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From the Ashes Pt.6

Pairing(s): one sided! Jaime Lannister x Lannister!Reader

Warnings: new characters :), changing povs, Cersei POV, MC POV

Words: 3689

Summary: A shadow assassin is sent after Jaime and Reader.

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Book Two of Heir of Ash and Fire

Book One of Heir of Ash and Fire

She wouldn’t let the sight of the man intimidate her. The very sight of him had her chest flinching with fear. Knowing what this man was, what he did, it made her all to conscious of them being alone.

Cersei purses her lips and pushes the fairytale that her mother had told her long ago out of her mind. There was no time for that. That kind of stuff wasn’t real. Even if it was, well, the best for her she supposed.

“Half now, the rest when the deed is done.” That’s what the daughter of the golden lion had told this assassin. Inniros Orelelion. There was a power in her narrowed green eyes. It was nowhere near the somewhat bored stare that came from Inniros’ single blue eye. The other. . . well, the other was closed, sunken in by what was lost. When he moved his head, his shocking red dreadlocks moved to cover it as to not offend a lady of her pedigree. Cersei could hardly care. What she did care about was what this man could do. She had searched high and low for someone of his caliber. Once part of the Golden Company and even more important was the rumor that clung heavy on him. “I’ll throw in extra if you return my brother to me, alive.”

“It will be done, Your Grace.” His voice, not used to talking, was gravely and low as his eye lowers to the sack of coins she had hefted onto the table.

Grimacing, Cersei leans back in her seat; worried glances at the door then back to Inniros’ sickly pale face.”We shall see. I have sent the finest assassins after them. None have succeeded.”

Inniros stood and swiftly grabbed the bag, measuring the weight in his hand. “I’m not the finest. I’m the best there is.”

Abruptly jumping out of her seat, she stares with disbelief at what she had just witnessed. With complete ease and nonchalance, Inniros had walked into a corner that was dark with shadows and completely disappeared within them.

She stares hard where the assassin had once been. It was true. This man who was born from the shadowlands of Asshai was a shadowdancer. A darkin like the one from her mother’s stories. Someone who could control shadows at their beck and call.

A chill ran up her spine at the thought that they had been alone together. Someone who had a capability like that. . . an evil capability that came from the Stranger.

Breathing deeply was able to calm her nerves. What’s done was done. A handsome fee had already been paid just to get information on Inniros Orelelion. Not that the Casterly Rock vaults would miss it. They were swelling with gold.

The cost didn’t matter. She would spend as much as was necessary. Eyelids lowering at her fingers, lovely and flawless. “Come home to me Jaime. . .”

“Lady Cersei? Lady Cersei?” A servant is heard calling her down the hall.

A sigh heavy on her lips, Cersei gets up and pokes her head out of the council room. “Stop all that yelling. What is it?”

Collecting her breath, the maid holds out a neatly folded letter from her apron. “His Grace Prince Rhaegar has been injured!”

“Is it fatal?” Cersei snatches the letter and skims over it.

Slash across the face.

Protecting Robert Baratheon.

Wounded.

Still advancing.

She had thought Rhaegar a coward at first and highly doubted that he would win even with the help from House Lannister and the Dornish.

But Rhaegar was now causing fear in the Crownlands.

Since the battle in the Reach, Rhaegar’s army had been advancing quickly; cutting down anyone that got in his way. A sudden switch in him that seemed to turn the tides. It was only a matter of time before he toppled Aerys off the throne. He would be king and Cersei would be married to Oberyn and living in the hot sands of Dorne.

“Has my father said when they estimate on Rhaegar’s army arriving in King’s Landing?” Cersei closes the council room door behind her and follow the maid to her father’s apartments.

“Not yet. He’s dealing with a raven he received from King’s Landing. Aerys is scared and running to Tywin to fix everything.” A few more doors to pass and they would be at his library. “The king makes his own doom too easy.”

Quickly knocking to announce Cersei’s arrival, the maid bows and takes her leave.

“Enter.”

Cersei puts the meeting with Inniros out of her mind and walks into the library. How boring the life of a lord must be to consistently be stuck in a room; signing this, writing that all sounded tedious to Cersei as she finds her father permanently stuck to his chair. Keen eyes focused on the note that was no doubt from Aerys.

“What tidings does the Mad King send to you, father?” Leveled and cool, Cersei perches herself on a chair, eyeing the new lines around Tywin’s eyes; a reminder of his age and the toll of Jaime’s disappearance had on him..

He hardly looked in the mood for anything. If Jaime didn’t return, Tywin would have to name a new heir. Long ago when Jaime first decided to be a knight, it was decided by Tywin that no matter what, little Tyrion would never inherit the title of lord. Beyond everything, Cersei’s father held out hope that Jaime would eventually come to his senses and come back to Casterly Rock where he belonged. Now everything had fallen around Tywin as he tasted bitter ashes of his empire.

“He wants me to send my troops to defend King’s Landing when Rhaegar arrives.” Stating simply, Tywin set aside the king’s notice and looks up at his daughter.

Cersei offers him a smile. “None the wiser.”

Even with this news Tywin did not smile. “Do not be too confident just yet. Rhaegar still has to overthrow Aerys.”

She scoffs and leans back in the chair. “He might as well already be at the gates. Do you not smell the fire that he set in the Reach? How it has begun to engulf the Crownlands? We should be calling him King Rhaegar.”

“Much can happen.” He warns, making Cersei purse her lips. “A Targaryen uprising like this hasn’t happened in centuries. Not since the Blackfyre Rebellion. People forget how easily the tides can turn. Caution is required now as are calculated moves.”

Victory had already been on Cersei’s tongue though. Once Rhaegar took the throne he would wed Elia Martell, sister to her own fiance Oberyn. She would be that much closer to power. In Dorne, women were more revered and weren’t thought of as the weaker sex. In Dorne, women were allowed to rule. She was already coming up with her own plans on how to take rule of the sandy dunes of one of the most difficult kingdoms that Westeros had ever fought against.

Lowering her lashes, she knew that her father had much wisdom in the art of war. “Caution. . .”

Something Jaime never took heed of. Internally, Cersei scolds herself for thinking of him. By now Cersei was convinced that Jaime had fled, possibly rescuing (y/n) from the flames that Cersei had let loose. Somewhere in Essos they were together now.

Indignation fanned Cersei’s cheeks just thinking about it. He had made his choice. Now Jaime would pay for it. He had deftly taken down each assassin sent. Not this time. This one was different. Cersei witnessed it herself. Inniros was no ordinary man.

It was hard for her not to get her hopes up.

Caution. She needed caution and to hold her breath. Trust that this killer birthed from shadows would get the job done. * He watched them diligently atop of one of Volon Therys’ many towers as they entered the city. How hard could it be? Jaime Lannister may have been a former King’s Guard but that meant little to Inniros. He had taken down men twice as strong as this young cub. From what the Lady Lannister had divulged to him, he had need of caution around her brother. That he was an expert with blades. Blades could do little against a shadow though. His main goal however was the sister. The young girl that walked happily at his side. Even though they were but a speck at the height Inniros was at, his hawk-like eyes were able to see true that these were the ones. Both blonde of hair. If he succeeded in getting the young maid alone then his job would be that much easier. Innocence plain on her awestruck face, Inniros felt like a cat with a tiny bird in his claws. Easy.

Inniros reached out to the shadows at his feet as he slowly dissolved into them. This river front city had plenty of shadows for him to walk through. A voice inside of him spoke of the trepidation; everything about this assignment was proving too simple. Never the less it was the easiest money he would ever make. ** You and Jaime deserved to rest. With Bastard having taken all of your belongings, including your money, there was no way that you could afford to rent a room.

