!”

You’re losing it. You have known the inevitable. You have even thought about it countless nights, but saying them out loud makes it real. And the realization, it shatters you.

Tears were now on your cheeks, flowing like a river non-stop. You did not dare to look at your sister, afraid of confronting the defeated look on her face.

You feel her inched closer to you, wrapping one of her arms on your shoulder. “Okay, look up to the sky. Do you see the stars?” You tilt your head up, the star-filled sky came into your blurry sight.

“Remember how we used to look at the stars every night when we were little?” She said through her shaky voice filled with mixed emotions. You nodded your head, not being able to fully form a coherent word due to your current state.

“You’ve always said that one day you will become an astronaut, fly to space, and take the stars back to me since I love them so much,” she muttered in a bittersweet tone.

“I know it’s been hard for you, and I’m sorry that we have never brought it up to you. Mom and dad, they are both in pain too and they try to hide it. But yes, sooner or later, the day will come where we can’t escape the truth anymore.”

You finally mustered up enough courage to look over to your sister, moonlight illuminated her soft skin. She smiled up to the sky, sadness evident on her face. She did not cry, probably because she had no more tears left to shed.

“I can’t promise that everything is going to be okay.” She held your hand and stared at you, a hint of her sadness fading away.

“But one thing I can promise you is that I will always be with you. If you ever miss me, remember, you can always look up to the stars in the sky, and just imagine yourself sitting here right now, with me beside you.”

A heartbreaking smile was now on your face due to the sudden recollection of your memories with your sister. Noticing the shift in mood, Stiles moved closer to you. He brought his arm up to your shoulders, pulling your sides closer to his, in an attempt to give you some kind of comfort.

You didn’t speak a word and rest your head gently on his shoulders. Both of you were stargazing on top of Beacon Hills preserve in silence.

Time seems to stop for a moment. You are on top of the world, with your boyfriend right beside you, enjoying each other’s company. Yes, the thought of your sister saddened you, but at the same time, you have never felt more whole.

After a few minutes, Stiles decided to break the stillness engulfing the two of you.

“I know how much pressure and stress you have been under lately, especially since tomorrow we are officially seniors. I just thought that this might make you feel better, you know?”

Hearing his words, you broke into a sob. All the weight your body had been holding vanished in a matter of seconds.

What did I do to deserve Stiles Stilinski?

He swiftly pulled you into a warm hug, embracing you tightly. You rest your head on his chest, tears staining his white T-shirt. His steady heartbeat was music to your ears as he drew circles on your back, calming you down.

You pulled back, your palms now resting on his chest, staring into his intoxicating honey orbs. His features stood out even more under the soft light of the moon.

He brought both his hands up to your tear-stained cheeks, wiping some of them off. A warm, reassuring smile painted his face. “You look beautiful when you cry.” You chuckled in response. “Well, that’s one way to compliment a girl, Stilinski.”

“But hey, I got her right?”

“Yes, you do Stiles.”

He leaned into your face, his semi-chapped lips pressing onto your soft ones. You melt into his embrace, eyes fluttering close. Despite having to kiss him thousands of times already, your heart was still hammering loudly, butterflies going crazy in your stomach. The kiss was not needy or steamy, it was intimate and passionate. It was the type of kiss that’s full of love instead of desire.

You broke the kiss, both of you breathing heavily.

“Thank you.” You looked up to him, giving him a small smile. “All for you, my love.” He returned with a cheeky grin.

“Okay, that’s a little cheesy, Stiles,” you snickered, unable to hold the giggles erupting from your lips. “Okay, yeah, I cringed too. Glad you brought it up.” He also chuckled with you, both of your laughter lit up the quiet night.

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hikarimiyanaga · 3 years

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the Dimitrescu's with their s/o with wings that they are big and fluffy and can protect them from cold

I cannot tell you just how much I love this.

I'm adding Donna too, if you don't mind.

Also, reader is a Mulawin, a fictional species in the Philippines who can transform into a winged humanoid by stabbing the back with a feather (That's just how much I remember, forgive my goldfish memory.) Except the one for Alcina's.

So here you go!

Alcina Dimitrescu / Lady Dimitrescu

Flying has always been a joy. Nothing can ever get you to come down from the skies where freedom is your companion.

That is, until you saw her. The first time that you were flying through the village, you crashed into a big tree when you saw her. She caught your eye.

She was also the one who found you, passed away like an idiot. She was also the one who nursed you back to health, your wings all bandaged up.

You move them and she was entranced. It was the first time she saw someone like you. Someone with such big wings.

After that, it took you three days to recover your dignity but you stayed in the Castle for weeks.

You've never been grounded in your whole life before. And she... She was the reason.

You flew off in a fit of rage. Because how dare she. How dare she capture your heart? How dare she steal your attention from your beloved freedom?

You stop as you look upon the whole castle... You can fly but you have never thought to explore it. And you realize, yes you do have freedom... But in exchange, you have no place to call home. No one to call family. You were just drifting from place to place.

You touch down and the three girls cry as they hug you. They thought you left. That you left them behind.

"I could never." You say with a sad smile. "How could I do that to the most sweetest girls in the world?" They hug you again and you look at Alcina. Her eyes were unreadable as she goes inside the Castle.

You tucked the girls in for the night. Then fidget nervously in front of Alcina's room... She saw you. You glared at her before you went outside and flew.

You knock and a small 'come in' can be heard from the door. You open it slowly and see Alcina in her night gown, getting ready to sleep. She glances at you then continues. You sigh.

"Did you know I wasn't born with these wings?" You look down as she turns to you. "I was an experiment. A guinea pig." She frowns at you. "It's why I love the sky... And the freedom. The way that the wind blows through my body as I fly through the skies." You sigh. "I'm sorry that I flew away so suddenly... I just." You turn to her with a sad smile. "It reminded me of being imprisoned."

"Staying here?"

"No... Staying grounded."

After your confession, Alcina held you tight. And you stayed at the Castle. Alcina doesn't care if sometimes you disappear suddenly, she knew how important flying is to you now.

Donna Beneviento

Observation has always been a part of your life. Even before you had discovered that you can transform into a Mulawin.

You stumbled upon the village and stayed for a week because of how isolated it was. It reminded you of your own home.

But then you met Donna and she made you stay. She didn't know that you were a Mulawin so you confessed it to her.

She accepted you with all her heart.

It was such a relief to open your wings in front of another person and knowing that they wouldn't do anything to hurt you.

One day, it was snowing heavily so you and Donna decided to stay in instead of going out into the village, she even made sure to make her gardener go home early.

"It's so cold." Donna says and you knew that it was serious since she didn't even use Angie to say her thoughts out loud.

You get your feather and summon your wings. You hug her and she blushes. She was going to turn to face you when your wings wrapped around her. She sighs in relief and leans on you.

"Thank you." She mumbles and you hum as you stare out the window. Before you knew you it, the both of you had fallen asleep cuddling each other.

Bela Dimitrescu

You were a guest of Mother Miranda and was given to the Dimitrescus as a guest.

Of course, the woman knew about your species and she hired you to help restore Eva... you had no intention of helping her but that's something for another day.

You were reading inside the library when Bela stumbles upon you. You smile at her and that was the start of the friendship between the both of you.

But then the day comes when Ethan came to the Village. And almost every one of your instincts are telling you to run.

You couldn't abandon them though so you stayed, hoping to convince the three sisters to at least hide somewhere safe. But they wouldn't listen to you. You panic when Ethan gets inside so you get your sword that was given by your Father.

