#apparently the entire camp Knew

[onaswife]

New Beginnings

Couple: Alpha! Katie McCabe x Alpha! Caitlin Foord x Omega! reader

Au! Omegaverse, Alpha x Omega

Word count: 3.8k

Warning: SMUT, +18, TRIO.

It was your last year of contract with the London Blues, and it was already a given that you wouldn't sign with them again. These five years with the team had been anything but pleasant, especially the last two.

When you first arrived at Chelsea, it felt like a dream come true. Fresh from France, returning to the country where you had debuted and been born felt like a breath of fresh air. Now, after a few years, you couldn't feel the same way. The locker room atmosphere had become toxic; you couldn't spend a day there without feeling ill. Apparently, everyone had agreed to sideline you and ignore you, making you feel bad, lowering your performance on the pitch, and causing your manager to leave you on the bench.

Emma Hayes understood at first; she knew you'd be a little down, but after a month, she no longer considered you for training, much less for substitutions. You no longer felt comfortable on the same team that had promised you everything a few years earlier and delivered nothing.

It wasn't until you made the decision to leave London's representative team that you changed your mind at the international camp, talking to Leah and Lotte. They were the two of them who made you change your mind. It was simple words and actions that made you realize things were very different there. There was never a bad attitude between them; they seemed to fit in so well that it made you wonder what it would be like if you went with them.

The decision was made when, on the last day of camp, you participated in a video call with Leah's teammates, and you felt the right decision was to accept the Arsenal contract. They all seemed kind, caring about Leah and Lotte, who had been injured in their last game. You quickly became attached to two of the team's alphas, the Australian and the Irish, specifically, Katie McCabe and Caitlin Ford.

You'd had your share of on-field clashes with Katie before. Both were known for their temperaments. There was even a match where the two of you were on the verge of colliding. If it weren't for Millie and Leah's interruption, which separated you, both would have ended with a suspension and a red card.

Now, however, they seemed so kind and caring toward you that you inevitably began to think of them as something more. You'd always had a small crush on Foord, ever since the first time you played each other and Caitlin had worried about you after you'd been fouled. She couldn't leave your side of the field the entire time the doctors were examining you, only to be able to stop apologizing to you, seeming genuinely sorry for her work.

The day you had the meeting with your agent and the club staff to discuss what would happen with your contract was the day everything blew up.

The day started at 8:00 a.m. You got up and went through your morning routine calmly and slowly, as if you secretly wanted to delay the meeting as long as possible. Around 9:30 a.m., your manager called you. You'd been waiting for him for 30 minutes. He informed you that he'd been in a minor car accident. Apparently, some idiot had hit him from the side, so he was filing for it with the police.

You arrived at the meeting at 10:00 a.m., even though it was scheduled to start at 9:20 a.m. Around 10:15 a.m., your manager arrived, ready to see if Chelsea would offer anything or just let you go. As soon as he started speaking, the complaints started pouring in, but not about his lateness, they were complaints about you, about your behavior lately with your teammates, and how you were the one who made the atmosphere in the locker room so toxic and bad. Sonia was the only one who left good comments and, apparently, the only one who wanted you to continue defending the shield.

Around 11:30, you left the meeting room, feeling a lump in your throat, your hands shaking, and it was getting harder and harder to breathe. You walked slowly toward the cafeteria to buy a bottle of water. As you walked, you heard someone talking. You were going to ignore it, until you heard your name mentioned in a condescending tone. "I don't understand why she keeps crying here. No one needs or wants her here. She just came to ruin everything." His words hurt you; they were comments you'd started hearing repeatedly over the past two years.

You continued walking, a little faster now, without stopping and looking at the ground, until you felt like you were girls with someone. "Hey kiddo, what's wrong? Is everything okay?" You heard Millie's worried voice, when you looked up you met her worried gaze and when you least expected it, you were dragged into a hug, where without being able to stop yourself you started to cry in her arms. Millie had been the most Close to a sister and best friend at that club, you felt bad leaving her behind.

Millie walked you to the cafeteria where you were able to calmly tell her everything. That was the moment she found out everything that had happened, feeling a discomfort settle in her chest. Millie had known Y/N for over seven years; she was Lucy's adoptive sister, so she had practically watched her grow up. All the more reason to feel that discomfort in her chest. She was already planning to call the oldest Bronze to see what solution she could come up with.

At 1:00 PM, you were back in what would be your old apartment, as you began to pack a small bag to go talk to those who wanted to be your new club. As you walked to the door of your apartment, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You slowly took it out of your pocket, looking at the recent notifications: 5 messages from your sister, 7 messages from Leah, 2 messages from Sonia and Millie, 8 calls from Lucy, and a notification from your manager, who informed you that she was already at your next club's camp. You decided to ignore all the messages, only responding to your manager's, with a simple OK to confirm that you were going.

At 4 p.m., you were already entering Arsenal's field, where you were greeted by Reneé, the team's first female coach, recently appointed after the former manager's (involuntary) resignation.

Around 6 p.m., you were already getting to know the training center and the few teammates who were in London and hadn't been able to participate in the international break. There, you were able to see not only Leah in person, but also Katie, who was chatting and laughing happily with Leah and Beth. You decided to take a walk around the gym, looking at all the machines and the space available.

“Junior? What are you doing here? Have you decided to come to London’s bright side?” Before you could even respond, Beth had hugged you too tightly. Unable to stop yourself, you let out a laugh, returning the hug. “No, Viv asked me to please make sure you didn’t do anything stupid.”

Leah laughed out loud when she heard your response, while Katie stood behind her, simply observing the interaction between the English girls.

After the blondes gave you a small welcome and promised they would have a big welcome back party, they left you in the gym with Katie. Slowly and carefully, you approached the black-haired alpha. “Hi, sorry to bother you, but since we’ll be teammates for two more seasons, I’d like to apologize for what happened a few months ago in the derby… I really didn’t mean to say those things to you. Stress got to me, and I took it out on someone who wasn’t my friend.” "It wasn't my fault," you timidly looked at the floor, but as you turned your gaze to the ground, you saw Katie's hands quickly go to her crotch, hiding the bulge that was becoming more and more noticeable. "Yes... I would also like to apologize for what happened. I shouldn't have acted so rudely with you, you didn't deserve me to say all those hurtful comments."

The conversation ended there, you left when your agent called you, and Katie was left standing there, still hiding her erection.

Six months had passed since you had signed a contract with Arsenal, and your life had taken a 180-degree turn. You couldn't have been happier with this new family, at your new club. Day by day, it seemed like you and your teammates were growing even more attached to you; they always did little things that made you feel loved. Although there were two who made a little more effort to prove your worth. At first, it was innocent comments, letters reminding you of the good things you should highlight in yourself. Then it was small touches, chocolates they brought you with their coffee orders, invitations to take you out to eat at the restaurant you liked that was near the countryside. But after a party, things were no longer innocent. Now, aside from the small touches, there were little touches: on your hips or waist when they passed by you, when they rested their hands on your lower back, or when you felt a little cold and they hugged your shoulders, not wanting to let you go.

Although it was warm, it all started after you confessed at the party, where you were more drunk than sane, that you had feelings for them, but that you were afraid and shy enough to hint at something.

Since that day, which you couldn't remember, they had both made it their mission to let you know that they felt the same, maybe not with words, but certainly with actions.

That day, the big derby was being played, Arsenal vs. Chelsea, and you felt the tension growing between the two teams more than anyone. The game would be away, on blue territory. When they arrived and did the routine inspection of the pitch, you were greeted by your sister and Millie, who hugged you, both quite excited to see you in person again.

While all this was happening, McCabe and Ford watched with small smiles as you were hugged by your older sisters. Leah sidled up to them and stood beside them. "If I didn't know you were practically crawling all over her, I'd say you were in love with Mills and Lucy." Both, now blushing, turned slightly to look at Leah's face. Neither of them said anything for a few minutes. "Is it that obvious?" It sounded almost like a whisper, as they both looked at each other and then back at Leah. She simply nodded, a fond smile spreading across her face. “It’s good to know Y/N is in good hands with you. I think we all agree, and we give you our blessing to care for and love her.” Leah gave Caitlin a gentle squeeze on her shoulder and a small punch on Katie’s forearm, then left, leaving them behind with a feeling of fulfillment in their chests.

The match was, to say the least, the worst they had played so far this season. Leah had a clash with Bjorn that almost ended in a second yellow card; Lucy had an argument with Steph, then with Caitlin, and when she heard a comment linking her sister with McCabe, she also lashed out at her during the match. While all the other Chelsea players had Y/N as their main target, fouling her that the referee decided not to penalize, hitting her, and hurtful words were hurled at her.

It wasn’t until Katie heard Baltimore make a very offensive comment about her omega that Katie jumped on him. She started pushing her and telling her to repeat what she'd said. Baltimore just laughed in her face while he started insulting her, calling her a needy bitch and that's why she was defending Y/N so much. Leah and Millie were the first to arrive and separate them. The problem obviously didn't end there; Katie, Leah, and Millie began to hear the offensive comments about Y/N and began to get angry too, but they had to stay calm.

The referee arrived where they were all gathered and the first thing she did was give McCabe a yellow card, then Baltimore, and warned them that if it happened again, they would both be sent off. Caitlin was always close to Y/N, her hand around her waist, just to feel like she was keeping her safely away from them. When Lucy approached to ask how she was feeling, she pulled Caitlin's hand away from her younger sister, growling in the process. "I don't need you to growl at me, Bronze. Whether you like it or not, I'll still be close to your sister, protecting her from your bitchy teammates," she said in a low, almost growling tone. Y/N felt herself getting wet at that moment, seeing and hearing Caitlin behaving like a protective alpha towards her. Lucy watched as she walked away and then turned her attention back to her sister. "Are you okay?" You simply nodded in her direction. Without saying a word, you moved away from her and returned to your position on the field so you could follow the match.

In the middle of a corner kick, you approached Katie, standing in front of her, while she pressed herself against your back. When you felt her get closer to you, you leaned back further, pressing your back to her chest. You smiled slightly when you felt the change in her breathing. After the shot, which unfortunately didn't end in a goal, you approached her. "You looked really sexy arguing a little while ago, alpha." You moved away again to fight for possession of the ball, while Katie stood there, feeling the characteristic heat you made her feel run through her body, ending with the much-felt tug in her lower abdomen, which always ended in an erection.

It ended with a loss against Chelsea, but while everyone was making the typical post-match walk around the pitch, thanking the fans for coming to support them, Katie, Caitlin, and Y/N were already in the locker room. They had both noticed that change in Y/N's scent, which made them panic, causing them to take her to the locker room.

The two alphas were thinking about what to do, while you were beginning to feel the typical heat of your heat. They thought about going to call an omega to help them, maybe Steph or Emily, but the more they thought about leaving you alone, the less they wanted to go look for help, they were in a dilemma.

Caitlin was the one who decided to stay and help you with the little problem brewing between your legs. She gathered you in her arms, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, and headed to the showers, caressing your waist along the way.

Meanwhile, Katie had gone out to find Leah and Kim to inform them that they needed to grab their things and leave the showers quickly.

“Is everything okay, Katie? Why do we have to leave? Is Y/N okay?” Katie hesitated to answer, but if she didn't say why they had to leave, the girls might not. “Y/N's going into heat. Caitlin and I are going to take care of her needs…”

Leah and Kim exchanged a glance, wordlessly. “Are you saying we have to leave because Y/N's going into heat and you're going to fuck her in the locker room?” A big smile graced her face. “Yeah, you couldn't have put it any better.”

Leah finally promised to warn the others about the situation so they wouldn't find themselves in any situation they didn't want.

Katie quickly went back inside, now walking directly to the showers. She walked past the showers until she reached the last one, where she found a pleasant view. Y/N was on her back, wet from the shower water, while Caitlin had her by the waist, her cock buried in her pussy. All the Omega could do was moan the name of the Alpha who was fucking her.

Caitlin was the first to notice her girlfriend's presence in the bathroom. She looked at her over her shoulder with a small, wolfish smile, her pupils dilated with the lust of the moment. She had the Omega she had been fantasizing about for months, now fulfilling her fantasies. Katie slowly undressed and then positioned herself behind Caitlin, rubbing her ass with her cock, ready to take the Omega along with her.

The Australian stopped her movements and moved the Omega away from where she was leaning, giving the order to the Irish girl to take position in front of Y/N so she could continue helping her.

McCabe quickly took position in front of the Omega, to grab her by the thighs, causing her to naturally wrap her legs around her waist, giving her better access to sink into her pussy. When Caitlin saw that Y/N was comfortable, she brought her hands to Katie's cock to first masturbate it, preparing it and then guiding it to the girl's pussy.

After that, a moaning party began to be heard, Caitlin and Katie being gentle with the Omega, who felt on cloud nine with all the pleasure she was feeling.

After the initial orgasm, Y/N felt more like herself, so she was already starting to feel embarrassed about what had happened, although something inside her felt right; her omega had already accepted the two Alphas as yours alphas. Katie was helping you dry off. In the locker room, she had you sitting on Caitlin, who was kissing your mating gland and releasing her own pheromones to help you calm down.

You felt on a cloud of love feeling the care of the two older women. You looked down at your abdomen where Cait's hands rested and left small caresses, then you looked up, where in front of you was Katie carefully drying your hair and then wrapping the towel around your shoulders to keep your body dry.

“I want to be marked,” your voice sounded almost like a whisper, but in that room where the only noise was their breathing, both alphas heard the Omega’s words, then looked into each other’s eyes. It was something they had both been dreaming about, but they didn’t want it to be something you weren’t going to be completely unaware of.

“Please… I belong to you now,” you looked over your shoulder as you brought your hand to Cait’s cheek, gently pulling her into a kiss while your free hand rested on Katie’s abdomen, groping for her cock. As soon as you found it, you began to slowly move your hand all over her cock, between your legs you began to feel Cait’s erection. You broke away from the kiss to settle yourself properly on Cait’s legs so you could be close to Katie’s cock.

You leaned closer to Katie's cock, looking up at her face but she was no longer holding eye contact, her face now pointed at the ceiling while her eyes were closed in pleasure. You turned your gaze to the cock in front of you and rested it on her abdomen, while you ran your tongue along its entire length and then stopped to give attention to its glans, leaving small kisses and then putting it in your mouth to suck it, while your hand took care of continuing to masturbate her, you felt Caitlin's hand sneak down to your wet pussy to begin moving her fingers against your clit and your entrance, feeling how slippery and wet you were, inviting her to sink inside you again. Caitlin took advantage and lifted you a few inches from her lap so she could insert her cock into your pussy and thus be able to fuck you again.

Meanwhile, you had to move away from the cock you had in your hand to moan, then you brought your mouth back closer and sucked it again and moved your hand. You couldn't last much longer in that position, feeling how Cait's entire cock was beginning to fail you hard and how Katie's cock was hitting your throat was taking you to the limit, adding to that Caitlin's fingers continued to make circles on your clit.

The blowjob you were giving Katie was taking her to the limit, you knew it as soon as her hands went to your hair and sometimes she pushed a little deeper into your throat, then whispered small apologies and continued moaning and groaning your name. After a few minutes, she gave you the warning of her imminent orgasm, so you took it out of your mouth and continued caressing it with your hand, waiting, to then make her semen fall directly onto your breasts. You kept moving your hand to help her through the orgasm, but little by little you slowed down until you stopped completely, now feeling your own orgasm beginning to approach.

Caitlin brought her free hand to the center of your abdomen, pulling you back into the position you were in at the beginning. She could let her lips wander over your neck, searching for your mating gland again so she could prepare it. Katie sat on your left side, watching Cait kiss and bite your neck. She moved her hand between your thighs to help you reach your climax. You felt closer and closer to the edge, so close to reaching it, your skin feeling so much more sensitive, all sounds suddenly becoming overwhelming, and your senses heightened to 100%.

As soon as you began to experience the symptoms of your orgasm, both Alphas sank their teeth into your gland, one after the other, while you whimpered in Cait's lap, still rocking your hips back and forth to bring yourself through your orgasm.

“Y/N, you feel so good.”

“Mmhm, that's our good girl.”

“How do you feel?”

“Our omega.”

As soon as the pleasure passed and both alphas stopped licking each other to heal their marks a little, you felt that connection with them.

And it was at that moment that something new was marked. A new beginning for your life.

Hello! I'm back, bringing you what I've been writing lately. I hope you like it. (Not reviewed yet!) This was written with the help of @footy-lover264 (ex /rosewomensfootball-deactivated2)

Bon día, bona tarda, bona nit.

-onaswife

[leth-writes]

cocoa

Summary: You've been dating Tim for a while, and it's time to meet his family.

Yandere Tim x reader and yandere platonic batfam x reader

Warnings: While my blog is 18+, this piece doesn't contain any explicit material. Normal yandere warnings apply.