Jaime finds a spot for you to sit and wait. “I’ll go get some money. Just wait here for me and don’t talk to anyone. Keep your hand on your sword. We don’t know how dangerous this place is.”

Your brother was always scared when he was forced to part ways with you. He didn’t like the idea of not being able to keep an eye on you. “I’ll be fine, Jaime. I know you’ll get funds in no time. Be careful.”

Rough hand patting the top of your head, it lingered as he chews at his bottom lip. Growing self-conscious with the knowledge that your hair hadn’t been washed in days you take a step back. His hand falls to his side. “I’ll be back. Two hours tops.”

“I’ll be waiting.” You smile up at him and watch him as he reluctantly left. As he had instructed, you kept your hand on the pommel of your sword; eyes observing the daily going-ons in Volon Therys. You and Jaime had arrived in the city in the late afternoon. Being so, there was a decent flow of people walking around; too busy to pay you any attention. Finally you felt the weariness of your travels weigh you down. A night’s rest would have you ready for your final destination: Volantis. Already fantasizing of sleeping on a bed, your body relaxes a bit. Jaime had set you down on a discarded barrel, out of the way of the main street but still in sight of the pedestrians. Tented stalls that sold various items were alive with business. Above you was a stone archway that provided shade from the descending sun.

Your stomach grumbled at the scent of someone roasting meat. Mouth filling with saliva you shake the hunger from your head and instead pull your sword out of its scabbard. Your sword wasn’t anything grand. Jaime had just picked it up from a thug that thought he could pull one over on your brother. The blade was dull and scratched in several places. Something you would have never seen in King’s Landing. Knights and soldiers took great care with their weapons, priding themselves with keeping their swords sharp and glistening. This sword had not been well loved before falling into your hands. You had tried to get the scuffs out, polish it a little bit but it was no use. Years of mistreatment had taken its toll.

You turn your wrist in practice, the way your brother had taught you. The sword becoming an extension of your arm as you set on simple practice drills as you sat waiting. All while humming The Dornishman’s Wife.

Humming halting, you feel something in the pit of your gut. Sick, cold and slithering inside of you. Something you had never felt before.

You didn’t feel good.

Out of instinct you stand up and lean forward as if you were going to vomit.

Just in time to catch the metallic sound of a sword swinging in the air behind you. Abruptly you spin around, sword at the ready to catch a glimpse of bright red hair and a gleaming blue eye. The face disappears before reappearing off to the side. Astoundingly tall, this stranger emerges from his blanket of darkness. Shocking red dreadlocks tied together in a ponytail rests over his shoulder. The bottom half of his face was concealed by a black cloth.

Hand immediately becoming sweaty, you move to take a step back to prepare yourself for a fight. Only. . . you couldn’t move your feet despite attempting to lift your leg up. A thick shadow was holding your feet down to the ground, forbidding you from moving.

You panicked as he moved to strike you.

“Darkin.” Your mother’s voice came to you. A memory as she held you in her arms. Her chin rested atop of your head as she kisses your crown. In a scary voice she continues reading the book that was in front of you; your little hands holding it up as she read. “These creatures give up their souls to become one with the shadows. To shape, control, and even walk in them. They come from the shadowlands of Asshai where the people there even fear them as well.”

“Are there any darkin in Westeros, momma?” You tilt your head up. She smiles. “No darling. These are just stories. They aren’t real.”

Gods. . . this couldn’t be-

Sword blocking his attack, your body moves backwards as you tried not to fall over. Knees buckling, you use all of your strength to swipe him away. He moved easily, not like he was fighting. Like he was dancing. Taking a step back he disappeared again only for you to feel him behind you again.

Everything was happening so fast. Your heart didn’t even have a chance to beat when you felt his presence.

This was how you would die. Unable to move to defend yourself. Pitiful and weak.

Then he hissed, the shadow at your feet quivering.

“Let her go. Unless you want another lash.” A heavily accented female voice laced with venom.

That didn’t scare off your assailant. The noises you could hear behind you were that of a struggle.

Cracking of a whip filled the air and made you inwardly flinch. The woman spoke in a foreign language that you couldn’t pinpoint. Hisses and grunts could be heard from the male until silence.

“He’ll be back.” She grunted. A weight was lifted from your feet. The moment you felt it you turned to face her. Beautiful dark skin, face framed by a wealth of thick black curls and a proud, furrowed brow. “We must make sure that you’re at the Red Temple before he strikes again.”

So many questions. The urgency in her hazel eyes told you that there wasn’t time for any of that.

You were wary though. This new stranger mentioned the Red Temple, something Thalina had told Jaime. That didn’t give you cause to trust her though.

The hand that held her weapon, a golden whip, went slack as her features softened. “You are (y/n) Lannister, yes?”

Keeping your mouth shut you eye her, vaguely nodding yes.

“You can call me Sirvart. I am a servant of the Lord of Light. Thalina sent us a letter telling of your arrival. It was my duty to wait for you here in Volon Therys for as long as it took so that I may safely escort you to Volantis.”

Thalina. A mere stranger wouldn’t have known who Thalina was.

You lower your sword feeling exhausted all over again. Sirvart offered you her hand. “We must leave before the darkin returns. I lack the power to kill him.”

“W-Wait. My brother. I’m supposed to be waiting for him.” Fearfully you gaze at the closeby shadows, wondering if your assailant was still there. Waiting for another opportunity to strike.

Sirvart nods. “We shall retrieve him then.”

She seemed to know where she was going, this mysterious woman as she lead you through the streets with ease. Her eyes never stopped scanning her surroundings though. Always alert and watching the shadows closely.

“Do you know where my brother is?” You hesitantly ask.

“Yes. My companion alerted me. That’s how I knew you would be here too. She told me that there was a young man with hair like gold making trouble in a tavern nearby.” Sirvart’s pace was brisk and business like.

Thinking of the shadow man, you dared to speak up. “And. . . that man. . . was he really a darkin?”

Stopping, she meets your concerned expression. High cheekbones lowering a fraction as she frowned. “Yes.”

“I thought they weren’t real. My mother used to tell me stories about them.”

“Many share the same assumption. Darkin are all but gone now so they might as well be stories. A hand few of them are still around, make no mistake about that.” Pensive, Sirvart continues a much more leisurely stroll. “For one to attack a follower of R’hllor though. . . That’s unheard of.”

“Why is it unheard of?”

“Without light, there can be no shadows, only darkness.” She states matter of factly. “Many darkin worship R’hllor and would never do harm to his followers. That one must have been a rogue.”

Why had he been after you? The question was left on the tip of your tongue. You didn’t really want to know the answer. The reason why this man made from the tales your mother had told you wanted you dead.

Soon enough, you and Sirvart had made it to the seedier side of the city. Where crime seemed the only way to live. There was an area like that in every place you had ventured to. Even King’s Landing had Flea Bottom. You knew that’s why Jaime left you behind whenever he had to go to places like that. They were dangerous. Silly, you should have been used to that threat by now. It never ceased to surprise you though. The coarseness of humanity and how life could turn out so cruel for so many.

Reassuringly, you pat the handle of your sword to make sure it was still hugging your hip.

Outside a rundown looking establishment was a slip of a girl. Coming closer, she turns her pale face toward you and Sirvart. Sleek black hair that comfortably reached her shoulders as she stood patiently outside of the door. You noticed a few men eye her, but quickly avert their gaze when they see her face. A mass of scarlet freckles decorated her cheeks almost making her look like she had some sort of disease. They were off putting against her pale skin. Two strips of red were tattooed on either corner of her mouth, running down to her chin. She was an oddity but somehow they made her look pretty in an ethereal way.

Sirvart calls out to her. “Alizah.”

Even though her face was turned toward you, she seems to perk up at her name and smile. She was blind. “You found her.”

“Aye. Is he still in there?”