Before you even knew it, though there was a shattering sound and you hear Bela's scream. You rushed to her side and stop Ethan by knocking him out. Then you shield her with your wings. She was stunned by their colors but it made you annoyed.

"Go somewhere safe, damn it!" She snaps out of it and nods at you before going to the library.

You sigh as you take care of Ethan and get Rose's vial. You then help him get the other ones.

You join forces with Karl who was actually... reasonable?

The three of you get Rose back from Miranda and you reunite with Bela.

She hugs you and you hug her back.

Cassandra Dimitrescu

You were captured by Karl on one of his expeditions to find ways to kill Mother Miranda. He wanted to get your help but you don't want to kill anyone anymore.

You were so done being exploited by humans. You wanted to hide your wings but he wouldn't let you. When you were unconscious, he brought you to the castle, hoping that they would be good hosts to you.

And they were, for starters, Alcina freed you and you hid your wings. It was exhausting to maintain their form for that long after all.

You got along with the three daughters, most particularly Cassandra, who shared your interest in Art.

You were amazed by everything that she creates, even if it was just sketches.

One day, it was snowing and the three girls were huddle in the library with the fireplace. You take pity on them so you make your wings appear and hug them. Bela and Daniela thanks you while Cassandra just hugs you, no words needed.

Ever since then, if it was just a bit cold, Cassandra would come running for you and you chuckle as you hug her.

Daniela Dimitrescu

You were the known bird person in the Village and you were close to the four lords. Often becoming their only visitors every week.

You were particularly close to Alcina, her having shown her true form to you and you sharing your bloody past.

One day, Alcina asked you for a favor since she needed to be out on a business trip, she asked you to look after her daughters.

"Are you sure?? You do know I'm like only a year older than them, right?" She assures you that you're the perfect person for the job and she does trust Bela... but Cassandra and Daniela can be that rambunctious.

When you meet Bela, she gives instructions that you look after Daniela while she looks after Cassandra. You agree and she thanks you.

So you spend everyday with Daniela, even telling her stories from your past.

One day, it was a particularly cold day when she decided to go outside the village. Saying she wanted to explore.

But then it suddenly rained so you quickly make your wings appear and shield her. Both from the cold and water.

"Stick close to me." You say and she just nods, uncharacteristically quiet as you two go back to the castle.

Bela was so worried that she hugs Daniela, happy that you were both safe. Cassandra though, she takes note of the unusual attitude of their youngest.

When Daniela was alone, Cassandra surprises her and smiles.

"You like Y/N, don't you?" Daniela blushes and tries to deny it but sighs. She talks to Cass all about you.

What they didn't know was you were listening in... It was an accident.

When they finish talking, you appear and confess to Daniela that you felt the same way.

A/N:

This took way too long since I started playing Genshin Impact again.

Anyways, I only have two more requests to go and I'm going to start writing the Loving You sequel.

Comments and thoughts are always welcome!

Thank you for reading!

If you can, please buy me a coffee.

#alcina dimitrescu x reader #donna beneviento x reader #bela dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader #resident evil fanfic #resident evil village #resident evil #re8

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theladyofbloodshed · 2 years

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Au acosf - part 26

what started as a few little chapters is spiralling into something bigger so thank you for sticking with it

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Darkness curled around his body in a cloak of onyx as the shadow singer landed on the roof of the house of wind. If Cassian hadn’t been there, gazing out at the city he adored, he’d not know that his brother had arrived. Azriel had mastered silence and darkness, more shadow himself than substance.

‘I thought you’d be in Windhaven,’ he said by way of greeting.

Cassian shrugged. ‘I’ve been here the last couple of days going over plans with Rhys. The Blood Rite is coming.’

Az waved a letter in the air. ‘That blacksmith from my mother’s village. It’s his year to enter. He’s written back to Nesta.’

‘Oh.’

That was the only word his body would allow him to say. Anything else would have been an insult, an involuntary reaction to the bond that saw any other male as a threat. Azriel only rolled his eyes. ‘He wrote on behalf of my mother too.’

‘What are his chances?’

‘A bit of a runt. If he keeps his head down he’ll have a chance of surviving though, he’s smart enough.’

Cass knew that Azriel had no love for anything Illyrian. The Blood Rite held no value except allowing monsters to thrive, he said. Cassian was inclined to agree with it to a degree; those who relished the killing often saw the Rite as a free for all, a chance to settle any squabbles. Those were the ones who survived. They were the warriors the Night Court armies needed though and the Rite was an important element of their history. It did feel a bit like a waste of life sometimes, but if it was taken from them, Illyrians would riot. As a boy, all he wanted was to prove himself in the Blood Rite and show the world he was more than just a bastard orphan. It was a chance to be greater than your birth.

‘Are you staying for dinner?’

‘No,’ Az said shortly.

He’d not spent a night in Velaris in weeks, not since they’d met with Eris. Cassian had split his time between his home in Illyria and the House of Wind. He was always invited for dinner with Feyre or Mor, but it didn’t fill the hole slowly spreading inside of his chest. He missed Azriel. He missed Nesta. Missed them both ganging up on him.

‘At least have a drink. You look dead on your feet.’

Either the drink or the pleading look on his face caused Azriel to relent and follow down the stairs into the house. Both males sighed with relief as they collapsed onto couches by the fire. Although spring had arrived to the city, there were still a few bitterly cold evenings that clung to winter.

‘When are you delivering the letter?’

‘Tomorrow. If I have to see Tamlin this evening, I’ll snap his neck. I’m not in the mood for it today.’ His brother was always a quiet unassuming force that was happy to linger in the background then sometimes words would pass his lips and Cassian was reminded of what a dangerous power he could be.

Azriel withdrew a lengthy scroll of parchment. ‘Will you give that to Rhys?’

As Azriel shifted, Cassian smelt a faint whiff of blood from his brother’s direction. He did not pass comment.

‘Not a letter of resignation, I hope,’ Cassian teased though with how distant Azriel had been in the last few weeks, it would not surprise him. Az held all of his cards to his chest. Always had. Always would. It still shocked him that he’d trusted Nesta enough to take her to his mother’s home. Mor had never even met his mother in all the years that had passed between them.

He chuckled softly. ‘If I can put up with you for five hundred years, I doubt anything could make me leave for good. A report about Briallyn. We found a group of Eris’ soldiers under her control.’

‘Not the ones I trained in Illyria?’

Az shook his head. ‘No. Not those. Lucien is braving the Autumn Court to dispatch that message to Eris.’

‘Were they truly under her control – or another trick from that snake?’

Azriel spread out his scarred hands to show he didn’t know. ‘I’d have liked to observe him when Lucien informed him to gage his reaction, but it’s not worth me going there. Beron would love to string me up in the dungeon.’

Beneath Azriel’s nails, Cassian caught sight of mud and blood. Azriel tucked his hands out of sight as a shadow curled over his wing, whispering in his ear.

‘We had to kill the soldiers. It seemed as though parasites had invaded their minds; unable to make any movement without a whisper telling them to.’ Cassian spotted the flecks of blood on his boots that he’d not been able to clean in a hurry. ‘It was necessary, but awful. They did not put up any sort of fight. Just stood there as we killed them. Not the kind of news we could send in a letter or wait until Eris crossed our path again.’

‘But you can send it in a letter to Rhys?’

His brother met him with one of his unflinching stares. Az had every mark of an Illyrian; the hazel eyes coupled with black hair and bronzed skin yet there had always been something other about him. He had never fitted in to Illyria, had no desire to.

