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shenachigans · 3 months ago

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IN MY DREAMS | Cassandra Kiramman

PAIRING: Cassandra Kiramman x Fem!Reader

CW: angst BUT bittersweet ending, old people wlw (Cassandra is in her mid-50s and reader is in her early 50s), tragic-ish love, 1950s Hollywood inspired in terms of homosexuality-ish, mentions of homophobia, give them a break they’re both old people stuck with regrets and customs of the past :( I guess you can say they’re both closeted, but Cassandra’s sexuality isn’t labeled she just loves reader, sort of 2 perspectives: first one is reader, second is a mix of both but mostly Cassandra’s, both are too depressed and heartbroken to notice their love is reciprocated, back in the old day women are expected to marry a man, reader is also a matriarch of her own family like Cassandra, most likely ooc Cassandra

SUMMARY: Cassandra loves you back, and you love Cassandra back: A confession made after decades of mutual depressive pining.

A/N: It’s giving Evelyn and Celia from The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo in a way, I don’t know why. I’ve been hyper-fixating on one of the Arcane milfs, Cassandra Kiramman, and Arcane in general lately. Don’t get me wrong, Caitlyn Kiramman is a FINE woman. I love her and her girlfriend, Vi, too, but her mother is for me to ask for her hand in marriage. PLEASE ONE CHSNCE. Oh, and I hope you shed tears as I did writing this, and if you haven’t figured it out, yes, this is based on the song “In My Dreams” by Red Velvet. I suggest you listen to it on loop while reading. Immerse yourself, dear reader. I want tears shed suffer like I did h/j (not really). Anyway, enjoy!

WORDS: 2,169

(FANFIC IS UNDER THE CUT!)

“In my dreams, you love me back,” is a mantra you’ve said to yourself all your life when you met her as a little child yet exposed to the harsh reality of the world. Her name was Cassandra Kiramman, the young scion you knew was now the head of her clan and a respectable Councilor of Piltover.

Those beautiful blue eyes still shined with ambition, pride, and even greed, but you never thought of her differently for those qualities, rather, you respected them as they helped her become the woman she is today. Her graying hair and the fine lines on her features prove the years she has been on the top, something you were never able to achieve, but that’s okay because she still kept you around, her childhood best friend.

You don't know why, but you’re grateful. You were nothing compared to her, with only your family name keeping you afloat. Yet, that family is not comparable to the Kirammans, the family you wished to be part of because that would mean you belonged to her, something you’ve always wanted but will never have.

It's tragic, really, for the woman you love only regards you as a dear friend, either blinded by her ambitions to notice or never pointing it out despite knowing. You hoped it was the latter, to let her know you loved her, to let her acknowledge your love and devotion even if she would never reciprocate them because you were only a friend. Nothing more can happen between you two, especially not when she has a family of her own with a husband and daughter.

Caitlyn was someone you considered your own, having been present in her life since she was born. You remember the first time you saw her in Cassandra’s arms. The little one grasped your gloved finger with resilience, smiling up to you with the same blue eyes her mother owned; the same eyes you fell in love with. She grew up to be a stark contrast to her mother in terms of personality despite being the physical copy of the woman you love. However, stubbornness is what they share and you find it endearing.

What would life be like if you and Cassandra had children as lovers? But that wouldn't happen. Never in a million years, never in the multiple lives you lived and would live in. Despite the one-sided love you share, you will always love her, even if it hurts more than any physical pain could inflict on your body, because "In my dreams, you love me back."

You would settle for friendly love, something strictly platonic, a rock Cassandra can lean on in a time of need, even if your mind told you multiple times it was time to stop, that it was time to let her go and move on to live a happy life where she wasn't your world. But it’s difficult when she was your world when she was the one who gave you light. You couldn’t let her go, and now it has been decades, facing a reality far different from your dreams.

“Do you still plan on getting married?” Cassandra asked out of the blue, a cup of tea in hand, clasped between nimble gloved fingers in the privacy of the Kiramman residence garden. She had prepared your favorite tea, personally brewing it to your liking just to see that satisfied expression on your face.

Cassandra studied your features to see how time had treated you with your graying hair and fine lines. You still looked as beautiful as the day she first met you when you two were children. A glimpse of your bright smile had rocked her world as a young scion, who focused on nothing but her duties for the future. The way your eyes now crinkled with wings when you smiled, she found it endearing.

She wanted to remove her gloves and reach out to feel your cheeks with her bare hands, to feel the warmth of your skin on hers and brush it so lovingly with her thumbs as she pressed her forehead against yours, but she withheld her inner turmoil with a masked expression. Touching you so intimately felt inappropriate considering you two were only good friends.

You raised a brow as you placed your teacup on the saucer, setting it on the table. A small amused chuckle left your lips. “What do you mean? I fear I’m too old to marry, Cassandra. If you’re worried about who will inherit my clan, I assure you, my niece is more than fit for the role. Even if I did marry and have a child, the little one would be far too young and inexperienced to carry such a burden on their shoulders,” you say with a smile, and you miss the way her lips frown slightly at your answer.

Cassandra watches as you sip your tea, the way you elegantly hold the cup and present yourself before her with manners unmatched by royals is sickening. The person before her was not the same person she knew and fell in love with years ago. Who was this? Where was the person who always brought a smile to her face and made her heart swell? Why did it feel like you were slipping away, despite your proximity?

She had been contemplating these questions for the past three decades. You had built barriers around yourself, and even she couldn’t get through them to see the real you and what you were feeling. She didn’t want the woman she loved to hide behind a mask, but she never dared ask because she was scared. She was scared she couldn’t help you, she feared that her love would drive you away with disgust and contempt.

A woman loving another was unacceptable when you and Cassandra were younger. You two have seen the consequences of people who tried to fight for it. It was seen as crude and you two were both heirs to your respective families. She couldn’t risk tarnishing your family name and your safety, and she couldn’t risk her position, that would mean she would never be allowed to see you again, so she kept you close as much as she could without raising suspicion, but she also kept you at an arm's distance albeit reluctantly.

All Cassandra needed was to be by your side as much as she allowed herself. She yearned for more, but that would be selfish, that would mean disregarding your privacy and space, and she was seen as selfish since she was on the Council, but she would never put herself first when it came to you.

“I don’t think you are too old, and yes, I am worried about who will succeed you, but… that wasn’t why I was asking,” Cassandra said carefully and averted her gaze onto her tea, the liquid reflecting her face. She saw the creased eyebrows on her features, and how her eyes seemed to have glazed with unshed tears. She can feel your curious gaze on her and she blinked profusely to calm her eyes. She didn’t want to worry you for suddenly crying. “Are you not lonely?” she asked as she looked at you expectantly and the way you smiled felt like a knife to her heart. It was rueful and she hated it.

“I don’t need to marry to avoid loneliness, Cassandra,” you say. “Marriage was not something I particularly wanted, though it was needed to keep appearances but I survived as a spinster. I was surprised Mother didn’t nag me too much for not finding a husband and bearing children. May she rest in peace. Father didn’t really have a say, but he told me that marriage…” You look into her blue eyes. “…wasn’t the only thing that binds you to the person you love.”

Cassandra’s eyes widened at the revelation. What you said was true, that truth was what allowed her to marry Tobias and have Caitlyn with him for the clan’s sake. But the way you gazed into her eyes, it felt like those words were meant for her. She couldn’t be seeing things, could she? Times have changed… Would it be okay for her to say it? To hope that you love her like she loves you? She steadies her breath and places her teacup and saucer on the table. It’s now or never.

If she can’t say it at least once in both of your lifetimes, does she even deserve to love you?

Cassandra could feel your gaze as you watched her with furrowed brows when she suddenly discarded her gloves and stood from her seat across from you to stand by your side. Her heart was hammering in her chest when you craned your head to look up at her as she towered over your sitting figure. She could tell you were confused, maybe even shaken, when she just stared at you, but she saw how you widened your eyes when she slowly and gently cupped your cheeks with her bare hands and stroked the apple of your cheeks with her thumbs.

She saw part of the real, old you in your usually guarded eyes, it gave her a flicker of hope and her lips started to tremble when you didn’t push her away and instead placed your hands on hers. She had wanted to hold you like this the moment she realized she loved you.

“Cassandra, what are you—” you say with worry but you cut yourself off when you see the tears that swelled in her eyes. This wasn’t like Cassandra, the normally poised and dignified woman you loved. It reminded you of the rare times she would become reckless like Caitlyn when you two were younger.

She never told you, but those were the times she felt the most human, not because she didn’t have to put up fronts, but because she could be human with you without judgment and expectations and show herself to the person she loved, albeit having to limit herself from her insecurities.

“I never told you this, I couldn’t dare let you see this side of myself, but I can’t keep it hidden anymore. I have dreams I think about all the time. In my dreams, there was you and I…”

Cassandra paused and averted her eyes from you by lowering her head, gazing at the necklace she gave you as children with a pendant that matched the color of her eyes to keep a part of herself with you at all times. She can’t believe you still held onto it after all these decades. Did you cherish it that much?