Alizah nods. Black unfocused eyes glittered like the night sky. “It’s so nice to finally meet you (y/n).” Even though she was blind, it felt like she was actually looking at you. Like she saw you.

“Alizah, there’s a darkin after this one.”

Alizah blinks owlishly, her smile dipping down into concern. Realizing how urgent the matter is, Alizah opens the door for you and Sirvart to enter. The tavern is incredibly noisy and filled with a dense cloud of smoke. Smoke from what, you hadn’t a clue. Confidently leading the way, Alizah moved through with grace and ease while you couldn’t help feeling self-conscious of the many men that stared at you and your two female cohorts. The three of you obviously stuck out.

There was a group of men gathered at a table, but you could clearly make out Jaime’s voice among the hoots and cheers.

“Alright men, pay up!” Jaime shouted, cockiness thick in his tone. He was met with a few grumbles and quite a handful of nasty glares as men handed over their money to the golden boy who spoke the Common Tongue.

Squeezing your way past a few grubby men, you get to the center where you catch Jaime’s attention. Frowning at the sight of you there, he collects the money and promptly puts it away. “(y/n), what are you doing here?”

Sirvart pushed her way through to stand next to you, sending deadly eyes at men who looked your way. “I was attacked while waiting for you. This is Sirvart. She saved me and is here to escort us to Volantis.”

“Attacked?” Jaime immediately stood up. Panic made his eyes wild as he moves away from the group and ushers you and Sirvart out of the circle to where Alizah stood patiently. He eyes the other girl but is too concerned about you.

“I tried to fight back.” You claim defensively. “But. . .”

Shoulders drooping, Jaime lets out a sigh and rests his hand on your shoulder. “It’s okay. You’re alright. That’s all that matters.” Now he addresses Sirvart and Alizah. “Thank you for helping my sister.”

“Thanks are not needed.” Alizah replies in that dreamy voice of her’s. “If you’re done with your business here I suggest we leave for our boat.”

Gnawing on his bottom lip, Jaim glanced at you. “What about resting?”

How you wanted to rest from your long journey. You couldn’t though. That wasn’t an option now. “It would be best if we keep moving. They’ve been waiting here for us all this time. Plus whoever attacked me is still after me.”

Your safety put in danger was enough to make Jaime nod. “Okay. Lets go.”

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Lust For Life

Lust For Life https://ift.tt/74s9L0w by lannadelslay Wizarding England, 2004. Hermione Granger turns twenty five in just a few months. But just as any other twenty five year old, she was required to take the Aptitude test that determines which faction she will be sorted into. The Founders created the faction system to keep the remaining population of wizards safe, to keep the peace. They divided them into four groups, factions; Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Slytherin and Gryffindor. Words: 3689, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Divergent Series - Veronica Roth Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Gregory Goyle, Luna Lovegood, Astoria Greengrass, Fleur Delacour, Minerva McGonagall, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Andromeda Black Tonks, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Albus Dumbledore, Aberforth Dumbledore, Marcus Flint, Hermione Granger's Mother, Hermione Granger's Father, Ron Weasley Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/jPYR0xK October 18, 2024 at 08:25AM

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the-rarest-sexiest-coinkydink · 2 years ago

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Hey :) i was the anon who asked if you're taking requests. This is a bit specific, so if you don't feel like writing this, that's totally fine. It's fun ghoul (in case you write for him, otherwise frank) x fem!reader (if that's okay). Reader has a few bigger scars on her face (from fighting some dracs or just general assholes) and is feeling pretty insecure about it. One day some people are making fun of her for it and her friend and crush Fun/Frank overhears and gets angry for her sake. She later asks him why he defended her so much, and he confesses he likes her?

You can probably guess who i am now, but I'll stay on anon anyway 😅 as I said, if you don't feel comfortable writing this, i totally get it. But I thought asking isn't hurting anyone.

Have a great week!

The World is Ugly (Frank Iero x reader)

Summary: Frank's best friend has had some pretty rough shit thrown at her by the universe recently, so he's delighted to see her out and about again. But when something happens that infuriates him completely, he's left with no choice but to reveal a secret he's been keeping for years...

Word count: 3689

Warnings: discussion of traumatic injury and facial scarring, people being assholes and making asshole-y comments

(y/n) pronouns: she/her

AN: I really, really hope that I did this justice for you, sweet anon. While I don't have facial scars, I understand very well what it's like to have something about your body change very suddenly, and the struggle to adapt to that. I understand the pain, and the distress, and the wishes for things to go back to normal. But I promise you, you are still the person you were before. You are loved, and you are wonderful, and you are important.

Things do get better. It can take time, and it's very rarely a smooth process, but better is possible.

I believe in you <3

The mirrors in her apartment were still covered.

With some of them, it was easy to invent an excuse. Oh, the one propped up against the wall with a button up thrown over the top half? Yeah, that’s just some laundry that I haven’t found the time to put away, and at least when it’s there I can’t trip over it. The little mirror on the desk covered by a tote bag? Well, it kept reflecting the sun in my eyes while I was working so it was just easier to do that. But others, it was harder to explain away. The bathroom mirror, certainly, was a tricky one to come up with something logical for.

Realistically, everyone that visited knew exactly why they were hidden, just as much as (y/n) did. But nobody would even think about mentioning it. It was too soon, and she clearly needed time to acclimatise. Big changes had happened, and obviously she was still very firmly in the middle of the adjustment period. It was understandable, really.

A traumatising incident that left significant facial scarring would be horrendous for anyone to deal with.

She knew that, in time, she would have to accept the changes that had happened. The doctors had said that even once things had healed up fully, there would most likely still be some permanent marks. They had suggested some different things to try, types of creams and oils that could help make the lines less noticeable. But they had also been very clear - it was highly unlikely that her face would ever be quite the same again. Those scars would always be there in some capacity.

Right now, thinking about that was far too much to bear. Which is why for now, for the forseeable future, the mirrors would remain shrouded.

It was far more challenging to keep away from other people. Over the first couple of weeks, (y/n) had relied on her family and friends to shop and bring food home to her, simply unable to face the thought of going outside where strangers would be able to see. But cooping herself up inside was driving her insane. She missed the warmth of sunlight on her skin, the sensation of light rain dampening her hair. She missed the sound of dogs playing in the local park when she walked to the bookshop, and the shitty music that filled every store. She missed the smell of the bakery a few streets away, and the smile she always got from the pretty girl at the flower shop next door. She missed human existence.

And so, staring at the empty carton of milk in her hand and the sparse leftovers in the fridge, she decided that she was going to go back to it. It would be difficult, obviously, but if she stuck to her old routines, she was sure she could manage.

It was either this, or spend the rest of her life as a hermit. And she knew which idea she preferred.

Thankfully, it was cool enough outside that (y/n) definitely needed a hoodie - the wind was disturbing the branches of the tree in the little shared garden of the apartment block, and the weather forecast promised rain later. Neither of those things were of vital importance to her; what mattered more was the fact that she would have an easy way to hide her face if needed.

Going outside for the first time felt a little like being freed from prison. Her incarceration had been self inflicted, but the relief at liberation was a feeling any prisoner would understand. The feeling of the breeze against the new contours of her face, still very sensitive a week after the stitches had been removed, was bizarre. It felt like a cool finger was mapping them out: the one that crossed the bridge of her nose, the large one spanning her cheek, the places where scar tissue met hairline and lip and eyelid. Had she looked at her reflection, she would likely have been pleasantly surprised; none of the scars were as thick as they felt, and they already appeared to be healing fairly smoothly. Scars often feel far worse than they look, and getting used to the idea of their presence is half the battle. But of course, she wasn’t ready for that just yet. Healing takes time, of course. And baby steps were better than no steps at all.