‘My father kept me locked up, Cass. Every day I spent alone in darkness lasted an eternity. I’d have agreed to any deal anybody offered me to just get out of there. Feyre’s desperation was once mine; I can’t stand that Rhys took advantage of her.’

‘They’re mates.’

‘And if they weren’t? If Tamlin’s partner was dragged here for a week each month in revenge and hated every minute of it? Would he have kept her in the Hewn City? Just because it’s worked out now, it does not mean Rhys knew at the time.’

For a general, Cassian hated conflict. This emotional conflict between brothers. Azriel had his struggles. Even after centuries, he would continue to carry them alone rather than share the load with any of them.

‘Tamlin is the reason his mother and sister are dead, Az. You can’t hate the male for holding a grudge.’

Azriel waved a hand. ‘Exactly. If Feyre wasn’t his mate do you think he’d not act on his grudge against Tamlin’s partner?’

‘She is my mate though,’ an icy voice said from the doorway.

If Azriel felt embarrassed that he’d been caught speaking such things of his high lord, he did not show it outwardly. The cool, calm exterior remained as he locked eyes with Rhys. ‘And I’m happy you have each other, but my point remains.’

‘A hypothetical,’ Rhys said, stepping into the living room and settling into an arm chair. ‘There’s no weapon that will cleave the past. What’s done is done. Feyre forgives me and understood my motives.’

The tone suggested the matter was no longer up for debate but either side of him the anger was simmering away. Rhys leaned forwards to receive the report from the table. They sat in silence while he read.

‘Does he have soldiers in the Spring Court?’

‘He did when we were last there.’

Rhys nodded, mind already calculating their next step. ‘Can you spare any of your spies to keep a watch on Nesta?’

‘Why?’ Cassian ground out, ready to combat the doubt Rhys had about her.

Rhys frowned. ‘I don’t want any soldiers who are likely to be controlled by Briallyn getting to her. Tamlin won’t lift a finger and she’s refused every offer of training. Have you worked out how they’re being controlled?’

When Az shook his head in response, a plan had already formed in Rhys’ mind. ‘That needs to be our priority. I’ll ask Helion to search his libraries too. He’s already researching Koschei. Az, try and keep an eye on Nesta, as often as you can. We need to keep an eye on Beron somehow. I would not put it past him to sacrifice his own soldiers.’ Rhys waved his hand thorugh the air drawing a bottle of whiskey and three glasses towards them. ‘We need to meet with Eris and Lucien. I’d go to Spring myself but Nesta might set me alight again.’

‘It was an accident that day – and you provoked her,’ Cassian said reaching for his glass. ‘You’ll kill Az off if you give him any more duties. You look a male half dead. I’ll go to Nesta.’

Azriel snorted. ‘She’ll definitely set you alight after your last meeting.’

‘Actually, I saw her a few days ago on Calanmai,’ he said casually, stretching his wings out behind him like a puffed up peacock. ‘It was nice. We watched the celebrations. I’m teaching her Illyrian.’

‘I’m happy for you,’ Rhys said, raising his glass in a toast.

Cassian shrugged, not letting himself hope too much that maybe they could forge a path back to each other. He wanted to shout from the rooftops that they’d spent the night slumbering together. That her deep steady breathing as she slept peacefully was a symphony to his ears. That seeing her alone, watching her as Nesta, not Feyre’s sister had been a gift. But he kept quiet. He had learnt his lesson from speaking too loosely about Nesta. She valued her privacy.

There had been a moment during the war as if their two souls had finally converged, but ever since then it was as if they were going in different directions, drifting further from each other every day. There was no guarantee they would meet again unless he went to her.

‘It’s just a few language lessons,’ he said, stretching his toes towards the fire, feeling the strain in his calves. ‘She misses your mother, Az.’

‘And she her. I have to go.’ The whiskey lay untouched.

Rhys held up a finger. ‘Before you go, this arrived. Nesta has organised a high lord meeting in the Dawn Court.’

‘How in the Mother’s name has she managed that and why?’ Cassian was awestruck by that female who continually surprised him.

‘Maybe you can figure it out so we don’t end up with any nasty surprises.’

***

They had had a blazing row. Twice. Nesta sat on the edge of the bath with her jaw clamped shut listening to the storm swirling through the house while the taps streamed. It was an improvement. Usually, she got no reaction from Tamlin. An argument was positively fantastic.

They had argued over attending the meeting in the Dawn Court. Tamlin ignored her the first few times she tried to raise the subject then he had physically moved her out of his path and she’d erupted at him. No kind words left her lips, but Tamlin deserved every single one. They had shouted at each other until he had involuntarily burst into his beast form then she’d blasted him down the corridor with her fire to buy her time to run to her room and bar the door. She hadn’t slept a wink that night, only sat rigid in the chair that still smelt like the bat with Zasha pressed onto her lap.

Their second argument had been about the first. Nesta could not help herself from starting it again; so long she’d been without that wild anger. It had helped her in the past. It wasn’t healthy, and she could admit that now, but it had been an outlet for all the feelings she fought to hide. If arguing with Tamlin would bring back the high lord then she would do it every day. This court needed a leader.

It only ever happened once the servants were gone for the day. Likely the sentries could hear it though as they both shrieked at each other, but Nesta already had their trust. She would push and prod the high lord, knowing exactly what his limit was just as she’d known her own. If she had been the mortal taken above the wall, they would likely be under Amarantha’s dominion because Nesta would have strangled Tamlin in his sleep rather than love him.

With Zasha at her side, she sought out the brooding male. He’d smashed up his bedroom this time. The door hung from its hinge and the top panel had splintered from where a claw had dragged through it as easily as if it were butter.

‘Bath. Now.’

Tamlin snarled at her. Nesta was used to it. All the males did in this land was snarl and growl, no better than animals. Except perhaps Azriel. He had manners, at least.

Zasha growled back at the high lord. The hound had grown so he stood as tall as her knee although he had a lot of growing left to do.

‘Don’t drown yourself. I need you at the meeting next week.’

And Nesta would like that pleasure for her own.

So Nesta waited in the kitchen. The servants had made a soup earlier in the day, but Nesta had declined it, knowing she’d try again at rousing the high lord from his lethargy. She stirred the pan with a wooden spoon, letting the smell of the mushrooms drift throughout the house.

When the final shards of her hope were slipping from her fingers, Tamlin appeared in the doorway with damp hair hanging loosely around his shoulders. He had never asked for Nesta to live with him. It had been Eris’ doing. He could throw her out at any moment if he wished it. It had been his money that had supported them when they were still mortal. It was guilty money, for stealing their sister, but he still had not needed to take care of them financially.

‘I’m not here to take your court,’ she said, gesturing to the seat beside her.

Tamlin took his bowl of soup to the opposite end of the table so they could both be in command. ‘Your sister would like this court after she ripped it open.’

Nesta bristled at the mention of Feyre. ‘I do not support her decision nor am I aligned with the Night Court. I support the fae who have been displaced. I’m not here as your enemy. Quite frankly, I’d prefer it if you led your own folk. Please pass the butter.’

The dish slid along the wooden table and Nesta buttered a roll in silence. She’d have liked to have seen the world rather than spend her days with no company but a dog and a beast piecing together a court that made her rub her eyes constantly.

‘The pianoforte in the back room,’ she said, ‘could I play it?’

Tamlin narrowed his eyes at her. ‘You play?’

‘Badly. But I should like to practise in between running your court.’

‘Unusual. Queue. Slaying. Conflagration.’

