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comic planning/roughs on the clock at work đ ok. this one's still a few posts out though
#god i really do just need to get a tablet or. something#some way to draw digitally on the go bc my laptop is um#at least 200% less portable than your typical old clunky laptop. its a whole ordeal#and as u can see tradish scribbles are barely usable#though i guess it would help if i ever remembered to grab something besides a shite pen at work lmao <-hates pen forever#mad bc i think this one is kind of mid+redundant for what i'd intended it to do bc of how some of the previous ones shifted#but i still gotta draw it bc one of the later ones uses it. buh#when i said these werent chronological or connected btw i lied#though only VERY VERY LOOSELY so. enough to bother *me* if i don't do them in order#but not enough that's really going to be noticeable to anyone else. they're each still intended 99% as standalone.#the arc is very minor but its there. for me. for anyone else it probably just amounts to a couple easter egg references/ consistencies#by the by the pizzaposts before this arent part of the series.#one small quickie thing and one i would...really like to get done sooner rather than later bc i need it out of my system#former's like 70% sketched im just waffling on execution#latter is uh...theres a lot there but it's harder to work on And harder tell how close to done it is.#unrelated its funny how i Always forget brick until i start putting anything down and then its like oh god yeah i can do bg Jokes with him#funny in the sense that one of my webcomic protag oc's is a...spatially similar deal as him [little kid with a big bear companion]#and i ALWAYS forget the bear when im scripting it. until i start messing with the layout and its like fuck theres a bear.#i have to do things with this now. fortunately thus far it hasn't been too hard to adapt#much rambling tonight goodbye. i haev to go block all these damn bots
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catching fire dash simulator
finnicksgirl Follow
my streams have been cutting all season omfg what is going on
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cinnagirl3000 Follow
anybody heard from cinna lately?
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Plutarch Heavensbee circa 2282
revolutionarykatniss
As if itâs not ENOUGH that yall wanna fuck the most morally bankrupt man alive who is more than complicit because he gets paid to live in luxury to ORCHESTRATE the deaths of innocents so that theyâre a spectacle and donât have the option to die even semi peacefully. as if thatâs not enough. You wanna fuck him when heâs ugly?
caesarflickerwoman Follow
anyone else still thinking about how caesar and peeta were kinda ..
czrflckmn
Arenât you the one who had the week long meltdown about peeta being overfamiliar with him
caesarflickerwoman
Well you see Iâm gay and a man now
theeclove Follow
already tired of this fucking season of everlark -_- idgaf about the fucking fog
siblingvictors
DISTRICT ONE GONNA SEND THEM A CANCELLATION NOTICE!! #CASHMEREGLOSS4EVER
czrflkmn Follow
everyone looooooves to act like NOTABLE cishet peeta is so gay w caesar as if his gay cohost isn't right there.... slaying in a wig..... sending yearning glances caesar's way right before the camera cuts......
johannadykeson Follow
tbh sheâs got the WORST taste in allies idek why i continue to stan. girl MAGS?
#my girl going to get slorn :/
katnissgirlsmakedo
She is choosing with her HEART she chose to save peeta in the games REMEMBERRRRRRRR sheâs literally a lovergirl to the core
#lovecore #heartcore #truelove
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Caesar flickerman kidn if a laughing gnome. Reblog
finnickforever Follow
Iâve supported finnick through a lot and defended them and Iâve always been proud they're from my district but honestly they went way too far by doing the salute during the interview. I can only hope that they just got caught up in the moment with everyone else doing it and obviously itâs a stressful situation but I donât think I can continue endorsing them. Iâll be changing my url this week.
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hey guys i know times are tough for everyone and the capital has really cracked down but my mutual @divorceepeeta got flogged the other day and could really use some help. v3nmo here. anything helps #signalboost #mockingjay
disabledmags Follow
Tbh the baby is the saddest thing I've ever heard </3
peetaspride
Another citizen falling for capital propaganda. It's so glaringly apparent that this is made up to draw in views. The tributes undergo extensive medical examination prior to the games. They would NEVER let a pregnant woman compete.
disabledmags
As if killing children has ever stopped them before?
#We all saw him fall to protect her stomach before they even started the victory tour #Is it that ridiculous to believe two newlyweds fresh out of a life or death situation would celebrate a little carelessly?
peetaspride
If you think even the marriage is real you're stupider than I thought. Peeta spends every interview begging us to see his truth. The capital is shamelessly silencing him and "the baby" is a distraction.
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URL CHANGE!! faggotpeeta->peetasbabymama
cupcakeeverlark
this isnt funny. peeta's a real person with real feelings. it will never be funny to call someone a f***** as a joke. how would you feel if my url was f*****peetasbabymama?
peetasbabymama
ok
district420
isnt cupcakeeverlark literally prez snow's 12 yr old granddaughter lol
tendinghiswounds
OOMF IS 12???????????
everlarklovechild
the age is the problem here?
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Canon url đđđ
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New content of my favorite tribute đđđ
3ffietrinket
Girl thereâs a 96% chance they die ?
peenick Follow
getting reports from the presidential banquet that Peeta looks gay as fuck
3v3rlark Follow
ik peeniss has been flagging w the rehearsed speeches but did anyone else see the way they looked at each other in the censored district 11 speech
rues-song
youâre STUPID sheâs a capital pawn AND i fucked your mom while you were busy looking for illegal streams
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rip seneca you were so babygirl </3
plutarchbaby69
so now you think we canât fuck old men?
#this fandom is so ageist #this is prob what I get for blogging about thg tbh since # itâs literally about kids. Some of you ppl need to grow up
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There's Titans Tower but Tim decides to go ahead and set up a Young Justice base as well since someone (it was Jason) ruined his ability to feel safe there and since so many people have the ability to interfere with the security settings of Titan's Tower. Also Damian and his little friends are starting to spend more time there and while Kon doesn't mind spending time with Jon, there is still a significant age gap between Tim's group and Damian's group and neither is interested in one side acting as babysitter for the other. Thus, Tim sets up Young Justice Base. It is a little bubble dome under water somewhere between Atlantis and Themyscira. They have a robot who does the dishes and light cleaning of common areas. Tim calls the robot Mrs. Mac. Cassie calls it Rosie (Jetsons). Kon goes with Rosie Mac to placate them both. Bart goes with BB (for Better than Braniac). Rosie BB Mac is not an advanced AI, she's a tiny bit more advanced than the average roomba. She does, on occasion, have to be pushed out of corners where she's gotten stuck. Bart has to be stopped from taping a knife to her. Bart rips off casinos to help fund the base. Kon goes and mines some asteroids for minerals to sell and use as building materials his part of the funding. Cassie convinces Hippolyta to led them some Amazons to help with the construction. The base may or may not have a blessing from Amphitrite and Hestia. Tim can finally have a place where he feels safe to sleep. Kon and Bart have a place that is their home where they don't feel like they're infringing on the hospitality of someone who feels obligated to them for things that aren't their fault. Cassie has a place where she can stretch and not feel confined or burdened by other's expectations. Anita, Cissie, and Greta absolutely visit. Anita brings the kids. They now have a safe place to retreat to just in case of an emergency. The kids love seeing the fish swim by and think it's just a really cool aquarium.
and if this is the Space Emperor AU then this is where Cassie stores all her ugly dishes with the team's faces on them and where the others on the team store theirs as well. If any of them go missing or get broken then there's a much smaller list of suspects for her to interrogate than if she were to keep them with her mom. Fewer questions as well for any of them to deal with.
Gods, I love underwater bases. Bioshock was a hella fun game to play because it was an underwater city. I've also tried to make a ton of Minecraft bases in the ocean.
Anyways, YJ deserves their own place that isn't associated with anyone else. They deserve either a brand new construction (like this) or a renovated one they found themselves (instead of it being an old space from other heroes). I'd live for the fluff of them slowly making the place theirs (from the weird paintings they hang up, the curtains they bicker over, the plethora of photos of loved ones, the random trinkets each one brings to decorate, etc). This is their home, and they should be able to make it fit them.
I'd also want to see some of the hurt/comfort of Tim finally losing that little bit of tension he never noticed he carries (since he's finally safe. He will be safe. No one can hurt him here).
Kon doesn't have to put on a persona. He's able to relax and simply exist.
Cassie catches herself just watching her friends with a fond smile on her face. She can't get enough of them just being around and being okay.
Bart doesn't have to try to fit himself into what others want him to be. YJ accepts him as he is, no matter what he does or how he acts.
#dc comics#tim drake#dc universe#thank you for the ask!!!!#yj98#kon el kent#cassie sandsmark#bart allen
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#26 for the Cassian thing where reader is an IC member too and maybe them and Cassian have been seeing each other in secret for a while but Cass doesn't wanna tell anyone yet because he doesn't wanna mess up the dynamic or make things awkward for the rest of them but then all the stuff happens and Nesta comes along and reader's just sad and pissed because they're worried Cass is in love with Nesta now and secret plot twist oh no reader knows them and Cass are mates but it hasn't snapped for him yet so reader is losing it inside but obviously they can't tell any of their closest friends because Cassian still wants it to be a secret
even if you don't want to write this I hope you're having a great day/night â©
Forever Tied - Cassian x Reader
Hello hello đ„°
The original prompt list I reblogged has disappeared for some reason so now I have no idea what #26 actually was but I did my best with the request you sent me so hopefully this still works, sorry Anon! I've made it extra long to make up for it!
Hope you enjoy!
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Rhys was trapped Under the Mountain and there was nothing you could do to help. You had crumbled upon hearing his voice in your mind that last time, having no idea what this meant for your friend, your court, or even for Prythian. You hadnât even realised you had fallen to your knees until a familiar, warm body had knelt next to you and pulled you into their shaking arms.
Cassian had been in the city centre of Velaris when he had heard, all plans for the day disappearing as the realisation of what had happened hit him full blast. Without thinking, he flew back to the House of Wind, unable and unwilling to process this alone. Although, subconsciously, there was really only one person he wanted to be with in that moment. Azriel would have distanced himself upon hearing the news, Amren was at her apartment, and Mor was at the town house, leaving only you in the House of Wind.
He stumbled in his rush as he landed on the balcony and raced inside. His heart broke even further at the sounds of muffled sobs that echoed towards him. In a blind haze he followed the sounds and found you on the ground, as though your legs had completely given out, unable to bare the weight of what had occurred. Without thinking, Cassian was beside you, pulling you into his arms as he rubbed soothing circles across your back, despite the way his own hands shook as tears threatened to burn at his eyes.
Your breathing eventually evened out, the only trace of your tears were the tracks along your cheeks and the redness of your eyes. Turning in his arms, you looked up at Cassian as though only just properly noticing that he was the comforting, warm presence that brought you back from your distressed state.
âWe have to do something,â Your voice was a croaked whisper, âI know he said he put up a shield, but there has to be something we can do to help.â
The shaky inhale of Cassianâs breath told you enough. He didnât think there was anything that could be done. Truthfully, you didnât either.
You looked at your friend in awe as a singular tear streaked down his face, followed by another, and another. In all the centuries you had been friends, the sight of the male in front of you crying was one you had very rarely witnessed.
âCass,â You lifted a hand to his face, gently brushing away his tears. Cassian was always the one who held everyone and everything together, and if this was the one time he openly showed he needed someone else to keep from falling apart, you would more than willingly be that person for him. âItâs going to be okay, alright? Weâll figure something out. And Rhys⊠well, itâs Rhys. Heâs going to be just fine.â
The watery smile you gave him didnât quite meet your eyes, the expression quickly replaced with alarm as Cassianâs breathing quickened, eyes screwed shut as though trying to compose himself. This you had never seen. Cassian completely losing control, his body shaking against yours as sobs escaped his throat.
âHeâs gone,â The strangled sound that came from him had your heart splitting in two. âAmarantha, she willâŠsheâs alreadyâŠâ He couldnât seem to find the words, or couldnât bear the thought of saying what was running through his head with Amarantha being involved.
âWeâll get him back.â You soothed, hands reaching up as you guided his head into the crook of your neck, fingers running through his dark wave of hair.
But he wasnât calming, if anything, Cassian found himself spiralling further and further out of control, the emotions and the âwhat ifsâ sending him into a state of panic where even your comforting presence could do nothing to sooth his hyperventilating breaths, the tears, and the shaking that racked through him.
âCass?â You pulled back, trying to force him to look at you. âCassian? Hey, I need you to open your eyes, just focus on me, okay? There you go. Now just take in one deep breathe, alright? Just one, thatâs all I need you to do. Okay, and again. Youâre alright. Weâre alright.â
Cassianâs hazel eyes stared into yours as you talked him through his breathing, your hands soothingly moving up and down his arms as you knelt in front of him and offered a comforting smile as you watched his panic slowly ebb away.
âY/N, IÂâ" Cassian started, eyes wide as he gulped and continued staring at you. Before you could blink or react in anyway, he was surging forward; one hand coming up to rest at the back of your neck, the other was gently placed on your thigh, and then his lips were hurriedly pressed against yours. You stilled and tensed in his grasp, it was all too much after everything else that had happened, but still⊠Maybe a distraction is what you both needed. So instead of pulling away, you leant into him, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him even closer, and kissing him back with such an urgency that a moan sounded in the back of his throat.
âY/N,â he muttered against your lips, forehead resting against your own, his breath brushing across your face as it came out in heavy pants.
You just shushed him, also refusing to move too far away. âI know, itâs fine. Just a distraction.â
He looked at you for one more blink and then hungrily pressed against you, this time lowering you to the floor, his muscled body hovering over yours as you lost yourselves in the moment, desperate to forget what had happened and all that was yet to transpire.