Her first stop was the bakery; bravery deserved a reward, and just getting past the foyer of the apartment building had taken a huge amount of guts, let alone getting this far. The teenager behind the counter had beamed when she went in, already reaching for her regular shopping.

“Hey, it’s been far too long! I almost thought you’d been stolen away by that place down the road. Still going for the same stuff?”

The fact that they hadn’t even commented on her face, simply looking pleased to see her, almost made her tear up. “Yeah, the usual is good with me. Throw a couple of those doughnuts in as well though, please. It’s been... a rough couple of weeks.”

As they took her money and handed over the bag, their smile softened. “Those doughnuts are on the house today. We, uh... we heard what happened. And we’ve all missed seeing our favourite customer, so... it’s nice to have you back.”

Just about managing to croak out a ‘thanks’ before saying goodbye, promising to be back in again soon, she left. The tears that threatened to fall were happy ones. To have someone treat her just like an ordinary person was all she had wanted. Things were off to a far better start than she’d imagined.

The next place she wanted to go was the coffee shop - because making her own was just far too much effort, quite honestly, but the number of people in there made her pause for a moment. There’d only been one other customer in the bakery, and he’d spent the entire time engrossed in a YouTube video while eating his way through a bag of mini cheese pastries. The cafe, in comparison, was pretty much packed.

A familiar grinning face appeared in her line of sight, and the sound of Frank’s voice snapped her out of her little reverie.

“Hey, if it isn’t my favourite person in the whole wide world! Good seeing you, sweet cheeks. You doing okay?”

She nodded, pulling a slight face and desperately trying to ignore the way that her heart rate had picked up at the sight of him. “Yeah, I’m... alright, I think. I was just...”

Having known (y/n) since the two of them were eight years old, Frank understood every one of her little expressions. Every thought and concern in her mind was clear to him. He held out a hand, smiling softly when she tucked herself against his side. He stroked her waist the way he always had done when one of them was feeling down, both of them comforted by the gentle repetitive motions. No matter the situation, being in each other’s presence was often enough to settle their emotions and bring a little clarity to their thoughts.

“How about I pay for the coffee this time? I’m pretty sure I owe you a few cups anyway, after the last few trips out, so why don’t I get you this one?”

“That would be nice, yeah...” The hesitation in her voice was blatantly obvious, and he squeezed her just a little tighter.

“Hey, it’s just you and me. Coffee. We’ll get it to go, and then go sit in the park and stare at all the cute dogs for a while. Sound good?”

She didn’t even need to look at him to know he was doing those infamous puppy-dog eyes again; it was a look he’d developed decades ago, and it worked on pretty much everyone. No matter who he used them on or what he wanted, whenever he broke them out things were basically guaranteed to go his way. He dropped his bottom lip for added effect, and she felt her heart do a somersault. She was just as under his spell as everyone else was. Well, probably more so.

“Oh, go on then. Only because you’re paying.”

Grinning, he grabbed her by the hand and led her inside, joining the end of the rather long queue as he filled her in on what had been going on with the band since they’d last seen each other. Frank had been one of the people to bring stuff round to her flat in the days after she’d come home from the hospital, but they hadn’t had a proper conversation during that time. She’d been so worried about what he’d think of the way she looked now that she hadn’t wanted him to see, hadn’t wanted to give him the chance to say something. But so far, he was treating her exactly like he had always done. If she had more time to think into that fact, it would probably upset her all over again: she was desperately hoping for the day that he turned around and told her that he needed more, that he loved her too much to just be her friend. For now, though, normal was enough. Normal was what she needed.

In between Frank’s rambles on what the band’s latest project was shaping up to be and the bursts of noise from the coffee machine, soft whispers were starting to worm their way into her ears. At first, she desperately hoped she was imagining it, but no - people were definitely talking about her.

A little boy was tugging on his dad’s sleeve. “Daddy, what’s wrong with that lady’s face?”

On the next table over, a grandmother was shushing a set of twins. "It's rude to stare, no matter what people look like. Now keep your voices down."

But far worse than innocent childish curiosity were the reactions from the older customers in the shop. Grown adults were sneaking sideways glances at her before turning back to their friends, making almost silent comments and hiding sneers behind their fingers. Some were openly staring, mouths agape and eyes wide.

Feeling the new tension in her shoulders, Frank squeezed her hand, leaning in to murmur against the side of her head. "You doing okay?"

"I... people are saying things. I can tell."

"I know, sweet cheeks. Please don't pay attention to it - I know that's really hard, but we won't be in here much longer. Look, there's only one more person in front of us. Then we can go hang out with the puppies. And those puppies will give you all the love you deserve, okay?"

Managing a nod, (y/n) relaxed a little as they reached the counter, concentrating on the way her best friend's eyes sparkled when he smiled and thanked the barista. She often thought that she could look at him forever - that those eyes, that face, would look perfectly at home in a work of classical art. He was just flawless.

The technique of focusing on the tiniest details of his features worked. She kept her mind occupied with his miniscule freckles, ridiculously pretty eyelashes, the way his hair curled slightly around his ears. He filled her brain entirely, chasing all the negatives away.

Until they turned to leave.

Half way through the queue was a group of teenage boys - and they were staring at her in sheer disgust. Noticing this, Frank shifted so that he would be walking closest to them, doing the best he could to shield her from view. But of course, that couldn't stop them talking.

"Ew, gross."

"What's wrong with the Joker over there?"

"If I looked like that, I wouldn't ever let other people see me."

"Damn, I hope she stays away from kids. That shit's scary."

Very calmly, Frank stopped and handed (y/n) his coffee. "Would you hang onto this for a second, cupcake? I'm about to have my hands full." And as she took it from him, he grabbed the tallest of the group by the collar and dragged him down to look him in the eyes. "You dare speak about her that way one more time - you even THINK something like that about her - and I'll make your face look more fucked up than it already is. You all wanna talk about ugly, go take a look in a mirror. And if you don't like the idea of no longer having your balls attached to you, you'll apologise. Right this instant."

Recognising the man who was threatening them, all four boys blanched, huddling together and barely stuttering out something vaguely like an apology. Arms folded across his chest, Frank was ready to tear them to shreds, but (y/n)'s hand against his upper back made his temper settle marginally. He turned back, and the sight of her trembling very nearly made him launch at the boys again. But the rational part of his mind took over, making it very clear that the best thing to do was just get out of there. And so with one final glare at the offending morons, he led her out to the street.

"Do you wanna go to the park, or do you want me to take you home?"

Taking a deep, faltering breath, she sniffled. "Home. Please."

"Your wish is my command, sweet cheeks. Come on. Let's go."

The walk back to her place was short, but they spent it in silence. He desperately wanted to say something to her, but knew that now just wasn't the right time. Over the years, he'd learned that quiet was the best thing for her until she decided to speak. Pushing conversation too far only ever made the situation even worse.

(y/n) was mute until the two of them were comfortably situated in her living room, sat at opposite ends of the tiny sofa as they sipped at their coffees.

"Thank you for being there."

"Hey, I'm always gonna be there for you. Every time. You could be stuck at the top of Mount Everest and I'd still make it up there to kick some ass if you needed me to."

She snorted, setting her drink down. "You hate the cold."

"That wasn't my point, and you know it." He rolled his eyes, kicking at her feet. "Those kids were total assholes. Half of me wants to go back there and kick their asses all the way into the next century."

"I'm glad you didn't actually do anything, I don't want you getting arrested for me. I’m not worth that much effort.”

“You absolutely are. To me, you always have been. And you always will be. You're the most important person to me in the whole world.”

His expression shifted a little, and (y/n) could read him like a book. The prevailing thought in his mind was panic. Clearly, he hadn’t intended to say that in quite that way. And that just made her want to dig a little deeper.

“Frank... what are you saying?”