‘I beg your pardon?’

Tamlin gripped the arms of his chair. The green eyes that bore into hers lacked the warmth of the bat’s big hazel ones. ‘I wrote your sister poems to help her understand words.’

Nesta got to her feet and cleared the table. Faithfully, Zasha followed her every movement. ‘You could have written Feyre a symphony and it would not make a shred of difference to me. Or to her. She has her mate. She is happy. No amount of wallowing will ever bring her back. And I have to ask, why would you even want her back? The damage she has done to this court is incomprehensible. Or is it simply the slight against you that she’s now with your enemy? The female herself doesn’t matter.’

The dishes could wait until the morning. She had an evening of uncomfortable quiet ahead. Nesta craved company – company on her own terms where she could say goodbye when it had become enough. She either spent the nights in the high lord's office or alone reading a book with only Zasha tailing her.

‘The meeting is in five days. I expect you to attend and I expect you to support this court.’

The next couple of days were a blur. Something in her words had prised the male out of his shell and Nesta was damned if she was letting him sink back into himself. Fionn had managed to bring him into training; the males watched him with awe even if his skills were rusty. The pianoforte needed tuning – a task she’d beg of Eris – but she had found a fiddle and thrust it at Tamlin. She had heard him playing alone, but the melody was sprightly. A tailor was sent for, to produce new clothes for him – and for Nesta - to signify an alliance. So much of politics was made up of gestures and imagery. They would give the illusion they were allies.

A letter had arrived from Beron requesting information about Eris’ movements, saying Nesta had been given ample time to befriend his son. Boldly, Nesta had simply written back that she hoped to see him at the Dawn Court so they could discuss their budding alliance. Did he think her stupid enough to leave a trace of evidence?

On the third day since their terse dinner, Tamlin remained in the grounds as the sun had set enjoying conversations with his sentries and servants who lingered after their shift. Nesta sat on a cushioned bench that hung from a large oak tree with Zasha splayed across her legs. She had been reading until the light became too dim then admitted defeat and watched the display. The instruments had come out; Javién, the soldier with a nice voice, had begun singing too. It was a noise Nesta often heard while he walked the grounds. She was not an expert on battle strategy, but the singing was likely not a move of stealth. Still, it was lovely to listen to.

Zasha’s movements alerted Nesta to two figures in the distance. The off-duty sentries moved at once, but the dog was quicker, streaking across the lawn. One of them winnowed away and the other already had a red glow pulsing into the shadows.

Fionn escorted Cassian across the grounds, his hand poised on the pommel of his sword in case he needed to react. Nesta had not the heart to tell him that if Cassian moved first, the male would not even have the chance to draw his sword.

‘My lady,’ Cassian said as greeting, a lupine smile on his features.

Nesta could feel the eyes of those gathered watching them, including the high lord of the court. Even if they did not know exactly who he was, the Night Court had such a reputation, he was villain enough. Nesta slipped her arm through Cassian’s to try and soothe the uncertainty rippling across the sentries and servants then led the bat away from nosy eyes to a quiet portion of the garden, Zasha scampering along behind them chasing after moths.

‘Sorry I’m late.’

‘I had not known we had agreed to meet.’

Cassian peered over the tall hedge towards the festivities that were occurring. Nesta could not read his expression. If she had to name it then it was puzzlement. Then he turned to her, eyes bright, smile genuine.

‘I owe you a second lesson. But besides that, I have a letter from Balthazar and Rovena. Az was meant to deliver, but he’s shattered – so you’re stuck with me.’

Nesta squealed with delight as she tore the paper from his large, warm hand. Her eyes scanned the lines quickly then her joy turned to ash in her mouth.

‘He’s entering the Blood Rite? He’ll die, won’t he?’

Cassian shifted uncomfortably. ‘Have a little faith in him.’

‘We have need of a farrier here. I had offered him a position. He said if he survives he’ll visit.’ Nesta touched her heart, ‘Oh, I miss Rovena even more now I’ve read this.’

‘I can take you to Illyria – even if just for the day, if you wanted to see them. And those children.’

‘Lule and Lorin,’ Nesta supplied.

Cassian nodded. Nesta knew it wasn’t a false promise, that he would do anything she wanted of him.

‘If you flew me to Illyria, there is no telling how many times I’d vomit on that long flight.’

'I'd be gentle,' he said, voice low and coaxing. ‘Rhys or Mor could winnow us.’

‘Not them,’ she said sharply. Out of the two, Nesta could not say which one she least would like to be in close proximity with.

‘Az is too busy, Nes.’

‘Doing what?’

‘Mysterious things,’ he said, deftly snatching the letter from her hand and tapping the end of her nose with it.

They sat for a long time, until darkness had seeped into the sky. Cassian leaned forwards on the bench to shrug his jacket off. Wordlessly, he draped it over Nesta’s shoulders, protecting her from the slight chill of the night. In their silence, the noise carried to them; the bright, bouncing melodies, the clapping. From the cheers, she imagined dancing – not the precise waltzes she adored, but the wild, loose fae dancing from stories.

‘Is this what you want? To do all Tamlin’s dirty work?’

‘I’m good at it.’

‘But is it what you want, sweetheart?’

No, no it wasn’t. She was good at accounts, good at taking charge to spearhead a political assignment. It did not mean she enjoyed it. There were days she still wanted to curl up in bed and forget the world, but with so many relying on her, she could not.

‘I want to make a difference to those who need help.’

‘You could do that in Illyria.’

Nesta reflected the question back on him. ‘Is that what you want? For me to do all Rhysand’s dirty work?’

Zasha brushed against her leg, demanding attention. It anchored her, stopping her anger from sweeping her away.

‘I don’t want to argue with you. I argue with Tamlin enough.’

The siphons flashed a warning beside her. ‘What?’

Nesta shrugged away his concern. ‘If we don’t argue, I’m ignored. It’s how I’ve learnt to communicate with him.’

‘Mier,’ the bat said. ‘Peace.’

Nesta repeated it. It had become a mantra of hers to repeat the words he had taught her to solidify them into her mind. She listened as he listed the words for the moon, the stars, the hedge and flowers. In a sudden movement, he’d snatched the dog onto his lap and flipped Zasha so he was supine.

‘Zuby – teeth.’ The dog playfully tried to chew at the male’s hand as he thrashed in his lap. ‘Chvost is tail and paw is labka.’

‘And more than one?’ She asked leaning over to rub a hand across the pup’s exposed belly.

‘Labky.’

‘And big?’

‘Veľký.’

‘Aha.’ She remained quiet for a while. ‘How do you say bat?’

‘Netopier.’

‘Žena,’ she said, placing a hand across her chest then to Zasha, ‘pes,’ and finally towards Cassian, ‘Veľký netopier.’

‘You cruel female. Accurate but cruel.’

Even in the darkness, Nesta could make out the grin branding his handsome face. He was handsome. Cassian had a rugged and wild sort of look, one she’d found interesting since the moment she had met him. He did not fit the mould of what her beloved was meant to be. Part of her reluctance to the bond was because of that; because the Cauldron had taken so much from her already then gifted her a male the entire opposite of what she was taught she deserved. For so long she had been raised expecting a poised, well-mannered rich man. None of those qualities made a good man though. A good male she supposed now. And Cassian was that.

‘Why do you even want to learn the Illyrian tongue?’

‘It sounds so nice when you speak it. I am butchering it. I don’t know. I enjoyed my time there with Rovena. The food. The clothing. The company. It’s a pretty place, all mountains and wildness. It’s a pity the males treat their females so badly.’