“...We were lovers. In that world, I could love you freely without the duties and expectations placed upon me and the judgment of the world. In that world, I could call you ‘my wife,’ ‘my dearest,’ and ‘my love.’ I could be by your side to love and dote on you. We would have as many children as you wanted and have little versions of ourselves running around the Kiramman or your family’s residence. In that world, we would grow old together, watch as our family grows, and leave a mark of our love even as we take our last breaths…

I love you, and… In my dreams, you love me back.”

Cassandra hadn’t realized she was crying until your hand cupped her cheek, your thumbs wiping the falling tears. Your touch was so tender and she leaned into it, to the warmth of your hand, and hesitantly met your gaze.

Oh.

You were crying too. She didn’t want you to cry. It pained her to see you so hurt and in tears, but you were smiling, it was a smile she hadn’t seen in forever, the smile she fell in love with. She was taken aback when you stood from your seat and brushed her silver hair to the side before pressing your foreheads together, your noses brushing each other’s. She closes her eyes when you do and basks in your proximity and warmth, her arms encircling your waist. Her heart swells when you speak.

“I also have the same dreams, my love,” you say, resting your hand on her shoulder as you continue to stroke her cheek with the other. “In my dreams, you love me back. I never wanted to wake from them, and I prayed that you would stay forever so that we would be happily forever after.”

You never knew she also felt this way and that she would admit her feelings for you, it makes your heart flutter. You may never have each other exactly like you would want in both of your dreams, but the admission that she loved you back was all that mattered, and you can tell she felt the same which puts a smile on your face, the smile she always brought to your face when you were children.

“I love you, too, Cassandra. I’m happy my dreams have come true.”

#arcane #arcane cassandra #cassandra kiramman #cassandra kiramman x reader #arcane x reader #league of legends #arcane netflix #arcane women #cassandra x reader #arcane league of legends x reader #arcane league of legends

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thathastagbiotch · 7 months ago

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Valentine’s Day!

Your favorite sicko is writing a fiction for her main socials to see instead of wattpad! If this doesn’t do well, then back to wattpad we go.

Pairing: Cassandra x Reader, Rapunzel x reader, Varian x reader

Warning: Established relationship(why do people hate these?)

•Herz De Sonne’s Journal

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Cassandra

Today was the day of hearts! It was a joyous time all throughout Corona, where couples would get together to sign Herz De Somme’s Journal as a profession of love, to be immortalized forever. You saw it as a wonderfully romantic gesture. Your girlfriend, however, did not.

You had always tried to get your Cassandra to sign the journal with you, but she just thought it was stupid. You already knew you were in love, why did you need to write it down? Nonetheless, you were determined to get her to say yes this year.

“y/n, I’ve already told you, I’m not signing that book.” “Please, Cass? It would mean so much.” “Why are you so insistent on signing that book?”

She gave in. Even the daughter of the captain of the guard can’t resist plot armor. She reluctantly signed the book, your love immortalized forever.

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Rapunzel

(I feel like doing headcannons for her(like the bulletins)

•would initiate the signing.

•you cannot say no to that face

•”as princess of Corona, it’s my duty to sign this book in honor of the combination of our kingdoms”

•no, she just wants you to sign it.

•visibly excited when your about to sign it

•after you two sign it, you kiss and go on a romantic date to celebrate.

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Varian

•You walked up to him one day and was like “Varian, sweetie, can we sign Herz de Sonne’s book?” with the puppy eyes and he could not say no

•is absolutely nervous

•He’s an ex-villain, people might think he wants to steal the book

•you get him to sign it somehow

•bro is shocked to find out that nobody cares and by shocked I mean he is SHOOKETH

•Right after he dips you and kisses you

•say m’lady in a deep voice(chat noir is that you?)

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I’m so sorry please indulge me

it’s the middle of the night and I’m running on ramen noodles and period pain medication so forgive me if it’s rushed.

#Rapunzel x reader #Rapunzel tangled #tangled #tangled the series #rapunzels tangled adventure #princess rapunzel #tangled rapunzel #cassandra x reader #Cassandra gothel #tts cassandra #cassandra tangled #varian #varian tts #tts varian #tangled varian #tts rapunzel #varian x reader

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fanandfiction · 2 years ago

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For Lunch

How Arcane Characters Would Eat You Out... (part 2)

Summary: A balanced diet usually consists of three meals a day. Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner. Which will you be joining us for today?

AN: Surprise, I live! One minute I’m having a manic episode, writing every day for a whole two weeks, the next thing I know 4 months go by and my will to live has been completely nonexistent. Don’t you fear though bc low incomes got your back and for the time being I’ve got my ✨sparkle✨ back! (take your medication kids! you wouldn’t have it if you didn’t need it!)

Word Count: 2.06k words

Warnings: +18 MDNI, Cunnilingus, Oral (F receiving), Fingering, Cheating, Overstimulation, Jayce is a switch lmao, Threesome, F/F/M, Mild Exhibitionism, Mild Voyeurism, Spanking, Corruption kink, Mild Dubious Consent.

Characters: F! Reader, Jayce (ft Mel), Cassandra, Silco, Vi. (You can tell who my favorites are 😣)

THERE IS NSFW CONTENT BELOW THE CUT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Cassandra sips a glass of red wine from her office balcony most mornings. As the councilwoman’s secretary, you usually scurry around the office or run small errands for her in the city. Some days, when her silly little husband or naive daughter works her nerves just right, Cassandra needs to release her pent-up frustration. That’s where you come in. It’s your job to alleviate her stress and workload; what better way to relieve stress than having your secretary bent over your desk for brunch? You were always so good to her, never causing her the stress her daughter did, always willing to try the things her husband would shy away from.

One of Cassandra’s dainty gloved hands massages your ass, squeezing the supple flesh as her other hand is lodged in your sopping pussy, slowly fucking you with her long, slender fingers. It’s a privilege to have an audience with the councilwoman like this, so if you want to cum, you must beg for her, she says. At the same time, she’ll exhale lightly against your clit, teasing you all the more. You have no choice but to beg for her, not that you weren’t seconds away from dissolving in a blubbering mess anyway. The stimulation from her fingers alone was divine, but they were nowhere near enough to get you close to the edge. So you do, like a pathetic little puppy, you beg for her. You plead for her to let her anger and frustration out on you.

“Please, Miss,” you whimper. “Use me, give me all your stress. I’ll take it, all of it.”

If Cassandra’s feeling nice, she’s quick to give you what you asked so nicely for. She’ll move you to your back with your legs spread to make it easier on her own - you will never catch the counselor on her knees for anyone. She’s quick to press her de-gloved fingers back into your pulsing entrance, her mouth joining them this time, nibbling and suckling your clit. You try your hardest not to scream in pleasure- the last thing you want to do is alert someone to what is happening. But with all her stimulation, you can feel yourself tumbling toward the edge. Failure is inevitable, and you moan loudly when your orgasm consumes you.

Cassandra slows for maybe a minute as you're coming to, your pussy is pulsing around her fingers, and you’re trying to flinch away from how sensitive you feel, but she’s not stopping. She chuckles into you, steadying you with her free hand, “I’m still very frustrated, my dear. And we haven’t even gotten to the main course. I’m afraid you might need to readjust my schedule after lunch.”

Jayce would have you at the grand table in the conference hall after a relatively gruesome meeting. He would claim that after such a long boring conference, he needed a snack- he was “just absolutely famished.” You were quick to offer yourself to him, and he wasn’t hesitant to accept your offer. Jayce happily lapped at your cunt, savoring your juices almost as if he had been without food and water for weeks. There was nothing more Jayce wanted than to taste your sweet release, and he had you close to cumming relatively quickly. Jayce is incredibly skilled with his mouth; while his tongue works dutifully, leaving long broad strokes through your folds, one of his hands stimulates your clit. His thumb circles it without remorse, and you’re sure you’re falling apart then and there. But to your surprise and dismay, he halts his movements.

“Well, don’t stop now that you’ve gotten caught,” Councilwoman Medarda stood tall and as elegant as ever in the doorway. You didn’t hear her come in. In shock, you try to get up, but Jayce halts you. Heeding her wishes, Jayce continues, holding you in place with his free hand.

“I- Councilwoman- I-I’m sorry!” You squeak, trying to shuffle away from the persistent counselor between your legs.

She strolls into the room, her hips delightfully swaying as she makes her way to join you. “Don’t be. You’re not the one in trouble- What a good aide you’ve been, helping this greedy dog get his fix,” Mel says. She stands in the inner portion of the table, near your head, peering down at you. She reaches down and begins gently massaging your breasts. “I think if the poor dog wants to eat so bad, we should let him eat, and eat, and eat until his heart's content.”

There's no time for you to ponder or even process what she means. Your first orgasm comes crashing over you as Jayce takes your clit between his lips and pushes his fingers into your dripping heat. He doesn’t stop, and you can quickly feel the familiar tension returning in your lower abdomen. You attempt and fail to choke back sobs from the overstimulation. His fingers thrust in and out of you with remarkable precision and consistency. As you cum a second time, Mel comforts you by wiping the sweat from your brow and cooing gently in your ear. “There, there. If you waste all your tears night now, you won’t have any for the main event.”