“I just- well, I care about you, obviously. You’re my best friend, of course you’re worth it.”

“No, that’s not it. I can tell.”

“I swear, it’s-”

“Please. Just tell me. I... I need you to be honest with me, okay? I can't keep worrying about the way everyone sees me now. I can't keep worrying that you don't see me the same.”

He seemed to flounder for a moment before coming to the realisation that this time, he wasn’t going to get away with some flimsy excuse. She was far too clever for that. It had to be everything, raw and unfiltered and straight from the soul. “I’m saying that I love you. More than I could ever possibly describe. You came into my life scrawling smiley faces and animals on my arms in permanent marker, and you wrote yourself into my heart at the same time. I’ve never had eyes for anyone else - it was always an act. Every time someone asked, I’d choose a person at random so nobody would find out it was you. I couldn’t face the thought of losing you if you found out how I really felt. Hell, half my tattoos are based on something I remember about you, something you drew or said or made me laugh about. You are just... everything. Perfection. The sweetest soul this hellhole of a society has ever seen. I'm pretty sure I've loved you forever. That I was born to love you.”

She could feel the tears catching at the patches of new skin on her face, but couldn’t find it in herself to care about the bizarre sensation. This was what she’d been waiting to hear since she was thirteen. “How... how long has it been? Really, how long?”

“Um... well, thinking about it... since we were, like, ten. Maybe even before that, but that's probably when I started to notice it.”

“And you...” She trailed off for a second, trying to think of how best to phrase things. “Even now that I look like this?”

Frank practically threw himself across the couch and hugged her as tightly as he possibly could, burying his face into her shoulder as he let all of his thoughts out. “You’ve always been beautiful to me. Always. Even when you let your mom cut your hair when you were nine and the bangs were all wonky. Even that time you tried to dye your hair without any help and it went that weird shade of green. Oh, and the time you accidentally shaved off a whole eyebrow so you had to get rid of both, and you could never draw them both the same. Every art class where you ended up with multicolour freckles, and never remembered to wash them off before coming to lunch. Those hideous fake glasses you wore for a year because you were convinced they looked cool. I’ve seen you in every state imaginable, and I’ve never stopped loving you. I've seen you delirious with the flu, unable to walk because you were so hung over, greasy and tangled after not showering for a week. There are so many brilliant, unique things about you. And even if they aren't always things you like, they're still special. These scars are just another special part of you that we can both get to know.”

Scoffing a little, (y/n) extricated herself from his grip and shuffled back, arms folded over her chest. “They’re not special, they’re awful.”

Understanding that she needed a little space, he settled for resting a hand on her arm. “Hey. You’re allowed to hate them, you know? It’s totally okay that you do. I just really need you to know that I don’t. I could never hate any part of you, and that includes them.”

“But I’m not the same.” Her voice cracked a little, and she sniffled, determined not to break down. “I don’t... feel like I’m me any more.”

“I get that. It’s a big change, and it’s one that’s gonna take time to get used to. But I promise, it doesn’t make a difference to the person that you are inside. And it doesn’t make a difference in the way I feel about you.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because a life without you is not one I’m interested in living. Every second I’m without you, it feels like my soul is waiting for the rest of it to come back. You are everything to me.”

He sounded so confident in his words, the honesty practically seeping from his pores, and she knew him well enough to know that he was telling the truth. He really did mean every word he’d said. And that was enough to start the flow of tears again. She didn’t resist as he took her back into his arms, kissing softly across her hairline as she melted against him.

“I’m sorry. I- that was a lot. If you don’t feel, you know, quite the same way I do, then that’s-”

Frank found himself unable to speak mid-sentence; (y/n)’s lips were locked against his own, and all he could do was kiss her back. They were both a little breathless when they broke apart, and she jabbed a warning finger into his chest.

“Don’t you dare apologise. I’ve thought about kissing you, probably since I was twelve. Every date I ever went on, I wished it was you. I spent so many nights laying there in the dark wishing I was brave enough to say something, so I wouldn’t have to watch you with other people any more. I don’t think it’d be possible for me to ever love someone else as much as I love you.”

Those last three words left them both in silence for a moment, overwhelmed by the enormity of what they’d both just confessed. And then, (y/n) started to giggle. He eyed her curiously.

“What’s so funny?”

“Well,” she shrugged, looking a little sheepish. “I just... that’s not exactly how I imagined our first kiss to go, that’s all.”

He snorted, stroking gently at the spot where the largest of her scars disappeared into her hair. “Yeah, I don’t think I pictured it like that either. It-it was good though, wasn’t it?”

“Oh, yeah, I’m definitely not complaining.”

“I mean, we could always... do it again? Just so, you know, we’re sure we’re doing it properly.”

The little glint in his eyes made her heart flip, and she nuzzled against him. “Sounds good to me.”

“Good. Because now it’s happened once, I plan on kissing you for the rest of your life. I’ve imagined doing it for so long, there’s no way I’m letting you slip through my fingers again. I hope you’re okay with that, sweet cheeks.”

As his lips brushed against hers, feather light and tasting of sheer desperation, she just about managed to answer before he took her breath away completely. “I’m sure I can cope with that.”

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acaciapines · 1 year ago

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nano day eighteen

words today: 3689

words total: 39920

80% done! well with the nano word count at least, probably not with ftf itself. with that i'd say i'm like...eh, 70%? 65%? im halfway through chapter six, out of eight total chapters.

got a good bit done today! planned out the scenes i need to hit in this chapter, which is always good. gives me a structure i can build off of which. lemme say. is needed lol. i dont like going 100% blind. i like at least a little of an outline

but thats all i have for now! not a lot to say. king and the collector both continue to be my silly little guys <3

my favorite part of what i wrote today:

“I don’t mess!” He lunges forward with a snarl at King but King doesn’t flinch, just stands there like a tree reaching into the sky ‘n they twist just at the last moment and land hard right past him. Doesn’t help the stinging in their hands but they dunno what’s left. “I’m making it better!” “You’re making it better for you.” King reaches out a hand but they snap at it and shove themself up alone ‘cause they don’t need his help. King’s hand falls back to his side. “Collector, for everyone else, this world isn’t…it’s not…” “Well who cares!” In the emptiness of the Isles it’s just their voice bouncing, far far far, and there’s not even any stardust for it to displace ‘cause there’s no stardust anywhere anymore, ‘n the web they’ve been trying to build is just stiff empty and gone like it went away the more time they spent with Philip. It’s just pits in their chest. “They never bothered to help me! Why should the world be good for them?” “It’s the right thing to do?” King’s paw twitches, tries, again, to reach for them, and they skitter backwards and bare their teeth even though King’s the one with the fangs ‘n they just have stupid blunt teeth that can’t defend them at all. Their feet shift trying to keep their balance. “Just—you won’t be trapped, if you just let everyone go…” “I haven’t trapped nobody!” They trip over a bit of roofing and stumble down, catching themself with one hand, and now King’s over them ‘n his shadow stretches long behind him and they dunno where the light is coming from. Maybe the moon. Maybe the stars. Maybe nothing at all. Something in his chest is pushing and tugging and it makes it hard to swallow. “I’m keeping us safe! King,” and here he does grab King, and his fur is softwarm and his stardust is burning right there filling up their vision with King King King, and under their grip King’s muscles go tense and his tail is a stiff bottlebrush, “don’t you want us to be safe?”

#nanoblogging #chatter #king here like surely i can convince the collector to just Stop right #then everyone will be happy!#yeah um. no <3 #this is why we do not leave two eight year olds #with the entire weight of the world on their shoulders #neither of them are emotionally mature enough for this!!#especially not the collector!#and a grove of palistrom to you

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ao3feed-spinaraki · 1 year ago

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Belong Together

by Anonymous

Spinner assumes his crush on Tomura was nothing more than a silly thing, not meant to go further than the weird friendship he'd managed to get with him.