‘Rhys has changed the law. Any male guilty of clipping will receive the same fate.’

‘Better late than never, I suppose,’ she said coldly.

She asked him to talk about the Blood Rite. From books, she had gained a decent idea, but he would give the truth. Nesta listened with a furrowed brow to his own time - how he and his brothers had been spread across the land and clawed their way back to each other. It was a barbaric tradition, she decided. Her stomach clenched as she imagined sending her son to the Blood Rite one day. Then she blushed, embarrassed she’d suddenly imagined an Illyrian son as her own.

‘You alright?’ Cassian said, amusement dancing in his tone. That damn bond. It unfairly gave him an advantage in reading her emotions.

‘How long does the Blood Rite take?’

‘A week. I’ll be in Windhaven when it’s done. I can send word about Balthazar to you – either way.’

Nesta nodded solemnly. ‘It’s silly really to care. I’d only known him a couple of days, but it was nice to have a friend who was solely mine and didn’t judge me. Do you know a female shopkeeper in Windhaven? Emerie.’

‘I’ve met her, yes.’

‘We ate pastries in her store, the three of us that morning before I… Before everything went wrong. Worse than it had been. It was nice. I should have liked her as a friend too. Illyrians are full of warmth.’

‘Don’t let Az catch you saying that. He’ll think you’ve been brainwashed by his mother.’

Nesta missed that soft female more than she could put into words. Cassian seemed to sense she was growing upset, missing what she had lost and brushed a thumb down her face. It left a trail of heat in its wake.

‘I think this is the most we’ve ever spoken without trading insults or worse.’

‘I did call you a big bat.’

‘But you said it in perfect Illyrian.’

‘I have a good teacher.’

#acotar #acowar #acosf #acofas #acomaf #au acosf #nessian #nesta archeron #tamlin #cassian #azriel #rhysand

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turtle-steverogers · 2 years

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is this an ask game?? is it?? if so...

28. “Look, it’s not my fault we got distracted.” “No? Then whose is it?”

41. “Is that my shirt?” “Is… is that okay?”

FINALLY inching through these...

HI CASS!! I hope this is adequately fluffy for youuuu <333

Opening the spice cabinet, Bucky added salt to the eggs with one hand while he whisked them with the other. Bacon was already frying in the oven, and cinnamon rolls were cooling on the stove. Freshly squeezed orange juice sat in the fridge, ready to be served with the rest of breakfast as soon as it was ready. Distantly, Bucky hoped Steve wouldn’t mind the absence of apple juice for one morning-- hopefully the orange juice being fresh would make up for it.

It wasn’t often that Bucky woke up first, but Steve had been up late the night before finishing a commission for the Tower, and Bucky figured he deserved something special for all of his hard work. Besides, the cinnamon rolls had been overdue for use since Steve bought them a week ago and promptly forgot to make them. So really, Bucky was killing two birds with one stone.

Down the hall, he heard the bedroom door open, and Steve appeared a moment later in the mouth of the kitchen.

“What’s all this?” he asked, sleepily rubbing at an eye with a fist. His hair was sticking straight up, and there were lines on his face from where he’d been squashed into his pillow. Bucky smirked. Steve could be so goddamn cute.

“Breakfast,” Bucky said, pouring the eggs into the waiting skillet.

Steve came up behind him, latching onto his back like some overgrown leech, arms wrapped around Bucky’s middle. Bucky could feel his hair tickling the back of his neck.

“It’s real fancy breakfast,” Steve said, voice muffled. Bucky turned the stove down to let the eggs cook slowly, and shifted around so he could hug Steve closer.

“Yeah, real fancy breakfast for my real fancy artist,” Bucky teased, never mind that the cinnamon rolls came from a can and the bacon had been in a half-used pack of oscar-meyer.

Steve grunted, eyes already closed again as he sagged against Bucky’s shoulder.

Bucky laughed, kissing his temple and letting his hand rub down Steve’s back. “You wanna sleep more, pal? I could save some of this stuff in the warming drawer-- is that my shirt?” He paused halfway through rubbing Steve’s back when he realized Steve was wearing his brand new Star Wars shirt.

Steve shifted, then shrugged. “First shirt I grabbed. Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Bucky said. “Just-- you don’t even like Star Wars.”

Steve pulled back, pouting at Bucky, and he looked positively ridiculous with his parakeet hair.

“I like Star Wars fine,” he insisted. “I just prefer Star Trek.”

Bucky snorted. “Fiend,” he said without heat. “I can’t believe I’m engaged to someone who honestly prefers Star Trek to Star Wars. You don’t deserve to be wearing that shirt.”

Steve’s pout turned into a smirk, and he pressed close to Bucky again. “What’re you gonna do about it?”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Well, for one, I’m going to take my shirt back.” He reached down to strip Steve out of the shirt, who lifted his arms and waggled his eyebrows. Bucky rolled his eyes again. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“I am perfectly un-ridiculous,” Steve insisted, wrapping his arms around Bucky’s neck.

Bucky tossed his shirt towards the kitchen table, ignoring when it pushed a few envelopes off the side. His arms wound around Steve’s waist, and he tugged him closer. Steve melted easily in his arms, and Bucky kissed him softly. Without heat.

“Un-ridiculous isn’t even a word,” he murmured against Steve’s lips, before deepening the kiss. “Serious… sensible… reasonable. Those are all better options to refute your ridiculousness.”

Steve hummed against his lips, letting them part naturally as he started to trail kisses down Bucky’s neck. Bucky leaned his head back, giving him access.

“Whatever,” Steve muttered. “You know I failed english.”

Bucky huffed a laugh. “You read more books than me and Becs combined.”

Steve shrugged. “Those ain’t correlated,” he said, before sucking a mark right underneath Bucky’s jaw.

Bucky gasped, fingers coming up to tangle in the back of Steve’s messy hair, and he tugged a little just to feel Steve shiver beneath his touch. Letting his thumb brush gently across the nape of Steve’s neck, Bucky let his thigh slot between Steve’s legs, feeling his cock twitch and start to harden and--

“Shit! The eggs, Buck--”

--And Steve was pulling away abruptly. Bucky turned around, cursing when he saw smoke start to rise from the now burnt eggs. Hastily, he moved the pan off the burner and turned off the stove. Steve reached over his head to turn on the fan.

“Damnit, Steve,” Bucky laughed, taking an oven mitt and fanning the still burning eggs.

“What!?” Steve exclaimed, but he was laughing, too. “It ain’t my fault we got distracted.”

“No?” Bucky asked, hip checking Steve lightly. Steve huffed, that adorable pout back on his face. “Then whose is it?”

“Star Wars’,” Steve said, turning his nose up defiantly.

Bucky’s eyebrows shot up. “It’s… Star Wars’ fault that we got distracted.”

“Obviously,” Steve said, plucking up a cinnamon roll and taking a big bite. “Which is more proof that Star Trek is better.”

“Don’t speak with your mouth full, Steven,” Bucky chastised, placing down the oven mitt and turning to pull Steve in. He placed a loud, smacking kiss on his nose and watched as Steve flushed bright red.

“Whatever,” Steve grumbled, cheeks still bulging with food.

Bucky eyed him fondly. “Help me with another batch of eggs, mister.”

“Yeah, okay,” Steve said, pinching Bucky’s side and making him yelp as he crossed to the fridge.

And as Bucky watched him balance the rest of his cinnamon roll in his mouth while he got out the eggs, he thought he was one fucking lucky guy to be the one Steve still chose after all this time.