Silco was a busy, busy man. It’s hard work running the undercity and raising a daughter with a loaded, trauma-filled past. So naturally, after a relatively long week of chem barron negotiations that went virtually nowhere, Silco’s patience was wearing thin. He didn’t have time to entertain you or put up with your bratty antics. That, however, has never stopped you, and you don’t take neglect from your beloved too well. If anything, it makes it ten times harder on Silco. You ramp up your brattiness and constantly interrupt his work until he snaps, deciding nothing can move forward until you’re punished.

Paper and pens are strewn off his large oak desk in seconds, and your body replaces them just as quickly. You're bent over the cold surface, standing on the tip of your toes as you present yourself to him. Your knuckles pale as your grip tightens in anticipation around the edge of the desk. “Is this what you wanted, my attention?” Silco says as he makes quick work of discarding your undergarments. You hum “yes” happily when the cool air hits your sopping cunt.

“Well, now you’ve got it, my little dove,” he says, groping and massaging the globes of your ass. Don’t be fooled. Silco isn’t letting you off scot-free. Not after all the strife you’ve caused him. His right hand lifts from your ass, and before you have time to register what he might do with it, it’s coming back down hard against your behind. You let out a surprised squeak, tensing when Silco grabs the tingling flesh.

“ Count them,” he says simply. With little warning, the next one comes down as ruthlessly as the first.

One, two, three, four, five. You heed his command and count each one. Every harsh slap is heavy and quick, causing your breath to become quick and shallow.

Your ass is on fire, but that doesn’t stop your pussy from clenching desperately around nothing. As Silco harshly squeezes your burning flesh, his thumb makes its way to massage your tight button hole and your pussy entrance, teasing you. You whine and whither in his grasp. “Do you need something?” Silco’s low vibrato causes shivers to run down your spine.

“ I need you, please,” you whimper pathetically.

“We’ll get there, dove…Right now, we’re teaching you a thing or two about patience,” You can feel Silco’s warm breath graze against your entrance. “Keep counting.” He says as laps at your pussy.

Six, seven, eight, nine, ten. He slaps your neglected left side just as aggressively as the other. Both sides tingle, radiating heat as Silco devours you. It’s hard for you to focus, but you manage all while grinding back into Silco’s mouth.

Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen. Silco can tell you’re close by how you tense around his tongue, and your legs start quivering. He moves to suck on your sensitive clit, and you grind backward onto his nose. Moments later you're tipping over the edge, Silco guiding you through every second of pleasure.

Once you’ve caught your breath, Silco retreats, you don’t dare to move or get up. You hear him lick his wet lips and the metal buckle of his pants come undone. “Now onto the main course, my dove.”

Due to her hostile nature, Vi had spent the first several years of her sentence alone within the concrete walls of Stillwater. The only human interaction she’d had was between meal times when the guards would bring her a tray of gray slop and stale bread or during hygiene hour when she is granted daily access to the showers. One day that changed, instead of being delivered the usual atrocity that was lunch, you’re delivered. Whether it be because her behavior improved or because the prison had reached a certain capacity, Vi didn’t know. When she got a good look at you, she quickly decided she was grateful to have a new cellmate either way.

This innocence radiated from you, something Vi craved and hadn’t had for a long time. Something about you just screams, “she doesn’t belong here.” There's no way you were in this shit hole on anything more than petty charges, false ones even, Vi pondered.

You fall into your place in the natural hierarchy so easily as well. Vi didn’t have to fight or intimidate you for anything. She was in charge from the beginning. Food, necessities- anything she asks of you, you give her. You never ask much of it. She kept peering guards off your back and ensured no bigger fish came to snatch you up. Although, maybe you should’ve been more aware of the peering eyes just behind you or the monster sleeping above you, waiting for the perfect moment to devour you whole.

Before long, the tension you seem too naive to notice becomes almost overbearing for Vi. She’d asked you to scrub her down in the shower, wash her hair, and dry her off. You had done so dutifully, assuming the way she twitched beneath your fingers was due to stress and fatigue. It wasn’t until you found yourself face down against the cool bathroom counter and stripped of your lower garments that you considered anything else.

“V-Vi!?” you stammer. Alarmed, you begin to thrash, trying desperately to face your cellmate. Only you find it’s futile. With one hand, Vi has your arms in a firm, unrelenting hold behind your back.

“So innocent, so precious,” She drags out her words like a snake, grabbing and massaging your bare ass with her free hands. “I could just eat you whole.”

Vi leaves you with no time to ponder her words before her warm mouth finds your cunt. She moans loudly at the taste sending vibrations coursing through you. You try to fight her, but your resolve is already weakening drastically, and your thrashing only serves to push you further into her warmth.

“Mmh,” she hums. “You taste even better than I imagined.”

“Please…” you whimper.

“Please what? Do you want more?” She teases. Before you have time to deny her accusations, two of her fingers join her mouth, thrusting into your dripping hole. The feeling immediately shatters what’s left of your will to fight back. Kitten-like mews and whorish whimpers erupt from your throat.

“There, there,” she coos, as your walls tense and un-tense tightly around her fingers. She can tell you’re close already.

Her mouth finds its way to your sensitive clit, and she begins sucking hard. With the combined efforts of her mouth and fingers, you're cumming in no time. Screaming out her name as your release finds you, your juices spill down Vi’s face.

When she stands, her reflection in the mirror serves as your only method of looking at her. She wears a proud smirk on her face, watching as you pant and twitch beneath her. “What a good little slut you are. When we are done, everyone in Stillwater will know who you belong to.”

Next part- For Dinner - Set to include: Sevika, Renata Glasc, Finn, Jinx, Ambessa Medarda

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demigoddessqueens · 2 years ago

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oh i got one. Dragon age with Solas, Cassandra, Varric, Cullen, Josephine, Leliana, iron bull, and Sera.

Where their inquisitor!S/O has a identical twin to the point it's uncanny. And when said twin came for a surprise visit, they both decided to prank everyone by appearing in separate places so it would look like the inquisitor was in two different places at once. How long did it take before they realize that there were two of them.

Hahahaha! I love it 🤣 Twin shenanigans

Solas - he’s not so easily tricked, but finds you and your twin’s antics humorously endearing

Cassandra - she was surprised at first but after the few times you two prank her, she’s all like “ok haha 😒 very funny”

Varric - he thought he noticed something was different at first, but caught on pretty quick when the three of you had a good laugh over it

Cullen - you’re going to give him a heart attack!! But now he’s double thinking everything like “was that then I kissed or their twin?”

Josephine - takes her a bit of a while but she started picking up on it, with the little mannerisms here and there. Surprised when she figures it out but excited to meet your twin!

Leliana - busy AF so she gets frazzled about it at first, “wait you were there?” “Now you’re here?!”, until you reveal to her it’s your twin. “Oh it’s so nice to finally meet you! I’ve heard so much!”

Iron Bull - he’s perceptive about these things so he also figures it out three of you have a good laugh about the pranks you’ve all pulled in the past

Sera - oh she’s loving this!! Finally two more people who can be her prank buddies in Sky Hold

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #inbox request #headcanons #dragon age x reader #cullen rutherford #solas #my writing #varric tethras #dai #dragon age iron bull #dragon age sera #cassandra dragon age #cassandra x reader #josephine dragon age #leliana dragon age #solas x reader #cullen rutherford x reader #dragon age inquistor

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continentalblue · 1 year ago

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if it’s okay with you, could i request a cassandra x a female reader who has a huge crush on her, and is just a blushing mess around her?

hi, sorry this took a while! I've been super busy with finals :( but they're done now!

🗡️ Cass notices (because of course, she does).

🗡️ And honestly? She's flattered. She's always felt like she's in Rapunzel's shadow, denied the love others showed her. Sure, Varian had a crush on her but he was so much younger than her! You're her age and available.

🗡️ She purposefully does things to make you blush (like flexing her muscles after flawlessly completing an endurance test or picking you up after a victory). It's cute, seeing you fall to the floor in a gloopy pile of love.

🗡️ They day you get the jump on her is the day she falls in love with you. When you praise her for something she does, her heart starts stuttering and darn near jumps out of her chest.

🗡️ The closer you two get, the more she touches you. They're gentle touches on your wrist, almost forgettable, but they make every thought fly from your head. And every time she touches you, her fingers tingle at the point of impact.

🗡️ She finds your blushing and stuttering endearing. If it were anyone else, she would have been annoyed by their incessant pleading for her attention. But you? It changes something in her heart, makes her more protective of you than normal.

🗡️ She loves braiding your hair (if you choose to show it). The way you shudder under her fingers is nothing short of magical, and it spurns the fire in her heart.

🗡️ She's almost impressed that your crush on her doesn't let up. She'd be almost ... disappointed if you stopped being so flustered around her, but luckily, your crush only seems to grow.

🗡️ That isn't to say that you do all of the blushing. No, no, no. The more she falls for you, the redder her face gets. It seems almost impossible to her that her face can get any redder, but it does.