It's a shock to find how wrong he had been, but he wasn't complaining at all.

Words: 3689, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Iguchi Shuuichi | Spinner, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko

Relationships: Iguchi Shuuichi | Spinner/Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko

Additional Tags: Crushes, Iguchi Shuuichi | Spinner-centric, First Kiss, Semi-Public Sex, Getting Together, Fluff, Non-Graphic Smut

source: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50247604

#ao3feed #iguchi shuuichi #shigaraki tomura #spinaraki #spinneraki #spnrk #tenko shimura #auto

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lilolilyr · 8 months ago

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Reader Wordcount tag - April

January, February & March

I just spent half an hour going through my history, adding my external source bookmarks, subtracting my 'to read' bookmarks etc... and apparently I have read something between 1mil400k and 2mil300k words last month!

Tagging everyone who sees this and is insane enough to go look through their Ao3 history :))

My Ao3 history March 2024: 2757+18225+1456+8301+12275+6971+1214+2182+1045+10154+34403+5649+11818+32509+1508+1997+2006+12257+1021+4502+11753+4794+819+5887+4923+865000+500+1803+2783+2429+5402+753+3232+6704+6673+2386+19827+2132+19418+7333+59415+11818+1503+12046+2227+5073+3304+32193+4323+10955+3680+5780+3451+3689+10510+15443+8032+12285+4176+3774+208882+1436+2995+2600+30000+2307+86+10560+2105+11813+48360+592+404+6319+2770+821+1738+3325+52+88468+78101+6780+31630+3589+3991+208558+5504+80+1034+16257+2965+4202+4481+16831+1075+40827+4080+4390+1492+6457+9272+7963+6482+12347+8018+1765+3895+45593+10832+1730+14534+1038+3788+1809+1796+39243+518+1434+3497+4198+3465+1487+2357+4598+3772+30+20391+8554+13051+625+7621+2561+1003+2395+106610+2397+1175+32757+1416+1102+1545+1915+65845+3882+2825+9454+92448+41603+990+70458+14+360646+28775+29793+29012+7385+5618+2598+2928= 3.383.288

'to read', 'to continue reading' and 'don't read' bookmarks': −4753−29012−7385−5618−2598−2928−35002−92448−9454−252116−2397−9922−14534−45593−6457−40827−16257−1034−3774−6485−78101−11818−10510−34403−10070−865000−2105−39243−48360−402442−39243−106610−20391−4481−40548−78101−15443−34403= −2.429.866

'external source' bookmarks: 21000+69000+81000+113000+3000+5000+51000+6000+33000+39000+10000=431.000 (suspicious that so little. I think I missed some)

3.383.288−2.429.866+431.000=1.384.422

But apparently a bunch of the numbers I subtracted don't have a corresponding identical number in my history?? Maybe I bookmarked some series to read, in which case I may or may not have clicked on some or all works in the series... Not gonna try to figure that out. Anyway 4753+252116+6485+78101+34403+10070+39243+402442+40548=868161words which I may or may not have read

1384422+868161= 2.252.583

@toboldlynerd thx for letting me live blog spam you with the math xD

#lilo reads #apr'24 #may'24 #02.05.24 #my post #mine #x #tagging meme #reader Wordcount tag

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kickingitwithkirk · 2 years ago

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Greetings from Austin

Summary: Jensen and Jared are at odds over a monumental decision that changes their lives in a way they couldn’t have envisioned.

Pairing: Alpha!Jensen Ackles x Alpha!Jared Padalecki x Omega!OFC

Word Count: 3689

Warnings: a/b/o, J2 are married/mated, homophobia, bisexuality, biphobia, angst, cursing, jealousy, depression/anxiety, medical stuff, sexual dysfunction, infertility, IVF, surrogacy

*additional warnings to be added in future parts.

A/N: Here we go again with one my weird as hell dreams, series Inspired by this art.

A/N II: There is no intentional hate or malevolence intended towards any of the Ackles or Padalecki families. This is a purely fictional piece containing real and created persons/names/events set in the fictional A/B/O verse. Some dates/events were altered to fit the story.

*no beta-all mistakes are mine

*divider by @writeyourmindaway

*images found online

Part III

September 8th

7:30 am

Jensen was sitting in the makeup chair, clenching his substantial coffee container to help warm his hands after spending a second, uncomfortable night in his trailer on location.

Vancouver had an unusual cold snap this time of year, and with the covid restrictions, the director decided that everyone would stay on the site until done filming the scenes.

While Jensen wasn’t happy about the weather, missing his two-legged heater, he was also grateful for a brief break from Jared now that they were heading towards the next phase of their lives, starting their family.

Jensen jokingly said they needed a code name since they planned on keeping he, she, or they a secret, even from their families, until birth; Jared, being Jared, was trying out every cartoon from their childhoods.

“Penny for your thoughts,” Frida says as she applies more concealer under his eyes, hiding the darkened skin from not sleeping well.

“Huh?”

“You asked about my new job and haven’t heard anything I’ve said; wanna talk about it?”

“Sorry, just not focusing very well today.”

“Yeah, we’re all feeling out of sorts with this being the last couple of days. Too bad this virus messed everything up. It would’ve been a hell of a send-off if everybody could have been here.”

Jensen couldn’t believe after fifteen years; he had only two days left to be Dean Winchester.

Alex and Misha left after finishing their scenes, but Jim Beaver was back. It was only fitting for Bobby Singer to be there at the end, having been such a pivotal influence in the brothers' lives.

Frida continued chatting about random things while working when a PA stuck their head in calling him to the set.

Stepping out of the trailer, Jensen spotted Baby the Impala sitting by the building used for exterior shots of Harvelle's Roadhouse and smiled, knowing she’d officially be his soon.

***

September 12th

“Jay, I’m taking out the bags,” Jared hollers seconds before their apartment's front door slammed shut while Jensen did one last check around for any forgotten anything, satisfied that only a few neatly marked boxes were left to ship back to Texas.

He walked into the living room, stopping to gaze out the picture window when a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist, molding him against the well-muscled chest of his mate. Tipping his head back as Jared kissed along his neck, he says, “I’m gonna miss this view.”

Jensen hummed in acknowledgment, eventually saying, “we need to get going if we’re gonna make Seattle by seven.” Jared held him for a few heartbeats longer, reluctantly let go, and interlacing their fingers led him to the door.

Jensen paused, turning them again to gaze out the window at their view.

***

September 21st

“This has been a great trip, but man, I’ll be glad to be in our bed tonight,” Jared remarks as they drive past a green highway sign saying Austin 312. “Can’t wait,” Jensen drowsily says, having not slept much the last few days.

They had decided to road trip it back to Texas, stopping at a few places they had wanted to visit for a while. Jared somehow managed to finagle; okay, he played dirty with that mind-numbing blow job that always makes Jensen agree to anything gets him a couple of extra days to camp in southern Colorado.

Jensen enjoyed the beautiful scenery and hiking in the mountains but hated camping. Well, they didn’t technically rough it the way Jared liked but still a friggin yurt in late September?

What he was willing to endure for love.

Jared started singing along to some classic country playing on the radio as they drove through the desert Jensen dropped off.

***

October 23rd

Jared turned from the open fridge with a puzzled expression, sensing the same vague something he’s felt God knows how many times in the last couple of months.

Shutting the door, he walked over to the kitchen island where his husband was seated, pushing his unfinished dinner on his plate.

“Jay, what’s going on? Are you worried about the implantation? Dr. Rodgers said the embryos were healthy and optimistic the surrogate took this first try.”