It all started when you met Tim Drake for the first time. You were a lowly worker at the Wayne’s company, just a simple personal assistant, but for the first time ever you’d been asked to go directly to the highest floor and deliver some paperwork to Tim directly. He looked different in real life, paler and sicker looking than you’d expected, with bright luminous eyes that seemed to never blink, staring directly into your soul like he knew every secret. He seemed only half-conscious, nodding off where he sat behind his massive desk, though he seemed to snap to attention when you brushed your fingers along his accidentally when handing over the folder. He seemed to focus entirely on your hands, completely zoning in on them, as you stood there awkwardly. Finally, you cleared your throat and turned to leave. He didn’t try to stop you, though he did seem upset judging by the glimpse you caught of him through the glass of the door.

From that moment on, it seemed your entire job was to give Tim paperwork, to the point that all other duties completely dried up. Whenever you weren’t able to give him anything, he started requesting you stay in the room, just in case. So, you started spending hours on end just reading in his office. The two of you gradually grew closer, and you discovered he had a dry sort of sarcastic wit that you hadn’t ever heard about. You began to discover the man behind the intimidating silhouette painted by the media, learning he was kinda dorky and enjoyed photographing nightlife. He even showed you some of his photos, which were of course stunning; he seemed to see Gotham in a way you never had, pulling out its gloomy beauty where most would only see the smog and the crime. Tim seemed to appreciate your almost naive perspective, enjoying the kindhearted way you reminded him of the good in humanity. When he got too cynical, you were able to convince him to give others the benefit of the doubt. It was almost cute, he thought, the way you never seemed to truly understand the kinds of personalities making up most of Gotham’s business scene.

You even served as his very own assistant when he broke a leg in a hiking incident, which apparently happened during a family camping trip. You hadn’t even known he could hike, though you assumed he wasn’t very good. Still, he spent ages just showing you pictures of the wildlife he’d seen, knowing you loved his photos. The tedious task of painstakingly searching his photo archives for pictures of cute animals was worth it, just to see your smile.

Still, you could tell Tim tended to make others uncomfortable. You could understand, he did have a way of staring right into you, but it seeemd to just be something he did. You weren’t aware, of course, of the fact that Tim only ever turned that soft gaze toward you, preferring to glare at anyone that so much as approached the two of you. Your naive disposition did have its uses, after all, as it prevented you from getting suspicious… There was a reason why no one would approach you at work, and why all of your bosses seemed nervous around you, and why you got sudden pay increases. You just thought you were a good worker, completely oblivious to everything else going on.

If Tim thought threatening off any love interests was easy, bugging your apartment was even easier. He was able to simply slip in through an unlocked window as Red Robin and place cameras all over, giving him 24-7 footage of your living room and kitchen. he avoided both the bathroom and bedroom; he didn’t want to be too creepy, after all, even if Jason did seem to want the bedroom to be bugged, in case someone else was able to slip in. You weren’t the best at securing your apartment, and he worried about your safety, okay? As a result of his anxiety, Jason began patrolling more and more around your house, not that you’d ever notice; they’d have to teach you to start looking up at the rooftops more, after they fully brought you into the family, of course.

Using the information he gained from the cameras, Tim was only able to get even closer to you. He was able to research your interests, your opinions, your hobbies… He was able to learn anything he couldn’t get from hacking your laptop and phone. It was different, hearing your little rants at the tv screen as you watched your favorite show; reading your search history just didn’t give him enough information.

Finally, with the help of Cass of course, he was able to ask you out, after ironing out the perfect plan. He took you out to the movies and then dinner, finally ending up at your apartment, watching your favorite movie while cuddling on your couch. It was there you first kissed.

Dating your boss was definitely an adjustment, but honestly the two of you were so close it didn’t seem to change anything. The best part for Tim was finally being able to touch you, to hold your hand, to gently cup your cheek and plant a kiss on your lips… To be able to hold you in the way he’d always dreamed.

Yet, he found himself inundated with requests at the mansion and through the groupchat, as every family member clamoured to get to spend time with you. He started spotting Dick and Jason and even Cass in shoddy disguises while on dates, and he knew it was time to introduce you to them. So, he invited you for dinner.

When you first walked in, you were greeted with Alfred, the stoic butler Tim had always described. He seemed nicer in person, none of the dry wit you’d ben prepared to face, and he took your coat gently and with grace.

Next, you were introduced to Tim’s quiet sister Cass, who wrapped you in a big hug and patted you on the back. She was nice, if hard to read, and seemed to love touching you; she kept gently patting your back, even throughout the night, as if she couldn’t bare to go another moment without keeping close to you.

Then you met Jason, who was busy cooking in the kitchen, Dick sitting on the counter and sneaking carrots when Jason’s back was turned. The two were incredibly kind, though intimidating, as you knew their opinions mattered a lot to Tim. Dick picked you up in a big sweeping hug, seemingly even more touchy than his sister.

Jason was quiet, weirdly so according to Tim, and spent a lot of the night just… staring at you. Maybe he felt uncomfortable being around you? You could imagine having a sibling introduce their partner would be awkward, and you knew the Waynes had had their fair share of terrible romances. later on, when you voiced your worries to Tim, he waved them away; Jason was just trying not to freak you out, he insisted, sure that his older brother would never be able to hate you.

The final brother you met was Damian, who was curled up on the couch with a cat in his lap and two dogs at his feet. He was a quiet child, a seemingly permanent glare on his face only softening slightly when it landed on you. The only way you knew he didn’t hate you was the fact that he let you pet his cat, who was apparently named after the butler.

You only met Tim’s elusive father at dinner. He was kind, if a little ditzy, and quite welcoming. All in all, the family was polite, and you felt truly welcomed for the first time in your life. It was like you’d known them for years, you seemed to just… click!

Of course, looking back, you could see how they knew you so well.

It had happened out of the blue. You’d been drinking some hot chocolate after winding down with the family, watching a cute cartoon on their large tv, and the next thing you knew was that you were waking up in a dark room. Tim was sitting next to you in the bed, laptop illuminating his pale face, highlighting the dark eyebags.

“Oh good, you’re up!” he said, setting his laptop aside and turning the bedside lamp on. You sat up, confused, rubbing at your throbbing head. You felt like you hadn’t drank water in three days. When you asked what had happened, he only smiled.

“It’s alright, don’t worry, we can talk about that later.”

Now feeling slightly uncomfortable, you stood up. Tim shifted slightly, following you and placing himself between you and the door. “Hey, let’s just sit back down, okay? I don’t want you to be too stressed, the dose was a little higher than I expected…”

Dose? When you questioned him, he laughed sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his head. His eyes blinked back at you, seemingly innocent despite your terror.

“Well, we needed time to get you all set up, and we couldn’t have you fighting when we sent in your resignation…” He said, smiling gently.

Shit. Shit! He’d fucking kidnapped you!

You went to dodge around him, but he moved faster than you were able to even anticipate, grabbing you around the waist and hoisting you into the air.

He plopped you back onto the bed, quickly pinning you down. “Hey, calm down!” He said, voice even, as though he wasn’t currently fighting to keep your hands from smacking at his face.

“I promise it’s okay, we won’t hurt you!”

Then, the door slammed open, and in walked Jason. His combat boots thunked against the shiny wooden floor, and he seemed nonplussed. “why aren’t you stopping them?” He questioned, leaning against the wall next to the bed. He pulled out his phone and quickly sent a text, fingers flying across the keys. He ignored your calls for help.

“I’m trying!” Tim huffed, finally able to get your hands under control, quickly tying them with thick, velvety rope.

“Do you need help getting them downstairs?” Jason sighed, tucking the phone away.

“Nah, I got it,” Tim said, standing up and heaving you up and over his shoulder. With that, Tim and Jason made their way downstairs, you tossed over Tim’s shoulder and struggling all the way. It fewlt particularly humiliating, the way that your struggles weren’t even acknowledged, much less viewed as a threat.

Finally, you were brought into the living room and plopped down, Tim and Jason quickly sitting down on either side of you. Jason quickly picked up your legs and slung them across his lap, keeping you from wiggling away.

Bruce sat down on the other side of the room, sinking into the green armchair. The other siblings scattered across the room, all staring at you with a similar gleam in their eyes.

“So, let’s go over some ground rules.” Bruce said, beginning the next phase of your life.

[birdiewriteslit]

omg omg i would LOVVVEEE if like [reader] and luke were dating behind percy’s back cuz of how sassy he would be n stuff but after like a date or kiss from luke the reader would gush about it to either annabeth, grover, or clarisse and one of them tells percy by accident during a convo and then percy like goes up to reader and confronts the reader about it and like scolds the reader and give them a whole lecture about how luke isn’t the right guy then luke overhears and like joins in <333

i love this idea!!

luke castellan x daughter of poseidon!reader

warnings: persassy (once again), fluff, mention of kissing, ignorance of the plot of the show for the sake of my happiness

nobody: me gaslighting myself into thinking i could fix luke:

You and your boyfriend had an agreement. Your relationship was private. It wasn’t necessarily a secret, but it was private.

This was a conclusion you came to before Percy arrived at camp, before you knew you had a brother. At first, you didn’t care much if he figured it out.

That was until you realized what a sassafras he was.

Percy was always sassing you about chores, about activities, and especially about camp boys.

You thought it was cute in the beginning, your little brother being protective over you, but then it became a real nuisance.

“Y/n, stay away from the Ares boys, I don’t like them.”

“Y/n, don’t date an Apollo guy, he’d write you some crappy poetry.”

“Y/n, for the love of gods, stay away from the Dionysus twins, I never want to have Mr. D as a relative.”

These were the types of things you would hear throughout the day as Percy got to know the other campers better.

You thought it better if you kept a low profile when you were around Luke, at least until Percy calmed down a little.

Most of the older campers knew about your relationship, but they were used to it and rarely talked about it.

“Having marriage problems?” Annabeth asked you one day during arts and crafts, where you were both about to give up on your ugly collaborative birdhouse.

“What? I’m not married,” you said, trying to fix a particularly garish looking bird.

She set her paintbrush down, officially proving she was over it. “Obviously. I mean Luke. I noticed you haven’t been around each other as much.”

You could tell she was a little worried. She wouldn’t be asking if she wasn’t. Annabeth had known you and Luke longer than any other campers, and she looked up to both of you. Plus, she always wanted to know about your experience with romance.

“It’s not what you think, Annabeth. We’re really fine,” you said. “In fact, just last night, he took me out on the dock.”

Your nightly meetups with Luke had always been a thing, but had become more frequent as of late.

“And?” Annabeth prompted.

“And, we hung out.” You were now furiously painting over the entire bird you failed to fix.

“You mean you made out,” she said, giving you a knowing look.

“Well, yeah, but I didn’t think you were interested in that part,” you said. “Now pick up that paintbrush, missy. I’m not doing this whole thing myself.”

Annabeth reluctantly dipped the brush in some blue paint, looking like she wanted more details about your date.

Private means private, you thought dismissively.

At campfire, you discovered that private didn’t mean private. You were sitting alone when Percy plopped down next to you. You frowned because you were saving that spot for Luke.

“Annabeth has just told me something very interesting,” he said, glaring at the spot where Luke stood, talking to one of his brothers.

“What would that be, Perce?” you said absentmindedly.

“Apparently Luke was macking on you last night.” He made a sound to imitate vomiting.

You grimaced. “Please never say that word again.”

“So? Is it true or not true?”

You sighed. No point in denying it now. “It’s true.”

Percy somehow managed to look even more disgusted. “Ew, why him?”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, gee, I don’t know, maybe because I’ve known him for years, he’s kind, strong, and handsome. Wouldn’t you think that had something to do with it?”

“Oh, gods, forget I even asked,” Percy said, retching. “I just think you could do better. Look at all of these lovely candidates. Apollo guys are poets.”

“I thought that was too cringe for you.”

He ignored you and went on, “A Hephaestus guy could forge you some nice jewelry, and Athena guys are smart. You deserve a smart guy. Not Luke, no, he doesn’t have any good qualities like that.”

You noticed a figure approaching you over Percy’s shoulder, and you tried your best to hide the amused smile threatening to break across your face as Luke came to a stop behind him, waiting for the right moment to interrupt.

“All in all, Y/n, I think Luke’s a pretty bad guy for you. You should really reconsider.”

“Oh, I’m a bad guy, am I?” Luke finally spoke up, smirking as Percy slowly turned around to see him peering down at him.

“Not like a bad guy- just, you know, not right for my sister,” Percy said, his confidence leaving him.

“What makes me not right for her?” Luke asked, clearly loving the reaction he was getting.

“I- uh- you know,” Percy stammered.

“Oh, knock it off, Luke. Leave the poor kid alone,” you said, failing to hide your laughter.

“That sound is music to my ears,” Luke said seriously. Jeez, he was really laying it on thick.

Percy’s face returned to the look of disgust. “I’ll be leaving now,” he excused himself, hurrying off to where Grover and Annabeth were sitting on the other side of the fire. You could still see him glaring at Luke as he sat down next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

You leaned into him, relishing in the combined warmth of the fire and his body heat. “What do you think? Am I getting sassed out tomorrow?” Luke asked, looking down at you.

“No, he looked pretty grossed out. I’m hoping he just avoids the topic altogether,” you said, trailing your fingers over the fabric of his shirt.

“We both know that’s not going to happen,” he concluded, smiling as he pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - Why so much on right now?

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

NOV 2024 Week 4

Ongoing Series - Thai

Your Sky (Sun iQIYI) ep 1 of 12 - Classic old school Thai BL. Of course I love it. Naïve sunshine freshman vs strict older protective boy (who already likes him but refuses to show it). Is he grumpy or just gay and tired of all of these women? We don’t know. We don’t care. We just want to see them fake a relationship. And that’s what we’re getting. I love it. I also love the friendship group, and that the younger brother is in it and he has some of the same magic BL-hottie superpowers as his older brother. It’s great.

Love Sick 2024 (Sun iQIYI) ep 10 of 15 - Phun actually turns into dangerous babygirl when he is flirting, who knew? (Dangerous Babygirl is a new archetype I have just invented by the way. Yes, I am pleased with myself.) Noh, who is a nice boy, doesn’t stand a chance. Neither does Jeed, since this new babygirl superpower gives Phun a damn near perfect “back off bitch” face.

The arm drape public claiming, it gets me every time. Has done since SOTUS. Nong Mick is hero-level in this version, hands-down my favorite character this time around (and a non-entity last time). I love him so much I can’t stand it. I haven’t updated my 1:1 comparison yet this week, didn’t have time to rewatch 2014, but I will later tonight.  I'm chronicling my experience with 2024 as compared to 2014 here. 

Kidnap (Fri Gaga) ep 12 end - What an absolutely excellent final episode. Smiley kisses! 

Conclusion 

A cute if patently absurd little show about a stuntman who is somehow convinced to kidnap a rich kid except they fall in love. It takes itself a little more seriously than it deserves for such a silly plot and some crappy stunts and contradictory content, but it was a pleasantly romantic experience all around, and I enjoyed myself. Extra credit for Q in that perfect blue color throughout. No complaints, a solid BL. 8/10 

The Heart Killers (Weds Gaga) ep 1 of 12 - Jojo directs FirstKhao & JoongDunk in an action romcom about assassin brothers (Khao & Joong) who meet a tattoo artist (First) and a cocky mechanic (Dunk). I'm highly amused that Joong plays the older brother to Khao and that we have a take on the Taming of the ShrewBL. This has all GMMTV's best chemistry in one BL and some fresh concepts that I've only seen tackled in m/m romance novels (check out Amy Lane's Racing for the Sun, thank me later). My only quibble is Jojo, I like his style but his characters can get unreliably messy so…... this gonna be interesting.

Buckle up buttercups I got thoughts:

Frankly, I haven’t decided if this is good or so bad and so camp that it’s good? The latter I suspect. Either way, I’m enjoying it very much, but I had very little doubt that I would. This falls into so many of my wheelhouses. Not just the premise but the casting and the approach and the script. They pretty much knocked it out of the park with the first episode: one night stand + safe sex + linguistic negotiation = I’m in! During the opening sequence I spent the entire time worried about how many fingerprints Bison was leaving everywhere. And then I realized this show is going to require DEMAND we turn our brains entirely off.

We are in KinnPorshce / The Sign territory people. Take emergency precautions! Do not engage brain meats!

Kiss Me Kate only gay and hitmen? Frankly, it sells itself. The music is extremely stupid though. (Brain, stop it!) I gotta say that FirstKhao are good because…… FirstKhao. But JoongDunk are absolutely perfectly cast. Like: couldn’t be a better pair in these roles. Dunk, in particular, is slaying. I did not have Dunk as Petruchio down on my “best casting choice of all time” BL bingo card, but apparently there he is. Awesome. 

Fourever You (Thurs YT) ep 8 of 16 - I’m warming up to the second couple a little bit. I actually don’t mind a bully romance the way some do. But this isn’t quite hitting the notes that I want from one. Still, I found this week more engaging than last week. 

Secret Love (? YT?) 1-12 of 81 eps - They dropped 12 eps at once randomly on YT totaling about 20 min. So of course, I watched it. Because I have no self-control and STEPBROTHERS! Adopted into a rich family, boy falls in love with heir. But when he is made the heir instead, everything goes wrong. Now enemies the two boys reunite and sparks! I hate this format but dammit I love this utter dross. It’s very early Chinese BL feeling but from Thailand. I don’t care. It’s so stupidly great. This is my kind of BL.