🗡️ Even after she turns evil, you still fall at her feet. She keeps you safe with her rocks; not a single hair on your pretty little head is harmed.

🗡️ It's after her exile that you kiss her for the first time (because, doesn't she know? You'll follow her anywhere) that she actually falls off of her horse. You fall off next to her, shocked by your boldness.

🗡️ Cass comments on your blush before kissing your cheek, wiping away some mud on your forehead.

🗡️ "I love you," are the words you've been longing to hear, and they're the ones you get. She wraps her arms around your shoulders, laughing genuinely for the first time in months.

🗡️ "I love you too," you manage to stammer out, resting your head on her muddy shoulder.

#blue's tangled asks #blue's tangled headcanons #blue the tangled blogger #blue's cassandra #tts #tangled the series #rta #rapunzel's tangled adventure #rapunzels tangled adventure #tts cassandra #cassandra tts #rta cassandra #cassandra rta #tts cassandra x reader #rta cassandra/reader #cassandra x reader

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inkareds · 1 year ago

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can you do a cass cain x female reader story?

Rest Your Weary Eyes Cassandra Cain

nav // dc m.list // ko-fi

✧.* word count: 1k (a shortie) ✧.* genre: Fluff ✧.* warnings: The reader is female, that's it

After a long night, Cassandra just wants to be in the arms of the woman she loves

Jesus christ this was requested last year I am so fucking sorry I had like 0 ideas for her so I'm really sorry if she's a bit ooc (also I'm working on everyone's requests starting from the oldest one 💀)

“Black Bat watch your six!” Cass quickly turned around at the sound of Barbara in her earpiece.

Unfortunately, she didn’t turn quickly enough as the moment she did turn around, the assassin had already lunged towards her. Being around thrice her size, the assassin barrelled towards her and shoved her entire body towards a brick wall.

Cass groaned as he landed a punch to her abdomen, disoriented from the crash the assassin was quick to land a few more hits to her. Though once she did regain her focus, her eyes saw opportunity after opportunity within the assassin’s hold against her. Making use of his weak points, she efficiently took him down.

Finally, back on her own two feet, Barbara spoke again.

“There’s four more coming your way.” Cass sighed.

“This is going to be a long night.” She muttered under her breath.

Your tired eyes tried their best to stay awake as you glared at the document in front of you. There were barely any words on the screen, yet you have to finish this four thousand-word essay by the end of the week. A task, at this point, you felt was impossible to do. You shook your head.

“I can do this.” You muttered to yourself as you began to type.

After the first few paragraph and sips of your favourite tea, you finally got your groove for writing back. The words came somewhat easily to you as you progressed into the essay.

In fact, you were so focused you didn’t hear the loud thump on the outside of your fire escape. Nor the sound of the window opening. All you saw was a black shadow in the shape of a bat behind you from the reflection of your computer. Causing you to scream out.

Cass immediately took off her mask and put both her hands up.

“It’s me! It’s me!”

Realising now that this was Cassandra Cain, your longtime girlfriend, you let out a loud sigh.

“Oh my fucking god! Why’d you gotta scare me like that?! I know you’re like trained to be quiet or something! But Jesus, I think you shaved off four years off my life.” You chuckled holding your chest as you heaved, still panicked.

Though, after seeing Cass’ reaction to your statement, you sterned yourself. There was a tired tight-lipped smile on your beautiful girlfriend’s expression. Your brows furrowed together as you looked across her body.

With her standing up and you still sat down on your chair, you could get a good look at her costume. Muck, dirt, and blood greased the surface of her suit. Sweat stuck to the skin of her face and her hair was much greasier than usual after a night of patrolling. Not to mention how tired she actually looked. Her eyes dropped and it would seem that she was begging for a shower.

You sighed and shook your head. Cass was just standing there, her chest rising and falling at the deep breaths she was taking to try and calm her quick heartbeat from the tough patrol she just went through. She came here to just see you. Spy on you for a little bit, as creepy as that sounds, she just wanted to make sure you were okay.

Today’s patrol made her remember how dangerous of a place Gotham could be. She needed to know that you were safe and sound. What she didn’t expect was for her body to not listen to what her brain wanted and snuck into your room.

But now that she was actually in your room, in front of you, she didn’t really know what to do.

“Go shower, my love. I’ll get some of your clothes that you left here then we can rest together.”

At your response, she smiled before making her way towards the bathroom.

Though the two of you didn’t live together, it was almost like your apartment was her second home. Next to your towel was a grey towel just for her. Next to your toothbrush was her own. She even had her face wash and skincare right next to yours. She smiled looking around the bathroom, it was such a simple space.

Something a lot of people overlook, but it was an important part of a home. It was almost like you in that regard, though she chuckled over her mind comparing you to a bathroom.

You were far more than that. But it was true. You weren’t a vigilante, you weren’t a hero, you were just a normal civilian student going by her daily life. You were by no means special in the grand scheme of things and you could be overlooked by many things in life.

But by her? By Cassandra Cain trained assassin and Black Bat? You were everything. You were one of the most important things in her life. And seeing her life slowly merge into yours in the shape of her belongings slowly making a home in your home? That caused her heart to swell.

So much that she couldn’t help but take a quick hot shower so she could cuddle with you on your bed.

When she finished her shower, you were already in bed ready to welcome her.

Cass wordlessly shuffled to your bed and wrapped her hands around your torso as she lay on her side. Her face buried deep in the crook of your neck. You chuckled at her touchiness, who would’ve thought one of the genuinely most terrifying vigilantes in Gotham was such a cuddle bug?

As you kissed the top of her head you whispered.

“Good night Cass.”

Cass hummed back.

“Good night beautiful.”

At the comfortable weight of your love safe and sound in your arms. Her somewhat still wet hair against your hands, you felt yourself drifting into a deep sleep. Though not before you heard Cass mumble.

“Thank you.”

Leaving you to sleep with a wide smile, knowing tomorrow morning you’d actually be able to have a conversation with the woman you loved. Now, though, now, you’d both rest.

#cassandra cain #cassandra cain x reader #cassandra x reader #cassandra cain x you #cassandra x you #black bat #black bat x reader #black bat x you #dc #dceu #batman

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mikasa-imadebiscults · 8 months ago

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RL Fluff Relationship Hcs

(A/N- We need more fluff in this fandom, like DAMN THE ANGST BE SAD ;-;)

(Characters Included- Bela, Cassandra, Daniela, and Donna)

(Warning: Mild swearing and of course fluff)

🫀Bela Dimitrescu🫀

- She is your shield. She tries her hardest to keep you safe from any danger the best she can.

- When you’re out somewhere together and she sees that you’re cold she will take off her jacket and have you put it on saying that she insists. Then will wrap one arm around your waist to provide extra warmth.

- This girl can cook. She secretly loves it when you go up behind her and wrap your arms around her waist while she’s cooking.

- Keeps every single gift you give her and cherishes each memory it holds.

- In the middle of the night, when both of you can’t sleep, she likes to talk to you and reminiscence on shared memories together. Sometimes she tells you stories about the funny things Cass and Dani did when they were kids.

☕️Cassandra Dimitrescu☕️

- This flirt makes it her goal to make sure that you get flustered at least three times a day.

- It’s RARE to get her flustered but if you succeed in getting her all flustered, it is truly a wonderful sight to see.

- She loves to tell you about the latest performance she did and how she feels about them (majority of the time she’s very happy with the outcome of the performance)

- Okay but imagine stargazing with Cassandra. Or walking through the forest with her while she tells you dramatic stories about her life.

- If you go watch her perform without telling her, she would be so surprised and give you a wink before getting her shit together and proceeds on with the play.

🛹Daniela Dimitrescu🛹

- Friends to lovers trope. (Well more like BEST friends to lovers)

- When the both of you go to a party she’ll always have her eyes on you in admiration and adoration. She just loves seeing you so happy.

- Tells all of her skater bros and family about you. They know almost everything about you because of her rambling sessions about you.

- She is always able to make you laugh, especially when you two are hanging out with Angie (the chaos between those two is hilarious)

- Loves to show off some of her skating tricks. If you praise her for them she would give you the biggest smile. Her smile is so damn contagious.

💐Donna Beneviento💐

- This woman loves you so very much.

- At the beginning of your relationship she feared that you’ll leave her one day (give this poor girl a hug) BUT after lots of reassurance from you, she starts to believe that you won’t leave.

- She loves giving you hugs. Whenever she hugs you she’s always a bit tense but she still gives the BEST hugs (prove me wrong)

- The first time y’all had an heart-to-heart conversation about how much you love each other, she got so happy that she cried tears of happiness.

- If you have any scars, stretch marks, freckles, or whatever she likes to trace and kiss them softly. It’s her way of showing you that she loves every single part of you.

Masterlist

#resident lover #resident lover bela #bela dimitrescu #bela x reader #resident lover cassandra #cassandra dimitrescu #cassandra x reader #resident lover daniela #daniela dimitrescu #daniela x reader #resident lover donna #donna beneviento #donna x reader

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papil0nglegs · 3 months ago

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Can you do Cassandra for one of the dating head canons?