What Jensen wanted to ask, the question that's been plaguing him since August, but he couldn’t figure out how to phrase without upsetting his husband, flew out, “did you pick that O because you knew that’d be the one I’d choose?”

Slapping his hand over his mouth, Jensens }{ eyes widened, disbelieving he blurted it out.

Jared worked to find a response squeaking an actual squeak before regaining control over his vocal cords, “that’s what I’ve been sensing!”

Jared gripped the edge of the island with his big hands. “Are you seriously wanting to go there again? I was candid when I realized that was the O I reacted to, and you weren’t exactly in full control with her present either, Alpha!”

Jensen's jaw ticked, irritated at being reminded he let his control slip making Jared huff. “So all this time, instead of talking to me, you’ve conjured up some bullshit..”

“I’ve been racking my brains to figure out how to ask the question without upsetting you!” Jensen felt his wolf pace in agitation, get up and match its movement around the kitchen.

“For the past few years, I’ve sensed you felt something missing, kept telling myself it’s because you're biologically unfulfilled, but during that interview, you were all,” Jensen waves his hands a vague gesture, “has I’m second guessing us.”

His mate's physical reaction makes him come to a halt.

Jared’s eyes are glowing red, but the eerie wolf expression, its intensity, disconcerts him.

“I love you, Jensen. You are my mate, husband, my everything, but sometimes you..” Jared leaves whatever he wants to say unfinished. “I thought you understood. In my mind, both of us having pups with the same donor means my offspring won’t be considered a step-relation and will grow up having strong familial ties with JJ, Arrow, and Zep.”

Jensen started to speak when Jared’s low, reverberating growl warned him not to interrupt.

“I consciously listened to my wolf when it came to choosing the person who’s biologically contributing to our children and me,” Jared emphasizes, slapping his chest, ”I have no regrets picking her..but you do.”

Taking a deep breath, he abstractedly says, ”the dogs need to be fed,” and walks away.

Upon the sound of Jared’s SUV leaving, Jensen’s legs gave out, and he dropped to the floor, curling up in a fetal position, and wrapped his arms around himself, feeling Arlo and Koda lay down on each side with him between them.

🐿️🫎🐿️🫎🐿️🫎🐿️🫎🐿️🫎🐿️🫎🐿️🫎🐿️🫎🐿️🫎

Thanksgiving

“The kids are in a tryptophan coma,” Jensen announces as he walks through the kitchen's back door. He had followed Danneel home afterward, helping get JJ and the twins cleaned up and put to bed, “they’ll be out till Monday.”

“Good, 'cause I’m dead on my feet,” Jared yawned while loading the dishwasher. It had been their turn to host the holiday with Dani, the kids, Gavin and his, Clif’s family, Jared’s parents, siblings, and their broods.

“I told you to wait, and I’d help finish cleaning up when I got back,” Jensen said as Jared started the machine.

“I figured you’d wanna stay awhile and be too tired, and I didn’t want to deal with it tomorrow. All that’s left is to put the trash and recycling out. Could you grab it?”

“On it,” Jensen picked up the bags, walked around the side of the house, and dropped them into their designated receptacles.

When he returned, Jared had already switched off the downstairs lights, made his way to their bedroom, and took the first turn in the bath, getting ready for bed.

Jensen was sitting with his back against the headboard, checking his messages, when Jared dropped heavily beside him. “I plan on sleeping for the next three days,” he mutters, resting his head against Jensen’s shoulder.

“Sounds good to me, babe. Glad we didn’t schedule anything extra this weekend. It’ll be nice to spend some alone time,” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Hmm. Hey, do you remember the last Thanksgiving?”

Jared closed the door, pushing Jensen against it seductively, lowering his fox-slanted eyes, and huskily whispered, “I’m so fucking horny I need my dick in you now!”

“Dude, we're in my sister's kitchen pantry! Anyone could hear..“

“..then you’ll have to be quiet,” Jared dove in for a deep, dirty kiss, grinding against his mate until he was begging to be fucked.

“You’re the one who got us busted..”

“..always so fucking tight...fuck I’m not gonna last.”

“Mac said it sounded like your dick..” Jensen broke off when Jared slowly ran his tongue up the column of his neck and bites on his earlobe softly speaks.

“You gotta admit,” his husband’s huge hand is moving under his sleep shirt, “our sex life,” those long fingers tip-toeing up his smooth, freckled chest teasing his left nipple, ”is never dull,” Jensen moans in response, tipping his head to expose more of his neck to Jared’s wondering lips, enjoying the scratch of his short beard.

“I thought you were sleeping the next three days.”

Jared answers by removing his hand and taking the phone, placing it on the nightstand, then straddling his husband's thick thighs and starts nibbling along the other side of Jensen’s sensitive neck, working his way to his slightly raised claim mark, flattening his tongue and licking it feels Jensen sliding his hands up his back finding a grip in his shortened hair, unhappy about how much he’s cut off for Walker, unable to tangle his thick fingers into the soft tresses like he used to, something that always drives his boy wild.

Finding a purchase, he pulled hard, making Jared gasp, and tugged until his head back was the perfect angle for him to run his tongue across those candy pink lips, teasing the seam for him to open, granting him access and Jensen teased, alternating between caressing Jared’s tongue with his and sucking on his lips.

Moaning, Jared rocks his hips, seeking friction, and breaks their kiss long enough to work Jensens' sleep shirt off, wrestling with it before tossing it off the bed as Jensen’s lips attack his neck desperately.

A signal taps to his thigh, then Jensens rolls them and kneels between his sleep pant-clad legs as Jared, knowing what his mate wants, reaches up to grip the strategically placed bar in their custom headboard with both hands, pecs flexing in anticipation of what’s to come.

Not breaking eye contact, Jensen bends forward, stopping a hair's breadth from Jared’s lips, and slowly slides backward, caressing the acres of golden skin beneath him using only his warm breath, paused to hook his fingers in the pants waistband pulling them with him as he continues journeying south.

He slowly makes his way back, leaving wet, open-mouth kisses along those extra long, muscular legs he loves, sucking on the inside of both thighs and biting down hard enough to leave marks before arriving at his designated stop. He hasn’t touched Jared’s beautiful cock, yet it’s fully engorged and vigorously leaking on his flat stomach.

Jensen ran his tongue over the quivering skin, lapping up precome. He loved how sweeter than salty Jared tasted made him roll his hips, rubbing Jensen’s teasing tongue along his dribbling slit, wanting those plump lips wrapped around his velvety cockhead. Taking the hint, Jensen rests his head on Jared’s lower stomach and sucks on it.

Jared wants to let go of the bar but doesn’t. Instead makes nonsensical noises as his toes curl up at the mixed sensations of his mates' silky beard tickling his lower regions while suckling on his cockhead, alternately swirling his tongue over the sensitive nerves underneath and through his slit.

After all these years, Jared’s still amazed at Jensen’s knowledge of his body and his ability to keep him on edge for however long he’s in the mood to play.

“Jen..pleeeease..need to cum..fu..need it so fucking..ugh...fuuuckk...Alpha!”

Raising on a forearm, Jensen starts bobbing up and down his shaft, pausing on each low pass to work his throat open, taking Jared further in until his mate's substantial cockhead is in his throat swallows, and Jared’s knot begins inflating, pushing his mouth open wider and cuts off his breathing.

Letting the knot pop out from between his plump lips, Jensen wraps a hand firmly around it and starts vigorously bobbing, drawing out a litany of obscene noises, feels Jared’s balls drawing up and backs off till only the head in his mouth fills it with sweet, thick nectar swallows hears Jared hiss, too sensitive for anymore pulls off kissing the tip one last time. With enough energy, he crawls up the bed, faceplants on his pillow.

“Dude, you’ve finally sucked out my last brain cell.”