Caged Again (Fri Gaga) ep 3 of 10 - There is something sweetly innocent and earnest about this show. It reminds me of Takara and Amagi or even Light On Me but less stiff - this one is quintessentially quirky and casually Thai about it. It’s interesting that this has an 18+ rating, which means it’s either gonna go very violent or sexy or both. Right now I can’t imagine that, it doesn’t suit. But I’m looking forward to seeing where this goes. Junior with his Mean Girl crop top moment is the goddess of the week though. Fierce queen penguin.

Perfect 10 Liners (Sun YT?) ep 4 of 24 - I love the side couple so damn much. How are they so adorable? Still not wild about the mains, and not likely to get there anytime soon. That said, I did like seeing the “sleeping in your boyfriend‘s class while he gives you his jacket” trope drop. We haven’t had that one for a really long time. My Engineer maybe?

Every You Every Me (Mon Gaga) ep 7 of 8 - I did find this installment kind of boring. I just don’t like actors as main characters. Much as I’m enjoying this show and I think the actors are doing a good job, I really do wish it was more like what we had been sold on: Connected reborn characters fated to be together over and over again. Not this weird little mishmash of whatever. I’m now annoyed by a format I was initially charmed by. 

Jack & Joker (Mon IQIYI) ep 10-11 of 12 - still on hold until it ends or I can cope with the pain.  I just can’t go into darkness right now.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Our Youth AKA Miseinen: Mijukuna Oretachi wa Bukiyo ni Shinkochu (Japan Tues Gaga) ep 3 of 11 - SNIFF TEST! But done by Japan so it’s that much better and more kinky. The way H looks at M pretty much defines naked lust. “I got extra beat up so you’d take pity on me and then I admitted it to you” is so damn warped I can’t even with this boy. This feral kid is gonna drive me feral. The power and the control and the execution of this show is just spectacular. I keep thinking about it after its done and telling people IRL about it. (I rarely talk BL IRL.) It’s classy. I do love it when Japan does classy BL for us. 

See Your Love (Taiwan Weds Gaga) ep 6 of 13 - so completely and utterly adorable. The learning sign language thing! I loved it so much.

Love is Like a Poison AKA Doku Koi: Doku mo Sugireba Koi to Naru (Japan Tues Netflix?) 10 of 12 eps - Possibly one of the best confessions of the year I have to say. Also a wonderful character growth arc for our lawyer. Exactly as one might hope. The plot twist was slightly predictable but still adds a delicious note of tension to our final episodes.

Blue Canvas of Youthful Days (China Sun iQIYI) eps 7-8 of 12 - You don’t want me but you won’t let anybody else have me either. The song of the repressed seme. I did like the irrational jealousy moment and a few other bits, of course the crying kiss. You know I love a crying kiss. Even if it’s a somewhat censored one. But this is also leaning a little bit darker than I want at the moment. This being China, I anticipate the darkness and doom getting worse not better.

Teenager Judge (Vietnam Sat YT) ep 9 of ? - The incredible migrating lip injury continues. Could we please get on with the BL aspect of this show? I’m getting frustrated as well as slightly bored at this juncture. Pacing darlings. Pacing.

Love in the Air: Koi no Yokan (Japan Sat Gaga) ep 4 of 10 - Still not sure. I think I like this better than the original, but I’m confused. I did make disgusted scoff noises and say “oh dear” a couple of times. Which makes me sound like a World War II grandpa (only the housemate's cat noticed), but is also classic me when profoundly disappointed by a piece of media. That’s said, the sex scene was pretty good. In the end, I wasn’t as frustrated by this version of these characters, but they didn’t have as many highs or lows as the original. So first half probably works out about the same in my all-purpose rating system. The true proof in the pudding is going to be couple number 2 tho......

It's airing but......

Winter Is Not The Death of Summer (Weds YT) ?? eps - Criminals who meet in prison fall in love. I did find it on YouTube, but I did not find any English subs for it. The first episode seems to be only six minutes long. It is very pulp. But it is intriguing. So I hope it gets some sort of international or something at some point. for now I’ll put it to the wayside.

Bad Guy My Boss (Thai Sun Gaga) 10 eps - I DNF'd at ep 7, I couldn't make it. I am weak. Life is hard enough right now, this show is making it harder. It’s not what I want from my entertainment.

Bad to Bed (Taiwan Sat YT) 10 eps - This is a little too low production value even for me + just very very odd. DNF

In Case You Missed it

Love for Loves Sake got some kind of special on 11/9. Not sure what, why, or where. Only the rumor that it...... is. I'll believe it when I see it...... literally. Let me know if you found it.

The Bangkok Podcast covered Marriage Equality in Thailand: More Complex Than it Seems. They missed some of the point and all of the queer perspective. But it's a local lawyer talking about it and how it was implemented, which is quite interesting.

Dominant Yakuza and Wimpy Corporate Slave AKA Ore-sama Yakuza to Hetare Shachiku: Kuni wo Koeta Jingi Naki Dekiai, Japan YT. A 30 min slice of ridiculousness. This mini walked out the back of one of my 1999 yaoi (you know those little shorts they always had along with the main story?) and randomly got cut together by some helpful malcontent, tumbled into my YT feed like a Taiwanese prat fall, and I couldn't be happier.

This is the Cliff's notes of a story that could have been amazing, but I adored it anyway. Basically what it says on the tin: office cutie from Taiwan working in Japan runs across hot AF mafia hit man beating up lesser thugs. Falls instantly in love, turns out so does the yakuza. They end up together for...... reasons? (one is cute and the other is cool?) That's it. It's dumb and I loved it. 7/10 because it really isn't good, but it lives on in a very warped corner of my shriveled old heart.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Still to come:

11/28 Spare Me Your Mercy (Thai Thurs iQIYI) 8 eps on OneD (no word on inter) - Increased rates of deaths in terminal patients has a police captain investigating the palliative care doctor with whom he's fallen in love. Their relationship deepens but the mystery persists, driven by mistrust. Adapted from the novel "Euthanasia" by Sammon (Triage, Manner of Death) stars some old guard BL actors: Tor Thanapob from Hormones as the doctor and (fuck me YES) Jaylerr from Great Men Academy and goddamn Grean Fictions as the captain!

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

We stan a smitten seme who's too reserved for his own good. Sunshine is gonna have this boy wrapped around his little finger in no time. (Well in 12 eps, but we know what we like!) Your Sky

King behavior.

Dangerous Babygirl behavior.

Both Love Sick 2024.

(last week)

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs

[certifiedposeidonhater]

Friendly reminder that Percy canonically grew up below the poverty line in East Harlem, with an alcoholic step dad and a young mother (logically) working at least 3 different jobs. The average income per year in East Harlem is also only $20,000 (below the poverty line). So, Percy was definitely not exactly well off. The racial demographic of East Harlem is also predominantly Hispanic and Black. Meaning that there’s a small chance Percy is white. Latino Percy supremacy!

He was also canonically labeled a trouble child and a lost cause, so teachers weren’t focused on making sure he did well or learned what he needed to. He probably came out of school having not learned anything because teachers didn’t even attempt to make accommodations for him.

He also most likely had an accent, a thick one based on the fact that he wasn’t surrounded by rich European white people all the time.

That being said, imagine having to go to a camp full of rich kids that you probably don’t look a lot like, don’t sound like, and don’t associate with. And you know that you make way less money than their family does. You know that they probably have family mansions and fancy cars and designer clothes. You knew from experience that they would judge you.

They all stare at you—whether that’s because of your ratty clothes, your scrawny build, with scars and bruises littering your body, or the fact that you apparently killed this super dangerous monster, you’re not sure. But they’re watching you. And instead of introducing themselves or talking to you, they ignore you. They give you dirty looks and you just know they’re talking about you behind your back.

This one older boy, who is totally handsome and cool and respected, is the only person who even deigns to look or talk to you. You’re beyond grateful. You figure this guy probably has money and comes from a wealthy family, and he is probably killing his entire social status by even acknowledging you. But he still smiles at you and takes you in. He’s the only person to ever train you (and that will forever stay the same. You will never get any more training or positive attention. After he leaves, you will be expected to figure it out.)

You get claimed and apparently you’re this dangerous weapon. If the other campers weren’t avoiding you before, they definitely are now. Except for this older guy. He still looks at you like you’re a person. Not a dangerous weapon.

Then, that guy turns out to be evil. He was only around you because he was ordered to. You’re nothing to him, just like you’re nothing to anybody else. You’re a nobody and that is all you will ever be. He didn’t care about you, he didn’t like you, he was just doing what he was told.

You have a new friend but you’re not really sure what to make of her. She seems to like you okay but she still doesn’t hang out with you all that often. She’ll smile and talk to you, but you’re not sure if you’re friends or not. You thought that this older guy was your friend, but then he wasn’t. Why would anybody even want to be your friend? You’re a nobody. So you’re basically convinced that this girl is just being polite. Why would she even like you? You’re a poor scrawny kid. You scold yourself for even entertaining the idea that this popular, smart, beautiful girl would ever want to be friends with you.

This stays basically the same over the next few years, except people may start to give you the occasional smile. But you still only have one, maybe two, friends. You’re still looked at like a dangerous weapon. Nobody outrightly looks at you but you know they’re all watching you. They’re all waiting for you to make a mistake or do something that will finally give them an excuse to kick you out. They’ll point out that you’re different; that you’re less than them.

Then, a girl comes along. She’s a forbidden, big three kid like you are. She probably understands what it feels like to be treated like a mistake. You get kinda happy at the idea of somebody coming along who knows what it feels like to be shunned. But then, everybody worships her. The other campers don’t avoid her like they did you. They all listen to her and want to be her friend. Even the people who you finally started to believe liked you, left you to go hang out with her. So, it must’ve been you. You must be the problem. It’s not your dad or your powers, just you, a poor, stupid, not-white, not even white-sounding kid.

Finally, you make more friends, but they all make jokes about you. They say that you’re annoying and dumb. You know they’re right. That’s all you’ve ever been told your entire life. You’re stupid and dumb and worthless and not deserving of anything. So you don’t really understand that they’re teasing you, but you also don’t think that they’re making fun of you. You just take what they say to be the gospel truth. You don’t realize that you deserve better. You don’t realize that you should talk to them about how those jokes make you feel. All your friends have always made jokes like that. Why would they be any different?

All in all, camp half-blood greatly mistreated Percy. And then he got more friends that STILL mistreat him. He was already bullied at home and growing up, he already had an extremely low self-esteem, he didn’t need to be knocked down a few pegs.

(can yall tell im bored and have nothing to do after the tiktok ban?)

[woso-dreamzzz]

Captain II

Hardersson x Daughter!Reader

Fridolina Rolfö x Hardersson!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: You come home after being announced as captain

In true Magda fashion, everyone in her contact list gets a call. A quick 'did you hear my kid's Sweden Captain?' call where she ends it before the other person can reply.

You get a text and several missed calls that you just ignore until you're free to go to your mothers' house. It was a slip that had you forgetting to tell them that you were Sweden's new captain.

There wasn't much time between your discussion with Emma and walking out to the press conference.

The best you could have given them was a text in warning but, judging by the messages your Morsa sent and all the uncharacteristic emojis she sent with it, you assumed she was happy.

You also assumed that you wouldn't be yelled at for not giving them a heads up.

You pull up at their house and sigh.

Frido's car is also in the driveway and you roll your eyes.

You don't want to think about how many traffic laws she broke to get here before you.

You unlock the front door, unbothered with using the bell, and slip inside.

The low hum of the tv is apparent as you slide off your shoes and hang up your coat. Frido's definitely in the house because you have to put your shoes next to hers and her bag is sitting on the stairs.

You're not entirely sure why she keeps bringing a bag when all her clothes are in the spare room but you don't dwell on it long before making your way into the living room.

Momma is sitting on the sofa, watching the last five minutes of a random show before what she actually wants to watch comes on.

"Your Morsa and moster are in the garden," She tells you," Calling everyone they know to brag."

"Are you angry I didn't tell you? Are they?"

"I'm not angry and those two are much too smug to be angry as well."

You smile and sit next to Pernille, one of her arms being thrown over your shoulder comfortably.

"At least tell me you told Natalia at least. She's not got access to you while on camp like we do."

"I told Talia," You reply.

In fact, Talia was the first and only person you told before the press conference. She'd congratulated you with a laugh before teasing and saying to take it in while you could because she would be gunning for the Spanish captaincy next.

She'd get it eventually, you knew that. It was only a matter of time but, still, you were the only national captain in the relationship at the moment and you just knew she'd have something to say about it when you finally reunited.

"Good girl," Pernille says," I'd hate for her to suddenly appear at the house unexpectedly. You know what your Morsa gets like."

In sync, you both lean forward to peer out of the windows leading to the garden.

Magda's still on the phone, waving her hand around excitedly as her mouth moves quickly before she drops the call only to immediately make a new one.

Frido's also pacing around the garden doing the exact same thing and you can't help but roll your eyes at both of them.

Magda catches your eyes and instantly makes her way back inside.

"Look at you!" She cries, bursting into the room," My little captain! Look at you!"

You're pulled away from Pernille and crushed into a hug as Magda all but sobs into your hair.

"I remember the first time you wore the armband! So small! You couldn't even walk yet! It kept slipping off! Now look at you!"

"Morsa," You groan, trying to escape from her suffocating hug," Let go!"

"My baby!" She's definitely crying now. "Carrying Sweden to greatness!"

(One day, you do lead Sweden to greatness. One day, you make your mark as one of Sweden's captains. One day, you pass off the armband to a young player you saw greatness in like your captain did for you.)

"Come on," You complain," Let go!"

You're released, only to be forced right back into another hug, from your moster Frido now.

Her hugs is just as suffocating as Magda's. She rocks side to side with you as you struggle to get away.

She speaks to Magda over your head. "Do you think I can borrow your old armband? I can't just wear her shirt to matches anymore. Got to complete the look."

"Please don't," You beg but she ignores you.

"Er..." Magda says," I'm not sure actually. I'll have a look-"

"It's on the bedside table," Pernille cuts in," Magda insisted on wearing it last night when we-"

"Gross!" You complain," Please don't talk about your sex life. You know I wear the armband now. Please don't make me think about you guys having sex every time I wear it."

You peak your head over Frido's shoulder to look at your mothers.

Magda shrugs. "A healthy sex life-"

"Stop!" You clamp your hands over your ears. "Stop talking or I'll go straight back to camp. Stop talking!"

Magda waves a hand dismissively. "You'll find out what I mean as soon as you see Natalia again."

[ramblings-of-a-chaotic-neutral]

Alright, time for another Merlin au! This one won the last poll, marked as "an au featuring Arthur being an idiot"!

In this au, set sometime in the three years between season 4 and season 5, Arthur, Merlin, and the knights of the round table get ambushed by a large pack of ferocious wyverns while on a quest. This time, Merlin couldn't be subtle about using his dragonlord commands to pacify them, and that was the only way to ensure that they would all make it out alive. So, Merlin uses dragonlord commands to make the wyverns leave and, in the process, reveals that's he's a dragonlord. However, he at least managed to keep his magic a secret through the ordeal, so he's got that going for him.

Arthur is, of course, rather upset about Merlin keeping this secret from him, and is even more upset when he learned that Balinor was Merlin's father and guilty that he didn't support his friend through mourning his father as Merlin had for him. However, Arthur can also keep things in perspective. After all, dragonlord powers weren't actual sorcery, apparently it was a magic-adjacent gift that Merlin had inherited at the moment of his father's death, whether he wanted to or not. Besides, it wasn't like Merlin chose to have the ability, so Arthur couldn't really hold the ability itself against Merlin.

And anyways, Arthur mused to himself at their camp after Merlin came clean to the knights the night after the the wyvern attack, it wasn't like there were any dragons left. The only thing Merlin could do was command wyverns. While that could perhaps make him a threat if he wasn't the most harmless person Arthur knew, they didn't even encounter wyverns that often.

So, Arthur was willing to just let this be a useful little trick that Merlin could use on the off chance that they ran into wyverns. Still, the image that the whole situation gave Arthur, an image of Merlin being a formidable, powerful dragonlord with devastating dragons under his command, was rather amusing.

So, as Arthur settled in for the night after hearing the last of Merlin's explanation, this wasn't going to be a big deal. Sure, he was still hurt that Merlin kept this a secret from him, but Arthur could understand why. Uther had killed all of the other dragonlords, so it made sense that Merlin felt unsafe with his father still on the throne, and since they didn't run across wyverns often, there was a very real chance that Merlin just forgot about his ability entirely until it was relevant again. That was a very Merlin thing to do.

So, everything was fine. Everyone with them looked comfortable with Merlin, and he knew that they would keep this a secret for Merlin's sake. If word of Merlin's dragonlord abilities got out, Arthur could always publicly grant him a pardon. After all, it wasn't like he had ever hurt anybody with it. The only thing he seemed to do with it was send wyverns away.

Arthur quietly snorted to himself at the thought. Oh no, the terrible powers of Merlin the dragonlord, telling some wyverns to shoo.

Arthur relaxed into his bedroll, listening to the knights settling in to sleep and their fire crackling a few feet away. The quiet noises were peaceful, but were broken a few minutes later by Leons seemingly innocuous question.