I would like to note that neither Steve nor Bucky's opinions on Star Trek versus Star Wars reflect my own LMAOAO

#steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #stucky fic #mikey scrawls #mikey answers #mutuals <333 #soup tag

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bloodycassian · 3 years

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Coffee date - reader x Cassian

The pounding on your bedroom door came much too early. You groaned and rolled over in bed, hoping the waiting Illyrian outside would go away. The knock came again, even louder than last time. You cracked open an eye and glanced to the balcony. Still dark out. Not a hint of dawn rising soon.

"Five minutes or I'm coming in after you." Cassian's voice rumbled. You groaned yet again, and you could have swore you hear a soft chuckle as he walked away from the door.

He didn't want to be up either, but he reminded himself to stay strong against the temptation of going back to bed. To resist the temptation of allowing you to stay so catatonic. He tried not to pace in the dining room while he waited. He didn't want to look ruffled by you. He had to remain professional.

The soft scuff of a boot on the hard marble floor drew a smile from him. "That was eight minutes."

"So?" You muttered, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

He waved you over to the balcony, preparing to depart. You could tell the day would be cold, just from the slight haze over the setting moon. "That means you get to do some extra pushups to start the day." He encouraged, wrapping an arm around your middle before you could protest. He took off with a gentleness he graced you with every morning. It was considerate of him.

He tried not to lean into the warmth of your body, tried not to think of the sweet scent of your hair. He couldn't deny he enjoyed the closeness of your body though. He just tried not to let it show. Especially when he saw you in the tight leathers that you'd grown into better since you started training.

"straighten your back more." He instructed, then demonstrated himself the proper position for the pushup. You watched, trying not to pant from the exertion. His hair kissed the ground with each lift and fall of his body. His siphons glowed happily in the darkness.

The soft lights around the training ring cast his hair and wings in a perfect shade of black. His breathing became more labored, slipping into a pattern he was used to after so many centuries of training and battle. His grunt when he sat back up made your cheeks redden.

He pushed his hair back and gave you a nod. You continue with improved form, and tried not to slack for the session.

By the time he was done with the two hour session, you were sweating through your tunic in the morning sunlight. You had taken off the leathers when the sun had risen, welcoming the cool kiss of the dewey fog against your skin while he worked with you.

He had only removed his once you moved on to the last part of the training session. Hand to hand combat. It always made you the most nervous, but you knew he would never actually follow through with anything that may hurt you.

Still, you pulled your punches when you aimed at him with more critical moves. He gave you a warning glare but continued with you, moving together like a violent dance of hands and feet and grunting.

"Let me take you to get a coffee."

"I drink tea-

"Tea then." He blocked your punch and held your fist in his calloused yet soft hand. He squeezed slightly, and gave you a wolfish grin. You swooped your leg out to take down his legs, but his other hand caught your calf easily. He knew your moves, that was true.

He pulled you towards him slightly, forcing you to hop forward on one foot. He laughed and released you, and you found you were just a slight amount too close. You could feel the heat and energy radiating from him. It was easy touching distance to be able to wrap yourself around him if you wanted.

"Why would I go to tea with you?" You crossed your arms over your chest and stepped back before the thoughts of him could take over.

"Because I want to. And maybe it'll get your next lesson time reduced." He waggled his eyebrows at you.

"When?" You relented.

"Now?" He asked, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise at your lack of argument.

"I can't, I'm working in the library after this."

"Tomorrow. No training, we'll go to that shop down the street from Rita's."

Damn him. You couldn't give up the chance at skipping training for a day. You gave him a nod, which he returned with a bright smile.

You nervously picked your outfit. Not too dressy, not too casual though. He showed up early and you threw on a billowing top that accentuated your collarbones.

And his breath left him when he saw you. The slight amount of styling, that still looked natural on you. The way you still moved with the grace of a warrior well trained could have sent him into a frenzy. He held back though, keeping those primal urges at bay. Instead, he offered his hand in a low bow, and when you placed yours in his… he kissed it with the softest lips you’d ever felt.

A thrill ran through you, and you tried not to look at him while he rose again. Towering above you, not in a threatening way, but in a protective way that made you feel safe around him. He offered his arm, and led you to the balcony.

The cafe was nearly empty when you arrived. And it smelled delicious.

“I thought you only drank tea.”

“I made an exception for you.” you took a slow sip of the steaming cup and nearly moaned at the long forgotten taste of it. The hints of chocolate and nutty tones. Cassian knew he was staring, but mother above how could he not? The sound you’d made alone nearly got him half hard under the table. He clutched his own cup for dear life, fighting every urge thata screamed at him to take you away with him that instant.

After a moment of enjoying the soft background noises and the wonderful sunrise together, you had to break the illusion that this was anything more than a friendly breakfast. “What are we here for, Cas?” You sighed.

He knew what you meant. He’d prepared for this question. And he still didn’t know what to say, despite his hours deliberating in his head. “I just… wanted to spend more time with you.”

“Why?”

Because you’re the one person that’s made him feel the most alive in five centuries. You’re the one that he pictured holding his children at night. The one that made him suffer every day of doubt and worry wondering if you felt that connection too. “Because I think you’re interesting.” He said with a sly eyeroll.

You stirred your drink slowly, watching the swirling milk and froth mix together in harmony. “What if I said I’m not?” You asked, not looking up to him yet. You didn’t want to see the reaction there.

“I’d call you a liar. And a bad one.” He sipped his drink when you scowled at him. Before he could make the situation more complicated you had to end it. You had to keep him at bay. If he were to solidify this bond you felt deep inside your soul... you knew he would die defending you from the ones that hunted you.

It was exactly why he’d insisted on training you.

“Cass- we can’t do this. We cant be seen like this… People will get ideas and-”

“Like what? Two friends having coffee?”

The words stung, and that was the moment you knew you wanted whatever this was. Whatever that bond was with him...you wanted it to yourself. You wanted to embrace it and hold it close, hold him close. Your foot tapped impatiently on the floor, nerves kicking up.

“It’s not smart to pursue this… there’s a kill order for me, and Tamlin has made sure that all courts know. It’s not safe..”

“Screw Tamlin, you’re here now. That’s all that matters.” His voice raised an octave, and his hands clenched on the table. He struggled not to grip yours. He bit back on his temper at the mention of the male’s name. As if he didn’t have reason enough already to kill him. Putting the hit out for you was a petty blow, and every court knew it.

You couldn’t argue with his words. You were safe in Velaris, you knew that. But the paranoia still lingered. You sighed and looked out the large window. Several fae of different colors and features bustled by. They seemed happy. Sure, some seemed rushed to get to one place or another, but… they were all seemingly content.

“Forget about all of it, okay? If you’re not safe then I’m not either.” He defiantly pushed out his chest a bit, making you smile.

“Are you saying you’re my bodyguard now?”

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be.” His voice dropped low, and his wink made your cheeks red.

#reader x cassian #cassian x reader #acotar fic #acotar #cassian

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butwhyduh · 3 years

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Can you write something with Cassandra Cain/ Black Bat and the prompt ‘sexy training/sparring’ with supersis!reader?

Ooooo Interesting idea.

Warning: suggestive but no smut

Another complete mission done and the post mission meeting was coming to a close and you just wanted to take your shower and go to bed. Nightwing finally nodded and you started walking up to your room along with everyone else.

“Hey, can I talk to you,” he asked and you turned around. The others filed out around you.