*****
Afterwards, you lay on the floor next to one another in the, now dark, room. The combination of your heavy breathes were the only sounds that broke through the silence.
Cassian let out a sigh followed by a chuckle, âWell that was one hell of a distraction.â
You turned your head to look at him and let out a quiet, breathless laugh. Yes, it had been a momentary distraction but now what had happened to Rhys, to Prythian, hung heavy in the room. Cassian turned on his side, leaning up on one arm as he faced you, taking in your still flushed, blissed out expression that now had something akin to pain creeping across it.
âHey,â He gently grabbed your hand and soothed his thumb across the back of it. âLike you said, weâre alright. And we will get him back.â
You nodded at him then pulled yourself up, tugging your shirt back on before throwing Cassian his discarded clothes.
âCome on, we should find the others. Try to figure something out.â
*****
And that was that.
There was no mention of what had happened between the two of you. No comment on the fact that it had been, without a doubt, and despite the current situation you found yourselves in, the best sex either of you had ever had.
No, even when it happened again three weeks later, and then one week after that, and four days after that, again, and again, and again, it remained an unspoken agreement between the two of you. That momentary distraction where you could lose yourselves in the pleasure of one another and forget about the mess you were left to deal with.
That was how it worked for the next few years. You and Cassian falling into a routine of comfort that you were unable, unwilling, to get from anyone else. You had no idea if the rest of the Inner Circle were aware of what was going on; in terms of your friendship, nothing had changed, there were just additional benefits that came with it now. It didnât mean anything more.
That is, of course, until your routine had morphed into something that felt like it was on the precipice of something else.
The sex was just as mind-blowingly passionate, however, there were now some instances where it was a bit slower and less frantic, more whispered words and lingering touches. Where the two of you used to chat afterwards, an armâs worth of distance between you as you slipped back into your normal friendship until the other one left to return to their own room, you now found yourselves wrapped up in each otherâs arms, hands softly caressing skin until you both drifted into a restful sleep.
Which is where you now found yourself; wrapped up in Cassianâs arms as he softly snored against you, hand tightly holding onto yours and legs tangled together. You eased out of his grasp, careful not to disturb him and lent against the headboard with a sigh. Usually, you would wake the next morning, offer a small smile, then get on with your day, Rhysâ absence still a clear focus for you all. However, lately you had found yourself letting your mind drift more and more, especially in moments like these where Cassian was still beside you and the bubble you lost yourselves in was yet to be broken.
Each and every time you hated yourself for it, guilt taking over until you forcefully pushed the thoughts away, but you couldnât help but think that, at some point, you all needed to continue your lives and break away from the standstill existence you had been in since Amarantha took over.
You would never say it out loud, but as the years went on, you had lost all hope of ever getting Rhys back. And if that were the case, and as much as you wished it werenât, at some point you had to start living for yourselves again. Deep down, in the dark and quiet moments when you awoke and the house was fast asleep, you knew exactly what you wanted that life to look like.
You let out another sigh and looked at Cassian, softly brushing some stray hair away from his face and taking the time to really study his sleep-softened features. You hadnât meant for it to get this far, but after centuries of friendship, and now the years of intimacy you had shared, the love you felt for Cassian had grown and taken form into a whole different avenue of affection. You were in love with him. You loved him and your heart ached at the thought of it because if you allowed yourself this one bit of happiness into your life, the solidarity and support that Cassian provided, then you couldnât help but think of it as forgetting about Rhys and the torture he had been enduring whilst you were slowly and deeply falling head over heels with one of your best friends.
The worst part of it was that you were certain Cassian felt the same way about you. The way he held you and touched you, the words he whispered into your ear as you were both tangled, panting messes and then the dazed murmurings that were uttered into the silence afterwards, the longing glances he would give you when the others werenât lookingâŠ
What had started as a desperate distraction and pure, physical need had grown into something so much more meaningful and intimate. And yet you both refused to acknowledge that it was anything other than sex as a means to cope with the instability in your lives.
âHey,â You hadnât realised Cassian had stirred, his gruff, sleep-filled voice tearing you away from your thoughts.
âY/N?â Your expression pulled in confusion at the sudden worry in his voice as he sat up and grasped your hand. âY/N, whatâs wrong?â
It wasnât until his fingers were reaching up to brush away the tears on your cheeks that you realised you had been silently crying.
âI⊠I donât know.â You said with a slight sniffle.
âOh, sweetheart,â Cassian pulled you into his lap, your head resting on his chest as he pressed kisses to the top of your head and rubbed soothing patterns across your back. The unfairness of the situation had you stifling a small sob, Cassianâs embrace reminding you of exactly what you were missing.
âWant to talk about it?â He murmured into your hair, followed by another kiss.
Whether it was the build-up of emotions or your complete and utter exhaustion, you didnât know and didnât care. You sat up in Cassianâs arms, desperately looking for any form of confirmation that what you were about to say wouldnât ruin everything, then took a deep breath.
âThisâŠwhatever this is between us, I canât keep doing it. Not how it is now,â You were too caught up to notice the heartbroken expression that flashed across his face.
Cassian had willingly fallen into this arrangement and would happily continue to do so if it meant he could pretend, even for just a few hours a day, that you were his, and he was yours. There had always been a part of him that had been completely and utterly in love with you. And then when he found out Rhys had been trapped by Amarantha, his emotions had been a surging mess, so he acted on instinct and a selfish need for the upmost form of comfort and risked it all by kissing you. Now the thought that this one bit of joy he allowed himself was being ripped away, another thing he would be losing, sent his heart racing as he waited for the final blow of your words.
âIt hurts too much.â You continued, looking down at your intertwined hands before pulling away.
Cassian looked up at you in confusion, âWhat hurts too much?â
âThis. Us,â A shaky laugh escaped you as you gestured to the empty space between you, throwing all caution to the wind as you said, âI canât keep pretending that this isnât anything more than a distraction. Not when I have fallen so deeply in love with you that the thought of neverâŠâ
You were cut off by Cassian all but picking you up and kissing you with such passion that you couldnât stop your toes from curling or the small whimper that escaped your throat.
âYou love me?â His voice was breathless and gravelly, barely above a whisper. You opened your eyes, his forehead rested against yours, eyes squeezed shut as though trying to hold onto the moment.
âYes.â
A joyful laugh sounded from him and reverberated through you as his lips found yours again, tongue trailing along your bottom lip before you parted them for him.
Your mind was racing yet you couldnât form a coherent thought, pulling away in a desperate attempt to catch your breath.
âGood.â
âCass?â
âGood. Because I have loved you since we first met and I canât lose you, not now.â
You grinned at him before pulling his face down to meet yours and slamming your lips to his. You had thought that maybe, just maybe, he had been starting to feel something that was more than friendship too. But the idea of him loving you for that long made your heart skip a beat and had butterflies fluttering up a storm in your stomach.
âI feel horrible,â You admitted, quick to clarify at the affronted look Cassian gave you. âIt just feels wrong, like weâre betraying Rhys. We donâtâŠwe donât even know if he is alive, Cass. I want this, with you, more than anything. But it doesnât feel right while everything is soâŠâ You trailed off, unable to meet his gaze as Cassian watched you with a look of contemplation.
âSo we donât say anything. We can keep it between us, at least for now. Weâve gotten this far without the others asking questions. I love you, so much, and as much as I want everyone to know, I get what you mean. So we donât say anything until we get him back. And we will get him back, I know we will. Alright?" You nodded; eyes wide as you grasped his calloused hands in yours.
âBesides, I basically sleep here every night anyway. Nothing will really change between us, just that I can now tell you and show you that I love you, instead of having to force the words down every time you so much as look at me.â A blush spread across your cheeks at his words and the wink that followed, but you didnât care to hide it, instead simply giving him a dazzling smile that sent his heart racing.
He pulled you in for another kiss, murmuring âI love youâ as he guided you back down onto the mattress.
âI love you tooâ" But a loud yawn escaped your mouth, cutting off the rest of your words and sending you into a small fit of giggles.
âAlright, weâll continue this tomorrow,â Cassian now laughed with you. âCome on, itâs late. Get some sleep.â
You wrapped your arms around him, nuzzling your face into his chest, the comforting and familiar scent had you drifting off in a matter of minutes.
*****
Cassian had been right, not a lot in your dynamic had changed over the years after that night, other than the giddying comfort of knowing that he was yours, and you were his. You werenât foolish enough to think that the others hadnât picked up on the slight shift, especially when Cassian had waltzed out of your room one morning only to come face to face with Azriel. You just assumed that they thought you were sleeping together, nothing more.
Then when Rhys returned, you had been, obviously, overjoyed. Not wanting to bombard him with too much on his first night back, you and Cassian had decided later that night once you were back in your room, to hold off on saying anything about your relationship until Rhys had settled back in.
Then everything else had happened.
The arrival of Feyre and her sisters. Hybern and the cauldron. The war and near fatal injuries spread throughout your tight-knit group. It was all too much.
You and Cassian had been discussing back and forth for months: do you tell them or keep hiding it. Ultimately, keeping your relationship secret is what you always landed on. Honestly, you werenât sure if you were just finding excuses at this point to keep yourselves in your happy little bubble when so much threated to burst it.
Initially, you hadnât wanted to rub your relationship in Rhysâ face when he was so clearly pining after Feyre who wanted nothing to do with him. Then their mating bond clicked, and you didnât want to take away or overshadow their happiness with your own. The threat from Hybern felt like you would be playing with fire; if the King of Hybern found out⊠it was too great a risk when your enemies could use it against you.
Between it all, you still found time to be together; not once did the love you felt for one another falter. But with each excuse, and with each passing month, the decision wore on you more and more.
And then Rhys asked Cassian to take on Nesta.
You felt for her, you really did, but the time and energy Cassian put into helping her had a pit forming in your stomach. At the end of each day, when you were tucked tightly into his chest and his sweet nothings were whispered across your bare skin, you felt silly for ever thinking that he was losing interest in you. Yet, that feeling lingered just that little bit longer with each passing day and with each moment spent away from him when he was, instead, occupied with her.
*****
You had been away in the Summer Court the night that Nesta had hallucinated about being back in the cauldron. After you finished reporting to Rhys upon your return the following night, he had told you what had happened with her silver flames and how Cassian had managed to bring her out of it. With worry for all of them, you got back to the House of Wind as soon as you could but couldnât find Cassian, Azriel, or Nesta anywhere. It wasnât until later when you were getting ready for bed that there was a knock on your bedroom door. What you didnât expect was to find Cassian on the other side of it, you werenât sure why he suddenly decided to start knocking on the door to the room you had shared for the past 50 years.
With a quizzical look you pulled him inside the room and lent up on your toes to press a soft kiss to his lips that had him instantly wrapping his arms around your frame to pull you in tighter against him.
âI missed you,â he murmured against your skin, trailing lingering kisses down your neck that had a soft moan escaping you.
âI missed you. Rhys told me what happened here, are you alright? Is Nesta?â
Cassian pulled back, pressing another kiss to your lips then the tip of your nose before grabbing your hands and leading you to the couch by the fireplace.
âThatâs what I wanted to talk to you about,â You remained silent, your doubt erupting in you as you waited for him to continue with bated breath. âWe moved her to a closer room, next door to our, your, room, so that if something like that happens again one of us will know straight away.â
Cassian pulled back slightly, studying your features as though waiting for a reaction. You expression remained impassive; you could feel the other shoe about to drop and wanted him to tell you without beating around the bush.
âBut,â He sighed, lifting your hand up and pressing a kiss to it, âI think, just for now, at least until things calm down a bit, I should go back to sleeping in my old room.â
âNo.â
âY/N â â
âNo, Cassian,â You were shaking your head at him, not caring if you sounded needy or whiny or any of it. âThis is the only time we can just be us. Itâs already hard enough with keeping it a secret from everyone, I canât lose this.â
âWe decided, together, to keep this between us, thereâs too much going on. And I donât think Nesta will appreciate hearing us through the wallsâŠâ You cut him off with a scoff.
âAre you fucking serious, Cass? Are you worried about everyone finding out, or are you worried about Nesta finding out?â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âI never get to see you because youâre always with her. And now, because of her again, everything that our relationship is needs to go on hold? Itâs not fair that after 50 years all I get is a few hours at the end of the day and to be kept your secret from everyone we care about.â You spat the word, all your emotions and fears finally bubbling over, however irrational they may be, but you had had enough.
âSweetheart, we agreed that itâs for the best that we keep this between ourselves â â
âWell, I donât agree anymore, Cass. I donât want it like this. And donât condescend me.â Your voice had a sharp snap to it. You needed something. Needed something other than the heartbreak that you could feel fast approaching; and a fight sounded like the next best thing.
âIâm not being condescending,â You could sense Cassianâs temper rising. âYou canât suddenly be angry because youâve changed your mind without saying anything to me. And Nesta has nothing to do with this, itâs for...â
But the rest of his words became a blur at the sudden, incessant tug that pulled at your chest; that pulled you towards the male in front of you.
He was your mate.
Cassian was your mate.
You couldnât do this, not now when you were in the middle of a fight. Not when Cassian didnât even seem to be aware â or seem to care, a small voice taunted â of what had just happened. You needed to get away from him, to calm down and think before it could get even more out of hand.
âCassian, just⊠Whatever, itâs fine. Iâm tired, so just go back to your room, okay? Weâll figure the rest out later. Iâm justâŠtired.â You finished lamely, voice cracking slightly as you watched him look you over, his frustration still evident, before walking out and loudly shutting the door behind him.
You slumped down, holding your knees to your chest as the sobs began. You had thought, had hoped, that Cassian was your mate. But this wasnât how it was meant to go. Not mid-fight, with him having no idea of the bondâs existence while telling you he no longer wants to share your bed.