"Merlin, if you were already a dragonlord when we rode out to face the great dragon, did you do anything with your powers? I assume you're the reason Arthur made it out alive through the whole ordeal."

Merlin froze where he was sitting, a myriad of emotions passing through his face before his expression settled on a grimace. Arthur sat up, interested in hearing Merlin's answer. What truly happened that night with the dragon? In the comfort of his own mind, Arthur admitted that Merlin's explanation of Arthur slaying it was... unlikely, at best, considering that Arthur was unconscious at the time.

"Well, you'd be correct Leon. It took me a while to figure out how to use dragonlord commands, since I never got any instruction on how I was supposed to command Kil- the great dragon. I'm truly sorry that I wasn't quick enough to save the other knights."

Merlin hung his head low, with what looked like shame. Arthur frowned at his manservant. Surely Merlin couldn't hold himself responsible for their deaths? Every knight had similar guilt, telling themselves at night that they should've been faster, should've been better, should've been more aware, then maybe some of their friends would still be with them.

Every knight learned the same lesson: those thoughts were the path to madness. It was disheartening to see that misplaced guilt on Merlin as well.

Luckily, before Arthur had to try to articulate that, Leon seemed to have similar thoughts, and spoke to Merlin with a soft, reassuring smile.

"Merlin, they volunteered for that mission, and they knew the risks. You are not to blame for the dragon's actions. Now please, tell us, how was the dragon actually defeated?"

Merlin nodded at Leon's words, but the guilt remained on his face.

"I, uh, was able to find my dragonlord voice after Arthur was knocked from his horse. He hadn't managed to hit the dragon, and he was about to kill Arthur, but I couldn't let that happen."

Merlin glanced over at Arthur, who was valiantly trying to ignore the warm fuzzy feelings blooming in his chest at the thought of Merlin slaying a dragon single-handedly just to protect him. He wasn't some maiden in a children's tale!

"But, when I gave the order to the dragon to stop attacking, I- I couldn't-"

Merlin swallowed thickly before continuing.

"I couldn't kill him. He was the last dragon, the last of my kin. So, I ordered him to leave. I banished him from Camelot and forbade him from ever harming another human again."

This time, Arthur froze where he was sitting, and he could see that the knights were in similarly tense states. Poor Leon turned a rather disturbing shade of pale.

Finally, Arthur spoke up with a forced calm tone, the type that was only a thin veneer to panic.

"Merlin, you don't mean to tell me that the dragon is still alive? And it could return to Camelot to finish what it started?"

Merlin looked at Arthur and tried to reassure him, but Arthur could barely comprehend Merlin's words through his rising panic.

"Well, yes, he's still alive, but dragons physically cannot disobey orders given by their dragonlord. He cannot return to Camelot at all, unless I call for him."

Merlin tried to give him a comforting smile, but Arthur wasn't sure he could feel any sort of comfort at the moment. He locked eyes with Leon, who wasn't faring much better with his own panic. Dear gods, that monster was still out there! They had all been living under a false sense of security! And all the while, Merlin was smiling at him like there was nothing wrong at all!

Arthur took a deep breath and tried to think through the haze of his panic. Right, Merlin hadn't killed the dragon. That made sense, since Merlin hated killing anything at all, much less the most dangerous monster on the planet. Right. But, according to Merlin, the dragon physically couldn't enter Camelot or hurt any humans.

Information, what Arthur needed was more information. If he had more information, he could come up with a strategy to keep Camelot safe from the dragon indefinitely. Merin's orders had worked for now, but there was no guarantee that those would work forever.

Forever... wait a minute...

"Merlin," Arthur called out frantically, fueled by an awful thought. "How long does a dragonlord's order bind a dragon?" Please say forever, please say forever...

Merlin's eyebrows shot up, apparently not expecting Arthur to ask such a question.

"Well, any dragonlord's order is fully binding to a dragon up until the original dragonlord rescinds the order or the dragonlord dies, whichever comes first."

Arthur felt panic's icy fingers wrap around his heart. Arthur despised even thinking about any hypothetical death of Merlin's, couldn't fathom an empty life as the king without his friend, but this, this information put a whole new layer of dread onto the though, which Arthur previously thought wasn't even possible. He could see the other knights catching onto his logic as well, while Merlin still sat on his log, looking at all of them confusedly.

If Merlin somehow died, then his banishment on the dragon was lifted. And if that happened, there would be no dragonlord left to stop it from reducing all of Camelot to ash. If Merlin died, then Camelot was doomed.

This new knowledge sat heavy in Arthur's gut, putting him on edge. Balinor had been killed from a bandit's crossbow bolt, something that Merlin faced regularly while following Arthur around. All it would take was one lucky shot on a bandit's part, and all of Camelot would die.

One bandit attack gone wrong, one assassin from Morgana, one accident on the training field, one illness contracted from a patient, and all of Camelot would go up in smoke.

Wait... dragons lived for thousands of years... and Merlin would, if Arthur had his way, live for at least a hundred years, but everyone died eventually. The dragon would surely outlive Merlin, and then the only way that Camelot would still stand was if there was another dragonlord! But Merlin was the only one left, and it was passed down from...

from father to son.

Arthur choked on air as he realized it. Good god, what had his life come to?!

If Camelot was going to survive, Merlin needed to have a son, and have one quickly. For the continued survival of Camelot to be ensured, Merlin needed to find a wife and get laid.

Arthur wanted to start laughing hysterically. The fate of his kingdom rested upon Merlin's ability to sire a child.

Arthur stared at Merlin as the other man tried not to squirm under the shocked gazes of all the knights. Ok, he could do this, his kingdom would be safe from the dragon, he just needed a plan.

First, they needed to get Merlin back to Camelot, where he would be safe and away from murderous bandits. That part was easy enough, they were already heading back to the kingdom anyways. The knights had estimated that it would have taken them another three days to reach Camelot, but with all of the knights sharing Arthur panic around Merlin's safety, for both the sake of their friend himself and the kingdom, they were able to make it back in only two days.

For those two days, Merlin seemed more confused by their frantic and panicked behavior than anything else. His shocked and embarrassed face when Percival had helped him on and off his horse - "so he doesn't fall and get hurt", the gentle giant had rationalized - had been very amusing. All the while, Arthur planned out what they would do when they returned and repeatedly reassured Merlin that no, he wasn't too mad about Merlin letting the dragon live since Merlin could at least keep it away.

Then, they needed to ensure Merlin's protection in Camelot. Granted, there weren't many dangers in Camelot, but the clumsy fool could find danger anywhere. With his luck, Arthur would bet that Merlin would trip over some stairs in the castle and wind up bleeding out! That could be remedied by assigning knights to guard Merlin at all times in Camelot and keeping Merlin physically by his side as much as he could. Merlin raised an eyebrow at his new guards and schedule, which kept him glued to Arthur's hip at all hours of the day, but otherwise said nothing (besides a little mocking about how Arthur couldn't get anything done without him. Arthur tried not to think about how the familiar taunt rang far more true than he had ever realized.).

(Merlin, on his end, took these measures as a sign that he had lost Arthur's trust with the admission of letting the dragon live. What else was he supposed to think about knights following him 24/7 and being kept in Arthur's line of sight more than ever before?! Merlin consoled himself that it was by far more lenience than he had been expecting. Arthur hadn't threatened him, he wasn't being executed or exiled, Arthur was still treating him as a friend, and he had every chance to earn Arthur's trust back again. Really, if his punishment as just having to be with his knight friends at all times, then he could happily live with that.)

Still, Arthur didn't know how to go about the final part of his plan: ensuring that Merlin would have an heir to inherit his dragonlord powers and keep Camelot standing for generations to come. Of all of the trials and quests he'd faced, this one seemed to be the most daunting of all: finding a woman attracted to Merlin.

Arthur eventually settled on a plan. He'd have Gwaine accompany Merlin on long walks around the castle and the lower town, and the knight would report back to Arthur on which ladies had caught Merlin's eye, and which ladies Merlin had caught the eye of. Gwaine had a way to spotting attraction between people, something he frequently used to gather ammunition to tease his fellow knights with. With any luck, there would be some overlap between the two lists, and they could find some nice woman for Merlin to settle down with.

After a few weeks, however, Arthur found himself having to re-evaluate his plan. While Gwaine had reported that there were a good number of young ladies in the lower town that seemed to fancy Merlin, Merlin didn't seem to have eyes for anyone, which made their mission trickier.

Eventually, Arthur resorted to inviting Merlin over for dinner with him and Gwen, hoping to flaunt to Merlin how great the married life was and how Merlin was getting older and was running out of time to settle down and have children. To his disappointment, Merlin didn't seem to get the hint, instead telling both of them how much he appreciated them including him in their time together when they didn't have to. Arthur had to swallow back frustrated screams at his friend's obliviousness.

(Gwen, meanwhile, was perplexed by Arthur's push for Merlin to find a wife. At first glance, she would think that Arthur was worried about Merlin never settling down and starting a family, which was something Gwen sometimes worried about as well.

However, Arthur's push was more vehement than a concerned friend's. There was something there, some underlying passion forcing him to push Merlin towards a wife.

When Gwen finally realized the truth behind Arthur's efforts, it broke her heart. Gwen knew that her husband could be a bit old-fashioned in some ways, and that the prejudices that he must have grown up with as a noble were not easily shaken off, but still, that wasn't an excuse to be homophobic towards Merlin!

Gwen had figured out about her friend's preferences during the Lamia's attack, since Merlin was the only man unaffected. Truthfully though, Gwen had suspected long before that, given how Merlin had looked at both Lancelot and Gwaine. And while it was shocking for Gwen, she would support her friend no matter what!

So, she was very disappointed in Arthur's behavior. Arthur must have somehow learned about Merlin's preference towards men during their last quest, and now he was trying to pressure Merlin into finding a wife! She agreed that Merlin deserved a lovely family, but Arthur should not force him into the nobility's narrow definition of family! If Merlin wanted his lovely family to involve a husband instead of a wife and that's what made him happy, then that is what they all should wholeheartedly accept!

Gwen really needed to give her husband a stern talking-to before he could hurt Merlin with his prejudice!)

(Merlin, meanwhile, is far too sleep-deprived and stressed over keeping Arthur safe and the prophecy to even think about romance or starting a family. His disaster bisexual ass has too much on his plate right now.)

So, Arthur tries everything he could think of to find Merlin a wife. Unfortunately, Arthur is not nearly as good of a wingman to Merlin as Merlin was to him. Arthur had hosted many balls and feasts, making sure to invite attractive ladies around Merlin's age, but Merlin didn't even bat an eye at any of them.

Perhaps the only thing more frustrating than Merlin's lack of attention towards any of the young ladies of the court was the fact that, now that Arthur was looking for signs of anyone's affection towards Merlin, he could see how many members of his own court were smitten with his manservant.

And Arthur was just baffled because how?! How was that possible?! That Merlin, a lanky beanpole of a man with a blinding smile and charming wit and unending loyalty and eyes he could get lost in...

Where was Arthur going with that? Oh right. Merlin, with all of the suaveness of a wet sock, was somehow the object of desire for most of the ladies in waiting. Arthur was entirely baffled by it.

And just when Arthur thought that it couldn't get any worse, it did. It got so much worse when his wife sat him down and started lecturing him for some sort of prejudice that he was showing against Merlin by pushing him towards a wife, because apparently Merlin's eyes didn't stray towards women at all.

Look, Arthur knew that some of his own knights preferred the company of men, and he wouldn't begrudge them something like that. To each their own. But if Camelot was going to still be standing for Arthur's heir, Merlin needed to sire a son of his own.

After Arthur explained to Gwen the situation that they were in with the great dragon still alive and Merlin's life being the only thing holding the beast back from destroying Camelot, Gwen also became grave with the realization that they were stuck without a solution that would keep Camelot safe for the next generations.

Arthur moped around for a few weeks, unable to think of a single solution for the situation he had found himself trapped in. How on earth was he supposed to get Merlin to have a biological son if Merlin doesn't even like women?!

Wait, but Merlin had liked a woman, at one point. Perhaps his preferences had changed, but at one point, he was willing to sacrifice himself, to willingly confess to sorcery in front of Uther Pendragon, in order to keep the woman he loved alive. And Arthur knew that love like that didn't die easily. And Arthur should know, since he loved the same woman in the same way.

From then on, Arthur kept a keen eye on Merlin and his wife. He knew that his wife would never be unfaithful to him with Merlin, and Merlin had been nothing but supportive towards Arthur and Gwen's relationship, even when Arthur himself had given up on it. Still, Arthur knew that if Merlin had eyes for one woman in the world, it would have to be Gwen. He saw the way that Merlin looked at Gwen sometimes. Merlin didn't look at any other woman that way.

Gwen had confessed that she had romantic feelings towards Merlin at one point, and Merlin certainly had some sort of feelings for Gwen that went beyond platonic. Arthur swallowed dryly as he thought about it. Could... could that be the only way?

(Cue slowburn Mergwenthur, with Arthur trying to set up Gwen and Merlin together with a heavy heart, while the other two are kinda oblivious and mistake it as Arthur wanting a threesome, which they would be more than happy to go along with, along with Arthur slowly realizing his own feelings for Merlin.)

(Meanwhile, since Arthur's crap at communicating, Merlin doesn't actually realize that it all started because they thought that they needed Merlin to have a son to keep Camelot safe from the dragon after Merlin was dead. Upon Arthur finally telling him, Merlin then has to awkwardly informs them that he's immortal and doesn't really need to sire an heir.

Arthur, understandably, screams into a pillow at the news that his efforts were pointless, while his lovers laugh gently at him and start kissing him to make up for all the stress he had to go through.)

And that's all for this au! I hoped you liked Arthur's himbo-ness shining through one again!

Thanks for reading through my ramblings! :D

[targaryenluvs]

YOURS TRULY

pairings: dark!luke castellan x fem!reader, dark!percy jackson x fem!reader

summary: with one demi-god on your tail, you try your hardest to make your escape. but with two? they’re both no where near willing to let you go.

warnings: obsession, possession, stalking, implied kidnapping, sexual implications

a/n: look who decided to write again!

Icons not mine, credits to the owner!

it wasn’t hard for him to find you again. a given, he would track you down to the ends of tartarus as long as you wound up where you were meant to be.

by his side.

at first he’d been disappointed in himself when he fell for you. luke thought himself above that, thinking that he’d devoted himself entirely to his cause. but maybe being around so many kids for so many years caused him to soften in places unknown.

because when you’d limped into camp, collapsing in the strawberry fields and sending the the place into a tailspin, he found an eerie sense of peace with you. the words and thoughts in his heads were drowned out the second you looked up at him.

“it’s- it keeps- it’s chasing me.” his hand came down to your stomach, a lash ran across. not too deep, barely half a centimetre perhaps less. luke immediately picked up his sword in defence of you, waiting for the monster to show. meanwhile the other kids were either running for chiron and mr d or gearing up themselves.

there was no way they were missing the chance for kleos.

but the monster was already subdued, as percy walked out dragging a head along with him. “order to go?” you couldn’t help the smile that came across your face at his words. but luke didn’t like it, how the hell had percy beaten him to it?

over the next few months you found yourself in between the two of them, fighting for your attention. even if it was just for a minute. during the capture the flag you found yourself rotating teams every time since apparently the other promised victory every time. but you knew if you only focused on one of them the other would be angry.

everyone else at camp found it hilarious. two of the most well known campers competing for someone who apparently couldn’t care less. you just wanted to be at camp with your friends.

but what you didn’t know was that they were actively working against each other.

“nice sword skills jackson, a scarecrow teach you?” luke laughed as percy sighed, “your insults are weak castellan, so are your own skills.” luke raised his eyebrows, he was one of the best swordsman around in a long time. they both were one of few who saw the real sides to them, the jealousy and the arrogance. all because of you.

it got so intense to the point that you knew you needed to run. they were hurting eachother constantly, all for your approval, and even threatening your own siblings at times. to the point where they slowly began to distance themselves when the two were around. whether they’re excusing themselves for the bathrooms or just blatantly upping and leaving.

“hey y/n, how are you?” your spoon froze mid air as you heard percy’s voice, a quick glance at your siblings and you could see the fear. “guys, you mind giving us a second?” all your sibling at the table were younger than you and more than happy to leave, “i’m doing fine jackson. you?” you couldn’t be any shorter with him yet he always engaged himself in conversations with you. even when you were clearly uninterested.

“i’m doing amazing, now that i’m talking to you.” you flashed him a smile before getting up with your tray, “that’s nice, i’ll see you around.”

percy watched as you walked away, until he heard the voice he dreaded. “left alone are we?” luke joked whilst sitting down in the spot you’d occupied not too long ago. “shut up. she barely talks to you.” luke smiled, “well, when she’s with me we don’t do a lot of talking.” if looks could kill, luke would be a goner. “stop it.”

“bet i could catch her before you.”

“you’re slower than me let’s be realistic jackson.”’

“you wanna bet?”

and that’s exactly how you ended up here, knee-deep in the creek with either boy on each side of you. “will you just leave me alone? what is wrong with you!” luke’s face was cold, his grip on his sword was more than enough to make your heart race. “just come out and let me talk to you.” you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at percy’s words, “why would i? it looks like you wanna kill me!”