Cassandra x Reader Headcanons✮

A/n: Hey guyss sorry I’ve been gone for a while, I posted an a/n a while ago explaining why I’ve been busy here. I’m probably only going to post a few more fnf Headcanons until I move into the next fandom and see how that goes.(I personally see Cassandra more in the girls team so most of these hcs are for my girlies, so srry if ur masc reading this.)

Warnings: emotional suppression, slight obsession

Cassandra is a very hidden person

By that I mean she doesn’t share her feelings all that much, and when she does it’s in the form of violence (wow who could’ve guessed) So it took a while for you to get a break through with her

Anyways you guys met at her concert, she noticed you in the crowd singing a song she wrote.

So she was quite eager to finish up her song and go up to you after the show

Now you weren’t exactly scared of her it’s just that everyone at your school was, so it made you quite cautious of her even if you liked her music

“Hey,, I saw you out there”

flinch

“Oh, Cassandra. Sorry was I a bit loud out there wasn’t I?”

“Yeah, not as loud as me tho” oh my god of course not Cassandra it’s a fucking concert you stupid bitch-

“Ooh about that, how do you do that thing with your voice? It sounds like your voice gets pretty sore after all of that, it’s impressive!!”

Holyshitholyshit no one’s actually said that to me? Are they making fun of me?? Cuz if they are I’m beating the fuck out of them but they seemed to really like it back there-

Cassandra just froze right there, her cheeks were tinted as red as her hair while you just stood there, head tilted.

“..um I’ll see you at lunch tomorrow?”

“MHM”

nodding aggressively 💀

This girl made a whole plan on how to look for you at lunch, she even thought of getting on one of the lunch tables to find you

But you immediately spotted her because of her bright hair

She wasn’t sure how to act at first, because she really liked being around you which was a first time thing for her

As soon as she sat down in front of you she started to feel something different inside of her, she didn’t feel as much hate as she did on a normal basis. If anything she felt like she could let her guard down for once when she was around you

She’d let you call her nicknames that she doesn’t even let her parents call her, ‘Cass, Cassie, CayCay, CeCe ’

The one that really stuck with her was the one time you called her ‘babe’, to most people if you called your friend babe it was just to show affection.

But Cassandra always imagined that someday you’d always refer to as ‘babe’, or even ‘baby’.

Cassandra would stop writing about so much violence and write more about love (which didn’t sit right with her band members lol)

She’d always write about how she fell into your eyes, sure it was cliche to say but it felt so true.

On a warm summer night, you two were just chilling on a tubed slide at a closed park, eating snacks and ranting about god knows what.

That’s when she fucked up and confessed , genuine fear struck her eyes because she thought you’d be disgusted by how she felt since she was considered the ‘weird girl’ in school

Until you held her cold pale hand, and kissed her, black lipstick staining yours.

She then pushed you with her, laying on the slide, as you to began to makeout on her now favorite place to visit.

Now Ms Cassandra probably sees you as the most beautiful creature on this planet.

She enjoys doing gothic/punk like makeup on you while you do your own looks on her.

On Halloween you two would dress as nana (I know close to nothing abt this show so pls correct me if they’re a lesbian couple or not)

Depending on your style some people thought you guys just wore your regular clothes to the Halloween party

On Valentine’s Day she sent you a card that read “I want to share my coffin with you <3”, some people might find it weird but if anything you found it the sweetest thing in the world

Oh, you dye your hair too? Automatically in love, you two would love helping dye each others hair.

“Shoot”

“What? What happened?”

“I got the wrong color :(“

“Fuck.. Eh, I guess I can rock pink for a bit”

She did NOT rock pink 😵😵

Cassandra also drew your name/initials on all her shoes. She was DETERMINED to let it be known that she loves you

#sorry if this is short pls #Cassandra #cassandra picos school #picos school x reader #picos school #Cassandra x reader #cassandra picos school x reader #x reader #headcanons #I’m back GAGAGAHAAA

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ranchracoon · 1 year ago

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Devour Ch. 21: We Got You

“Dani…are you sure about this?” You ask hesitantly.

“Of course! I cut my hair all the time!” She giggles.

“Your hair doesn’t grow!” You scowl.

“True…but I’ve read a lot of books on it! Plus, you practically buzz your hair off anyway so this won’t be any different.”

“We have to cut the mats off first, Daniela.” Intercepts Bela.

Your head lays against the warm tile of the bathtub, above you stands Daniela with a pair of scissors and a straight razor in her hands. After a begrudging sigh you nod your head to give her the go ahead and shut your eyes. Daniela squeals and plops behind your head, her hands comb through what hair she can by using the bath water to wet it. The scissors cut away the matted hair and thin it down to where it is easy to shave.

“Okay, I need you to stay absolutely still. I don’t want to cut you.” She warns.

“It’ll heal.” You quip.

“It’s the principal!”

She smacks your head lightly with the tips of her fingers before lifting your head. Your shoulders tense as the razor grazes over your scalp, she collects the hair on the side of the tub and goes agonizingly slow. When she finishes you hear the razor softly clatter off to the side and her cold hands brush through the short cut length that's left. The sides and back are shaved down to nubs, which leaves less than a fourth of an inch of hair length left, but she managed to save more hair on top so your hair isn’t completely shaved down. You open your eyes and lean your head back to look up at her, she smiles at you lovingly before bending over to give your head a kiss.

“Thank you princess.” You whisper.

“Mm I like it when you call me that.” She teases.

You chuckle and lift your head to look at Cassandra who runs her fingertips over your hand while resting her head on your shoulder. Bela steps into the water and carriedsa wash rag in her hand. She pours an intoxicating scent over it then approaches you and begins to scrub the months of grime off.

“I can wash myself Bela.”

“I don’t think so, you need to save your energy. It’s like trying to scrape off the dried blood down in the cellar. ” She groans.

“That could be it, or I think you’re using it as an excuse to touch my body because you like bathing me.” You tease.

Bela glares at you but says nothing and pours water over your head to rinse off the soap, Cassandra lifts her head away in time and laughs. With a smile you lean over and kiss her head, she wraps her arms around you and holds you tighter. Bela finishes scrubbing your face and upper body then washes herself as Daniela stripped and joined all of you. Daniela eyes you with a smirk as she floats over through the water and slips one knee between you and Cassandra, and the other on the other side of you to straddle your lap. Cassandra hisses at her making Daniela roll her eyes while her arms snake around your neck and kisses all over your face.

You wrap your free arm around her waist and keep her against your body. Bela scoots to your free side and cuddles up to you. You rest your head back again, tears spill over and down your cheeks. Their purrs vibrate your chest and despite their cold bodies, they radiate warmth and love over every inch of your being.

“What’s the matter?” Asks Daniela.

The other two look up at you, you hiccup and gasp softly as you tried to catch your breath. After failing miserably to hold your feelings back, the flood gates open. They shoot up, making the water from the tub overflow over the edges onto the floor. Daniela moves off your lap thinking she hurt you but you manage to chuckle through the tears.

“I’m so happy to be home. I missed you all so much that I keep thinking that this is all just a dream…” you choke out.

Bela reaches out and cups your face before she gently pulls you forward to kiss your lips. You sigh into it and push into the kiss. You both linger there for a moment until she moves away and brushes your tears away with her thumbs. Carefully she aids you in standing up so she can fully embrace you. Your body relaxes, using her as support as every inch of her body melts into yours.

“This isn’t a dream, little one. We’re right here and we love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

Daniela, who is too impatient, throws herself at you the second Bela clears the way,. She traps your waist with her legs while you hold her up by gripping her thighs. She kisses you multiple times until you laugh, she goes over your face and neck and when she's satisfied with the amount of kisses you received, she let's go.

“I love you.” She beams.

“I love you too.”

Cassandra looks at the water while hugging herself, you approach her slowly and tilt your head down to meet her eyes. They're wet but no tears have fallen yet. She sways her hair to hide her face but you still see her lip quiver ever so slightly. You embrace her as tightly as you can muster, she muffled her sobs with your neck as her hands trace over the indents of your spine and ribs. Quietly you shush her and rub her back soothingly until she settles down, she grabs your face hard enough that her nails dig into your skin. She slams her lips against yours and keeps them there for an eternity. You don't ’t pull back, instead you lean into it and push against her. Your breaths quickened but you're interrupted by Bela tapping your shoulder. Turning your attention to her, Cassandra hides her face on the other side of yours.

“Easy tiger. Once you’re recovered we’ll each have our turn with you.” She winks.

Heat rushes your cheeks but you nod in agreement. After the bath you eat, they drink some cups of wine with a few meaty strips from your plate. With a full belly, you stretch out onto the bed that feels like a cloud from paradise. The exhaustion from the months and especially the last day has caught up to you and you no longer want to fight it. Daniela spoons your side, Bela spoons the other, and Cassandra carefully lays on top of you with her head tucked under your chin.