Having been so caught up in your thoughts and the overflooding emotions, you missed the flickering of shadows that darted around you. Moments later there was another knock on your door. Wiping your eyes, you called out in a chocked voice, âcome in,â assuming it was Cassian.
Instead, Azriel quickly opened the door, closing it just as fast, before taking in the sight before him and making his way over to you.
âY/N?â You could only sniffle in response, gratefully leaning against his side when his arm wrapped around you. âYou alright?â
You remained silent for a few minutes, focusing on Azrielâs comforting hand brushing up and down your arm as you worked to control your breathing and halt your tears.
âIâm fine.â Your voice was hoarse and not at all convincing.
âWant to try that again?â You sent your elbow into his ribs, making the Shadowsinger chuckle before pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head.
With a sigh he asked, âThis has nothing to do with the fact that Cassian is suddenly sleeping in his room for the first time in, what? 50 years?â
You gaped up at your friend in shock and at a loss for words.
âYou knew?
âOf course I knew. I live here too, remember? As subtle as you might think youâre being, Iâve got these,â His shadows danced around, reminding you that it was stupid to even entertain the idea that Azriel wouldnât know.
âOh,â A fresh set of tears filled your eyes and you stared intently into the flickering fire.
âCan you please take me to the town house? I donât⊠I canât be here.â Despite the late hour, you knew he would do anything for you in a heartbeat. While you and Cassian had been friends for decades before anything more had happened, you and Az had been close from the start, instant friends as soon as you had met.
âOf course.â
He waited for you by your bedroom door as you pulled together a small bag of your belongings, not knowing when you would be back.
âReady?â
âReady.â
You didnât turn to give the room that held so many memories a final glance as you shut the door behind you and followed Azriel out onto the balcony.
*****
Thankfully, the town house was dark and empty when you arrived, giving you the space and silence to process your thoughts and feelings. You had thanked Azriel for flying you over and had said a quick goodnight before you walked inside and headed upstairs.
Sitting on your bed, you vacantly stared at the wall, lost in thought as the minutes ticked by. You jumped at the sudden dip of the mattress beside you, only to find Azriel sitting there fixing you with a look of concern, a steaming cup of tea extended towards you.
âThanks,â You murmured, taking a sip and revelling in the slight burn as the liquid went down your throat. âI thought you went home.â
âNot yet. Didnât want to leave you alone like this.â There was a beat of silence before, âDo you want to talk about it?â
âNo,â
You let out a weary sigh, content on sitting in silence but your thoughts quickly became too much, and you found yourself blurting out, âHeâs my mate.â
Azriel whipped around to face you, shock coating his features.
âWhat? They didnât tell you?â You gestured to the shadows that skittered around him with a sad smile.
âFor how long? I thought you were just sleeping together.â He trailed off, giving you an uncharacteristically sheepish expression as you let out a somewhat bitter laugh.
âIt started that way, when RhysâŠleft,â You whispered, revelling in finally telling someone even though it may well be over. âIt was a distraction from the shit show that was going on, but then it just kept happening.â Azriel remained silent, letting you talk.
âA few years in, I realised I had fallen in love with him,â you voice cracked but you kept going, âThen he told me he loved me too. Said he had for a while.â
Azriel chuckled lightly, âThatâs an understatement. He was infatuated with you from the moment you met. I knew something was going on or something had at least happened when he suddenly stopped talking to me about you whenever you werenât there.â
Tears rolled down your cheeks at his words, but with a look and a comforting squeeze of his hand, you let out a shuddering breath and continued, âThat was five years into Rhys being gone, and weâve been together ever since.â
âFive years into⊠But Y/N, how? That means for over 45 years, the two of you have beenâŠâ You sniffed as he put the math together and watched as his eyes widened at the realisation. âHow come you never told us?â
âWe felt guilty that we found some type of happiness together when Rhys was trapped â â
âHe wouldnât have cared. He would have been happy for you; for both of youâ Azriel interjected.
âI know,â You smiled sadly, âBut it just didnât feel right. And then he got back, and everything with Feyre and Hybern happened â it was never the right time.â
You could tell he was still confused, hurt even, about the two of you keeping your relationship private for so long, but he didnât push you.
âI donât know how I missed it.â He said, seemingly to himself.
âYou only half missed it,â You joked, nudging his arm to try to ease the tension in the room. âWe tried to act the same, things were just different when we were alone.â
âWhen did you realise you were mates?â You inhaled sharply, your earlier fight rushing back to you.
âTonight. We were arguing and I just felt this tug and knew. He doesnât know â at least I donât think he knows.â You voiced your doubts, the weight of them getting the better of you.
âIf he knew, he would refuse to leave your side. It just hasnât snapped into place for him yet.â You gave your friend an appreciative smile and lent your head on his shoulder.
âIâm so tired.â
âGo to sleep. Iâll come back in the morning to check on you. Youâre alright here?â
âThanks Az.â He pressed a kiss to the top of your head before leaving the room; leaving you alone to finally mull over the fight, your emotions, and the fact that Cassian was your mate.
*****
âWhatâs up with you?â Mor plopped into the seat beside you, handing you a glass of wine that you gratefully took.
âNothing,â You quickly murmured as the others traipsed into the dining room. You were aware of Cassian edging towards you and held in a sigh of relief when Azriel suddenly appeared in the seat on your other side.
It had been a week since you left the House of Wind to stay at the town house. A week since your fight with Cassian when you realised exactly what he was to you. Yet you couldnât bring yourself to meet his eye. Despite his best efforts to get you alone over the past few days, you conveniently managed to slip away every time. Tonightâs family dinner was the closest you had been to him all week, the realisation only making your longing for him even more dire â especially now that you were aware of that insistent tug that pulled you towards him.
Dinner was no different to how it usually went, except for the fact that you hardly said a word, opting to keep your eyes focused on the food in front of you. You were so caught up in your own thoughts that you didnât notice that Cassian also didnât utter a single word throughout the meal, the only difference between you both was that his eyes were fixed on you, not his plate.
You jumped up as soon as everyone had finished eating, wanting to help clear the plates so you could get out and go home as soon as possible, not wanting to prolong the night for any longer than it needed to be. Too bad for you, Cassian was acutely attuned to your movements and jumped out of his seat seconds after to help in a desperate attempt to have at least one moment to talk to you.
Filling the sink with hot, soapy water, you sensed, rather than saw, Cassian follow you into the kitchen, body tensing up as he silently walked to your side. You worked in silence, scrapping dishes, washing plates, drying, and putting away. Cassianâs eyes were fixed on you, brows furrowing further with every passing moment you continued to ignore him.
âY/N,â His voice was quiet, unsure. So different to his usual tone that it had you involuntarily turning to face him. Your heart stammered in your chest, the longing and hurt and confusion that had been tearing you apart in your time away from him threatened to burst as you finally met his hazel stare. âAre you⊠Are we okay? You just left and I had to find out from Az that youâre staying at the town house and now you can barely even look at me.â
His words came out hurried, frantic, as though if he spoke any slower you would disappear. Guilt flooded you at the hurt you found in his eyes, but your anger was still very much present, the lingering fear of him choosing Nesta over you held too strong for you to succumb to those feelings of guilt.
âI just need some time.â Voice barely above a whisper, you inwardly cursed as your vision blurred over with tears.
âTime for what? Y/N I donât know whatâs going onââ
âYou both okay?â
Neither you nor Cassian heard Azriel approach, both turning to gape at your friend who hesitantly stood in the doorway.
âFine. Just fine.â You pushed past him on your way out, not giving Cassian a second glance as you entered the spacious loungeroom to say goodnight to everyone. A few moments later the pair walked in after you, you missed the loaded glances they shared, not privy to the hurried conversation they had after you left the kitchen where Cassian had all but begged Azriel to intervene, to allow him the chance to finally talk to you.
âHey, Y/N?â You turned to look expectantly at Azriel. âDid you still need me to fly you up to the House of Wind for that book?â
âOh. Yeah, if thatâs alright?â In your rush to get away the night you left you had forgotten to pack the next book you had been planning to read.
âDoes tonight work? If youâre just about to head offâŠâ
âSure, I was just going to goâŠhome.â Your voice trailed at the end, willing the blush away as you kept your head held high. You felt as though you didnât know what home was anymore.
âGreat, Cassian was just about to leave as well. Heâll take you up there.â With a clap to Cassianâs shoulder, Azriel sauntered over to where Rhys and Amren were talking, brushing off their questioning glances as he pointedly ignored you, allowing no room for dispute.
âOhâŠâ
âIs that alright?â You tensed at Cassianâs voice, glancing over your shoulder to find his wary eyes on you. It wasnât like you could say no, it was not alright, without making a scene. You would be having words with Azriel the next time you saw him; judging by the slight smirk he was wearing, he seemed to assume just as much.
âErm, yes. If thatâs okay?â Cassian simply nodded before gesturing to the front door and, after another quick goodbye to everyone, you found yourselves outside. Another fumbled moment, then you were held tightly in Cassianâs arms with the rush of the crisp night air and an uncomfortable silence engulfing you both as he flew you towards the House of Wind.
You couldnât stand the awkwardness. It had never been like this between the two of you and you hated that this is what it had come to. The relationship you shared, whether that be friendship or more, it had always come so naturally. Now you were faced with a stilted, tense atmosphere, not quite knowing what to say or where you stood. Then there had been the fight. Sure, you had argued before, after decades of knowing each other, you were bound to come into some disagreements along the way. But you had never had a fight like this, where you had both been so riled up, fuming at the other to the point where you had both stormed away and then not spoken for days. You hated it.
So caught up in your thoughts, you missed the slight detour Cassian was taking you on, only noticing once you were placed back on your feet and found yourself in the middle of the training ring, rather than the usual balcony that led into the house itself.
âWhatâŠâ
âWeâre hashing this out. Right now.â
âYou want toâŠfight?â
âWhat?â Cassian did a double take, as if just connecting the location with why you would think that. âNo, I donât want to fight. Thatâs the problem, we are fighting. This just seemed like the most private place to work things out.â
You eyed him hesitantly, not knowing what you wanted your next step to be, especially when the urge to wrap your arms around him and inhale the scent that was so him, the scent that had become home, was so strong.
âSo, words or swords?â Your eyes snapped to Cassian as he fiddled with the one of the discarded swords you usually sparred with.
Words
You wanted words. To talk this all out and be done with it, whichever way that turned out to be. But then an image flashed across your mind; an image of Cassian standing up here with Nesta, hands guiding her into the correct form, fingers shifting along her own to straighten her hold on the bladeâŠ
Without a single word, you walked to where Cassian was and hauled your own blade up.
âOkay then.â There was a slight smirk on Cassianâs face as he followed behind you into the centre of the training ring. The quirk of his eyebrow was all you needed before you were moving towards him, swords meeting with a clash that pierced the night.
You didnât think about the moves you were making, giving way to centuries of refined and well-practiced instinct. Cassian was stronger, you knew he would hold out for longer, but you were well matched for now. Both of your foreheads started to sheen in sweat, pants of exertion echoed alongside the clank and clash of swords, and as you moved around and against one another, you finally let out all of your pent-up emotions until you had nothing left.
âI canâtâŠI canât do this anymore.â You gasped before dropping the sword and falling to your knees, tears streamed down your face at the sudden emotional outlet. Cassian was by your side in an instant, his sword dropped to the ground in a ricochetting crash.
âY/N,â His voice was alert, on-edge, eyes dancing over you as he tried to work out what was wrong. âAre you hurt?â The frantic tone now had sobs racking from your chest, shaking your head you surged forward, wrapping your arms around his neck as you cried and cried and cried. Without a second thought, Cassian had his arms around you, pulling you into his lap as he softly caressed your back and whispered soothing words into your ear.
He stayed silent, giving you the time and space to calm down and filter through your thoughts. Not once rushing you or demanding answers after a week of uncertainty.
âIâm sorry, Cass. Iâm so fucking sorry, for everything. I justâŠâ At least you managed to get a few words out before you were overcome with tears once again. You werenât sure what they were for at this point with so many thoughts and scenarios racing through your head: the fight, Cassian being your mate, Cassian getting close with Nesta, Cassian leaving you, Cassian leaving you for Nesta, and then you being forced to watch them be together, knowing you couldnât stand the thought of him not being in your life, in whatever capacity you were granted.
âShhh,â He soothed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he softly rocked you back and forth. âItâs okay, itâs okay.â
With a deep breath, you nodded against his chest in an attempt to compose yourself. Noting in the position you were in, you could have laughed if you werenât feeling so empty and deflated; this is how you had both gotten into this in the first place, all those years ago when you thought you would never see Rhys again â both of you with your arms around each other, crying and saying everything was going to be okay. Only this time, you werenât so sure if the strength of your relationship would hold.
âPlease, talk to me, Y/N. Whatâs going through that head of yours.â
You couldnât take not knowing what was going to happen any longer. So with a final sniffle, you leant back, sitting on the ground beside him and pulling your knees up to your chest as you held your arms tightly around yourself.
âI donât know where to startâŠâ
âWhat about when you decided you wanted the others to know?â There was no malice in his voice, only gentle concern that prodded you to continue.
âIâve always wanted the others to know,â You ignored Cassianâs slight indignation, âBut it was never the right time, what with everything that was happening then, and everything thatâs happened since. It felt like the right decision at the time, it felt safe. It was nice knowing that this was just for us when so much was going wrong. But I want to be with you outside of our room. I want to be able to hold your hand and walk through Velaris, kiss you in front of our friends, not pretend that you donât mean the world to me, because you do Cassian.â
He remained quiet, letting you talk and giving you the space to get everything off your chest but the lingering presence of his hand drawing soothing circles across your back had you feeling grounded. âI love you and the thought of losing you has been tearing me apart.â You winced at the tremor in your voice, gaze fixed on the ground in front of you.