“no!” luke’s shouting caused you to stumble back, “i mean— i would never hurt you.” he took a step forwards as you pointed your spear, “stay back!” unfortunately, you’d been so busy fending off luke you’d forgotten about percy to your left. you screamed at the top of your lungs when his arms came around you.

“hey, quit it.” luke whispered as his hand came over your mouth. “i don’t want to hurt you.” you’d be damned if you went quietly, so you shook and writhed. trying your hardest to get away, and luke had a short temper when it came to you. his sword came across your head, knocking you out cold. “what the hell!” percy yelled as you went limp in his arms. “she’ll be fine, now let’s get going.”

as they walked with you, either one couldn’t help but think, when they’d get rid of the other.

[m00nlight-ramblings]

Touch Me

Repulsed by touch due to years of trauma, Astarion now wears gloves in his every day life. But once he starts to adventure with you, he slowly starts to rebuild his trust in others, when one night, he can't bare to not touch you any longer.

Pairings: Astarion x fem reader

Warnings: SMUT, p in v, oral sex (female receiving), rough sex, light discussion of trauma, swearing, fluff. 18+ MINORS DNI

Word Count: 4.5k

Requested: yes

A/N: Okay so I got carried away with this one lol. Happy to be back writing some good ole BG3 smut teehee. Graphic made by me, I don't give permission for my work (graphic or writing) to be shared without my consent.

You hadn’t really noticed Astarion’s gloves before, for the first few days of adventuring. You figured that they were just for defense, to help keep his body safe in combat along the journey. You were also far too busy trying to figure out the whole tadpole-in-your-brain problem, along with the myriad of enemies seemingly popping out of nowhere, to be concerned with your camp companions’ fashion senses.

But one evening, when you were headed to the nearby creek to quickly wash yourself in a moment of calm, you stumbled upon a rock, covered in familiar looking clothing.

Astarion’s clothing.

His gloves laid on top of the bundle of clothes, the brown leather muted in the soft moonlight. You paused for a moment and turned to look out into the deep creek, and not even five feet away, Astarion stood.

You realized he was fully nude so you shrieked and turned around. “Sorry! I didn’t realize you were here!” You apologized profusely. You heard Astarion gasp behind you and the motion of water, feet padding over to the rock. Clothes started to shuffle and you heard Astarion murmur under his breath.

“…completely nude, as if my clothes on the rock weren’t a dead giveaway that I would be naked! Trying to bathe and have peace and quiet for one second this entire journey…”

“Look, I said I was sorry-” Without thinking you turned, but luckily Astarion was fully clothed, except for his gloves. He seemed more concerned with fixing his outfit than what you were saying, so you gently reached out to touch his wrist to get his attention. “I didn’t mean to, and I didn’t see anything, anyway-”

The second your fingers touched Astarion’s wrist, he shouted, ripping his arm back as if you had just shocked him.

“Don’t touch me!” He bellowed, his voice dark. It scared you for a moment and you stood absolutely still, silence hanging between you. Astarion didn’t even look at you, just down at his wrist, as if he had been burned.

“What…I’m sorry? Did something happen-”

“Just…don’t touch me,” His cool demeanor was back as he gracefully slid the gloves on, “Alright? Just…don’t.” He had finally looked up at you, his ruby eyes shimmering. His expression was unreadable, but you nodded slowly.

“Alright…I won’t.”

You stared at him for a bit longer, trying to understand what was going on in his head. Was it…fear? Rage? You weren’t quite sure…all you knew was that without meaning to, you had somehow crossed a boundary with Astarion, who was already like a vault.

Without another word, Astarion walked back to camp. You sighed heavily and eventually bathed, but the entire encounter was so odd that you didn’t quite know how to move forward with it.

The next morning, while the sun was still rising, Astarion found you by the campfire as you cooked your breakfast. Uncomfortably clearing his throat behind you, he seemed a bit sheepish. Wringing his wrists (clad in the gloves), he shifted the weight on his feet in his graceful, Astarion way.

“May I speak with you for a moment?” He asked. Nodding, you stood, wiping off your pants. Astarion stared at you for a minute, his eyes darting back and forth between yours. It was increasingly apparent that he didn’t know how to start the conversation, but you waited patiently, afraid you’d somehow set him off again.

“I…want to apologize for last night,” He eventually said, “The whole…situation…with my gloves, I mean. I…” He sighed, searching for words, “I have a hard time with touch. I have for a bit…because of my past with Cazador. When I woke up, thrown from that Nautiloid, I realized gloves made me feel better because I technically don’t have to touch someone when I…well, when I touch them. And since I was no longer under Cazador’s thumb, I snagged the first pair I could find off of…well…some poor dead body on the beach and it’s been better ever since.”

Taking in what he was saying, you nodded, staying quiet. “So…you wear gloves. Because you don’t like touch.”

“Quite frankly, I’m repulsed by touch,” He calmly replied, throwing a hand back, “200 years in a body that I had no control over will do that to you, I suppose.”

“Okay. That makes sense.” You said plainly, forking a piece of pork belly into your mouth.

Astarion tilted his head, confused. “It does?”

“Yes. I mean…I believe you, and everything.”

“You do.” He stated, but it sounded like more of a question, like he didn’t understand.

Shrugging, you nodded, ��Cazador forced you to use your body against your will to do his tidings, and now that you have the ability to act for your own for the first time in a very long time, you realize that there are boundaries that make you feel more comfortable. It makes perfect sense.”

Astarion opened his mouth to say something, but immediately shut it. “Well…look at you. Knowing so much about me.”

“That’s what friends are for,” You smiled and pat his shoulder gently, “Thank you for sharing that with me. I understand…and will be aware of it.” You go to walk away, but turn and look at Astarion, “I know what you’ve been through was unbelievably awful, so you don’t have to…but if you ever feel the need to talk to someone about it, I’m here for you.”

Astarion stood, frozen. He nodded so small that if you weren’t paying attention, you would’ve missed it.

“Thank you.” He eventually said, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes were locked on the ground. In a flash, he was striding towards his tent, his hands behind his back, as if the conversation never happened. Watching him walk to his tent, you shook his head.

You knew Astarion was full of secrets, but you weren’t quite sure how deep those secrets went.

The following weeks had tore through your body harder than any training you had been through. Every night when you went to bed, it seemed like a body part you didn’t even know you had was aching.

Currently, you were a little way away from camp, leaning against a tree, trying to get any semblance of reprieve that you could. Your eyes were closed, but you were nowhere near sleep, as the crickets chirped around you.

“Darling?” Astarion’s voice called out gently. You waved your hand in the air so he could track you down.

“Over here.” You mumbled, your arm feeling like it was 600 pounds. You brought it back down to your side and sighed heavily. Suddenly, you smelled chicken. Opening your eyes slowly, you saw a plate of food in front of you. You followed the arm holding the food and saw that Astarion had knelt beside you, presenting the food.

“Dinner,” He spoke plainly, “Gale just finished cooking. I thought you could use some help since your ass was devilishly kicked by those goblins earlier today, so I brought dinner to you while you were resting.” He smirked as you took the plate of food, barking out a laugh.

“Funny that you just had to bring up the fact that I didn’t perform my best today.” You started to slowly bring the food to your mouth, the taste melting on your tongue. You moaned softly in pleasure – he never shut up, but gods, Gale cooked a good meal.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I didn’t perform my best, either.” Astarion sat beside you now, his back resting against the large tree. He sighed as well, leaning his head back.

In the past few weeks, ever since the evening you had accidentally touched his wrist, you two had become closer. You were the only one to know his secret, a vulnerable piece of the Astarion puzzle. He trusted you to keep his secrets safe, and you did – like you had said, that’s what friends were for.

You ate in a comfortable silence as Astarion stared up at the moon, his face gleaming in the soft glow. Though you two were friends, he was undeniably handsome – you found yourself looking at him longer than necessary, butterflies popping up in your stomach when he would come into your tent to just converse, or when he was next to you in battle. You didn’t know when it started to change, but slowly, your feelings had deepened, which scared the shit out of you. Even now, with no words exchanged, your head felt light as he sat beside you, his familiar scent comforting you.

“Beautiful moon out tonight.” Astarion commented softly. You murmured in agreement, placing the plate and fork next to you now that you were done eating.

“Were you able to hunt tonight?” You asked Astarion.

He chuckled, “Always looking out for me,” He spoke gently. He then turned to look at you, his face soft, “Yes. I did…earlier. Thank you for your concern.”

You laughed softly and shrugged, even though it took all of your effort. You closed your eyes again, “You know me. I need to make sure everyone eats, even if your version of eating is slurping up some boar blood somewhere-”

Suddenly, your hand felt like it was enveloped, and chilled to the bone. Your eyes sprung open and you looked down. Astarion was holding your hand in your lap.

Without his glove.

Your mouth parted in surprise as you looked at him in shock. “Astarion-”

“I know.” He interrupted, smiling proudly.

“You’re…holding my hand.”

“I know.”

“Without your glove!”

“I know.”

You smiled back at him. Both of you sat there in silence, smiling at each other like two goons. You didn’t know what to say, so you started to stutter.

“But…how? When? You’re…feeling-”

“Not with everyone,” He said, “But with you…it’s different. I went to bed last night, thinking about how I wanted to…feel you. Touch you. Really feel you…hold your hand. With mine. Skin on skin,” Suddenly, he turned sheepish and looked down, “I hope you don’t mind?”

“Mind?!” You sat on your heels, gripping his hand tighter, “Of course I don’t! I’m…excited for you! Proud of you! Hells, I-”

Suddenly, Astarion’s lips were on yours. Cold, but gentle – he pressed lightly and pulled away almost as fast. As he pulled away, he looked at you, his eyes uncertain.

“I hope…you didn’t mind that, either.”

A deep blush grew on your cheeks as you smiled and shook your head, “Definitely didn’t mind that.” Your voice was low, quiet. You knew this moment, though on the outside seemed so insignificant, was a monumental moment for Astarion.

He smirked and nodded, “Good. Because when I was thinking about how I wanted to hold your hand, I was also thinking about how I wanted to kiss you, as well.”

You leaned into him and kissed him, pressing your lips on his a little firmer than last time. Smiling, you pulled away slightly, “I like when you think like that.”

Astarion chuckled, his bare hand moving up the sleeve of your blouse, “Good to know. I’ll have to keep that mind next time I start thinking.”

The Shadowlands had boasted not only the worst atmosphere you had ever experienced, but also the worst sounds to ever grace your ears. It seemed like every time you heard a bird squawk, or a bush rustle, you jumped 10 feet in the air. You were thankful that you had Astarion by your side at night, otherwise, you weren’t completely sure if you’d get any rest at all.

Your nights with Astarion could only be described as wholesome, for the most part. Though his gloves were now off in the presence of your tent – his comfortability of touching you without them pretty much 100% - he still couldn’t get past his history when it came to sex. The moaning in each other’s mouths as your tongues danced with each other only amplified how desperate you were for each other, but every time, it wasn’t right. And that was okay.

But gods, did you yearn for him in every way.

Astarion was currently holding you, as you read on your side. You could tell he was sneaking peeks at your book because every so often, there was a “humph” or gasp coming from his lips softly. And when you tried to turn the page too fast, Astarion would gently touch the corner of the book, preventing you from moving to the next page.

“I can let you borrow the book when I’m finished, you know.” You said, giggling in his arms. He smirked and kissed your neck, his breath hot in your ear.

“But isn’t this much more fun, darling?”

You dog-eared the page and put the book down, turning in Astarion’s arms so you were facing him. You gently placed your hands on his chest, looking up at him. Every time you touched him with skin-on-skin contact, you made sure he was comfortable. Astarion smiled and nodded, placing a peck on your forehead. Slowly, he kissed down your temple, to your cheek, and to your jawline. You sighed heavily, your arms wrapping around his neck. He hummed as he kissed along your jaw.

"Astarion..." You breathed. Your hands found their way into his hair, and when you started running your fingers through it, he moaned slightly.

Suddenly, gently, Astarion's cold hand had found it's way in between your legs, tentatively pressing against your clit through your underwear. You gasped at the sudden sensation, pulling back. Looking at him confused, he blushed slightly.

"I need you," He murmured quietly, brushing a lock of your hair back, "I need to feel you. All of you. I want to take you...desperately."

You smiled and slowly rolled your hips forward, towards his fingers. The pressure made you moan, and you tried your hardest to not roll your eyes back.

"Are you sure?"

Astarion nodded. His hand quickly pulled back and found it's way by his side, "But...I may...um..." His gaze followed where his gloves lay on the table near your bed. You followed his eyes, and looked at the gloves. You smiled and kissed him.

"Put them on."

"Are you sure? It's just that...well, I don't need them to touch you anymore, obviously, but when I think about making love, it can get overwhelming-"

"Astarion," You cut him off gently, staring into his eyes, "If you need to wear your gloves to feel comfortable making love to me, then you can wear 30,000 pairs at the same time. As long as you feel comfortable doing it," You kissed him quickly, "And can still take off my pants."

Astarion laughed and reached behind you, slipping the gloves on. His bashful look gave way to a smile, his eyes darkening in a way that you hadn't seen before. He enveloped you in a kiss, grabbing hold of your body around your waist.

"I am going to fuck you until you see stars." He grumbled, pressing his erection into you. Capturing your lips in a rough kiss, you moaned into it, the sudden portrayal of Astarion’s arousal sending heat to your belly. He gently guided you on your back as he straddled you, never breaking the kiss. Finally he leaned back, staring into your eyes.

He was truly a captivating sight - his fair, taught body seemed to glow in the light of your oil lamp. His eyes - usually a bright ruby - were now almost so dark they were onyx. He smiled at you, causing you to turn bashful under his gaze. You felt his hands make quick work of your pants, pushing them down to your ankles. You aided him by kicking them off your feet, your heart racing.

Was this finally happening - were you finally going to make love with Astarion? Your head swam as his gloved hands glided down your sides, taking in every inch of you. He shook his head, still smiling.

“You are the most beautiful sight I have ever seen.” He whispered, his eyes inching towards your (now soaking) center. Gracefully, he slid down the bed, not breaking eye contact with you. Achingly slow, he spread your legs. Settling on his belly, his head dipped to your core, his nose so close it tickled the hair that encased it.

“Astarion…” You murmured, your hand resting on his head. You watched him lick his lips before he lightly pressed his tongue to your clit, sending a wave of pleasure through your whole body. You physically felt like your senses were on overdrive - every muscle was tightened, anxiously awaiting his touch.

“You can’t rush perfection, darling,” He purred, one of his fingers finding their way to your clit. He gently rubbed the finger over your bulge, teasing you, the leather of the gloves an icy contrast to your growing heat. “I’m going to savor this moment. I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long.”

He was staring at you; a moment suspended in time. The only sound in the tent was your whimpers, trying to muffle it so the others didn’t hear you. Astarion’s signature smirk never left his mouth - he was the notorious tease, so why would he be any different in bed?

Suddenly, his tongue delved into you, immediately lapping up your juices, causing you to gasp in pleasure. Your hands found his head, desperate to grip anything in their path. Once you felt his hair you couldn’t help but give a tight tug, to which he groaned into your cunt, the vibrations driving you crazy.

“You like that, don’t you?” He teased, pulling back slightly to speak. He still smirked, his tongue softly darting back to your clit. You bit your lip and nodded, the only way you could currently respond without screaming in pleasure. He dove back in, sending waves of sensation through your body - the coil in your belly started to tighten as Astarion took your clit in his mouth, sucking gently.

Shifting your head to the side of the bed, you pressed your mouth into the pillow, yelping in pleasure. Suddenly, you felt the leather of Astarion’s glove grabbing your cheeks, forcing your head forward. When you opened your eyes you saw him hovering over you, body slightly raised from your pussy.

“Don’t,” He commanded, the other hand working circles on your clit, “I want everyone to hear. I want the whole world to hear how good I love you.”

“Astarion…” You whimpered, your voice trailing off as he was back in between your legs, licking you into another dimension. You did as you were told, your head lolling back on to the pillow so you were looking at the ceiling of your tent, your vision going fuzzy. Your orgasm was quickly approaching, your muscles so tight you felt like you had to jump out of your skin. You knew Astarion sensed it - he slipped one arm underneath you to give himself better leverage, and was now lapping at you roughly, hungrily.

“I-I…I’m going to come,” You breathed, your strength failing you to use your full voice. You looked down and saw Astarion smiling into your cunt, the vibrations on your clit causing your legs to shake around his head. He stared at you from his position, which was just the push your body needed to reach ecstasy.

Your orgasm washed over you as your back involuntarily arched, a hand gripping so hard on to Astarion’s head you’re surprised you didn’t hurt him. His voice was screamed from your lips - definitely heard by everyone in camp - and you couldn’t think of anything else as you saw stars. Your chest felt like it was on fire as you heaved, trying to get control of your breathing. Astarion lapped at you for a few moments more as you felt your orgasm, finally pulling back to give you a moment to breathe. He stood on his knees and wiped his mouth, the smirk never leaving his face.