The next couple of weeks pass in a flash compared to the sluggish pace they had previously gone. You avoid Lady Dimitrescu at every cost, unsure if she's still upset with you or not. The second you hear her heels you dart off in the other direction until you find safety with one of your loves or inside one of their rooms. They have gotten back to their duties, but whenever one is free they follow you around like ducklings, you tease them but secretly love every second of it. One morning you and Daniela are in the library, you're working out under her watchful eye so you don’t overdo it. Thanks to your mutation, you're almost back to normal from consistently having meat, blood, and actual food rather than leftover scraps. However, your body mass and muscles may have returned, but your stamina and endurance are still shit. Climbing up a single flight of stairs tires you out.

Daniela rests on your back with her elbow on your head and her feet by yours as you do push ups and planks, she purposely made herself heavy enough for you to feel her but light enough she won’t cause much resistance. This is your routine: you haven’t gotten any word about returning to work, so you spend your spare time running away from Lady Dimitrescu and gaining back what you lost. Daniela sighs dramatically and flails on top of you with her arms outstretched on either side of your head as you continue to move.

“Something on your mind princess?” You ask.

“How much longer are you going to avoid Mother?”

“Forver if I can help it. I can only imagine how she’s feeling. She finds out I’m dating all three of you, then I go missing and break your hearts, then I attack her and then I go right back to dating her daughters. If I were her I would be pissed.” You reply.

She groans, “this castle is only so big. You cant hide from her forever. Yeah she's probably mad but, she won't hurt you. The longer you drag it out the worse it'll be.”

“See, you say that, then I end up disemboweled and strung up in the garden.” You retort.

She snorts and shifts in her swarm so she's on her belly on your back, she props her elbows on your shoulders and hums softly. She swings her feet back and forth as she comfortably touches you.

“That’s reserved for stupid man-things. I don’t actually know what she'll do to you. Maybe she'll come up with a whole new punishment. "

Your eyes widen and you drop to your stomach with an audible thud, Daniela yips and appears in front of you on the ground as she looks over your face. You release a heavy groan from the impact but slowly raise your head to look at her beautiful, golden, eyes staring right back at you.

“I…I’ll talk to your mother when I’m ready to face her again. I promise. I just want to enjoy my last moments on Earth."

Eventually the girls allow you back into your old room after some major sucking up and hefty promises. After you're certain Lady Dimitrescu is on the other side of the castle you sneak your way through the courtyard and up toward your room. Your room is how you expected it to look, everything covered in a thick layer of dust, even the spiderwebs on the ceiling have dust on them. When you open the closet your heart sinks when moths flutter out and you're left with the crumbs of your old uniforms. Luckily Cassandra had hoarded a few of your other outfits but you're a bit upset to say the least, you really liked those uniforms and Donna put a lot of effort into them.

You push the sleeves of your collared shirt up, and sneak down to the supply closet to gather some cleaning supplies. At least that is still the same. The mops still hang on the right, the brooms on the left, the buckets neatly stacked in the corner and the shelves lined with towels and cleaner. A few hours later Cassandra strolls by and startles you when she coughs to get your attention. You clutch the mop handle against your chest as you stare at her and clear your throat. Her golden glare sends a shiver down your spine, if you weren’t dating her she probably would have killed you just from her angered look alone.

“It’s not what it looks like.” You start.

“Oh it’s not?” She asks sarcastically.

She stalks inside the room, stepping over the bag of garbage and around the mop bucket before she halts in front of you. She leans forward and yanks the mop from your hands before effortlessly throwing it into the bucket of water. She crosses her arms and you gulp but maintain eye contact with her.

“Because to me, it looks like you’re cleaning when you’re supposed to be taking it easy.”

“Um…old habits die hard?” You shrug shoulders.

“Oh Mother Miranda it's a good thing you're cute." She rolls her eyes.

You chuckle and reach up to kiss her, she returns the kiss happily as she presses into you. You constrict your arms around her and hold her close to your body, breathing in her comforting scent. Suddenly she jerks away and you whimper, she giggles mischievously and bops your nose with her pointer finger.

“I missed you an awful lot Y/N. You have no idea how much I want to show you, but not now. Please don’t overdo it.” She warns before disappearing.

You huff and run your hand over your head to wipe the sweat away. Much later you finish cleaning your old room, it looks good as new, well…it looks good. You toss the bag of garbage into the bin outback near the kitchen, then pause on your way back. Instead of going back to your room you decide to take a detour through the kitchen. To your surprise there are a lot of servants running around in it. They have different uniforms than what you were familiar with and they don’t have the Dimitrescu crest on them. You expected there had to have been someone working down here, your girls bring you food every day and they certainly didn’t cook it. One servant approaches you with a genuine, kind smile.

“Happy to see you up and about my lady. What can I do for you?” She asks.

You shake your head and blink, surprised by the formality “oh nothing I was just curious to see who was down here, and thank them for making me meals. They were delicious. May I ask, who are all of you?”

The woman smiles broader, she looks around your age with vibrant green eyes and bronze hair, but the lines around her face give her a much older appearance. She wears a bright red blouse with a full white apron and a long green skirt that covers her ankles. All the other staff members have similar outfits with variations of pants vs skirts, button ups vs blouses, and some staff have full aprons while others only have waist aprons.

“Oh! Please excuse me for not introducing myself, my lady.” She bows, “I’m Lilla, the personal servant to the Baroness and we are her traveling staff. We were invited by Lady Dimitrescu after your unfortunate accident, and will be here until further notice.”

You stare at her perplexed, “I see. Why do you keep calling me ‘my lady’?” You ask.

Lilla opens her arms to move you out of the kitchen area as other members of the staff scurry past. Back in the dining room she flattens out her apron then looks back up at you. From the close proximity you catch an unusual smell, it doesn’t smell like anything you recognize. However a deeper part of you somehow knows it's not human.

“I apologize if I used the incorrect pronoun to address you by. Lady Dimitrescu informed us that you are to be treated and addressed with the same respect as her daughters. However, if you do not wish to be referred to as ‘lady’ then I would be happy to accommodate whichever title you deem fit.”

“No, that's fine but there's really no need for such formality. I would much prefer that you just use my name.” You answer.

Lilla nods and bows to you again, “ understood. Now, I don’t mean to come off as rude or offensive but I do need to help finish dinner.”

You say goodbye to Lilla then ponder yourself as you venture into the main hall. Clearly you have a lot to catch up on and a lot to get used to. More importantly, you need to know why Lilla and the others don't smell human. You pause in your tracks at the sound that you’ve successfully avoided since your return: those infernal heels. You peer down the stairwell toward the Hall of Four, standing in the doorway to her quarters is Lady Dimitrescu and the baroness. The Lady kneels to the same height as the baroness, giving her the briefest kiss upon her cheek. Upon standing you and the Lady lock eyes; your muscles tense, sweat instantly manifests, your legs feel glued to the floor.

Yet, she says nothing. Instead she gives a final look down to the baroness then disappears down the hallway. You unclench and start to breath again while watching the other woman walk away to the hallway that leads to the carriage gate. She briefly takes a look at you, and you her without exchanging a word. No point in delaying now that she saw you. You walk down the steps, open the door, through the hallway and stop in front of the door to her seating area. It feels like only yesterday you were hauling fire wood in the early hours of morning. You raise your first to knock but before it strikes you hear her voice coaxing you inside.

You click the handle and open the door, stepping through and closing it behind you with a soft click. She's sitting at the couch in front of you with her back facing you, she brings a glass to her lips and takes a slow sip from it. You eye the hole in the fireplace as a way of reassuring yourself it's still there at least should you need to escape.

"I'm not going to hurt you, but if you are ready to talk then sit down. If you're not then you may go. I won't push you to discuss anything you don't want to."

Cautiously you walk to the love seat across from her and sit down. She stars at you for a moment, her eyes examining your reaction, your body language, she probably even reads the micro changes in the air around you. After her staring contest she reaches for the side table where her cigarette holder and cigarette box lay. When she decides and put one in the holder, she brings up her lighter and lights it to life then takes a long, deep inhale. The smoke blows out her nose at a creeping pace, it travels from her nose and down her chin before evaporating into nothingness.

“Do you want to talk about the events that have transpired recently? Or the factory?" She asks softly.

You perk your head in confusion and surprise, the sound of her voice is genuine and riddled with concern. Your heart starts to race and you pick at your fingernails subconsciously, you have barely mentioned anything to anyone, even your girlfriends. It’s not that you don’t trust them, but you know they have their own feelings and issues to tackle without having yours added to them. Lady Dimitrescu tilts her head as she watches your anxiety rise to the surface, your breathing get faster, you become fidgety, and avoid looking in her eyes.

“You don’t have to if you’re not ready, but you should talk to someone about it.” She reassures.

“I…I know and I do want to talk about it but truthfully, I don’t remember much. I blacked out for most of it because I was starved, dehydrated, exhausted, and in constant pain.” The vulnerability manifests into tears, shakes, and quiet sobs.

“He, he chained me down to a chair and I remember being in excruciating pain from being electrocuted. I would shift in defense and I only remember bits and pieces after that. He used those hallucinogenic flowers that Donna grows, so it’s difficult to say what was real and what was fake. He did keep me in this locked room and chained to a wall. I tried to escape the first month. So many times. Each time he caught me faster and faster because I was growing weaker, eventually I became too weak to fight back and gave up. He would throw me scraps from his dinner to keep me alive and….” you choke back another sob, “made me drink out of a bowl like a dog.”