You didnât dare mention the fact that you were mates. Not yet. He deserved the chance to properly say what needed to be said, without the cauldronâs interference tying him down if he did, in fact, want to leave.
âWhy do you think youâre losing me?â Cassianâs voice was quiet and contemplative, as though processing everything you had said but not quite connecting the dots. The kiss to the side of your head had you inhaling a shaky breath and you forced yourself to will away the tears that threatened to spill.
âWeâve been so distant lately; we never get to see each other. And, look, I know itâs for Rhys, but Iâm away all the time, and youâre always with Nesta. Then the other night when you said you didnât want to share our room anymore, and that you were afraid she would find out⊠I donât know, I guess it all just became too much.â You could feel his eyes on you but the blush burning your cheeks had you refusing to meet his gaze.
A moment later, Cassian softly said, âI never said I didnât want to share a room with you, believe me, I want to spend every moment I can with youââ You made a noise of protest, but Cassian gently shushed you before continuing. âBut Rhys and Feyre need Nesta to be okay and heâs given that job to me. I shouldâve spoken to you about it first or explained it better when I said I was going to sleep in my old room. But you saw what Nesta was like before we got her up here, I didnât think her seeing, or hearing, us together would be all that helpful â especially when she was using sex as a way to cope with everything.â
âOhâŠâ You felt stupid. Stupid and selfish and completely undeserving of the amazing, considerate male beside you.
âAnd,â Cassan continued with a playful nudge of his shoulder, âYou have no idea how much I want everyone to know about us. No idea how hard it has been to not tell everyone that this amazing, brilliant, strong, kind female is mine. And just how hard it has been seeing other males so much as look at you without being able to say anything to them.â
You still couldnât tear your eyes from the ground in front of you, but Cassian noticed the soft smile tugging at your lips.
âCauldron, if you want, I can fly us back to the River House right now. We can tell everyone exactly whatâs been going on, you can kiss me in front of all of our friends then we can go into Velaris, Iâll even let you hold my hand as we walk around.â Another playful nudge had you softly chuckling, eyes finally darting over to look at Cassian. Your heart faltered at the expression on his face, the complete love and adoration that laced his features as he watched you, his own mouth pulling into a smile at the laugh he managed to pull from you.
âYeah?â Your voice was still slightly hoarse from your previous tears, but it was a touch lighter. You felt lighter.
âYeah.â Cassian stretched his legs out in front of him, wrapping one arm around your waist as he pulled you closer to him, leaning back on the other.
Still, some doubt lingered. It couldnât be this easy. Things were never this easy.
âSo, youâre not going to leave me?â You couldnât remember the last time you felt shy in front of him, and you hated yourself for asking, hated that he might think you weak, needy, pathetic â the words raced around, threatening to send you into a panic.
âNever,â That one word had you relaxing immediately. âYou would have to force me to leave you, and even then⊠Iâm not going aware, Sweetheart.â
You could have melted at his words. You swore you did as you leant against him, letting out a small sigh of relief, a breath you had been holding for days, weeks, months.
âY/N?â His voice sent a shiver down your spine, the words whispered into your ear as his breath fanned across your skin. âCan I please kiss you now?â
You tilted your head up to face him, a small smile gracing your features as he slanted his lips over your own and you immediately felt as though you had returned home.
Pulling away all too quickly, your lips desperately chased his, only to receive a playful peck in response before Cassian was helping you to your feet.
âCome on,â
âCass?â You laugh was laced with confusion, yet you followed him anyway, watching as he picked up the discarded sparring swords and placing them back alongside the others.
âWhat? Weâve got some news to share,â He stole another quick kiss as he laced your hands together.
âNow?â
âYes now,â He mocked with a playful grin, âI donât want to waste another moment, especially when it has you feeling as thoughââ
The abrupt stop to Cassianâs words had the smile slipping from your face as you took in his wide eyes and startled expression.
âCassian, whatâs wrong?â
âY/N⊠YouâreâŠâ He let out a disbelieving laugh as he continued to stare at you, drinking in every feature, every miniscule detail and expression that crossed your face. Turning your head, you tried to look around for the cause of his sudden change in demeanour, only to be met with gentle, yet calloused, hands cupping your face, urging you to meet his gaze before his lips were pressed over yours again.
Despite the confusion, you gratefully accepted and leant into the kiss, relaxing as his arms draped around your waist and as you let your fingers travel up his neck before tangling into his hair. Cassian was breathing heavily when he pulled away, you could hear the pounding of his heart as he pressed his forehead against yours. His eyes remained tightly shut, the feel of his lashes fluttering across your skin sent your own heart fluttering in response.
Then he mumbled something incoherently; too quiet and smothered for you to even begin to comprehend.
âHmm?â You asked, pressing a lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth as you ran your fingers through his hair.
Another murmur had you pulling away, eyebrows furrowing as you took in his dumbfounded expression and the way his eyes were still tightly shut. But there was now a smile tugging at his lips.
âCass?â
âMate. Youâre my mate.â His eyes snapped open, revealing complete, utter joy as he stared at you with wonder and bewilderment.
Oh. Right.
âAnd youâre my mate.â At least you didnât have to keep this to yourself any longer.
Cassian tilted his head as he processed your reaction and the way your lips spread into a soft, loving smile.
âYou knew. You already knew.â Although his voice was laced with exasperation, his face held nothing but love and giddy excitement, eyes bright as he met yours. You sent a wave of affirmation down the newly linked bond, watching with joy as Cassianâs eyes lit up even further at the sensation. You knew you were grinning just as stupidly back at him when you felt a tug of your own filled with nothing but love.
The two of you stood there grinning and staring at one another as though seeing the other in a new light. Then you were both moving, arms a flurry as they desperately wrapped around the other, lips meeting in a loving and passionate kiss that only intensified with each tug that raced down the bond, igniting the need for more, so much more.
A gentle tap from Cassian and you were quick to jump up, wrapping your legs around his waist as his arms held you tightly against him. Through the kisses and moans and soft sighs, somehow Cassian found himself moving, walking the two of you to the door that would lead you inside and to your room.
âWait,â You pulled back, gasping for air as you leant your forehead against his, legs still tightly wrapped around his middle. Cassian was panting just as heavily, waiting on your every move and word. âKitchen.â
The suggestive grin he shot you went straight to your core, the feeling only amplified as he attached his lips to your neck. âI think I like where this is heading,â A soft moan sounded in the back of your throat as he tugged on your earlobe, then he was walking again, albeit very quickly, towards the kitchen, his lips back on yours.
âNo, idiot,â Another moan had your breathless words halting immediately. âFood.â
Now Cassian pulled away, looking at you through the haze of love and lust, now tainted by a hint of confusion.
âFood,â You continued, pressing a kiss to his lips before trailing along his jaw and returning the favour with a tug on his earlobe. âFor the mating bond.â
You felt Cassianâs body tense against you, âYouâre going to accept it?â
âYesâŠâ you said tentatively, not quite understanding the need for his question because what other answer was there?
The intensity in which he kissed you had him stumbling back a few steps, arms wrapping even tighter around you to keep you in his arms.
âDid you think I wouldnât?â Your gaze softened as you took in his uncertain expression, as you felt it through the bond.
âNo, I donât know. I just thought⊠I mean, youâre⊠Do you really want to be tied to a bastard-born IllyâŠâ You cut his words off with a sharp look and a deep kiss that conveyed exactly what you thought of what he had just implied. Then you were sending every ounce of love and affection that you could muster towards him, heart melting as his expression changed and with the way he looked at you whilst processing the raw, vulnerability of the emotions surging down the bond.
You pressed a soft kiss to his lips, barely more than a lingering peck before saying, âPlease can you let me give you some food now? Iâve been keeping this in all week.â
âAll week? Youâve known about this sinceâŠâ
âIt snapped during our fight,â You shrugged, not wanting to relive it now that you had finally reached this point.
It was Cassianâs turn to pull you into a tender kiss before you found yourself overwhelmed by the new sensation of his emotions landing right above your heart.
âI think we can hold off on telling the others for just a little bit longer.â
âI think youâre absolutely right,â You tapped his arm gently and he placed you back onto your feet. Lacing your fingers with his, you pulled him into the kitchen and made him take a seat while you went about putting a plate of food together.
âBesides,â You continued, suddenly remembering Azrielâs involvement, âAz already knows. So Iâm sure the others have put the pieces together by now and will steer clear for a few days.â
âA few weeks more like.â You grinned at the slight growl in his voice and the hunger in his eyes as his gaze remained fixed on you.
âHere,â Your voice was almost breathless, stomach fluttering with excitement and nerves as you pushed the plate towards him. Cassian briefly glanced down at it then, with a look of well-honed restraint, he slowly stood and walked over to you, pulling you in for a kiss as he murmured, âI love you.â
âI love you too.â
Without tearing his eyes away from you, Cassian reached across the table for the plate, eating everything on it as you remained transfixed on one another, basking in the feeling of the bond you shared growing stronger and stronger until, at last, everything felt as though it had finally fallen into place.
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Hello how ya doing? I'd like to req smth if you'd please. Could you do a Megumi x reader fic? Where the reader is a new student (maybe joined weeks after Nobara) and they're super shy and they rarely come outta their room except for trainings, missions etc. And it was during one mission with the first years that reader started bonding with them more and so the four of them start to hang out more and reader slowly expands her comfort zone or smth and Megumi always makes sure they're comfy outta the comfort zone. This seems ooc but I hope you get the idea thanks!
thank you for the ask baby! i hope you're gonna like it <33
âౚà§Ë notes > megumi x you. megumi is just a grumpy sweetheart fr. you're shy ^^ tell me if i missed anything!! ^^ ౚৠwarning : you may have butterflies in your belly while reading this!! đ àŁȘË ÖŽÖ¶Öžđ
you never considered yourself as someone who was necessarily outgoing. ever since you were a little child, you've always found peace in being alone. not lonely, just alone.
you liked not having to interact with people. let's be real, your social skills weren't that great, but you still managed. it's not like you lived in a cave, anyway.
you were just introverted, like almost half of the world population. it was not that big of a deal.
however, you were really shy. it was something that you couldn't deny. sometimes, you'd look at extroverted people or just people with great communication skills and you'd envy them. before remembering that nothing was wrong with your shy nature.
but when you arrived at a new school as a new student, your shy personality multiplied. you didn't know anyone there.
you felt like you didn't belong here. and especially because there were only a few students, you were being looked at. stared at. watched. people knew each other here, so of course the newest addition was the new interest.
however, the silly white-haired man, who introduced himself as your teacher at your arrival assured you that you'd eventually make friends. hey, his students were kind after all ! they'd take you under their wing at some point. "just wait." he told you.
so in the meantime, you just stuck with him. or he stuck with you actually. gojo found your demeanor endearing. sure, his personality was the total opposite but he'd adapt to you. he didn't want his new student to feel bad in their new environment.
eventually, he learned to calm down and chill when he was around you. his hyperactivity toned down, as surprising as it was.
but you still felt weird. you hung out with your teacher. because you didn't have any friends yet. that was definitely embarrassing for you.
gojo quickly noticed. he wasn't a fool. so he let go a little and left you alone, only checking on you when you were in your dorm.
you should be thankful that he let go a little, because hanging out with your literal teacher can be a little humiliating. however, it was even worse when gojo left you on your own because you didn't have anyone else to hang out with. you were alone again. and you didn't like being alone in front of others. you felt judged.
so you barely left your dorm. you only got out for training sessions and missions. and it was enough for you. you just didn't find anything interesting to do alone, anyway.
however, during a particularly rough mission with the first years, you got closer to megumi, yuuji and nobara. before that mission, you knew the trio and even thought they were intimidating.
yuuji literally cohabited with the king of curses himself, megumi seemed always unfazed by everything and nobara was confident.
but they didn't bite. you noticed it during that mission. a curse almost got you but megumi helped you and yuuji took care of the creature on his own. nobara was still fighting.
so, you eventually became part of their little trio. you were now a quartet. as for your silly teacher, you grew used to his overwhelming personality and even liked it. gojo could be serious when needed.
you began to hang out with them and that's when you finally felt like you belonged to jujutsu high. you even felt home because they were here. you looked up to them and they looked out for you.
you were the most grateful for megumi. despite his reserved nature, he always tried to make you feel safe no matter where you were. when the little group was around big crowds, he'd always wrap his hand around the back of your neck to guide you and not to lose you. and you were the reason for his new little habit. nobara, yuuji and gojo would always look at you two with a little smirk.
"you guys comin' ?" yuuji called, eager to watch the latest movie with jennifer lawrence. "give us a minute." nobara sighed as she rolled her eyes. "go ahead, we'll catch up to you." gojo nodded towards yuuji, hands in his pockets.
yuuji didn't need to be told twice and disappeared into the sea of people. after a minute, you made your way through the crowd with your friends. it was easy to find your way since your teacher was taller than most people.
but your heart skipped a beat as you felt megumi's hand wrap around yours sneakily. his fingers intertwined with yours and he held onto your hand tightly. you looked up at him, expecting him to be already looking at you but he was looking forward. was that a little rosy tint on his cheeks or were you seeing things ? "hold tight." he murmured. your hand instinctively clutched around his.
you weren't going to let go for a second.
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Divine - Kelley O'Hara x Reader
Summary: Request was along the lines of Kelley x Reader where R is like divinely attractive. like the sun always hits her perfectly and everybody is in love with her. maybe she catches her teammates watching edits of her?