“You taste incredible.” He said, slowly raising himself from the bed. He undid the strings of his pants and pulled them down, his erection popping out. Leaking with wetness already, you couldn’t help but stare - this was the first time you were fully seeing him naked, and you were in awe of his form. Just seeing him fully aroused was enough to get you going again, and once he crawled back on top of you, you immediately spread your legs for him. He kissed you, and the faint taste of yourself made you moan into the kiss - his tongue was sloppily dancing in your mouth, all sense of romantic etiquette out the window. He was needy, whimpering into the kiss.

You felt him align himself with your entrance and you pressed one of your hands to his cheek, causing him to look up. You smiled softly.

“Are you sure?” You asked gently, delicately cradling his trauma in your hands. Your heart was racing in your chest - out of all the lovers in the land, you couldn’t believe that Astarion had felt comfortable with only you.

He smiled and nodded, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead, “I’ve never been more sure of anything else in my entire life, darling. All 200 years of it,” You felt him adjust himself on top of you and he smiled, his eyes darkening again, “Now; stop being so nice so I can ravage you so good you can’t walk tomorrow.”

You both chuckled as he pressed himself into you, your laughter giving way to a low hiss as he immediately filled your aching entrance. Your pussy was begging for a break since you had just orgasmed mere moments ago, but the ache felt so good, you couldn’t help but moan. Astarion maintained eye contact with you, his mouth slightly parted, as he slowly began to rock into you, his hips falling into a rhythm.

“Gods, you are so fucking tight,” He spoke through gritted teeth, “Make my cock feel so good.”

Beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead as he rocked quicker into you, his eyes falling heavy. You moved your hips upwards, gaining better leverage so he could go deeper. When he hit your spot, you both moaned in pleasure, and you gripped the sheets next to you.

“Astarion-” You groaned, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You dug your nails into his back and pulled him closer to you, “Fuck! You make me feel so good!” Your breasts bounced with every thrust and you arched your back, “Harder, please!” You whined.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He mumbled in your ear, his words hot on your face, “You’d like me to fuck you ‘till we broke this bed, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes!” You gasped, digging your nails harder into his back, “Please, please - give it to me!”

Astarion started to slam his hips against yours, the wet sounds of skin filling the tent. With every thrust, he groaned, his face becoming slightly red. A gloved hand appeared around your neck, and he stared into your eyes. You smiled slightly and nodded, and only with your consent did he start to squeeze, holding you in place as he fucked you.

“Tell me you want it. Tell me how good I make you feel.”

“Hells, Astarion! You make me feel so good,” You screamed, both of your hands going to his around your neck, “Please, don’t ever stop fucking me.”

Your voice was a whine, desperate for sweet release of your impending orgasm. If your first one was intense, this one was indescribable - Astarion’s cock slammed into you in a rhythm he was slowly losing control of. He took his hand off of your throat and held on to your hips, trying to gain control of his thrusts as he closed in on his own orgasm.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours!” You screamed immediately, your hands wrapping around his neck again, “I’m yours! This pussy is yours - forever! I’m yours forever.”

Astarion smirked as he looked into your eyes, “Good girl.” He whispered, leaning down to kiss you. He bit down on your bottom lip hard and as he pulled away, he licked away the tiny bit of blood that had sprouted.

Suddenly, his expression changed as the trusts fell out of time. He became sloppy, his mouth open, his eyes closed. His climax was close, so you wrapped your legs around him, drawing his cock closer into your aching cunt. Slick with both of your juices, Astarion’s cock slid in and out of you, his head thrown back in ecstasy.

“Darling, I’m close,” He breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. He squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again, staring into yours, “You’re going to make me come.”

“Come for me,” You said bringing your hands to the sides of his face. Your own orgasm was close - you were sure that if you felt him spill inside of you, you would tip over the edge for the second time that night. You smiled, tears of pleasure threatening to fall from your eyes as your body was being pounded into the bed, “Fill me.”

Astarion rested his forehead on yours. With a loud moan of your name, his entire body tensed, his climax spilling into you. His gloved hands dug into the side of your hips and suddenly your orgasm appeared, washing over you all at once. You pressed your body into his, screaming his name, your bodies close enough to feel as one.

As your bodies spasmed together, you saw Astarion smile. He peppered a gently kiss onto your lips, a soft moan escaping into your mouth.

“My darling,” He whispered, his body still on top of you, “That was…divine.” He was out of breath, his voice ragged. As he slowly moved to your side, still inside of you, you nuzzled into his chest, trying to steady your own breathing.

“Thank you,” You whispered, sighing contently, “For trusting me enough to be able to do that with me.”

Astarion tutted and started to stroke your hair, “Thank you for being the person that you are…so that I can feel safe enough to trust you.” He looked down at you and kissed you.

Sleep crept upon both of you; and neither you nor Astarion made a move to clean up the sticky aftermath between both of your legs. As you drifted off to sleep, still naked in Astarion’s arms, he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. You smiled contently - you could get used to this. It seemed the whole world was in your arms as you both held on tightly to one another, an unspoken bond between the two of you grown stronger.

Astarion slid his gloves off before he fell asleep.

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A/N: I had a blast writing this one...please reblog if you liked it! Comments mean the world to me! :)

[m0nnypie]

A Thief and a Fish

Percy Jackson x Hermes!Reader

Summary: You and Percy are always at each other's throats. But maybe this time he's gone too far...

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: a little angst, but happy ending.

Part 1 - Part2

After being ignored by almost the entire camp, he only had the company of a few nymphs who were in a good spirit. Apart from that, he was completely alone. He knew he was to blame for this, but sometimes he got carried away and ended up overreacting. Like the time he got into a fight with a son of Ares for complimenting you. He swears it was because he was provoked, not because he was jealous. Never.

He hated to admit it, but he was worried about your absence. He knew you well enough despite all the fights to know that you didn't disappear unless you were EXTREMELY upset. Gods. even when you fought with Luke, you still sat at the table completely ignoring his existence, but you were still there. By the gods, he needed to fix the mess he'd made, and there was only one person he knew who would help him. Grover, his last hope.

As soon as he spotted the satyr, he ran towards him. Running over whoever was in his way. To his surprise, you were standing next to Grover. And as soon as you spotted him, you completely ignored him and took off in another direction. And he followed.

"WAIT! (Y/N)! PLEASE CAN WE TALK?" You grunted when you heard his voice again.

“Leave me alone, Jackson.” He ran faster this time, stopping in front of you, preventing you from passing him without facing him. He seemed nervous, while you did everything you could to escape the situation.

"Please... I swear that if you listen to me, I'll leave you alone! I'll never come after you again or complain about you again!" You looked at him in disbelief, but he seemed desperate enough to make you feel sorry for him and listen.

“Okay, you've got five minutes.” He cracked a huge smile, and before you could react, he pulled you running. Straight to Poseidon's cabin. Which, although you wouldn't admit it, made you nervous. Yes, you'd already broken in here several times, but it was different when Percy himself brought you there.

“You know it's forbidden for us to be alone in the cabin, right?” You saw him roll his eyes, but then he smiled at you. You felt butterflies in your stomach at the sight. He pulled you over to one of the beds, making you sit down and face each other. He looked extremely nervous, scratching the back of his neck thinking about what he should say.

“So...I, well...I'd like to apologize...for what I said to you before” He sighed deeply, looking away. "It's just that...I was so angry! You wouldn't stop with the pranks! And then I ended up freaking out because I didn't want you bothering me every day anymore! Because it was already unbearable, just thinking about you made me angry..."

With those last words from Percy, everything else he said fell on deaf ears. You felt the world spinning slower, you knew rejection was a bitch, but you didn't think it would be so hard. Maybe he didn't reject you directly, but those words certainly weren't from someone who would declare his love for you. Before Percy could continue whatever he was saying, you stood up and interrupted him.

"Don't... worry, I'll leave you alone from now on. I'll also tell Luke that we're fine now...don't worry." Before he could protest, you stormed out of the cottage. Percy was trying to understand what the hell had just happened, ugh. Damn.

Percy walked to the training arena deep in thought. Which, to say the least, would worry anyone in the camp if they knew he was trying to use his own head. Before he reached the arena, he heard someone shouting his name angrily, something he had gotten used to. As soon as he turned around, he was faced with a blonde with gray eyes, completely angry and apparently about to kill him.

"PERSEU JACKSON! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY TO MY SIBLING?!" Sibling? He had no idea who she was talking about, he had no recollection of speaking to any of Athena's children in the last few hours, the only one he had spoken to was-. Oh. Oh, she's talking about you.

"What are you talking about Annabeth? What have I supposedly done now?“ ”Supposedly? Supposedly?! You're an idiot! After telling my sister all that crap! You went after her and made things worse!" What?

"Argh! Honestly Percy, you're hopeless! And now Luke's even angrier! If you make it out of this camp alive by the end of the summer, I'll say it was a miracle of the gods!" What was she talking about?!

"ANNABETH! WHAT IN MY MOTHER'S NAME ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!“ ”The stupid, crude jab you gave her?! I mean... you're not obliged to do anything, but did you have to be so stupid with her? Really? Calling her insufferable and stuff?!"

Percy ran his hands through his hair, he was extremely frustrated and angry. How could he screw things up in such a short space of time? Even when he didn't do it on purpose?!!

"Annabeth look! This is a complete misunderstanding! I didn't mean anything by it! I was actually trying to explain to her what I was feeling and I ended up getting a bit wrapped up! And the next thing I knew, she was already gone-“

”By the gods, you're the stupidest demigod I've ever had the displeasure of meeting!" she said, already more annoyed than when she'd arrived.

Percy smiled that silly smile that irritated anyone who looked. Annabeth knew you'd kill her for what you were about to do, and that Luke would probably be angry. But she wanted to see you happy, so if she had to help Percy. She would.

"Okay, listen to me! There's no master plan to improve things between you...that's completely up to you. But what I can do is distract Luke so that you have time to talk to her." Percy's smile widened. “You're my savior Annie!” She rolled her eyes, just hoping that everything would work out. Or she'd be dead together with Percy by the end of the summer.

As soon as Percy finally entered Hermes' cabin, his eyes sought out your figure, hoping that you would listen to him once more. As soon as he saw you, he realized that you were busy, from what he saw, it was some stupid prank they were planning to play on the children of Ares.

“Hi! How are you?” You were shocked to hear Percy's voice, turning around quickly to find the boy smiling in your direction. “What are you doing here?” You said almost harshly, even though you couldn't be that way with Percy.

“Eh...after the disaster I caused...again, I thought I'd come and see you” You frowned, eyeing him suspiciously. “See me for what?”

“Well, after I ruined almost everything...I was thinking that maybe I didn't communicate with you properly...” He looked at you for any sign that you wanted him to stop, but there was none. You were completely focused on him, which made him nervous.

"You know, I've been thinking in my head recently...and I think that maybe I like you a bit...and I was wondering if you'd like to go on a date with me. But you don't have to accept, obviously! Surely after everything I've said you don't even want to look me in the face..." He ran a hand through his hair, trying to see if that would ease even a little of his nerves.

Before he even looked at you and said anything else stupid. He felt your lips touch his. At first he opened his eyes wide in disbelief, but then he returned the kiss by moving even closer to you, while holding onto your waist.

You two were so focused on this magical moment that you failed to notice an extremely angry Luke, a desperate Annabeth and the Stoll brothers laughing as they watched. As soon as you separated, Percy smiled at you. But before he could say anything, he was pulled away from you by Luke.

"Didn't I tell you to get out of here? Am I going to have to kick you out again?" Percy's eyes widened, if Luke hadn't killed him before, he certainly would now.

“Don't forget he kissed our sibling!” Connor said, making the situation worse, causing him to be slapped hard by Annabeth. Luke looked like he was about to kill him, and when he looked at you for help, he found you laughing. Urgh, you were impossible.

"Don't you want to kiss my sibling so badly? Well, don't worry, I'll make you kiss the floor until you're sick of it!“ ”Hey! That's not fair, you know you need two to kiss, right?“ ”I'm glad you agree! Now you're going to get beaten up for both of you!" Percy's eyes widened in despair, he knew Luke meant it.

In the end, he took a lot of beating from Luke. He managed to catch a break when he finally got distracted. But nothing else mattered now, because at the end of the day, he'd be kissing you at the deep sea while you both ran away from Luke.

here is pt 22 hope you like it lol

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[daizedndconfused]

hello!! how are you?? i was wondering if i could request something to do with cole brookstone 🫣

please could it be something about him and the reader have a sleepover at the readers house and its just fluff!! you could write about them making dinner together or something

idk if you’d be down to write this and i hope i’ve done it right, this is my first time requesting anything 😭

slumber party

a/n: hii ofc you can!! i’m doing good thanks sorry this took a while haha but thanks for being patient with me <3 this was such a cute prompt btw i had a lot of fun writing this

characters: cole brookstone x reader (established relationship)

type: fluff!!

warnings: none (not proofread)

synopsis: you sneak cole into your house for a sleepover while your parents are out of town

word count: 2.5 k

Your boyfriend was perfectly punctual. So when the clock struck four the rap at your window didn’t come as a shock to you.

Smiling to yourself, you got up from your bed and bounded over to your curtain covered window. Sliding away the light fabric, the grinning face of your boyfriend waited for you, perched on the roof below.

“What do you have against the front door?” you asked as you swung the window open.

Cole gracefully hoisted himself up and vaulted into your room, his landing ever so silent.

“It just doesn’t feel right.” Cole gave you a quick peck on the lips, pulling away with a lovesick smile. “Hi, honey.”

“Hi, Cole,” you smiled at the term of endearment, linking your fingers behind his neck.

You and Cole had been planning this weekend for months. Being eighteen and finishing up your senior year of high school, your parents still weren’t extremely open to your boyfriend spending the night.

To them it didn’t matter if he was a ninja with honor practically flowing from his bloodstream, the bottom line was he was your boyfriend and therefore no sleepovers. Apparently his boyfriend title outranked his ninja status.

Who knew?

But none of that mattered this weekend. This weekend your parents were out of town for a wedding. Of course they suspected you’d pull something like this, but before they could even bring it up, you told them Cole was going to a training camp that weekend as well.

A lie, but a necessary one. That meant you two had the whole house to yourself for the entire weekend. You were giddy just thinking about it.

“What did you tell the elders?” you asked him.

Your parents weren’t the only problem. If either of you thought Wu, Garmadon, or Misako would be fine with this stunt you guys were pulling–dead wrong.

They loved you, seeing as you had been to the monastery countless times, but they were like Cole’s parents. And they also didn’t approve of sleepovers.

“Got everyone else to cover for me,” he assured you. “As far as the elders are concerned I’m violently sick and extremely contagious.”

You shook your lead with a laugh. “You better hope they don’t try to bring you medicine.”

Cole shook his head. “Locked it and snuck out the window. And I told Jay to tell them I brought a bunch of medicine into my room so they didn’t have to.”

“Very smooth,” you complimented.

“Yeah, come one give me some credit.” Cole scooped you up bridal style. “I can lie when I have to.”

“Which is usually never.”

“Only when it means I can spend time with my beautiful girlfriend,” Cole beamed as you two flopped down on your bed.

“Aren’t you the charmer?”

“Always have been.”

“Lies,” you poke his cheek resulting in a shared laugh. “So, whole house to ourselves. Whatever should we do first?”

The two of you looked at each other. Twin smirks on both your faces.

“Are you done yet?” Cole huffed from below you, doom-scrolling on his phone. You peeked over his shoulder a few times and saw that he was watching edits of himself. Both liking and saving them too.

“One second,” you mumbled around the cap of your marker. “So impatient.”

“I’ve been laying here for hours,” he complained.

“Hour–singular,” you corrected, removing the cap from your mouth and clicking it back onto the marker. “You’d know that if you went to school.”

Cole turned his head and shot you a glare over his bare shoulder. You laughed at the sight, ruffling his dark hair.

“You and I both know Misako homeschools us.” Cole attempted to get up, but you pushed down on his shoulders from your position–straddled over his lower back.

“Wait!” you insisted, leaning over his back to snatch his phone out of hands.

He protested slightly, but it was back in his hands in no time. You had just used it to snap a picture of the artwork you had done on his skin.

“Is that my dragon?” Cole asked, a hint of awe in his tone.

It was indeed. Using a marker that was one hundred percent safe for skin, you tested out a new design on your boyfriend. The idea had been in your head for a long time, you just didn’t have a suitable canvas until now.

“Mhmm,” you confirmed, pecking his cheek, looking at the picture on his phone.

The earth dragon’s strong wings stretched over the width of his broad shoulders while the dragon’s body and tail resided down the expanse of his back, ending just above his waistband.

“That’s a crazy amount of detail.” Cole zoomed in on the head of the dragon where you had drawn out his crown of spikes and added texture to most of your drawing.

“Maybe I’ll give you a tattoo one day,” you shrugged, climbing off his back allowing him to throw his shirt back on.

Cole was no stranger to tattoos. In fact, he had some. A few small ones here and there, but he told you if you ever got your hands on professional equipment, he’d let you give him a tattoo.

He even has your initials behind his right ear. You remember staring at it for hours after he finally showed you.

“Come on,” you patted his back. “I’m starving.”