You don’t notice through the blur of your tears, but the sudden pressure around your body and the surrounding smell of smoke snaps you to attention. Lady Dimitrescu is hugging you, not only that, somehow she scooped you off your seat and is holding you tightly to her chest. The dam burst and everything flooded out. You bury your head against her shoulder and sob uncontrollably, your fingers clench onto whatever fabric is nearest and you shake violently. Lady Dimitrescu doesn’t move the entire time, she keeps you close and breathes unnecessary breaths in rhythmic time until your breathing matches hers.

“I’m sorry.” You mutter as you pull away from her shoulder to see the tear and snot stain.

The Lady pulls a handkerchief from her bosom to wipe your swollen eyes then holds it against your nose.

“Blow your nose.” She orders.

Your cheeks flush from embarrassment, you feel like a child but do as she ordered and blow your nose into the handkerchief. She takes it away and puts it behind her next to her cigarettes then looks back at you. The look in her eyes you have only seen once before and it was toward her daughters. They are sympathetic, loving, and most importantly, they show a personal level of understanding.

“Never apologize for showing your emotions cel mic. I know you have been avoiding me because you thought I was angry. I admit I was at first, then I realized you had no control over your actions and once you regained control, you did what you always do: protect your family. I told you before, I will never punish loyalty.”

You sniff and nodd, “thank you My Lady.”

She stands to her full height and brushes a caring hand over your head, her fingers tangling through your hair. While she did you wipe the tears from your face and fully control your breathing.

“You told the head maid that I was to be treated as one of you. Does…does that mean you’re okay with me dating your daughters?” You ask hoarsly.

“If I wasn't, I would have killed you already. Do not think that it did not cross my mind though, I was furious to discover that you were in a relationship with not one, but all of my daughters. That was, until I saw how the news of your…departure affected them. I knew then that you meant more to them than what I thought. That being said..”

She bends down in front of you again, this time her eyes are their usual cold, calculating, and predatory manner.

“I do not want to see them heartbroken again.” She threatens.

Even though she is threatening you, it makes you feel a little better inside and somehow lighter. You even chuckle to which she raised an eyebrow.

“Is this your way of giving me your blessing?” You ask with a sheepish grin.

Lady Dimitrescu stands back upright, she looks you up and down and gives you a mischievous grin flashing her teeth as she does.

“I will call Mother Miranda tomorrow to inform her that we will be visiting so you may update her on your recovery.”

With that, she turns away from you and exits the seating area. You remain there until you can no longer hear her footsteps.

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scarydeadlavender · 1 year ago

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꧁༺ 𝓘 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓯𝓲𝔁 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 ༻꧂

command of : @sparklyfarmfreakpaper

Can you write something about Cassandra? How it's Valentine's Day and they both take the opportunity to confess their feelings towards each other, and this surprises everyone due to their very opposite personalities

I wrote it on the plane so it seems bad to me, I'm sorry for the wait, I hope you like it! :D

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Cassandra Vole, yes, you know the girl who looks exactly like Draco Malfoy and seems to have all the boys/girls at her feet?

Yes, that Cassandra!

You probably think that this girl accepts all the gifts, chocolates from her admirers on every Valentine's Day... But on the contrary! She doesn't accept any of them!

She's had enough of finding Chocolate Frogs or various flowers of all colors on her desk. She simply tells these people to keep their ridiculous gifts and that they weren't good enough for her.

Sure, this hurts the people who have saved and bought these gifts for Valentine's Day, but she doesn't care. No one was good enough for her... At least, maybe one person makes her heart beat faster and brings a genuine smile to her lips.

And that person is none other than Tp.

Yes, yes, Tp, the complete opposite of Cassandra - kind, caring, friendly, everything that the blonde girl wasn't towards other students.

Unlike Cassandra, Tp is just a student proudly wearing his house robe's colors, hardly receiving anything, if at all, on Valentine's Day! The last time Tp received anything from anyone dates back to elementary school!

But this year was different... Tp had finally decided to confess his feelings, to confess his feelings to the girl! However, he didn't want her to know it was from him, so he decided to write an anonymous letter on beautiful paper with golden edges.

With his large white quill, he wrote, erased, started over on the letter until he found the right words.

With his trembling hands, he lifted the letter as if it were the most precious object in the world, rereading the words he had written. A shy smile formed on his lips before he placed the letter in a lovely emerald green envelope that matched the color of the girl's dress. He let the warm red wax drip onto the envelope, revealing a seal with flowers drawn on it.

To say Tp was nervous would be an understatement... He was so nervous about placing the letter on Cassandra's desk. What would she think? Would she throw it away? Read it? Accept it?

All these questions swirled in his mind, causing him to lose his balance a bit. But suddenly, he heard Cassandra's footsteps approaching. Without thinking, he placed the letter quickly on her desk and left the classroom in a rush, a light blush on his cheeks.

Cassandra was tired of hiding her feelings for Tp. She had to declare her love to him! But how? She had never given anything to anyone on Valentine's Day. So, she spent several days brainstorming for the perfect idea.

That's when the idea of crafting a crystal rose came to her. Finding the rose was child's play (even though she scrutinized each rose in the store to find THE rose for Tp). Now the hardest part was giving the rose to Tp!

She wrapped it in a pretty blood-red tissue paper, tying it with a golden bow that connected to a small note. She carefully placed the rose in her school bag.

As she entered the classroom, impatient and anxious, she spotted the letter. Her fingers glided over the lovely envelope, rolling her eyes as if expecting another letter from an admirer.

Opening the letter with disdain, she read it without much conviction before tearing it up and throwing it in the trash.

But what she didn't know was that Tp had returned, wanting to see Cassandra's reaction to his letter. Tp watched Cassandra tear up the letter he had spent most of his nights on. A work so precious to him that was reduced to pieces in an instant.

Tp's heart broke, tears welling up in his eyes. Hearing Cassandra gasp in surprise, she turned to see her friend standing by the door, looking at her.

Cassandra: Don't tell me you're crying over a letter; it's not like it was yours!

The blonde crossed her arms over her chest, leaving behind the sound of the Frey twins' chuckles. Tp wiped his tears away quickly, giving a forced smile.

Tp: Y-Yeah, sorry.

Cassandra: Fine.

With a sudden move, Tp rushed out of the room, leaving Cassandra confused and shrugging. She looked for the rose in her bag, delicately holding it between her fingers covered in white gloves. She looked at the tissue paper before smiling slightly.

As for the Frey twins, they were fighting behind her, elbowing each other and whispering, "No, you tell her."

Caught in their argument, Cassandra spun around, her heels clicking on the floor.

Cassandra: Will you two ever stop? You sound like two cats fighting!

She pinched the bridge of her nose before one of the Frey brothers stepped forward, nervously scratching the back of his neck. He spoke in a small voice, preventing Cassandra from hearing it.

Cassandra: What did you say?

Frey: I said, the letter you just tore was from Tp...

Cassandra's eyes widened.

Frey: We saw him leave the letter—

SLAM

Cassandra's trembling hands had let go of the crystal rose onto the hard floor, creating a sharp sound of shattering. Was this merely an unfortunate accident or a metaphor for the heart of Tp that she had just broken? She didn't know, but she quickly picked up the little package that now contained glass shards as sharp as the words she had spoken.

Cassandra: I... I need to go do something. Alone. You have sent With quick steps, she left the classroom, walking through the corridors of Hogwarts that seemed far too crowded for her liking. The Frey twins watched her go before whispering something to each other...

Tp had sought refuge in the library, a place he loved to escape to due to its silent and calm atmosphere. He had withdrawn from the world, emitting occasional sobs due to his tears. He murmured to himself that it was foolish of him to think that Cassandra Vole could love him back. You have sent Oh, what a surprise it was when he heard her distinctive throat clearing.

Tp: Go away, I don't want to see anyone right now...

Then he felt her sit next to him, dusting off her skirt. She didn't know why, but the words were stuck in her throat... Where had her confidence gone? She passed her hand through her blonde hair to clear her thoughts.

Cassandra: I... I'm sorry for earlier...

Tp raised his gaze slightly.

Cassandra: To be honest... I thought it was from someone else...

Tp's heart stopped for a moment, sending shivers down his spine - a mixture of excitement and anxiety at Cassandra's response. Did she already like someone?

Tp: U-uh, and who's the lucky one? You have sent Seeing Cassandra's cheeks turn as red as the crystal rose, he clenched her dress folds as if hesitating to let out the simple words that were burning her lips.

Seeing Tp's reaction, the blonde smiled sadly before shrugging her shoulders.

Tp: It's... I-it's fine, you don't have to- Cassandra: Just take it!!

He didn't even have time to finish his sentence before the girl thrust the small gift toward him. With closed eyes and embarrassment, she quickly spoke.

Cassandra: Here! For you!

Tp looked stunned, watching Cassandra in shock. She seemed to panic and let out a quick comment. Oh, the tsundere mode he found adorable.