A/N: it was a request and then it was on the poll from ages ago and then i told @wosobullshit that i would write it so yeah. ta-da!
No one on the team is really sure how you do it.
It seemed like no matter what was going on around you, you managed to look perfect at all times, at least in your girlfriendâs opinion.
Doesnât matter if you just finished running the beep test, or played a full 90 in a torrential downpour, or had just rolled out of bed for one reason or another. You always looked like you just stepped out of the pages of a sports magazine, even when you were forced to wear the hideous Portland jerseys.
The thing is, your girlfriend, Kelley, canât even explain it but sheâs more than willing to stand and stare and enjoy the view.
Currently, she and the rest of the team are watching as you help some of the trainers set up the cones for a drill and for some reason it seems as though no matter how you turned, you seemed to catch the light perfectly.
âChrist,â Sonny says, whistling lowly, âthe fans might be right about Y/N.â
Kelleyâs quick to reach out and swat at her young friend, âHands off Sonnett.â
âIâm just looking.â
âNo looking either!â
Unfortunately for Kelley (and the rest of the team) her voice travels just enough to be heard by the coaching staff, who are quick to rush them onto the field to get practice started.
Throughout practice, you do feel more eyes on you then normal but you brush it off as the training staff wanting to keep an extra close eye on you since you were still bouncing back from an injury. Of course, you noticed Kelley staring but that isnât really anything new as you catch her staring at all hours of the day.
Thereâs also the cameras that feel like they're constantly on you. Which is weird to you but you push through and get on with the drills.
That afternoon when everyone has been loaded back onto the bus and youâre on your way back to the hotel, you notice the eyes on you again and youâre also pretty sure you hear someone whispering about the vein popping out on your forehead but youâre too busy arguing with Crystal to care.
âNo, Y/N/N, thereâs no way that youâre trying to tell me that âHit Em Upâ is a better diss track than âNo Vaseline,ââ Crystal says, ââNo Vaselineâ is the diss track.â
A very important topic of conversation.
You shake your head fiercely before speaking, âPac started the song by saying and I quote âthatâs why i fucked your bitch you fat motherfuckerâ then ended it by making fun of Prodigy for having Sickle Cell. Cube didnât say anything that brutal.â
âCube also didnât need 3 of his friends to back him up in his beef,â Crys shoots back.
âHe was beefing with the dudes that helped make him famous! HE DIDN'T HAVE ANY FRIENDS LEFT TO BACK HIM UP!â
The two of you have been having this argument on and off for weeks. Always over the same two songs and there is no doubt in your mind that your teammates are sick of hearing it. Especially the ones that have to put with you in POrtland and with the national team.
âHelped make him famous?!â
âYes!â
âSeriously?!â
âYes!â
The two of you are both leaning across the aisle, glaring at each other at this point, faces so close together that anyone else wouldâve found it uncomfortable but the two of you had grown up together and as such were unfazed by it.
Out of the corner of your eye, before you or Crystal could continue, you noticed Kelley and Sonnett sitting in the back row glancing at a phone, then back at you, then back to the phone before giggling.
âIâll get back to you in a second, Dunny, this isnât over,â you say before getting up and heading towards your girlfriend.
It's not that hard for her to spot you coming, being in a confined space and all. The whole tall and tattooed thing you have going isnât really beneficial to sneaking up on people either. BUt your height is currently working in your favor because it means you can easily see the way both Kelley and Emily scramble to hide the phone (and its screen) from your view.
âHi, baby,â Kelley says when you reach them and drop into the seat across from them.
âYeah, âhi babyââ Sonny mimics, earning an elbow to the gut from her fellow Georgian.
âThatâs not suspicious at all,â you mumble under your breath. âAnyway, I was wondering if the two of you troublemakers made any plans for tomorrow or if Iâll actually be able to hang out with my girlfriend at some point this camp.â
âYou can have her, Y/N/N, Iâve been trying to get rid of her days,â Emily jokes.
Laughing at the offended look on Kelleyâs face, you press a kiss to the side of her head before heading back to argue with Crystal.
The next day, you and Kelley are basically attached at the hip, or more accurately, the hand with the way sheâs been dragging you from place to place the entire time.
And now after much convincing (read: whining) from you, youâve finally got her to agree that a nap is a good use of your afternoon.
Thereâs only one issueâŠ
âBabe, the key to a successful nap is having your eyes closed.â
âMy eyes are closed.â
âThey arenât,â you say.
âHow do you know my eyes arenât closed? Youâd have to have your eyes open to tell.â
âI can tell,â you say, still not opening your eyes, âbecause I can always tell when youâre looking at me. Even in the worldâs most crowded room, the feeling of your eyes on me is unlike any other. So close them so I can sleep.â
A soft kiss is placed on the underside of your chin and thereâs a bit of shuffling as Kelley tries to get comfortable. You let her squirm for about 30 seconds before you tug her firmly against you.
âYea thatâs enough of that,â you say. âAnd for love of God, stop staring at me.â
âYou say the sweetest things to me when youâre tired.â
âMhmm, love you too. Itâs time to go night-night now.â
âThatâs the tone you use with Charlie,â Kelleyâs voice is indignant.
âShhh, itâs time to go night-night.â
Thereâs some grumbling from the older woman but you ignore her in favor of going to sleep.
When you wake up from your nap, Kelley is nowhere to be found which isnât very surprising. Luckily you know exactly where to find her or so you thought.
The walk to Sonny and lIndseyâs room is a quick one but you get turned away at the door by LIndsey who tells you that neither Frat Daddy is inside. She tells you that they said something about the social media team but you instantly decide you want nothing to do with that.
So instead you head off to find your best friend.
Marcel.
But to find him you need to find his mother, an easy task especially when all you have to do is follow the music. Which leads you down the hallway to the room where the PTs are set up.
Walking in, youâre not surprised to see Crystal on one of the tables getting a massage, while Lynn plays with Marcel on the ground. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Uncle sitting on the other table getting her hands looked at, but you donât pay any attention to that. Instead you walk in and pick your little homie up.
âHey,â Lynn calls out.
âSorry Lynnie,â you say, âMarcel and I have some very important business to discuss.â
âHeâs one!â
âGracieâs corner is incredibly serious stuff, Williams. Crys, Iâll come find you when he needs a diaper change.â
You hear small chuckles from Lyss and the trainers but youâre mostly focused on the way Crystal grumbles her breath while shoo-ing you out of the room.
As you leave you can just mak e out the voice of one of the trainers saying, "It's like she doesn't even know she's doing it."
Whatever that means.
You spend the next 30 or so minutes wandering around the hotel, alternating between letting the toddler run ahead of you and carrying him while he mushes his fingers against your face, babbling on about whatever 1 year olds like. You make sure to respond when he pauses, wow-ing or asking him simple questions to encourage him to continue.
Eventually, the two of you make your way down to the conference room thatâs been converted to a common area for the team.
The amount of heads that immediately turn to face you makes you slightly nervous and the nerves only worsen when you see Kelley and Sonnett once again shoving their phones behind their backs.
Rolling your eyes, you go and ploop yourself and Marcel down next to Charlie, finding the company of the two toddlers more entertaining than that of your teammates.Â
Unnoticed by you though, both of the kids' mothers as well as a member of the social media team taking photos of the three of you. Thereâs also a few unheard comments directed at Kelley that may or may not have something to do with baby fever.
Life at camp continues in the same manner for the next few days with you going about your business while your girlfriend, her goofball friend, and the social media team continue to act strangely.
It all comes to a head one day after training.
The media manages to corner you before you get on the bus and they ask you to react to a few tiktoks that fans have made about you.
It takes you all of 3 seconds before you realize what youâre watching.
âAre all of these thirst edits of me,â you gasp, not removing your gaze from the screen. âThis one is captioned: Iâd let Y/N Y/L/N tie me. NEVERMIND!â
You manage to get through the next 5 minutes.
You stutter and blush and sweat your way through all 5 but you manage to make it through.
Not all the videos are as sexual as the first one, some feature clips of you with Marcel and Charlie but it still makes you very very uncomfy.
When you get on the bus, youâre greeted by the sight of most of the team grinning at you like maniacs, clearly already knowing what just happened.
âWhoâs idea was that,â you ask, still standing up front.
No one speaks, so you groan before beginning to trudge your way to your normal seat across from Crystal.
On your way you notice the way both Kelley and Sonny canât seem to hold back their giggles, so you pass your normal seat and go and sit with them instead.
âThe two of you arenât nearly as funny as you seem to think you are,â you say, dropping into Kelleyâs lap.
âBut we really are,â Sonnet laughs while poking you in the back.
âYea itâs not our fault that the entire internet thinks youâre divine. Iâm not going to be the one who argues with them.â Kelley leans up to press a kiss to your cheek but pouts when you lean away then stand up. âI love you,â she tries.
âLove you too.â
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Breathe For Me
LandOscar x Reader
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst
Dialouge: "It's okay, you can rest. We've got you. Just Breathe."
Summary: Marks on your soulmates skin appear on yours. Oscar and Lando hope they find whoever it is before they run out of time.
Warnings: SELF-HARM, Alcohol, scars, blood, panic attacks,
Notes: This is Part of my 1000 follower event. Feel free to click the link and throw me a request!
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It's not every day you meet your soulmate. It's certainly not rare, but it also isn't an everyday event and is supposed to only happen once. If you're Lando Norris, then you get to go through it twice.
Originally he thought only one. I mean, maybe his souldmate is just clumsy. That is not the case however, because Lando has more scars, cuts, bumps, and bruises then anyone else he knows. He would be fine with it if he wasn't on national television all the time.
Max and Charles were lucky and found each other in Karting. Max had a bruise on his face from his dad and showed up to the race with it still getting darker. Charles had one to match. Now they're happily in love and the public doesn't now (is what they tell themselves).
So Lando finds himself stuck in between a soulmate who bruises every occasionally and on who gets scrapes nearly every day. He feels for whoever the first is because Lando is clumsy and is always running into things. Between himself and whoever the latter is, he probably is already exasperated.
Aside from his family, Carlos is the first person to notice. He double checks nothing is happening in Lando's own life that is causing all the marks. He assures happily that he's clumsy and the two soul mates certainly don't help.
Lando has heard of people carving names and addresses into their arms to find their destined partner. He lets it happen naturally. It's supposed destiny and who is he to rush it?
Daniel admits to an extreme worry of Lando. The older driver kept a close eye on him and Lando has to reassure him non-stop that he's clumsy, but it's not that bad.
He soon realizes that it's not the bruises Daniel is worried about, it's the scars. When his sweatshirt sleeves roll up the red lines are visible. It's something he's gotten used to over the past couple of years, but he dosen't think about it when he's not being filmed.
They cover a good amount of space on his body. Biceps, collarbone, thighs, stomach, and shins. It wasn't that bad until 2021 when it got significantly worse. It's stressing him out if he's being honest with himself.
He's is pieces when Daniel tells him he's losing his seat. No other driver lined up yet. Another teammate gone.
Daniel reassures him that Oscar looks like he'll make a good teammate. Lando is skeptical. Oscar is younger and a rookie.
The first time he meets Oscar is at the MTC. They shake hands, two sets of sleeves role up and Lando can't help but stare.
They match. Their wrists are completely identical.
They don't talk about it until a while later after spending the off season getting to know each other. They determined in Febuary they would be really close friends. It obviously escalated and now Charlotte keeps tell him to make it less obvious.
He's nit afraid to say he's weak for Oscar. A calm in his storm of emotions. The one person who can get him to actually rationalize his anxious thoughts.
In 2023, three rookies came to the grid. One of them being a female driver for alphatauri and a good friend of Oscar's. She then consequently became a friend of Lando's.
Which would be so terrible if Lando didn't know for a fact she's hiding something. She's shy and closed off to everybody unless it's him or Oscar. Mostly because he's forced his way under her skin.
"There is something about her, Osc. I can feel it in my bones."
"Are you sure it's not the cup of milk you downed getting to your head?"
"Rude!"
Oddly enough, it's max who approaches them about her later. He'd gotten to know her through media things and race weekends and often asked Lando about her or vice versa.
He pulls Oscar and him aside early one morning in the paddock. Oscar is still half asleep and Lando doesn't know what's happened until Max slides their sleeves up.
The ones they decided to wear to the cameras didn't pick up the fresh scar close to their elbow on their forearms. Completely identical to each other.
"You said you have another soulmate right?"
"Yes?"
"I think I might know who it is."
This is how Lando and Oscar find themselves in front of her hotel room door after the race. A DNF that wasn't her fault had ended her race early. Max had been about to go get her himself, but Lando and Oscar had said they would. If Max is right then they have a higher chance of getting through to the female driver.
Max sent them with the key card he has to her room. The one he forced her to give after he found her last night with a blade in her hand.
They knock out of curtosey first. No answer, as expected, but at least they tried. Maybe Sheâs asleep? Lando knows thatâs probably not the case but he really doesnât want to and see what is most likely happening. If the sting on his thigh says anything, itâs definitely not sleep.
Oscar keys the door open and hesitantly steps inside. Lando follows right on his heels. The lights are off and he would probably think it was empty if it werenât for the visible blob of blankets in the corner thatâs sobbing violently. to close to hyperventilation for Landoâs liking. He takes immediate action and pulls her out of the blankets.
Immediately, he keeps her body from curling in on itself so her chest is open and can get air easier. Oscar manages to find a lamp switch. Sheâs a wreck. So incredibly broken that Lando doesnât know where to start.
âBreathe.â Is all he can come up with. "It's okay, you can rest. We've got you. Just Breathe."