Purring deep in his chest, Jensen turns, giving Jared a self-satisfied smirk that made him mutter, “I wasn’t trying to give you a bigger head.”

Rolling onto his side Jensen displays his turgid cock, “okay, he’s the bigger head,” Jared concedes, reaching down runs his fingers over the weeping tip to wet them before firmly gripping Jensen’s pulsing thickness, hand rubbing up and down excruciatingly slow.

“So,” his honeyed voice lowers an octave while watching Jensen dissolve into a breathy mess, “how does he want me?”

Jensen opens his mouth to answer when a ringing phone makes him growl and, glancing over his shoulder, says, “Not mine.”

“It’s the clinic. Why would they call us on a holiday?”Jared let go of Jensen's cock and sat up against the headboard listening before his wondrous smile appeared.

“Our surrogate is pregnant!”

Jared practically bounced on the bed like a kid on a sugar high and began discussing what came next. Jensen feels his erection diminish, gets up, heads into the bath, turns on the shower, and leans against a wall, forehead resting on crossed arms and letting the hot water flow over his back.

He knows he should be elated-his mate has hopefully sired a pup (or pups), and the possibility of propagating himself again.

Instead, he’s seized up in conflict.

***

After that god-awful argument last October, he ended up at Josh’s. His brother confessed his mate, and he was seeing a counselor because they were having marital issues, too, and spent the night drinking and reflecting. The following day Jensen came home to an angry because he didn’t know where the fuck he was all night, husband.

After telling him about his talk with his brother, Jared seemed somewhat mollified but a few nights later.

Walker star Jared Padalecki was arrested near the anniversary of the Stereotype bar altercation.

· Jared Padalecki was arrested again in Austin, Texas, early Sunday morning on one count of public intoxication.

When he got released, Jared sat Jensen down, pleading with him to sit in on his next therapy session, saying they couldn’t keep going on like this; it was tearing him apart. He wants..no..needs Jensen to completely open up, stop trying to protect him, and discuss what’s happening in his head.

Jared’s therapist started by informing them he wasn’t a marriage counselor. Still, after a discussion with Jared, they knew the situation had an apparent detrimental impact on his mental health.

They listened to them separately, then together, about their observations and thoughts on each other’s behaviors and came up with a hypothesis: Jared’s inner wolf had an attraction to this Omega they’d encountered, and since this was the first time he’d shown interest to any female since mating, Jensen, and his wolf, was envious.

Jensen outright objected, pointing out that yes, he could be possessive of Jared as any other mate would, and yes, he also found her attractive because, well, okay, she’s more his preference of a female but was most definitely not envious since they prefer different types, look at their ex-wives.

The therapist raised an eyebrow and said, “not anymore.”

Jensen opened and closed his mouth several times, unable to find an appropriate response, said something about motherfucking psycho-babble, and slammed out the front door.

***

Lost in thought, Jensen didn’t notice his husband stepping into the shower stall until his considerable frame was blocking the water turns and found himself leaning against the wall trapped between Jared’s large hands as he gazed into his spring-colored eyes that captured his mate's heart the moment their eyes met years ago.

“Hey, no matter what happens next, we’re good.”

***

December 16th

Jared was sitting in his chair chatting with Lindsey and Keegan while the crew was finishing setting up for the next scene and felt his phone vibrate. He didn’t recognize the number but excused himself to answer privately. There was visible tension in the big Alpha's shoulders that caught his co-stars' attention.

“Hey, everything okay?” Lindsay asked

“Umm...I’m not sure. Need to make another call,” Jared said, waving the phone, “let us know if you need anything, okay.” Keegan says, and Jared nods while pulling up another number. “Hey, Clif, I need a favor.”

***

Clif pulled the SUV into the parking lot of the old motel in a questionable, rundown area of Austin while Jared looked around and asked, “are you sure this is the right place?”

“This is the place the guy mentioned,” Clif replied, getting out and heading for the office. A couple of minutes later, “the manager said to try the laundry out back,” started the vehicle, drove to the rear of the property, got out again, and knocked on the building's door. An older Hispanic woman answered, engaging him in a brief conversation before stepping back inside.

Clif nodded to Jared, and as he got out of the vehicle, the scent of orange blossoms mixed with spices hit him seconds before the door reopened, and the person they'd spent days searching for froze in the doorway upon seeing him.

🐿️🫎🐿️🫎🐿️🫎🐿️🫎🐿️🫎🐿️🫎🐿️🫎🐿️🫎🐿️🫎

December 22nd

Thanking his driver, Jensen claimed out with his carry-on bag and walked up the front stone pathway, relieved to be home after his hopefully final costume fitting for his role as Soldier Boy.

He had been flying back and forth every week from LA for the last couple of months, had gotten old quickly, and was planning on enjoying Christmas at home.

His in-laws were coming to stay for a few days, as were Danneel and their pups. Josh said he was still planning to drop by a few hours after Christmas Day since he and Mac were scheduled to spend most of the holiday with their parents.

Jensen felt that mixture of anger and sadness he got thinking about his parents. They raised their offspring in the church's beliefs and though he never believed in it, respected their choices.

Too bad they couldn’t reciprocate.

***

Alan and Donna Ackles belonged to an ultra-conservative church that touted the foundations of child-rearing from the book, and in the Ackles household, spare the rod, spoil the child, was a gospel that fit their viewpoints since neither was the physically or emotionally demonstrative type, only offering a reserved affection.

The saving grace of the Ackles children was their Beta nanny, who gave them unconditional love, especially Jensen, who was shy as a child, already knowing he was different from his siblings. The Beta instilled confidence in them to discover who they were and encouraged Jensen to come out before moving to California.

Shortly after graduating, he told his family he was bisexual, and his boyfriend was moving to L.A. too. Alan and Donna try to stop him, insisting he goes to their pastor and confesses his transgressions, begging forgiveness for his sins against the church and its teachings.

When Jensen declined, they threatened to pull the agreed-upon six-month financial support while he auditioned for parts. He refused, packed up what would fit into his car, and left with his boyfriend. His first break came shortly after arriving, and Jensen quickly learned Hollywood didn’t care what his sexual orientation was as long as he kept it behind closed doors.

His management agency would set him up on dates to events with many up-and-coming female artists of the time for publicity, which wasn’t a problem playing along when he wasn’t dating a woman.

Jensen bounced around doing guest roles before joining Day of Our Lives for three years, then onto a few others before testing for Sam Winchester in a new series created by Eric Kripke. The moment he met former Gilmore Girls heartthrob Jared Padalecki and he flashed his incredible color-shifting eyes, easy smile, and dimples in his direction, Jensen knew he was gone for anyone else.

It’s easy to see where Jared’s personality comes from. His Om, Sherrie, is overly affectionate, excessively physical, and verbal with everyone she considers family, biological or not. The first time he accompanied Jared home on a holiday break, Jensen ended up bowled over by the five-foot-nothing Omega and instantly became part of her brood.

He might not have his biological parents anymore, but his now in-laws, the complete opposite of the Ackles, helped make that gaping hole smaller.

***

Barley getting the front door open, Jensen’s struck with the scent of orange blossoms and spices he couldn’t quite place.

Dropping his luggage in the foyer, he follows the scent further into the house as Arlo sits near the large picture windows facing the backyard where he and Koda were napping, gets up, and crosses over to greet him.

Rubbing around his ears as he liked asks, “where’s daddy at?” He thought Jared was supposed to be in a meeting with Anne Fricke, headed towards the kitchen where the scent seemed to be coming from, “babe, is that coffee shop you love with back open, what’s it called? The house smells like those sweet rolls you’re obsessed with,” he abruptly stopped and blinked not believing what was in front of him.

More accurately, whose standing in front of him.

“Babe is on a call; dinner will be ready in twenty.”

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?”

tbc

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