“You were reckless. You could have gotten hurt today-“

“I don’t have a scratch on me-“

“And if they had Kryptonite or magic, you’d be dead,” he finished his sentence. “You need training before I let you go back out in the field. You’ll get someone hurt. Mandatory remedial training starts tomorrow.”

“Wing- really?” You protested.

“Yep! And I have just the person to punch you into shape,” Dick said with a positivity that was purposefully annoying.

“Who?”

“Black Bat,” he said while leaving the room.

“… Black Bat?” You mumbled after he left. So you’d worked with her a few times. She’s an insanely good fighter and her outfit is super scary. And you might have a tiny huge crush on her.

The next morning you were surprisingly nervous. Was it the fact that your heart beat a little faster when you thought of spending all day with her? Maybe. Was it genuine worry that she might find a way to actually hurt you? Maybe. We’re you gonna get your ass beat? Absolutely.

Cassandra and Dick walked in together and he rubbed his hands together happily. She was wearing black Lycra clothing and no mask. Her black hair was chin length and brushed back from her forehead.

“Okay so Cass is gonna train you with some defensive and offensive maneuvers but first we just want you to spar. No powers from you,” he looked at you. “No speed, no flight, and definitely no super strength. Cassandra is still a regular human. Even though she kicks everyone’s butt,” Dick said in a false whisper. Cass had a small smile.

“I’m not worried,” she said and her smile grew. You smiled nervously. You were gonna die.

“Alright, let’s spar,” Dick said.

“Okay,” you squeaked out.

Cass got in a fighting pose and you held your hands up. She immediately swept your legs from beneath you and you landed on the mat solidly. You tried to jump back up but a kick to the side had to landing on the ground again with a small oof of air puffing from your chest and if actually hurt. That was a new sensation.

“You are.. durable,” she said conversationally as she danced around you and you barely dogged most of her punches.

“Uh yeah, part Kryptonian,” you answered and another kick landed on your ribs and you were wincing in pain. How was she actually hurting you?

“That kick would have killed anyone else and she barely reacted,” she told Dick. He nodded. “But she is not trained to fight. Only strong enough to be hit,” Cass added.

“I’m right here,” you protested. “Wait, killed??”

She kicked your legs from beneath you and you landed bodily on the ground. Cass quickly wrapped her legs around your arm and shoulder in a hold and pulled. It didn’t quite hurt but you weren’t able to move either.

“Do you tap out,” Dick asked and you kinda pulled your arm for Cass to go along with it. You tried to sit up and was rewarded with a kick to the same spot on your side as before. It dropped you back to the floor.

“… yeah,” you groaned. She immediately let go and got back in a standing position. You rolled to your feet slowly.

“No super strength,” Cass reminded you.

“Again? You beat me easily,” you said.

“Make it less easy,” she smiled widely and your heart pounded in your chest at the sight, even though it meant she was going to beat you up again.

Dick’s phone went off and he walked to the edge of the room to answer. You took the break to grab some water. You weren’t tired exactly but it was something to do. He came back with an apologetic look.

“I’ve got to go. But you two keep it up. Cass knows what she’s doing. Sorry,” he said.

“It’s okay. We’re having fun,” she said.

“We are?” You said surprised.

“Yes, I don’t have to hold back.”

“Great,” Dick said as he left the room and you up Cassandra’s mercy. Your nerves went sky high. You were way too attracted to her to act normal in this situation.

She stood back in a fighting pose and motioned for you to attack her. You gave a punch far from full strength and before you could blink, she had hit you twice in the ribs with the side of her hand and pulled your hand behind your back and upwards.

“Don’t leave yourself open. Hands up,” she commented while releasing your hand. You nodded.

You started again with a punch and this time you blocked one hit but she kneed you in the stomach instead and you groaned. How hard could she hit?? She knew what areas to hit. You tried to punch her and she knocked your legs from beneath you and you hit the mat again, this time on your back.

Cass straddled your waist and started hurling you with a barrage of punches that you could barely dodge. You tried to hit back only to have her tie your wrists with a rope you hadn’t even seen her grab from some pocket. She was lightning fast. You pulled at them before stopping when you realized you couldn’t use your super strength in the fight.

“Do you tap out,” she asked and you could only stare at her. Holy shit you were too gay for this. Way too gay. She was straddling your waist ffs.

One of those things that wasn’t public knowledge was her increased abilities to read body language. Cass studied you and the way you moved and looked at her and it didn’t take much to learn what was on your mind.

She increased the pressure by pulling your wrists. You gasped. “Do you tap out?” Cass repeated, looming over you.

“I- uhh,” you stuttered. Your mind was gone. Smoke. A pretty girl was on top of you.

“Why are you… flustered,” she asked. She was staring at you like a detective. Was she bending closer? Her heartbeat wasn’t louder, you realized. But that didn’t mean much to a bat who probably trained that away.

“Well- you’re, I mean,” you stuttered again. She was definitely bending down towards you and you froze. Cass bent by your ear and your skin tingled at her breath.

“You find me distracting,” she whispered. It wasn’t a question. “You often watch me train.” She ran her teeth along the edge of your earlobe and you loudly inhaled. Your hand wrapped around one of her wrists lightly as best it could. Cass turned her head and you couldn’t help but look down at her lips.

“You’re brash. And reckless,” she stated and you gulped. She looked your face over before continuing. “But you have a kind heart.”

You turned your face to better accommodate a kiss if she wished. Hopeful but certainly not expectant.

“Too bad you can not fight,” she mused before pressing her lips against yours. You melted in her touch. You tried to cup her face or hug her or anything to only feel the rope around your wrist. She nibbled on your lip and you ripped the rope to thread your hand in her hair.

She pulled back. “No super strength.”

“But-“

“None,” she said tilting your chin up towards her. You put your wrists back where she had them. She pressed her lips back against yours and you couldn’t help the soft sounds you made. You pulled away at the noises in the hall.

“Nightwing,” you breathed and Cass was up and standing like nothing happened within a second and right before Dick opened the door. You, of course, looked like an idiot laying on the ground.

“Any progress,” Dick asked as you stood back up.

“Uhh,” you started.

“She will learn,” Cass answered. Dick was looking at you and Cass grinned like a cat at you from behind you.

“Yep,” you said and he smiled.

“Good. We’ll schedule it a few times a week,” Dick said while typing on his phone. Probably making the schedule already. “Just until Cass decides you’re ready. Now you have flying training with Koriand’r. You’ll be in fighting shape in no time.”

————————————

Hours later:

“So how is Y/n doing?” Clark asked Dick.

“Good. She’s training to be a better fighter before I put her out in the field.”

“Who with?” Clark asked with a frown. “Even though she didn’t grow up fighting, she has super streng-“

“Don’t worry. She’s training with Black Bat and to be honest, she probably won’t get a single hit in,” Dick said with a grin.

“I’m surprised she didn’t faint,” Clark said jokingly. Dick’s smile dropped.

“Is she having an health problems or anything-“

“No no. She’s just a… big fan,” Clark said. Dick nodded casually before realization hit him.

“Like that?”

“Hahaha yeah,” Clark said with a laugh. “Anyways, I’ve got to go. Talk to you later.”