Somehow he coaxâs her to sleep. Him and Oscar combined manage to get her to bed, wrestle her shoes off, and bandage what they could see without removing clothing.
Oscar practically forces Lando into the be with her and he takes the floor. Heâd said heâd take the floor with him, but Oscar claimed that Lando is the lighter sleeper and would know if she moved at all. Curse his soulmate and his logical thinking.
She manages to sleep until five in the morning. This time she just cries and huddles closer into Lando.
âIâm sorry you have to see me in such a state⊠I didnât know you were stopping by.â
Lando maneuvers then int a sitting position. He then takes a pillow and throw it at his lover on the floor. Oscar stirs and groans.
âMust you.â
âYes, Itâs funny.â
Oscar makes his way up onto the bed and looks immediately like heâs going to fall asleep. Lando consequently throws another pillow at him.
âYou should know somethingâŠâ Lando starts. He doesnât finish because the word are not doing what he needs them to. They jumble on his head and he canât figure out where to start.
Heâs entirely to grateful for Oscars presence. âMax thinks that the three of us are soulmates.â
Lando was thinking it would be like the first. Realization followed by smiles and laughs. This is not that. Instead itâs panic. She defends into the depths of her mind as she studies the match scars, even revealing her own identical one.
The pain, embarrassment and shame are written all over her features. Sheâs mumbling through some kind of an apology.
âBreathe.â He repeats. He says it over and over again until itâs all her own mind can hear.
Oscar looks gutted and lost. Heâd helped Lando through many panic attacks, but this is completely different.
âI didnât think I would ever find you. The doctors had tried to cut me off because it was a mistake since there were two. They said I wasnât supposed to have one.â
Are the two boys shocked? A tad. Why would a doctor do that?
Lando doesnât get time to ask as she pulls out a bottle of medication from the drawer in the nightstand. Itâs stuff heâs heard of, but never actually seen. âThis has been suppressed to sever the connection, but it hasnât worked. They said to take it in higher doses at smaller intervals until it stops.â
She pops open the lid and pours a couple into her hands. Thank goodness for quick reflexes because Lando goes to get the ones in her hands, and Oscar goes for the bottle. She's too focused on Lando to notice the Aussie who manages to swipe it from her.
"Why didn't you ever say anything?"
"Didn't feel relevant."
"But this is incredibly dangerous! I've heard most people who do it end up -" Oh. It dawns on him why she's doing this to herself. The connection between them was already rough for her. She had been trying to 'fix' it like her doctors said. Had been told her entire life that the people who are fated to lover her unconditionally won't because she is nothing to them.
"How long have you been taking the meds?" Oscar's voice is so careful. The Brit would love to swoon, but it feels impolite at the moment.
"Years. They've tried everything. Put me on different kinds and change the dosage."
"Thirteen?" Lando whisper asks. His voice was barely audible. The small nod from the female confirms it. That's when the first scars arrived.
Lando places his hands on either side of her teary face. "You are not a mistake. You have never been a mistake. We've been aching for you. Scared maybe one day there wouldn't be any more marks and the implications of it. I've wanted nothing more than to tell you for years that you are loved and wanted."
He didn't even notice his own tears. Everything is just so overwhelming at the moment. They came so unexpectedly that it almost startled him. Screw Oscar and his ability to be amazing emotional support. The hand on Lando's knee is the only thing keeping him grounded.
They don't let her go until Max comes to get her. She's flying to do some filming with him. Neither of the males want to let her go, so they donât. They end up flying with her since McLaren hasnât filled their schedules.
But then they donât leave. They spend every moment possible reminding her she is loved. That they want her. That nothing between them is a mistake.
Soon the scars start to fade.
But have no fear, Lando is clumsy enough to make up for it.
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My best friendâs sister-part two//t.c.
Warnings: teasing, mention of masturbation, sneaking around, public bathroom sex, female receiving oral sex, fingering, squirting
âI need you, Timmy.â y/n whispered. Her hand softly rubbing his thigh under the table.
He grabbed her hand, stopping her, âWe canât. Are you crazy? Your brother and your whole family is here.â he released her hand, shoving it away before anyone could notice.
âTimmy, please.â she begged, her voice barely audible. She put her hand back to his lap, moving upwards, grazing over his crotch.
He stiffened in his chair, trying his hardest to not get the attention of anyone else in their party. âY/n.â he warned, looking over at her with a glare.
âI know.. but canât you take me somewhere?â she leaned in closer to him, but keeping a safe distance to avoid any type of suspicion. âSomewhere private?â
It had been a week since Timmy took y/nâs virginity. He wasnât too nervous about seeing her again at Trentâs birthday dinner. He figured that what happened was merely a one time thing and they would probably never speak of it.
He hoped that it was a positive experience for her and she would be more confident in her sexual exploits going forward. They could still be friends. She could still be just his best friendâs sister. As long as he kept his visions of that day out of his mind. That could be a real problem, especially considering heâd thought about her as he jerked off the morning before the party.
âHey, hey, my man!â Trent called out to him as he came into the restaurant. He got out of his seat to dap up his best friend.
Timmy smiled as he hugged Trent, slapping the birthday boy in the back. âHappy birthday, brother.âHe looked up, noticing y/n sitting next to Trentâs girlfriend, talking to her. Her eyes met his, and he felt the electricity between them. It was something he hadnât felt in a really long time. Trentâs little sister. This was not good.
âWe saved you a spot next to y/n, buddy.â said Trent, adding, âWeâre gonna order soon.â
Perfect. âGreat, thanks man.â he could do nothing but take his place next to y/n at the table.
âHi.â she said softly as he sat down.
âHey, itâs uh-been a minute, how are you?â he asked, sitting down and scooting his chair in, then looking at her.
She smiled, âGood. Yeah, good.â she absentmindedly ran her fingers through her hair. Timmy could see the color coming into her cheeks. âYou?â
âPretty good.â he nodded politely, smiling with his mouth closed. Their shared gaze held there torrid secret, but those around them would never guess. They would be phenomenal actors.
......
Y/n couldnât get enough of this moment. Sitting next to him, she could almost feel the heat from his body. She thought him day and night, and only of him.
"Somewhere private?" she asked, slyly putting her hand on his thigh under the table. Her body wasn't turned to him, no one would even know that they were in each other's conversation. She had been trying to tease him throughout dinner without anyone noticing. Timmy was resisting, but she knew he would give in. She could feel it.
He turned his head, saying lowly, "And how would you propose that? At your brother's party?"
Y/n hummed, crossing her arms over her chest as Timmy resumed his other conversation. Out of nowhere, she blurted in her normal voice, "Timmy, be a gentleman and escort me to the bathroom, please?"
He looked at her, shrugged his shoulders, "Sure."
She got up from the table and lead the way through the busy, crowded restaurant.
"Very inconspicuous, y/n." he said sarcastically, walking only a step behind her.
"Oh, don't worry. No will suspect a thing. They're not paying attention to you or me. It's all about golden boy Trent."
"What do you think he'd do if he knew I was fucking following you to the bathroom?" Timmy asked in hushed tone as they approached the women's restroom.
"It's a crowded restaurant, and I just wanted to feel safe having someone look out for me. And you're like a big brother to me, Timmy." the last sentence was a tease that she said with a high pitch.
He outwardly grimaced with a shudder, "Never say anything like that again."
"I was only kidding." she giggled, grabbing the door handle, "Come in in like ten seconds when no one is watching."
He rolled his eyes, mocking her, "No, no I'll make sure all eyes are on me." He watched the door close behind her, then stood in front of the door, like he was blocking other's from entering. He felt like a great protector for a moment. In all seriousness, he'd do anything to protect y/n. He really did care for her, and he hoped she knew that.
There was a soft knock on the door behind him, "Timmy? Are you still there?"
He smiled, turning and opening the door quickly and joining y/n in the bathroom and closing the door.
"Oh, good, I thought you had just left me hanging." she admitted, brushing her hair over her shoulder.
"I wouldn't do that to you." he held his hand out to her, which she took and he pulled her close.
"Do you want to do this, Timmy? Do you want me?" she asked, putting her hand on his cheek.
"I want you." he assured her with a firmness in his voice, he squeezed her hand, adding, "I haven't stopped thinking about you since that day." he put his arms around her waist.
She let him close the space between them, she blushed and said, "Me either. I want to keep doing this. If you want to, I mean. We don't have to be boyfriend and girlfriend. It can just be sex."
He sighed, "Is twenty-eight too old to have a friends with benefits?" he chuckled. He looked down at her, "What are you doing to me?"
They held each other for a second, then he put his forehead on hers. She grinned, speaking softly, "I think a better question would be: what are you going to do to me?"
Timmy smirked, picking her up by the waist and setting her on the counter by the sink. He hands snuck up her dress, quickly pulling her panties down. He then parted her thighs and tucked his head between them.
Y/n, gasped as his warm tongue plunged between her folds. She was already wet, just anticipating this encounter. Waiting and wanting him for days, thinking about the way he was with her, so gentle but still the dominant force. It had all bubbled down to this moment. Finally, she could have him again.
His hands kept a firm hold on the outside of her thighs and he flicked his tongue over her clit over and over. He suckled at the tender nub, stimulating her to the point of making her shake.
Y/n grabbed a fistful of his curly hair. She let her head drop back as she felt the waves of pleasure run through her body. She held herself up, using her hands to anchor her on the cold surface of the counter. Her pussy throbbed, and she bucked her hips against his mouth. His fingernails dug into her legs, possibly leaving marks on her skin to last several days. Perfect, she wanted to be reminded of what he had done to her.
Timmy pushed back a little, looking up at her as he attacked her sensitive clit with his fingers. He rubbed circles there, and massaged back and forth, driving her crazy. He loved the way she moved in reaction to the pleasure he was giving her. It excited him to know that no one had seen her this way but him. No one had touched her like this. He was the only man to ever be inside her, using his fingers or his cock.
"Be a good girl and come for me, y/n. We don't have much time before they get suspicious out there." He warned, pumping his fingers steadily and curling them inside of her.
"Mmm." she cried, grabbing his wrist. "Feels so good." she cooed.
Timmy tucked his two fingers inside her, pumping and curling. He used his thumb to toy with her clit as well.
"Ahh!" the initial reaction to her orgasm was loud, but she stifled her own sound quickly, remembering that they were in a public restroom. She took a minute to calm down, placing her hand on her chest, feeling her heartbeat return to normal as she came down from her high.
"Ha, you made fucking mess." he said in amazement.
She looked down, seeing his hand covered in her cum. She felt really wet between her legs as well. "I squirted? Holy shit."
"Yeah, 'holy shit.'" Timmy said, still in disbelief, he shook his head as he looked at his soaking fingers. He then looked at her, standing up.
Y/n put her hands on his chest, holding herself up.
He put his hands on her waist, leaning in and kissing her hard. He pulled away, saying, "We gotta get out of here." He then grabbed some toilet paper and commenced to wiping her clean between her thighs.
"Oh, thanks." she said, shyly, letting him dab up her mess.
He threw the soiled paper away and washed his hands before helping her off the sink counter.
Y/n brushed against him, feeling how hard his cock was, she looked down, noticing the creasing around his crotch. "Timmy, you're so hard."
"Yeah, um," he opened the door, clearing his throat awkwardly, "you go on back to the table. I'm gonna head to my place. Just make up something as to why I had to leave. Come over, soon, please?" his hand brushed her arm as he pleaded with his sweet green eyes, his chocolate ringlets falling in front of them.
She nodded, "Of course. I'll leave soon, I promise."
"Good girl. I can't wait to see you." he gave her a subtle nod before walking away, leaving the restaurant.
Y/n made her way back to the table, feeling giddy from head to toe over the effect she had on Timmy. She made sure to come up with two good excuses for the evening: one for Timmy having to depart early, and one for her to leave by herself.
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Pick the picture(s) that you're drawn to the most, then scroll for their corresponding message about what your soul tribe will love about you.
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Pile One
The traits that your soul tribe will love the most about you, are the aspects of yourself that people may have told you were "too big". You could be reduced to someone who's "very dramatic" or overly sensitive, but I'm seeing that in the eyes of your soul tribe, you're very adorable and witty. Emotionally, they're going to make sure that you're taken seriously, by being there for you when you need comfort and support for the things that you worry or are upset about, while still offering balance in this relationship by not infantilizing you. What's really sticking out to me is that that they're not going to be annoyed by you being happy. I know that sounds weird, but to break this down a bit, you could generally be someone who has a lot to offer, enchantingly attractive, but with no control over who it is that you're attracting. You could have experienced a lot of people that may have tried to dim your light by being pestered by your humanely traits like being excited for something, being social and knowing how to communicate, getting compliments on your appearance and talents, and maybe even just breathing (I'm not kidding, people are weird like that) but your soul tribe will be the backbone in the kind of support that you need around you, they're not going to be intimidated or jealous by your vibrant personality and the attention that you get in life, they're going to celebrate you and genuinely treat you like you're someone they want to be around. They'll always be there to help you win and applaud you for what you achieve, but they'll also love you enough to hold you accountable for things or to assist in unpacking conflicts whether it be external or internally. It will feel like a real family, where this isn't any anxiety, and that interacting with each other is like this flow of peaceful and orderly harmony. You won't have to hide from them at all.