Cassandra: Come on, take it, you idiot! I don't have all day for you! You have sent Tp chuckled, taking the small package delicately and his fingers brushed against hers. He slowly unwrapped the paper, revealing a rose broken into three pieces. It shone brightly, as brilliant as his feelings.

Cassandra's eyes widened at the sight and she wanted to take the gift back, ashamed to see it broken.

Cassandra: Give it back! Tp: N-no! Giving is giving, taking back is stealing!

The attempt at humor didn't sit well with Cassandra, who looked away, embarrassed. Tp lowered his head, smiling like a child.

Tp: Cassandra, it's beautiful! Thank you so much... Now I'm embarrassed about my letter... Cassandra: No. Tp: No? Cassandra: No, your letter touched me...

The golden-haired girl gripped her dress a bit tighter, blushing even more.

Cassandra: You're the only person who... who truly appreciates me... and who manages to like me...

She lowered her gaze. You have sent Cassandra: Tp! I love you!!

Closing her eyes, she feared her friend's reaction. Would he reject her? Hate her? When she heard his laughter, a shiver of embarrassment and fear ran down her spine. Was he mocking her? Did she ruin everything? So she wiped away a small tear quickly.

Tp: Oh, Cassandra... You have no idea how long I've wished for this moment to come!

The blonde lifted her head, shocked by his revelation. Tp nervously rubbed his head.

Tp: I love you too, Cassandra Vole. Your beauty, your personality... Well, you! Cassandra:.... You have sent Cassandra couldn't help but playfully hit him, a bit angry that he had teased her. But now, she was so happy! Tp gently took Cassandra's hand.

Tp: Well, I think both of us had broken but now fixed gifts... thanks to our love!

Cassandra chuckled.

Cassandra: You're kind of denying what you just said... But I like it! . . . You have sent The day after Valentine's Day, all the students of Hogwarts were wondering who received something for Valentine's Day, who didn't, or worse, who got rejected!

But what didn't go unnoticed were Tp and Cassandra Vole, the Slytherin girl who had refused any companion until that day. The cold-hearted girl was holding hands with the one who had won her heart, the complete opposite of herself!

The Frey twins were whispering among themselves, saying they knew all along they would end up together (and in passing a bit sad as they have to give up trying to woo the girl) You sent: Robbin sulked a little in her corner upon hearing this revelation; she was jealous that Tp had managed to convey his feelings to Cassandra, unlike her who had failed to make Kevin understand her love. Ivy, from afar, clapped and hopped in joy at this good news, and as for Lottie, she had already gone to fetch a new canvas to paint the couple! It's true... Those two have found each other well, broken and then connected by their love. That's why they both treasure each other's repaired gifts, where the marks of fracture are still visible...

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Number of word : 1930

I hope you like it, I apologize again for the wait

#harry potter magic awakened #hpma x reader #harry potter #hpma mc #hpma #fanfiction #cassandra vole #cassandra vole x reader #cassandra x reader #cassandra hpma

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freestyle-crocodile-trashpile · 2 years ago

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Single Dad

Summary:Your a single dad, while also inquistor

Type:Hcs: Cassandra X M!Reader: Varric X M!Reader: Dorian X M!Reader: Cullen X M!Reader

Version:Inquisition

Cullen

He was definitely surprised, but helped in any way he could

Surprisingly, he is quite good with children

Yet he has none himself

He began to love your child like his own, it honestly didn't take long

And your kid began to see him like another father

Dorian

Dorian isn't that fond of children

But he'll tolerate your kid, for you of course

The more he spends time with your kid, the more he enjoys children

Mainly because your kid is starting to see him as a second father, and it's wholesome

He, of course, will never admit it, but he really does enjoy spending time with your kid

Cassandra

She isn't the best with kids, being a warrior and all

Especially when they cry

But she'll do her best, but she is a good cook, so your kid gets alot of good food

She likes to spoil kids

Being around your kid has brought some comfort to her

Varric

He's great with kids

He'll read them story's, come up with the perfect fantasys for your kid

He's perfect at it and perks for him already being a sorta father figure

It's almost like he was a dad, or is one

Maybe to Cole

[A/n:After reading a single dad story of the inquistor, I had to write this, I love the idea 💡. I hope you enjoyed]

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nyctophiliq · 2 years ago

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Helloo may i request cassandra kiramman trying to win back reader after a huge arguement that deeply hurt reader? I'm so inlove with your works!

✮ — WINNING A HEART ; cassandra kiramman

CONTENT WARNING . . . gn reader, sfw ! — lowercase writing intended, arguments, reader is very confused about their feelings, cassandra just wanting to fix everything, nothing too detailed about the argument, it’s all happy ending

wc ; 1,05 k

MOSS' NOTES . . . and moss is in love with you anonie !!! moss haven’t written for their favorite milf in a hot sec cry, so hope you like this

you sat at the tiny coffee table in your living room, eyes wandering off into the distance of the room as you held a steaming mug in your hands. it was late into the night but you couldn’t sleep, not after your argument with cassandra a few days prior, your speeding thoughts were keeping your mind occupied and off of sleep.

there were a few knocks on the door but you didn’t bother to pay too much attention to it, you figured it was the kid down the hallways playing fools with everyone in the dead of night. but they didn’t stop, not by the least bit, they continued to be louder and much quicker. you stood up after putting down the mug from your hand and headed for the door, looking through the door viewer to see who was so restless to see you.

you scoffed when you saw the counselor, rolling your eyes as you reached for the key that was off to the side, to open the door and send her on her way. “i thought i told you not to come here.” the door wasn’t even open fully yet, but you just couldn’t keep it in yourself. anger boiled deep inside you as you watched her, looking at you with the eyes of a fawn that was about to tear up and let pitiful tears fall. “hear me out, please.”

“i don’t want to ask you twice.” you crossed your arms, swallowing thickly as you tried to keep your emotions at bay. you wanted to scream at her, punch that beautiful face of hers even but you were already on thin ice with the landlord so you couldn’t be objected to another complaint from your elderly neighbors.

“i don’t want to lose you, darling.” you rolled your eyes, of course, this was gonna be the first few words she wanted to say. you couldn’t believe her, you couldn’t believe that she had the guts to come here in the middle of the night and beg for forgiveness. it was all too surreal, all too sudden, unexpected and your heart was reacting to her kind words in a way your mind wasn’t ready for yet.

“cassandra you said things… hurtful things and i just-” you couldn’t finish, not like you had the words to address how she really made you feel. a part of you was glad that she cut you off in the middle of your sentence, ridding you of the need of making any coherent thought and sparing you from the need to repeat what she said. “it doesn’t have to be today or tomorrow, i know it takes time but i also know that i can’t handle the thought of you being off with anyone else.”

she stopped, looking down at the box in her hand, taking a few deep breaths and sniffing one or two times before looking up at you once again. her eyes were shining a little more now, maybe the whites of them were a tad bit redder like she was holding back tears. “and i know that i am so busy all the time and i am not so open about my feelings, quite frankly caitlyn always points that out to me, but i will change, i can, for you and for us.”

“i don’t know what to say, you are catching me off guard here. i’m not sure…” you trail off, not ready to say that things between the two of you were just about to be over. you were hardly over her and clearly, cassandra arguing with you was brought on by something that deeply upset her. but still, that didn’t excuse her behavior toward you, and frankly, your head was just about to be beaten by your heart.

“i know and i won’t be robbing more of your time, but please accept this, i know they are your favorites.” the box she previously checked upon now was in front of you, her hand holding it out for you to take. you were hesitant at first, your mind is a mess as her kindness started to outshine the ill words she addressed you with.

“no please, come inside, i have some tea on if you’d like some.” this was just one step, you couldn’t keep being angry at her, not when she looked at you like that. your heart was too tight in your chest when you had to think about her back in her husband’s arms or any other man for that matter. you have grown to be possessive of her and she had adapted the same traits toward you, making it so easy for your relationship to slip on just one argument. both of you were adults, if you were younger then she was older and both of you could have just understood that if you sat down and talked about it, non of you would have had to sit through this heart-aching time.

“only if i’m not a bother.” she said after you took the box, her hand already reaching for the scarf around her neck. you shook your head, opening the door wider so she could step inside next to you and you couldn’t help the small smile that curved your lips upwards.

“i wasn’t sleeping anyway.”

the following weeks were quiet, you didn’t see cassandra as much as you would have liked but she sent you a sea of gifts. it was a few things, it always changed from flowers to jewelry, chocolate, or sweets from that expensive bakery she takes you out most of the times. sometimes it was money in a neat letter, a few words of appreciation, and the stack of bills folded in it for your rent or whatever you wanted to spend it to. when she did come around to check in with you she tried to bribe you away to concerts or theater, let her take you out for dinner so maybe after that the two of you could spend the night together.

you told her that everything ill happens according to you, it’s the least she could do after she insulted you like that. but it was all a play after a while and even with that the gifts never stopped, they just became more personal.

#📼 › moss tapes #arcane x reader #arcane cassandra x reader #cassandra kiramman x reader #cassandra x reader #arcane cassandra kiramman x reader

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