#friday night smut #cassandra cain x reader #Cassandra cain #batfam x reader #batgirl x reader #orphan x reader #black bat x reader #supersis!reader #supersis #black bat x supersis!reader

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hcrringtonshair · 3 years

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I'll Make It Short

Sam Wilson x Reader

Word Count: 1492

Warnings: fluff - lots of that, a cheesy Sam, reader being a pain in the ass, mentions of smut (I'll make it +18 just to be save), a few cursing words

A/n: Thank you @speedycatbluebird for requesting this! I first thought I can't do this because for me Sam isn't all that romantic but for me I found a good way to make him romantic but not too ooc. I hope you'll enjoy this and I'm sorry for the cursing words and my failure to write it without hints of smut. AND sorry for me taking so long! Oh and This is not beta read! (As always haha)

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With a loud sigh you took the last bite of the cake on your plate. Eating this sweet stuff wasn’t a good choice while the hot sun burned down on you.

“Call me a superhero for finishing this without dying.”

You groaned while leaning to the site, resting your head on the shoulder of Sam who was sitting next to you.

His body vibrated at his laughter as he wrapped one arm around you and Bucky in front of you grinned.

“Aren’t you already?”

AJ, next to Bucky lifted his eyebrows and Cass besides him nodded.

“She’s the coolest aunt that’s for real.”

You joined the laughter at the table, feeling your chest warm up by the kind words of the boys.

“The only thing that’s left is that your uncle makes her your aunt for real.”

The murmured words of Sarah on your other side let you freeze for a second, and you look up to Sam’s face to check if he heard her.

But he was chatting with Bucky again and even if he heard it, he acts like nothing happened.

“Babe I’m tired.”

Hours later you still leaned on Sam’s shoulder listening to his stories about the fight in New York and his new suit to other members of the neighborhood.

The sun was halfway gone, but the warm weather and excited ambience wouldn’t let anyone think about going home.

Sam hums approvingly in your hair as he places a kiss on it, “We’ll go soon.”

You really enjoyed the whole day, but now all you wanted was to go home and cuddle up in your blankets.

“Come on boys. Let’s go home, it’s late. Say Goodnight to Sam, Y/n and Bucky.”

Two hours later, Sarah was the first one to stand up, followed by AJ and Cass even though they didn’t seem too happy about it.

“Good Night Uncle Sam, Good Night Aunt Y/n, Good Night Uncle Bucky.”

From the corner of your eyes you saw Sam smiling at them and even Bucky smiled by them calling him uncle.

“Good Night boys.”

You yawned with a smile and watched them go.

“See you later at home.”

A few minutes later only Sam, Bucky and you were left.

“I think we should go too. She’s already sleeping.”

With closed eyes you heard Bucky standing up, the bench he was sitting on scratching over the wooden underground.

“Nahh she’s not. She’s just trying to make me do what she wants.”

For another time his body shakes as he giggled, gently lifting you up in his arms and starting to walk.

“He’s right Bucky.”

Loud enough for them both to hear you, you mumbled the words which made them both laugh.

“If so, you can walk on your own, can’t you?”

Sam attempts to put you back on your own feet, but you protest by groaning into his chest.

“Okay fine.”

He softly laughed again, and you opened your eyes a bit to look at him but closed them immediately as he looked down on you.

“Ah god damn it, we have to go back. Buck go home we’ll follow soon. I forgot my phone on the table.”

You felt how Sam turned around to go back and heard Bucky saying goodnight.

“Y/n you’re not as lightweight as you look.”

“Thanks for that, you’re not as charming as you pretend Wilson.”

You slapped his shoulder, eyes open again and narrowing at him.

“Also you’re a bad liar. Your phone is in your pocket. I can feel it.”

The last bit of daylight showed him smirking down on you while he let you sit on the table.

“But maybe I am romantic and wanted to spend a moment here with you alone.”

“Don’t go cheesy now. You just called me fat.”

With crossed arms and a pouting face you watch him groan but laughing while hiding his face.

“I didn’t, I just said-”

“Anyways. You could have told Bucky that you wanted to be alone with me. I think he would have left voluntary when we would have start making out.”

You giggled on his frown but stopped as he leaned down, his face a few inches away from yours.

“Y’know what. I’ll remember that for the next time.”

He gave your lips a peck, but you grabbed him by the shoulders before he could lean back.

Pressing your lips on his you heard a growl from him which made you smile into the kiss and deepened it by pulling him even closer.

“Y/n…” You bit his bottom lip to stop him from talking, but he was stronger than you and moved back, only this far to face you.

“It wasn’t my intention to make out.”

“C’mon Sam, if you want to be romantic it’s logical that I think that we’ll do more than just make out. Besides, its one of the rare places where we didn-”

“It’s really hard to be romantic if you’re not at the slightest.”

He wasn’t mad about you, the ankles of his mouth raised up a bit, and you could tell that he already thought about it as well.

“Then you have to try harder.”

He sighed as he watched the calm water around you, eyes switching back to you as you attempted to remove the sweater from your body.

“Y/n no.”

He grabbed your hands, holding them to stop you and bringing them onto his chest.

“I try to focus y/n. Please give me a moment.”

“Focus on what?”

With closed eyes another groan left his mouth at your question.

“I’m tryin’ to… damn this is harder than I thought.”

He cleared his throat before locking his eyes with yours again.

“Why is everybody saying it’s easier when you’re already there.”

He mumbled more to himself, making you start to worry a bit about him and brushed over his cheek to make him relax.

“Babe just say what you wanna say.”

“Sugar I’m tryin’. God damn it.”

He took a deep breath, whispering several curse words before speaking up again.

“Listen. You know me, I’m not that type of guy who makes big speeches. This in New York was different.” He rolled his eyes at your frowning, “Whatever. I’m not this romantic dude, you know that. What was the most romantic thing I’ve ever done?”

“Making me the best Mac n Cheese ever when I was sick last month?”

“That was a rhetorical question y/n.”

“Oh… but you’re romantic Sam. You may not notice but for me the good morning kisses and cuddles are very romantic.”

“Really? I just think it’s… it’s not romantic for me, I think, because you just deserve it.”

You blushed at his confession, “See that was romantic too.”

“Okay okay umm… Well I wanted to say that I love you. I mean I really love you. After all this shit I’ve gone through, we went through…. All the stress in the last weeks, Flag Smashers, Super Soldiers, John Walker.”

“Now that you mentioned Walker it’s not romantic anymore.”

For a brief moment he laughed, putting his hands in his pockets before pulling out a ring.

You gasped as you stared at it, eyes switching up and down from his hand to his eyes.

“Now that you are really destroying my efforts to make it a proper proposal, I’ll make it short.”

He attempted to kneel down, but you stopped him by holding onto his shoulders to support yourself as you stood up.

Your legs had become jelly and your whole body started to shake while tears built up in your eyes.

“Yes. Don’t you dare to ask me that cheesy ass question. I say yes.”

He wanted to groan again by your move to hide him from making it right, but his view became soft when he saw the first tears rolling down your cheeks.

“So you will mar- Ouch.” You slapped his shoulder which caused him to laugh, “Okay okay, we’re going to marry yes?”

“Yes we will.”

Already sobbing you took him into a kiss, softly moaning into his mouth as his lips moved smoothly on yours.

“Can I first put that ring on your finger before you spring onto me?”

With a blurry view you watched him slowly putting that finger on your shaky hand with the brightest smile you have ever seen.

“I love you so much Sam.”

“I love you too, sugar.”

Still with that bright smile on his face, he brushed away the tears on your cheeks. Pure love and admiration in his eyes by your whispered words.

“You’ll tell my sister. She will kill me if she finds out that I planned it all on my own.”

“Fine but first I’ll come back to the topic that we didn’t have sex before on this place.”

“You’re really a pain in the ass y/n.”

“The pain in the ass who is going to marry you dumbass.”

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