“Starving means food, I’m in.” He hopped up immediately, following you down the stairs and into your kitchen.

The two of you forged for something you could make a meal out of. Luckily, your parents had just restocked all the groceries since they were going out of town.

“How does pasta with a side of salad and garlic bread sound?” You asked from within the fridge.

You felt a presence walk up behind you, and suddenly your boyfriend’s strong hands were on your hips, his front pressed against your back.

“I’ll eat anything you make, gorgeous,” he said, breath brushing against your left ear as he reached up and grabbed the lettuce and dressing from the top shelf of the fridge.

You turned in his arms and gave him a quick kiss. “Pasta it is.”

“Want me to–?”

“You can put the lettuce in a bowl and add the dressing.” You cut him off quickly.

Unfortunately, it seemed like that was the only task he could complete successfully. Throwing things into a bowl he could do. Anything else? Not so much.

You don’t mind much. Not everyone’s a good cook. And you personally find it much more fun with his company.

You saw the slight pout on his face, but he knew you were right.

“You can add whatever else you want if you can find it in the fridge,” you said over your shoulder while grabbing the pasta from the pantry and a few more things to make the sauce recipe your mom taught you.

“Yeah, yeah,” he waved a dismissing hand while the other grabbed a larger bowl for the salad.

Laughing softly, you made your way back to the stove to boil some water, and get started on the sauce.

You were in the midst of stirring and setting a timer when music flowed from the speakers built into your ceiling. Turning around, you saw Cole sat on one of the barstools, phone in hand as he nodded along to the song.

“Elvis?” you asked, pointing upward.

Cole nodded in confirmation. “Suspicious Minds is one of my favorites.”

“Mine too,” you smiled before leaning over to check on the boiling noodles.

It wasn’t long before you were being spun around. Taken aback, you almost tripped over your own feet, but he was there to catch you. He always has been.

Hazel eyes met your own, and you couldn’t help but mirror his elated expression.

“Dance with me?” he offered.

You just pulled him closer in response. One of his hands curled around your waist, while the other gently clasped your hand that wasn’t planted on his shoulder.

Unsurprisingly, Cole was a good dancer. Other than the fact he had amazing balance being a ninja, his father taught him to dance as a kid. While Cole didn’t love it like his father did, he loved dancing with you.

The two of you sound around each other and between the counter and the island as Suspicious Minds continued to play from above.

Neither of you could keep the grins off your faces, and you couldn’t help but laugh as he dipped and spun you. His strength just made dancing with him all the more entertaining. He could lift you with one hand above his head if he wanted.

However, the blare of the timer you had set had your feet faltering to a stop and ducking under his arm to check on the things at the stove.

You gave the sauce another quick stir before lowering the heat before moving to strain the pasta. Before you could get to it, Cole had placed a dish towel on either side and carried it to the strainer in the sink.

Steam wafted up into the air as he tipped the pot over the bowl of the sink.

“Thank you,” you sing-songed as he returned the strands of pasta to the original now water free pot.

“No problem, gorgeous,” he gave you a heroic smile before moving to take the garlic bread out of the oven as well.

Watching as he carefully slid the bread out of the hot space, you couldn’t help but be thankful that you caught him first before some other girl beat you to it.

“What is it?” Cole asked as he placed the tray on one of the unoccupied stovetops.

“Nothing.” You shook the lovesick expression off your face. “Taste this for me.”

You lifted a wooden spoon up to your boyfriend's mouth. He complied immediately, always eager to sample your cooking.

“Thoughts?” you asked.

“Amazing as always,” he responded with a nod.

“You flatter me,” you shook your head, tossing the spoon in the sink before combining the pasta and sauce into one pan.

“Flattery or honesty?” Cole asked, leaning against the counter as he watched you work.

“I suppose I can always rely on you to be honest with me,” you admitted.

“Damn straight.”

You laughed, announcing food was done. Cole fetched the two of you plates and held one out for you. You accepted, and per his insistence, got first dibs at the food you had cooked.

Soon, the two of you were sat at the island, eating your dinner side by side. Cole praised your food, and you laughed, insisting he only likes it so much because he can’t cook to save his life.

After you two had finished, Cole wouldn’t even let you touch your plate, claiming since you cooked he’d do all the dishes. You protested at first, but after he quite literally carried you out of the kitchen and into the living room you gave up.

Instead, while he did the dishes, you were looking for a movie to put on for the two of you. But you didn’t stop there. It was almost like a girlfriend ritual to make your boyfriend do skincare with you, and while you weren’t overly into skin care, you did have a few face masks.

Cole stopped dead in his tracks when his eyes landed on what was in your hands. Pore strips. You’d put them on him before, and though he denied it, his eyes started to water when you peeled it off him.

“No.” He crossed his arms.

“Please!” you begged. “It’s good for you!”

“Lies, that’s just what they want you to think so you keep buying them.”

You didn’t back down, and eventually, you dragged him over to the couch and placed a pore strip over the bridge of his nose.

“Why do I let you do this to me?” he whined.

“Because you love you,” you said, patting his chest.

“Sad but true,” he sighed dramatically.

You gasped in fake offense before he tackled you back onto the couch, tickling your sides briefly. To compensate him for the pore strips, you picked one of your mutually favorite movies to put on.

However, when the thirty minutes for your strips were up, you had to chase Cole down around your house. Eventually, you caught up, reassuring him you’ll be gentle this time.

He eyed you skeptically, but stayed still anyway. You began to remove the strip from his nose, but almost every time you moved it, he’d wince.

“You’re so dramatic!” You laughed.

“I’m not! This shit hurts!” Cole leaned his head back, blinking furiously.

Slowly, you managed to get the strip off his face, but you had to stop him from scratching at the exposed place. To show him it wasn’t that bad, you removed your strip in one fluid motion. It hurt a little, you had to admit, and it made your eyes water slightly, but you powered through it.

“What happens when a villain slaps a pore strip on you, then what?” You asked as you two made your way back down stairs.

“Then I die a hero’s death.”

The rest of the night you two had spent watching your favorite movies with a bowl of popcorn between the two of you. At one point, you had put on one of your favorite sad movies, and when the main character died, Cole gasped and threw a piece of popcorn at the TV.

After the movies, you found one of your old Just Dance discs. It didn’t take a lot of concing to get Cole to do it with you. Somehow, he beat you every round to the point where you took to tripping him in order to win.

After another loss, you suggest a switch in games that led you to Mario Kart. Unlike Just Dance, he didn’t beat you once at Mario Kart. Not even when he covered your eyes with one of his hands.

Eventually, well into the late hours of the night, you two dragged yourself up to your room where Cole put on a pair of pajamas he kept at your house, and crashed into bed.

Soft morning rays bled through your half closed curtains as you buried your face further into the warmth of your boyfriend next to you. Cole’s soft breaths were ruffling the hairs on the top of your head, and his arms were wrapped around you as if he was afraid you’d disappear during the night.

Stretching as well as you could, you scratched at his scalp lightly, not wanting to wake him. A triumphant grin spread across your face. You had just gotten away with your boyfriend sleeping over at your house!

A cleared throat had your eyes shooting open. Your gaze landed on both your parents standing in your open doorway. Your father’s brows were raised, arms crossed as he tapped his foot while your mother was doing her best to conceal a smile.

“You’re back early,” you forced out a laugh, attempting to slide the covers higher to cover Cole’s body.

“And you’re grounded–three days,” your father deadpanned. Letting out a tired sigh he continued, “Breakfast is downstairs when you’re both ready.”

Your mom gave you a wink before following your father downstairs. You could tell neither of them were genuinely upset.

Well, you almost got away with it.

[demigod-shenanigans]

Jason thinks love needs to be earned. The only love in tiny Jason’s world that ever came without strings was Thalia’s, but he was so young when they got separated that he barely remembers her. His mom abandoned him but surely she had her reasons. Maybe he just wasn’t a good enough son.

So he tries to be a good strong wolf and then a good little soldier, for Lupa’s approval and Camp Jupiter’s approval and because maybe if he earns enough points on the achievement scoreboard his dad will come see him. Maybe his dad will love him. If he hasn’t yet, it’s just because Jason hasn’t tried hard enough.

And his friendship with Reyna feeds into this mindset. It’s not anything Reyna says or does. But Reyna is guarded—understandably so, considering she’s extremely traumatized and lived the first ten years of her life knowing love mostly as a thing that could blow up in your face at any given moment. Of course she’s slow to trust and even slower to love.

It takes time for her to let herself love Jason.

And she doesn’t love him because of some achievement scoreboard, or because he’s a good soldier, but Jason doesn’t know that. Jason just sees that Reyna is his friend now, so apparently he’s gotten a good grade in being a friend through his achievements. His dad may not love him yet, but Reyna loves him, so clearly it’s possible to earn love and the world works exactly how he always assumed it did.

And then he meets Leo and Piper. Leo and Piper who love each other without terms and conditions. Who get in trouble together and make fun of each other and would die for each other in a heartbeat. There were no grand gestures or heroic achievements that caused that love to happen. It just did. They just looked at each other and knew they were meant to be friends.

And they love Jason, too. Even after they realize their memories of him aren’t real, they stick with him. Even when he keeps messing up, which in his world should get friendship points docked and make their love go away, they keep loving him anyway.

Jason sees Leo make his little pipe cleaner helicopter and immediately asks if they’re actually friends, because he may not even remember who he is, but surely he hasn’t done enough to earn the friendship of someone that cool. In MoA he talks to Piper about how he keeps being knocked out and having to be saved and how that makes him a terrible hero. He tells her he doesn’t deserve her when she tries to reassure him.

But Leo and Piper keep loving him anyway. They met the version of Jason that’s a mess before they ever met the Jason that’s capable and heroic and they still love him. Leo loves Jason so much he dies to keep him safe.

Leo loves the Jason that laughs at his stupid jokes and plays video games with him and gets stupid competitive about it. He loves the Jason that’s a nerd about Ancient Rome and the Jason who is kind and the Jason who’s unsure what the future holds and what he wants it to look like. He loves the Jason who’s a bit childish and cannot cook to save his life and has a terrible taste in movies.

When Piper is trying to comfort Jason when he almost dies, she doesn’t talk about his heroics. She talks about Jason when he was happy, with a goofy grin on his face and marshmallows stuck in his hair.

All his life Jason thought there was a certain version of himself he had to be in order to earn love. A mold he had to somehow fit himself into, no matter how uncomfortably it fit. And here Leo and Piper are, loving him even when he’s not exactly the fearless hero leader everyone’s expected him to be all his life. Even when he doesn’t know who he wants to be, or what he wants to do with his life. Even when he tells them that maybe he hates being a leader.

And Jason wonders if that’s what love is supposed to be. If he’s been doing it wrong his entire life. If maybe Reyna could have loved that version of him, too, if he’d let her see it.

But he’s so afraid of the answer to that question—so afraid that the girl he considers his platonic soulmate won’t like who he is now—that he never lets himself find out.

[zannolin]

okay more things from the kids' audio commentary because i'm back at it again

during one of their early days of filming during the opening scenes, william moseley convinced skandar to try to eat the fake glass

i'm still not over them blindfolding georgie so her first take on the narnia set was really her first ever time seeing it

someone had to be inside the wardrobe physically blowing out lucy's candle and apparently it took a ton of takes fhdsjhfk

we have discussed many a time how skandar had to eat like 35 pieces of turkish delight during takes with the witch but apparently one time they brought out fake turkish delight and skandar didn't know and TRIED TO EAT PLEXIGLASS

they only made two of the goblet props from the scene with the witch so every take of ginnabrik throwing it involved the props guy standing off-camera and catching it aka getting hot chocolate ALL OVER HIM because he didn't want to break the prop. #dedication

georgie henley described edmund as being like a dog forgiving its master when the witch snaps at him during the end of that first scene together. i'm SICK.

apparently during one take in the professor's study (i think?) anna improvised saying something like "oh shut up you know i'm smarter than you" to william. maybe it was the other way around? but it was the two of them

skandar loved the woman's coat he had to wear unlike his character who hated it lmao

and yeah so my fav shot of peter falling down in the snow and grinning was apparently william falling on some exposed nail or bit of wood and grimacing because it hurt like a bitch but i thank him for his sacrifice in creating my favorite tiny moment in the entire movie

georgie during the beaversdam scene: yeah i tried to eat a pencil during a rehearsal of this. because it tasted good

georgie repeatedly emphasizing she feels bad for james (tumnus) in the witch's dungeon scene "BUT NOT SKANDAR."

when they were running from the witch georgie tripped and went flying and william didn't even notice at first because she was so small

they covered the legs of father christmas' reindeer with snow to make them LOOK white like the witch's so everyone would think it was the witch chasing them, but if you look you can see they're brown. DETAILS!

during the river scene (i'm crying laughing over this) andrew adamson was doing the lines for the wolf opposite william so he was literally on his hands and knees going like "what's it going to be son of adam" while william moseley had to play it totally straight. bonkers

they had a swear bucket that georgie heavily enforced which i knew but what i DIDN'T know is they made william pay like $50 or something because his phone went off on set, and half of it was because they didn't like his ringtone. brilliant

there were all these details on set like aslan's face being carved into the furniture in his camp!!!

they used a polystyrene model of aslan for reference in a lot of the takes and skandar was apparently writing messages on it all the time

andrew adamson during the battle scene: yeah it was at this point during the screening you could see william turning to his girlfriend being like "i'm an action hero!" william: "...you weren't meant to REVEAL THAT :/"

william actually got stabbed in the arm during his fight with the witch when she pins peter to the ground (this was not supposed to happen)

horn caps!!! i was already told this but i'm still like weeee lucy gave tumnus his horn caps :) they did that :)

skandar getting hit with cricket balls not once but TWICE on accident this movie.

god. i love this movie an unREASONABLE amount can you tell.

[timeslugarts]

Hey if you’re going to write LOA x Reader, would you be willing to write a Gideon x reader? I was hoping for something a little smutty but I’m okay with just making out.

You asked and I delivered! (Hopefully)

I'm always so nervous about my writings, so I hope it's at least enjoyable.

Gideon Coal x Reader

CW - Canon typical violence, a little spicy, but nothing too bad, also a tiny dusting of angst?

The party limped miserably back to their makeshift camp after a run-in with a group of man-eating plants that apparently really liked the smell of Goblin. The lot of you just managed to scrape by and make it out alive.

You all sat around the fire in silence, bananyas roasting away, Frost mending his tattered robe, Gricko checking over every inch of Hootsie making sure she was unharmed, Kremy and Twig were making the best of the bananya situation and attempting to make them slightly more palatable (there was only so much raw bananya one could take). That just left you and Gideo, he was wrapping your wrist up tightly after suffering from a bad sprain.

You winced as he pulled on the strap to make it tighter.

“Sorry babes,” He sighed, “you know it wouldn't be so bad if you'd just stayed out of the fight like I told ya.”

You glared up at him, you could see him through your lashes. He wasn't looking at, he was focused on the task at hand. There was a slight frown that pulled at the corner of his mouth.

“I wouldn't have to fight if someone didn't rush in headfirst!” You were exasperated, how dare he make this seem like it was your fault.

The frown on his face deepened, his hair sizzled and popped as the flames flickered. “I have to protect everyone in this group, I'm the line of defense!”

“We're a team Gid!” You were standing now, you could feel everyone's eyes trained on the two of you, but you didn't care, you had something to say. “We fight together! Just because you're the strongest doesn't mean you get to be the punching bag!”

“Well yeah but-”

“No! No buts! We fight together or we run together, there's no in-betweens!” You threw your hands out. You really couldn't stand to look at him for a second longer. “I'm going to bed.” With that you stomped off to your tent and if you could slam a canvas flap you would have.

Gideon ran a hand over his face and let out a low groan.

“She's right, you know.”

“Shut up Gricko.”

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The tent to flap was pulled gently to the side, you looked up to see Gideon looking rather exhausted.

“Listen I-”

“No you listen, Gideon Coal, this is not an argument we are having.” You huffed crossing your arms and turning your head. You couldn't let him see the tears that betray your rage and make it something deeper.

You heard shuffling and felt your bedroom tug slightly at your side. The warmth from Gideon seeping into you as he sat down. His large hand came to cup your cheek as he pulled you to look at him, thumb gently stroking the side of your face.

“Now darling if you don't let me talk, we're going to have bigger issues.” Despite his vague threat his tone remained soft, you knew he wasn't being serious. “I know you can fight, hell, your magic might even be better than Frost's, but-” he paused, sighing, “if something were to happen to you, I'm not quite sure what I'd do…”

Your eyes widened, snapping up to look at him, however his were trained on everything that wasn't you. You couldn't believe what you were hearing, was The Gideon Coal confessing?

You reached up to grab his hand, entwining your fingers in his.

“You see that's just unfair Gideon,” you spoke softly, which caught his attention. His gaze finally met your warm one. “Because if something happened to you, what on earth would I do without you?”

He stilled, taking in a quick breath, and then all at once the dam broke.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as he encircled your torso. He was so big that it took no effort for him to cocoon you entirely. Lips crashing into each other as your teeth knocked together.

There was no time to think, all these months of flirting, and pining, and worrying are now let loose in this dark tent.