Pile Two
Your soul tribe will tremendously appreciate your fierceness. I'm not talking about loving your grit, assertiveness, and darkness when it benefits them, they will love you whole as you are because the key theme in the foundation and lesson of your relationship is duplexity. You have the gift of helping people find their way back out of rock bottom both physically and mentally. Your insight is something fresh and unique that they don't get from anyone else, and it's usually always the missing piece that helps shift their entire mood and focus in an ironically positive way, no matter how how screwed up things may look for them. They love how you have their back and in return you'll finally have people who will reciprocate that instead of getting scared and ditching you when things are rough or when they can't gain anything from your hurdles. They'll love your humor and how you inspire them to have more confidence to not let people walk over them. Interchangeably, you use your imperfections to elevate each other in a way that's both equal. Another interesting trait about what the good qualities of you and your soul tribe, is how you don't keep each other stuck, even if you guys reach a disagreement, you will always find a healthy and peaceful resolution that will move you guys forward and stronger as a team.
Pile Three
What your soul tribe will love about you are the traits about yourself that you may feel are not identifiable. You could feel like because of your lack of experience in life that you have a dull personality, but your soul tribe will see you as someone with so much depth and will happily and effortlessly uncover your layers and help you discover your inner mogul. Almost every outing that you guys have will be out of the ordinary, or you will find yourself to be not as mundane as you thought. You could notice how you tense you've been in your day to day activities once you start hanging out with your soul tribe. You're going to feel more relaxed and no longer have this idea that you have to give in to the pressure that people put on to you. You could have had a lot of obsessions with perfectionism, and they want to release you from that. You could have had this attachment to restricting yourself because you feel that it's more likeable or acceptable to be this way in fear of being judged for letting loose, but your soul tribe is going to love what they see on the other side of when you finally just let go and allow yourself to be complex as you are instead of just one way.
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fem! reader x bodyguard Choso
Summary: After the being sent to attend an event, Y/n and Choso find themselves more caught up with each other.
SMUT
WC: 2k
Wattpad: _Bolter
[ Y/n ]
"You look good in a suit." Choso looks at me while I adjust his tie. "You are stunning. No one is going to notice me with you right next to me." He's always so sweet.
"Thank you."
The elevator door rings out and the doors open. Choso offers me his arm. I take it as we walk into the foyer of the ballroom.
"Good evening." The host draws our attention to him. My bag clicks open as I retrieve the invitation. "He's my plus one." Of course, if he knows who I am he'd know that.
Money and Jujutsu Sorcery don't usually meet but somewhere, they did. I wouldn't say my clan is completely good but we are a force to be reckoned with.
My mother is the current head of the clan and because of my apparent lack of cursed energy, I was assigned a bodyguard.
I've had several throughout my life but this one is my favorite. Choso is a gentleman. He's caring and friendly. Not to mention, he is not bad-looking at all.
He isn't even a Jujutsu Sorcerer. He's a half-curse.
We walk into the crowded ballroom together. I love parties. They're a nightmare for him. He wouldn't ever say it out loud though.
Choso instinctively takes his arm away from me and falls two paces behind me. Technically we're supposed to act like he isn't here.
Still, it saddens me to lose his touch.
"Ms. Y/l/n, you look incredible. The last time I saw you, you were only a teenager. It's been so long!" I'm thrown into a conversation before I can tell Choso he should stand with me.
The night starts to drag on with insignificant conversations one after another. Being polite is exhausting. Especially when it's spent being polite to people who can't help but be self-obsessed.
As soon as I get a chance I excuse myself to go get a drink. I take Choso's arm and lead us to the drink table. "Do you want some?"
Choso shakes his head. Oh well. I take a glass of champagne for myself. It's a shame this is all they choose to serve. Still, it's better than nothing.
"How long have we been here?"
"45 minutes."
I want to spit my drink out. Only 45 minutes? It feels like we've been here for hours. I've been talking for hours. It's impossible.
"Seriously?"
Choso nods and scans the room. "Come on, there's not actually anyone here who's going to do anything to me." He gives me an unsure glance. "How long do we have to stay for?" My feet ache already. It's freezing in here. I would rather be anywhere else and I'd rather it just be him and I.
"You're supposed to stay for an hour and a half at least."
"What if I say I'm sick?"
Choso takes my empty glass from me and returns it to the table. "We came all this way just for this." He reminds me.
He looks so good in his suit. If I could have a picture of him dressed up like this I'd keep it in a locket.
"Y/n!" A voice calls out excitedly from behind me.
I really hate parties.
. . .
Choso sits in the front seat of the car as we're driven to our hotel. I can't stop admiring him. My cheeks flush when he looks at me through the rearview.
We hold eye contact until I look away.
The driver eventually stops in front of our hotel and opens my door for me. "Thank you." I step out of the car. Warm humid air wraps itself around my bare skin.
Choso follows behind me as I make my way inside. I can't come up with any valid reasons as to why I'd need to go to his room.
The walk through the lobby, then the elevator ride, and finally the walk to my room are all too short. I don't have enough time to think of something.
I stop at my door to give myself a second to think.
"Are you ok?"
My hand lingers on the doorknob for a moment before falling to my side. "Choso, you should come in with me."
I turn to look at him after I ask. "What?" This is the first time I've seen him so caught off guard. Maybe that's because he usually stands behind me.
"I want you to come in with me."
"We have our own rooms." Despite his now hardened reaction, his cheeks are red with blush. "Ok." I stop pushing and unlock my door.
"Goodni-"
Choso's hand lands on the door to stop it from shutting. He looks down at me from his place in the doorway. I step out of his way and he walks into the room. The door shuts behind him, leaving us in darkness. Some of the city lights illuminate parts of the room.
Just enough so I can see him.
My heart beats heavily in my chest as I reach out to touch him. Choso steps closer to me and allows me to start undoing his tie.
It falls to the floor but my hands remain on his chest. I have to stand on my toes to reach his lips. Choso leans in and meets me in a kiss.
My hands grip his shirt in fistfuls. Our kiss becomes increasingly desperate. My back meets the wall with a thud. One of his hands lands on the wall next to my head. The other finds its way onto my back.
Choso follows my spine with his fingers. He reaches the nape of my neck and takes the zipper of my dress. The straps fall from my shoulders as the zipper is drawn lower and lower.
When the entire thing is unzipped I let it pool around my ankles. Choso lifts me and carries me across the room. He handles me so gently. I'm laid carefully onto the bed.
My heels are slipped off my feet and then tossed across the room. Choso's lips start at my ankles and trail upwards. Each kiss leaves me more and more entranced by his touch.
As his lips meet my thighs he starts to linger longer. My fingers reach out and grab his hair. He continues up to my hips and for a moment I think he might keep going until our lips meet again.
Instead, he hooks my underwear with his fingers and gives himself more access to me. His touch runs hot across my skin as he pulls my underwear down completely.
"Is this ok?"
"You don't have to ask."
My hands encourage his movements. Choso's lips meet my core in a heated kiss. The kiss feels starved like he needs me to live. He shifts my left leg over his shoulder to give himself better access.
"Oh my god..." I sit up, resting on my elbows to look at him. Choso is still completely dressed. Despite how good-looking he is in his suit, I want it off.
"Take your shirt off."
Choso doesn't falter or stop. Instead, he works his jacket off and lets it fall to the floor. He starts working on the buttons down his shirt until he can take that off too.
His back is painted with scars that remind me of where he came from. My eyes are drawn down by his. Choso watches me through lustful hooded eyes.
His tongue presses against my clit causing my legs to bend instinctively. The dim lights from the window draw harsh shadows across his body.
Choso's hair is a mess from my hands. It falls into his face and tickles the inside of my thighs. Still, he deepens his movements.
The graze of his teeth against sensitive flesh causes a gasp. My hips grind against his mouth as he presses his tongue flat against me. Choso lets out a deep moan that vibrates through my body.
Pleasure starts to build up within me overwhelmingly quickly. "Don't stop." My pleas are answered by Choso's quickened kissing.
He moans once more. My eyes fall lower, following his arm. Choso masturbates as he eats me out. "Shit." The sigh drags on with my orgasm.
Choso doesn't stop until I fall back onto the bed. He pulls away breathlessly and fully removed his pants. His toned chest is also littered with scars that only continue to turn me on.
"Can you continue?" He licks his lips and runs his hand along my thigh. "Yes." Choso nods and reaches up to remove my bra. "You're fucking beautiful." His hands run along my body as if to memorize the feeling.
I shift to the edge of the bed, sitting on my knees so I can kiss him. This kiss is soft. Choso's hand carefully holds my chin. I follow him blindly as he sits down on the bed.
We pull away for a moment. Gentle hands guide me onto his lap. Choso holds my back as I fit him inside of me. The pain turns to pleasure within a minute.
Our eyes stay locked as I roll my hips. My nails dig into his back as I move against him. "Y/n." My name comes out as a plead more than a statement.
My desperate movements become quicker at his unsaid request. Choso peppers kisses along my neck and shoulders. He finds a spot and begins to suck on it to leave a mark.
I tilt my head to the side to give him more access. "Ah- Choso!" He bites down on my neck. I don't know if he drew blood or not but his tongue traces the bite mark several times before he moves on.
Choso's hands grip my ass. He guides me vertically in addition to my horizontal movements. Our moans grow louder together as I follow his movement.
"You're so fucking perfect." Choso catches my lips after his comment, only for a moment. He watches me with such loving eyes my heart flutters in my chest.
Has he always looked at me like this?
The buildup of my second orgasm comes along with his. His grip on me tightens, I feel the twitch of his cock inside me, and his head falls forward onto my shoulder.
Choso mumbles words I can't hear over the sound of my own moans. My orgasm washes over me so intensely that my legs twitch at his side.
We hold each other for a minute before I shift off of his lap to lie down. Choso collapses down next to me. My hand finds his, intertwining our fingers.
"You're... Unbelievable."
The smile on my face feels like it might never go away again. "Do you like me, Choso?" I look over at him from my spot.
"Like you? Of course I like you." He meets my eyes for a moment before shyly looking away. "Do you have deeper feelings for me?"
If the lighting was better I think I'd be able to see that bright red blush all across his face. "I do." His eyes search the ceiling for anything to look at other than me.
"I have deeper feelings for you too." I sit up so he can't avoid looking at me. "You do?" I brush his sweaty hair from his face. "Of course." Choso doesn't return my happy grin.
Instead, he sits up and meets my lips in another passionate kiss. My arms lock around his shoulders to hold him closer. I'd stay like this forever if I had the choice.
Choso pauses for a moment then pulls away. He rubs my thigh as his eyes trail along my neck. He stops at the spot I assume he had bitten. My fingers feel across the skin for a moment before finding the mark.
"I'm sorry. You just tasted so good."
"Don't talk."
I lean back in and happily take another kiss from him. The bite mark will be hard to hide, especially since nothing I packed covers my neck.
Still, if he wanted to bite me again he could.
We could do this all over again as many times as he wants.
#fanfic#choso kamo#choso x reader#jjk choso#choso smut#jjk smut#smut#choso my beloved#choso x y/n#x female y/n#jujutsu sorcerer#jjk fanfic#jjk x reader#jjk#jujutsu kaisen choso#bodyguard#jjk au
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Sequel to this little post
[2/?]
Cw: smut (18+), fingering, dirty talk, mention of sex toys.
You hate to admit it but you feel sexy walking into this event, Butcher's arm around you, heat in your cheeks from the booze you drank in his car.
He'd muttered a, "just keeping face," as he grabbed your ass when the doorman took down your fake names.
It took everything in you not to kiss him then.
But he noticed you pulled into him just the slightest bit.
And that was both a curse and a blessing.
Made him wonder, really.
What - exactly - got you going?
Because the way your eyes lit up a little when you walked into this sex party, well, it was the thing of fantasies.
Made his gut tighten a bit.
And maybe he kept his hands on you - just because it felt good.
Every guest is handed a party favor; a little black bag with a little red ribbon. A little pink vibrator - some new dual stimulation toy they're peddling. Looks fun.
He can't help the deep chuckle as you peek inside. Your mouth drops. You look at him.
"Fancy a go? I'm a whiz with new toys."
You quip a, "is that so?" before you realize what you're doing and he's half-hard at the thought that maybe he'll get to play a little tonight.
A half-naked individual stops by with a tray of drinks, hands you one, moves on.
Butcher guides you into the over-the-top kitchen of this mansion, shoves you - hard - against the counter; his body pressing harsh against you, bending you at the waist. Hips pressed into you from behind, he leans forward, you with him, and guides your hand to pour the drink in the sink.
Hot breath against your neck, he tuts out, "eyes everywhere, luv. Can't be too careful. Gotta put on a good show for 'em." His mouth is on your neck and you can't help the gasp you let out. "And you know better than to drink anything they've given ya, aye?" You nod, understanding his move now. "Should punish ya for that one, I should."
A soft whimper leaves you and you're covering your mouth in an instant.
It's subtle, but he grinds his lower half against you. Barely. Not enough for him, but you're pretty sure he's hard.
"Ohh...you'd like that, wouldn't ya, doll? Ya want me to take you right here against this fuckin sink in this fuckin hoity toity mansion with all these freaks able to watch." His hands hover over your hips now, teasing toward your breasts but he still doesn't touch. "Bet you ain't even looked who else is in here, hm? Bet ya were too full of ol Butcher pressin ya into this marble to notice if anyone's behind us, sippin' champagne and finger fuckin' themselves wishing they was you right now."
You steal a glance over your shoulder and he fucking eats up the look on your face. Lust and curiosity and temptation.
A challenge.
And, fuuuck, if he ain't willing.
He's shocked when you press back and kiss him.
And then it's on.
The hunger erupts in him.
Earpiece out and pocketed, fuck the mission for a moment, he decides.
And he hoists you on the counter, watches you drop your glass in the sink, and you two are wrapped in each other so immediately he doesn't come up for air until he's red in the face.