His hands were everywhere they could reach on your body, feeling everything they could, your own went up to his hair and tangled in the warm fiery strands. They didn't burn you, it was an interesting sensation, almost like it was and wasn't there at the same time. Just like the mustache that was currently tickling your neck as he trailed sloppy kisses down your throat.

You gasped and squirmed under him which only spurred him on more. He started to nip at the soft skin of your clavicle. You let a low moan slip past your lips as you took 1d4 piercing damage.

“Sh darling, we don't want those chuckle fucks outside hearing your pretty voice do we?” He grinned and pressed his mouth back into yours, licking at your lower lip to gain access which you greedily allowed. You could feel the sweat running down your back as your tongues battled for dominance. Saliva pooled at the edges of your mouth, you were both breathing through your noses harshly, neither one wanting to lose to the other.

His fingers began trailing up your shirt, the feel of his heated skin on yours making you jerk against him.

“Is this alright babe?” He whispered against your mouth.

All you could do was nod furiously, you wanted it, all of him, everything.

The temperature was rising dramatically in your little tent and that's when you smelled. Smoke.

You peered up a little dreamily at the roof of your small adventurers tent and where Gid's head reached you noticed it had caught fire and was burning a hole right through the top.

“Gideon!” You pushed him off.

“What!? Where's the fire?!” He looked alarmed and ready to fight.

“Get out the tent! You set the damn thing on fire!” You pushed him out and ran to Gricko who had created the water to put out the blazing tent.

You sighed at the person sized hole in your tent. “Won't really be good for keeping out the elements.”

“Don't worry, you can sleep in my tent tonight.” Gideon wrapped an arm around you, he had a devious smirk on his face.

“Your argument must've gotten really heated.” Gricko stated as he finished pouring the water over your bedroom because it had also started to smolder.

“From a certain point of view...” You and Gideon burst out laughing as the two of you slowly made your way to his tent, leaving behind a very confused Gricko.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed yourself, I know you wanted something a little spicier, but I get so nervous writing in general and even more so writing nsfw stuff.

Also, I'm sorry about the piercing damage joke, but it made me laugh so much I had to keep it in.

[thelibraryoflightandflowers]

The Hunter

When Devlon finds a skinned carcass near Windhaven Camp, he says it proves that another band is hunting on their land. The Inner Circle investigates.

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Being called to the Illyrian camps in the middle of the night was not Azriel’s idea of a good time. Being in the Illyrian camps at all was not Azriel’s idea of a good time. Apparently there had been some kind of declaration of war, although Azriel wouldn’t be surprised if it was just a petty squabble between rival bands. 

Touching down outside Devlon’s camp, Azriel locked eyes with Cassian, Rhys and Feyre. 

“What happened?” Cassian was asking Rhys. 

“A skinned carcass was found in the territory near the camp, and Devlon is sure that it means that another camp is hunting on their land. He’s just using it as an excuse to start a fight.” 

“Perfect.” Cassian says with obviously fake enthusiasm. 

Azriel rolls his eyes, both at his brother’s comment and at the male now stalking towards them from the camp’s entrance. It seems that Devlon was too impatient to wait for them. 

“High Lord.” Rhys raises an eyebrow, and Devlon begrudgingly adds, “High Lady.” 

They begin the flight towards the carcass, Devlon yelling over the wind the entire time about how this was an act of war and there was no way that Rhys could stop him from declaring it once he found out who was responsible. Azriel tuned him out after the first few seconds. He knew Devlon already thought he knew who did it; there was no escaping Windhaven Camp’s rivalry with Ironcrest Camp. 

The carcass was as Devlon had described it, clearly no more than a day old and freshly skinned where it lay in a clearing. 

“Feyre, darling, what do you think?” Rhys turned to his mate, the two of them staying with Devlon and the carcass. 

Cassian took to the skies to see what he could find from above the surrounding woods, and Azriel turned to the shadows, searching the nearby nooks and crannies that Cassian wouldn’t be able to see. 

He’d been searching for about half an hour when one of his shadows notified him of a small camp nearby, with a small fire burning. Azriel reached the edge of the small glen where the camp had been set up, just a simple tent with a fire pit in front of it. Clearly whoever had set it up wasn’t planning on being here long. His shadows told him that there was just one person - a male, sitting by the fire, cleaning the skin of the beast that he’d slain. 

Azriel let the shadows swirl menacingly as he stepped into the clearing, directly in front of the male. A human male, young and muscled as most hunters were. Azriel was careful to keep the confusion from his face, staring at the man with a blank face. 

How could a human have made it into Night Court territory, let alone into the Steppes without being killed? There was no way a human could get through the middle without dying, let alone traveling through the other courts. 

“Nice wings.” The male said before going back to his task, ignoring Azriel so thoroughly that he jolted, surprised. 

“I’m going to need you to get up and come with me.” Azriel had taken far too long to capture the human and get it back to Rhys, whose range he knew he was currently out of. Whoever this male was, he and Rhys needed to figure out how the hell he had gotten into the Night Court without them knowing. 

“I’m good, thanks.” He didn’t even look up from his task as he said it. Azriel was sure that this human had a death wish, given that he was faced with one of the most dangerous males in Prythian and wasn’t even a little nervous. He was also choosing not to notice how much it bothered him. 

“Wasn’t asking.” Azriel responded, already moving to simply pick the human up and fly him back. 

The human was fast, leaping up off of the log he’d been sitting on and getting out of his reach. But Azriel had the advantage of being fae, and caught up to him before he’d made it to the tree line. 

Flying with a wiggly human was not the easiest thing Azriel had ever done. 

“Do you want me to drop you?” He got out through gritted teeth.

He was usually uncomfortable with others in his personal space, but for some reason this human didn’t bother him as much. He reasoned that it was because this was necessary for the safety of the Night Court. 

The human finally stopped writhing, seemingly giving up. Azriel internally thanked the Mother. It would make the rest of this flight a lot less chaotic, and him a lot less annoyed. 

Then, without warning, the human kicked out with his bound ankles - and got him perfectly in the center of a wing. Instinctively, he let go, shaking out the wing - and then looking down at the unbothered human falling to his death. 

“Fucking really?” Azriel muttered, diving to catch him before he hit the ground. He did, having only to beat his wings a couple of times to make up for the lost seconds. 

Thank the Mother they were close to the clearing, or he may have given up and tried to use his shadows to move them - he wasn’t even sure he could do that with humans, and even if it worked it would have at the least freaked the human out. 

“I knew you’d catch me.” The human muttered, and Azriel looked down incredulously as he continued, “If you’d asked nicely, this would’ve been a lot easier for you.” Azriel just rolled his eyes. 

They finally got back to where Rhys, Feyre, Cassian and Devlon waited for him, and if he dropped the human a little early, well that was an accident. 

“Not an act of war, unfortunately, Devlon. Just a lone hunter.” Rhysand said, giving Devlon a look that dared him to protest. He didn’t although part of Azriel wished he had. He took off for Windhaven, pissed that his chance at war had been taken away. 

“What happened?” Rhys asked as he, Cassian and Feyre looked at the human still laying on the ground. Cassian nudged him with his foot, and Feyre smacked him in the arm.

“I found this hunter in his camp a few miles away, he put up a bit of a fight, and now he’s here.” Azriel responded. 

“Explain yourself.” Rhys said to the human on the ground in his ‘High Lord’ voice. 

There was no response. Rhys said it again, and still, no response. Azriel bent down to check if he was unconscious, thinking he had dropped him too hard - and heard a faint snore. 

“He’s fucking sleeping.” Azriel was almost in awe of this human. 

“Not anymore, I’m not.” Said human mumbled. 

“Explain. Yourself. Now.” Cassian was obviously pissed. And probably hungry. 

“I’m good, thanks.” The human sat up, making direct eye contact with Cassian as he sassed him. Azriel saw Feyre try not to laugh at the absolute confusion on Cassian’s face. 

“Azriel, take him.” Rhys ordered, still trying to intimidate the human. 

“He’s hiding something. Find out what it is. I don’t want anything slipping through the cracks.” Rhys explained in his mind. 

Azriel nodded, grabbed the human, and vanished into shadows. 

Clearly this human could handle it.

[itsphoenix0724]

Promises Pt 2 (Rhysand x Reader)

Summary: You don't argue with your husband often, and never anything as serious as this. However, some things may be too hard to come back from. But, you can certainly try.

Part 1

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Hi loves! Thank you for all the love on Promises! I'm so so happy everyone liked it, and I got a lot of really positive feedback and interactions! Here is the awaited part 2! I hope you all enjoy where I've decided to take it and the ending! As always constructive criticism is welcome!

You found Mor when you arrived at Athelwood. You had reached out to her mind to mind and she came right away. You spent an hour crying collapsed in her arms cursing the world, the mother, the cauldron, and your husband.

You didn’t leave your bed for another two weeks.

Mor tried to convince you to eat, but you rejected the offer every time. All you did was stare grimly between the gap in the curtains. 

Mate. One word, four letters. Who knew such a small word could rip your heart to shreds?  

You couldn’t stop replaying your argument with Rhys over and over. “She is my mate and I don’t know what to do.” and “It's just more complicated” rattled against the walls of your brain like a twisted symphony. You could only shut your eyes and turn away from the dying sun to try to drown out the noise. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The Night Court was in absolute shambles. It had only been a few weeks, but Rhys quickly realized how greatly the absence of his queen was felt across the entire territory.

After his return from Amarantha’s rule, you had shouldered the majority of the workload to give him time to recover. Theoretically, it made sense. He was out of practice and you had been ruling the court for 49 years by yourself. However, he was just now realizing how out of practice he was.

Rhys had never been a particularly good diplomat.

He was a good leader and a fantastic battle strategist, but he needed more patience for paperwork and meetings.

You always did say he could win a war before he understood the workings of city planning.

Now, there was a pile of letters on his desk asking him when the services the Queen had usually provided were going to resume.

He didn’t realize how much you did daily. How much improvement you made over almost 50 years of ruling by yourself.

You had established a grief counseling service for the war, there was a refugee center you helped run for Illyrian women who needed shelter, and you and Cassian even made biweekly visits to almost all of the Illyrian Camps to ensure they were upholding the new laws about wing clipping. You were even fielding talks with Keir in the Court of Nightmares.

You always did hate the way Rhys chose to handle that.

It was the way his father had taught him and his grandfather had taught his father, and even though you hated Keir, you hated seeing the rest of the court punished.

You had established an exchange program of sorts. Apparently, you had allowed a select few merchants to come to Velaris almost monthly to sell their goods, and you had a group of 20 children that would come attend schools in the City of Starlight. The work kept piling up, he had so many letters marked urgent on his desk that he was starting to go cross-eyed.

The only thing that he could think of was that he failed you. He failed his court, and there was nothing but deep unsettling loneliness clawing its way through his ribcage and straight into his heart. The only thing he had been trying to do was reach you. He had been trying to talk to you through your mind but he was met with cool obsidian walls banning him from entry. 

Then, there was the matter of the unanswered mating bond pulling in his chest. 

He never wanted Feyre. At least not in the same way he wanted you.

He never intended to accept the bond, but he wanted to help her. She had brought him back to his family. To his Queen. He refused to let her waste away in Spring. He thought he could use the mating bond as an excuse to get her away from Tamlin, and once she was settled he could break it off and set her free.

He had made the stupid mistake of not being honest with you in the first place.

He didn’t want you to scent the mating bond and get the wrong idea, so he stayed away for the week until he could finalize his plan.

Instead, he made the mistake of not telling you and it seemed like he was having an affair.

It had been a fair assumption to make, given his piss-poor excuse for an explanation, but the thought of being with another person made him sick to his stomach. Running his fingers over the band of your ring he knew he had to fix this. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You distantly felt Mor sit down on the bed. A soft caring hand brushes through your hair as she calls your name softly. You turn, and blink up at her with weary eyes.

She sends you a sad tight-lipped smile before telling you why she disturbed your hibernation. 

“We need your help.” She says it so softly you almost don’t hear her, “Please. The Court is running itself into the ground. Your people need you,” she pauses again like she doesn’t know if she should say what comes next. “Rhys needs you.” You bury your head back into the pillow and allow yourself to relish in the darkness a minute longer. 

“Winnow us to the House, and then give me an hour.” Mor’s face lights up with a blazing victory as she reaches out to grab your hands, and then deposits you in the Oueen Suite at the house of wind.

You flinch at the bright light and want nothing more than to crawl back into bed and wallow in the crushing sadness. 

But you are Queen of the Night Court, and you made an oath to your people before anything else.

You refuse to let them be punished for the mistakes of their stupid High Lord.

The House had run you a bath, and you sink into the boiling water trying to scrub away the remains of the previous two weeks. Once you’re done you sit down at the vanity in your room and go through the motions. You brush your hair, apply some makeup, and put on all the pieces of jewelry that mean the most to you like armor.

It feels like you’re suiting up for battle to go see your husband. The floor-length black slip you chose might as well have been made of steel.    

You do your best to pointedly ignore your bare ring finger. 

You stare at the crown you never quite thought you were worthy of. Of course, the cauldron would make Feyre Rhys’s Mate. She was the curse-breaker and Rhys was the most powerful High Lord in history. 

What were you?

You push the negative thoughts away and rest the crown on your head. You need to focus on your people. They were the important factor here. You stand up and find Mor in the hall, She looks over you with immense approval before winnowing you down to Velaris.

You walk around the city before you face Rhys at the townhouse.

You visit your favorite bakery, you visit all of your charities, and you walk along the Sidra greeting the townspeople as you pass. It fills you with renewed vigor as they greet you with their warm smiles. It makes you feel like you deserve to be here. 

This is your city, nothing can take you from it. 

The door to the townhouse opens for you, and the first thing you smell is the stench of old wine. You wander through the house and find that Rhys hasn’t moved any of the things you made in the kitchen before you left. You found Rhys leaning over his desk. He must be out of it because he doesn’t hear your approach.

He looks tense, the muscles in his back are as taught as a bowstring. His hair looks run-through and ragged even from behind, and you bet if he turned around there would be dark purple half-moons under his eyes.

You clear your throat and Rhy’s head shoots around to look at you. You’re expecting anger, regret, and maybe even resentment to reflect in his eyes. The only thing you see looking back at you is palpable remorse. He pushes back from his desk so hard that his chair knocks over. He rushes over to you and looks like he’s going to wrap you in his arms, but he drops them at the last second. Rhy is staring at you like he doesn’t believe you’re real and his violet eyes have taken on a glassy tint. 

“Hi,” you mumble carefully, not quite sure if you’ll spook him into triggering another argument. You not knowing how to act around your husband is an unpleasant foreign feeling. Rhys clears his throat and lets out a teary sort of laugh

“Hello my darling,” he tries to smile and fiddles with his hands in a way that is so uncharacteristically like Rhysand it makes your heart lurch for him in your chest. “I’m assuming there’s a lot you want to talk to me about.” You nod and Rhys casts his eyes downward before he nods at you in encouragement. 

“Do you want a divorce?”  It’s the first thing you blurt out, but you’re not sure if you want to know the answer. You have to know, you need to know before you can continue on further. If Rhysand was going to rip out your heart again you’d rather him just get it over with already. Instead, he looks up at you with the most alarmed look on his face you’ve ever seen, and he reaches out to grab your hands in his.

He opens his mouth and then closes it again before he drops to his knees before you. 

“No love, I do not want a divorce. I never want to be separated from you ever again,” He presses kisses into your knuckles “Please, let me explain myself.” He looks up at you in permission and you give a subtle tip of your head. “I never wanted Feyre. Ever. I only needed the mating bond to help save her. I was always going to reject the bond after she was safe.” You hesitate, and he can see the trepidation in your eyes. “Please believe me,” Silver lined the bottom of his violet eyes

“But why,” your voice cracked, and the sobs you’ve held in through you’re entire time apart came rushing out of your chest like hot lava. “The cauldron gave you a mate that matches your power. I’m just me. I’m nothing.” Rhys rises from his knees and holds your face in his hands.

Claiming and steady so he can soothe your sobs. 

“Damn the cauldron. I love you to the end of this earth, and the next earth beyond it. I made mistakes, and I handled this situation completely the wrong way. I am so sorry Darling. I am lost without you, when you’re not here I am missing half my heart. Please, come home.” Another sob bubbles up from your throat and your husband pulls you against him, rubbing soothing circles into your back and apologies into the crook of your neck. Once you both calmed down he pulls back from you and offers you your ring. The sight almost makes another sob bubble in your throat. “Well? Could you forgive me?” 

You nod and Rhy’s whole body almost sags in relief at your words as he slips the sapphire back onto your finger. It’s like a void in your soul has been filled.

You and Rhys certainly still have a lot to talk about and a lot to work on, but you know you’ll do it together.

Just like you always have. 

“So, I heard the Court is falling to pieces without me?” You look back at Rhys’s desk in question and he sends you a guilty look in return. He scoops you up in his arms, despite your shout of protest, and starts walking you toward your shared bedroom. 

“Love you don’t even know how lost I am without you, but we can get to that after I’m done thoroughly apologizing to my Queen.” His voice sends a shiver of dark promise down your spine, and you have the settled feeling in your stomach that everything will turn out just fine.