#billy butcher#smut#billy butcher x reader#billy butcher x you#the boys#billy butcher smut#billy butcher x you smut#billy butcher brainrot go brr#billy butcher imagine
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Welcome to the Shadow Leo au :D
It's a lotta text, but I don't know if I'll make a fic for this au. It'll probably be a lotta fics and doodles. Asks are encouraged :D
When Splinter explodes Draxum's lab, a crystal Draxum wanted to experiment that held a bunch of shadow power, dropped on Leo, fusing him into shadows. He can only appear where there is shadow, so he can't go outside alone or in really bright rooms.
He can choose whether to be visible or not in a shadow he occupies, so if he's around strangers, he stays hidden.
Because of all the light from the explosions, he hides in Donnie's shadow as Splinter leaves. He doesn't show himself to anyone outside of Donnie for a long time. It's only when they're toddlers that they speak. Leo's speaks first and scares the hell outta Donnie. His voice has a bit of an echo-reverb tone, but otherwise normal.
Donnie tries to show everyone, but eventually let's Leo explain that he's scared of meeting everyone. He grew up with Donnie, they know all about each other and their triggers and such. Leo doesn't have that familiarity with the others and he's scared of breaking down in front of them.
When Donnie brings April to the lair, Leo is excited at the prospect of meeting someone who is also an outsider. When she and Donnie hang out in the lab, Leo shows himself to her. She tries to punch him, she just bruises her knuckled on the wall. Over the years, April, Donnie, and Leo become an indestructible trio.
The fam still doesnt know about Leo when they break into Draxum's lab. Draxum immediatly notices Leo in the shadows and gathers all his mystic crystals to try and break his shadow powers. On of the crystals he hits Leo with grants him the ability to emerge from the walls, though his still looks all shadowy.
Leo still chooses to hide in Donnie's shadow, though he ventures out on his own a bit more now that he can hold swords and stuff. Leo still steals the odachi from Draxum, but his use of it is limited to only slicing, though if Donnie swings it, Leo can influence the portals if he's connected to Donnie's shadow.
[Sidenote: when the brother unlock their Ninpo, Leo unlocks his as well, granting him ability to use his portals himself. He can also do the funky teleportation thing.]
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Leo's out on his own one night when he see's Usagi hanging around the turtle fam's lair. He appears to the rabbit and surprisingly, the rabbit doesnt freak out. Usagi and Leo are quick friends. Leo tells Donnie about Usagi and convinces Donnie to meat the rabbit and eventually, Usagi becomes an honorary turtle, just like April.
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(Leo is still Casey's future sensei, but by then they had found something, a charm or a potion, that made him physical. When Casey asks about him, Donnie avoids eye contact, but everyone else is confused.)
(The key is snatched by the foot clan because Raph couldn't get to it fast enough. Leo tries to blame himself because if he wasn't so scared he could have used his portals to get it. Donnie won't let him blame himself, and neither will anyone else when they finally meet him.)
During the movie events, Leo connects to Raph's shadow when Mikey and Donnie get flung off. He makes himself physical and pushes Raph toward his brothers. He also snatches Raph's wrist comm. Raph is too panicked to consider what just happened and jumps off to catch his brothers.
He shouts for CJ to close the portal. Casey immediatly follows the command shouted by his sensei's voice before he can process it. Leo stays physical long enough to keep Kraang distracted, then ducks into the shadows.
With the whole Prison Dimension being basically one big shadow, Leo is able to stay hidden after the portal closes. He doesnt heal in the shadows, but his inuries don't worsen. It takes about a year until Leo finds his sword and portals himself home.
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Donnie, April, and Usagi are all a fucking wreck in a way no one understands, no matter how much they explain Leo and his predicament. Raph explains that he was pushed by a shadow and Donnie breaks down on the spot. Because even though Leo would never meet the fam, he'd still sacrifice himself for them.
For months, Donnie begs Casey Jr to tell him how Future Mikey opened a portal, but CJ won't say anything past explaining how it killed Future Mikey.
Donnie doesn't stop looking for any sign of Leo, but after months he has no choice but to move on. Leo's sword was put in a glass, guarded case after Donnie tried to use it to portal to Leo.
Sometimes Donnie sits in a dark corner and talks to himself.
Then one day, the alarm attached to Leo's sword goes off. Everyone thinks it's Donnie trying to portal again, but they all rush in to see a shadowy Leo injured, on the ground. Donnie breaks down on the spot, but tries to pull himself together enough to help with bandaging what they can see of Leo's wounds.
Leo wakes up to his family around him and finally lets himself meet the rest of his brothers.
#shadow leo#sadâąleonart#rottmnt leo#rise leonardo#rottmnt donnie#rise donatello#i love this au#shadow leo is my boi and i would kill for him#funfact for the tag readers: shining a flashlight on his physical form hurts him#if the shadow hes in diminishes hes forced to become physical#they only learned about the flashlight thing when april accidentally shone one on him during a sleepover or something#i could ramble about my blorbos for hours :D#plz ask about my blorbos ;-;#/hj no pressure of course#also the next part of the crossover should be up tomorrow#only got a few more pages to color#inspired by macaque from lmk#never seen lmk tho
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Wolfstar about jegulus {microfic, word count: 781} @into-the-jeggyverse
It was one of those rare moments when Remus had peace. He was alone in the dorm, reading a new book he had been dying to finish. Some book a muggle friend of his had recommended.
The quiet of the dorm room was disturbed by Sirius, who promptly started ranting about something. As he looked around the dorm, he noticed that it was empty apart from Remus. Noting that the boy was reading on his bed he quietly decided to join him. Sirius stopped by his chest first, where he took the Map out, murmured something and then sat next to Remus. They sat quietly side by side with their backs against the wall.
He tried to indulge Remus by quietly looking at the Map. He really did try. But he could stay quiet only for so long. His thoughts became too loud to contain, however, as he saw two names by the Black Lake, "Do you think they suspect anything?"
Remus kept his head down, still focused on his book, "Hm?"
"If they suspect anything," Sirius repeated.Â
"Who?" Remus finally looked up. "And what are we talking about?" When he gazed at his boyfriend he saw a slight frown on his face. His lips were pulled to the side as he was lightly chewing at his cheek.
"Reggie and Prongs," he answered as he looked away from their names on the Map. Looking at Remus, he continued, "I've been trying to set them up. I'm not sure if they've figured that out, though..."Â
Remus closed his book, putting it to the side "Why? I thought you said you would scare away anyone that even tries to get close to Regulus."
"And I bloody will!" Sirius exclaimed before pausing. His brow furrowed again. "Not James, though. I know he'd be perfect for Reg. That's the thing, I think they're perfect for each other." His lips turned upwards just slightly, "Balance each other out, you know? And I Know I can trust James with Reg. I know he'd never hurt him."
"Maybe they're just oblivious?" Remus suggested. He had seen James and Regulus together before, and it was not a question of 'if' they're compatible or interested but more one of 'when' they would actually do something about their connection. Their very clear chemistry.Â
"What?" Sirius asked, startled. He didn't quite understand what Remus was talking about now.
"They're still not together, so maybe they just don't see that their feelings are returned?"
"Wait," Sirius was very confused now. And his face was contorted with a mix of emotions. Shock. Surprise. "You think they have feeling for each other?"
"I... Yes?" It was said more like a question than anything else. "I thought you saw how they looked at each other?" Remus wasn't quite sure why Sirius's face looked the way it did. Had he not seen it? He had been meddling with them long enough to have noticed. Surely.
"What do you mean? How do they look?" Sirius no longer looked surprised. Now he just looked confused. Very much so.
"Like they're all the other one can see." Remus explained. "Like how I look at you," he paused, his face fond and a small smile playing on his lips, "and you at me."
"Oh." Sirius paused for a moment. Processing the information. "Oh! So my plan is working!" Sirius's entire face lit up with a smile. His smile could light up the world, Remus thought. It did his, anyway.Â
He chuckled at Sirius's antics, "Maybe it is. Why don't you give them time to sit on their thoughts and feelings, hm?" he said as he started to reach out towards Sirius. "They might just figure it out on their own," he pulled him in his lap. Threading his hands through his hair. He always loved doing that. And he knew Sirius enjoyed it too.
He sighed, "Yeah." Sirius's smile no longer took up his entire face, but was a smaller one. Not any less genuine though. "I hope they do. And soon," his smile got wider again and his eyes lit up with mischief. Teasing. "I want to go on double dates! Oh it'd be so fun annoying Reggie on double dates!"
That made them both laugh. When the laughter died down, Remus just placed a small kiss on Sirius's lips, "I'm sure it will be." And he was. He was positive they'd all have a lot of fun when that day came. Until then, he was more than happy to go on dates with Sirius alone. He quite liked it when it was just the two of them. It was a good thing they had one planned for that weekend.Â
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Soulmate AU
PAIRING : Jungwon x gn Reader
GENRE : soulmates, fated to be
Warning : reader has mixed feeling about this soulmate thing, they go to different schools, jungwon is a gentleman, reader is whipped for him, mention of a cut on readers wrist (not SH), swearing like once
Word Count : 1.3k (how tfđ§)
Author's Note : pinterest pushed me to write this, like i saw that bracelet photo and i had to write this. Why do my periods have to hurt me so bad, im going to kmsđ
Sunoo Version
You've always felt like an outsider, so different from people around you. You were constantly surrounded by couples, soulmates to be exact. To be honest, you found the idea of soulmates a little bit too much, too controlling as to how you had spend your life with someone you've just met.
But there was still comfort in that thought, as controlling this whole thing sounded, it still was a reassurance that there is a person who is so much suited for you that they can be called your soulmate. That no matter what at the end of the day, that person understood you better than anyone else, even if they've known you for mere hours.
So really do you find these soulmates? Everyone is given a bracelet with a distinct charm on it at the young age of 10. These charms are supposed to link together when you meet them, they're stuck together for as long as the charm wants.
And although your charm was pretty looking, it still got stuck in inconvenient things. Your wrists turning red at the harsh metal. It looked pretty but was a bit too uncomfortable.
Although the thought of soulmates made you feel giddy, couples were insufferable in your early years of high school, constantly reminding you what you did not have. Or what you did not find.
But as you grew older, your excitement about finding your soulmate grew less and less. Many people found their soulmates at the beginning of high school, some even in middle school. Your parents found each other when they were 15, your older brother found his soulmate when he was 16. And at the age of 18, you felt everyone look down on you with pity.
And whatever hope you had, had started to diminish as you were now in your last year of high school. Just a year away from graduation, everyone around you was constantly worried about whether you would find your 'meant-to-be' or not.
Finding your soulmate way later in life wasn't unheard of, but the chances of finding that person becomes really low the older you get.
And so your parents decided for you that you should meet new people, hangout more often because apparently the reason you haven't found your soulmate is because you don't socialise. Which is understandable, considering you only have a set of friends that you interact with.
Thankfully, you did not have any problem with making friends. But sticked to the few you trusted, well because everyone at your school is either a crackhead, doesn't understand boundaries or just so much drama. So you happily agreed to going our more often when your parents mentioned.
But what was annoying was that you were being dragged to a different school's yearly festivals. Well not really annoying, now that you were promised a treat from your friends.
Someone in the group, you failed to notice who, had mentioned that you all should split in groups and explore whatever you wanted, since everyone wanted to do a different thing. And initially you had two of your friends with you, but after a while of mindlessly strolling you realised that you were alone, your friends vanishing, leaving you with a cat plushie you won.
You wandered around, looking around to find your friends as well as looking for something interesting to waste your money on.
You spotted someone wearing an orange beret, similar to what your friend had worn in the morning. Unfortunately the person was slowly going out of your line of sight and merging into the crowd. You had to move quickly and soon enough you were trying to push past a bunch of people.
You broke into a small jog, the person finally in your line of sight. But just then you felt a harsh tug on your wrist, it definitely wasn't someones hand that was gripping yours.
It didn't take you long to realise what the tug was, you slowly turned, hoping that your bracelet didn't get stuck in some random person's sleeve.
As you turned, you were met with wide worried eyes that were scanning your wrist. Your eyes moved down, still internally hoping, and the sight that you had dreamed numerous times was in front of you. In that moment, you just felt this strong urge to cry, no one in your life could understand the times you had felt alone while everyone around you just seemed so happy.
And no matter how much you try to gaslight yourself, you had desperately wanted to meet your soulmate. Everyone described it like such an enchanting moment, your mom said it felt like sparks were flying, you would feel that you've known this person your whole life.
But right now, the person in front of you seemed so unfazed about the fact that he had just found his soulmate. Rather he was focused on the fact that your wrist was bright red, it burned due to the harsh tug and there was a small cut that he hasn't seen yet.
"Are you okay?" he said, finally meeting your eyes, his own searching for any pain on your face. Surely you felt enchanted, not only because this was your soulmate, but also because he was the epitome of 'handsome yet cute'.
He tilted his eyes, confused at you blankly staring. No scratch that, he was cute as fuck.
Snapping out of the trance he had put on you, you say "Yeah, I'm fine." your whole face was burning up at his intense staring. You were surprised you managed to sound normal.
"I don't think this is gonna let go any time soon." he said, talking about the charms. "Do you mind if we hung out together? Consider this our first date. My name is Jungwon." he said, gently smiling, dimples appearing on his cheeks. God he was too cute.
Clearing your throat, you managed to nod and return his smile, your eyes still staring at his dimples.
He looked behind his to tell his friends to go on without him, you just realised that there were around half a dozen people behind his that were just staring at you, trying to bore holes into you. A couple of them had a teasing smile when you looked at them, two of them covering their wide open mouths. Only one person seemed laid back and he motioned Jungwon to go on, dragging the others away with him.
Jungeon looked back at you after making sure his friends weren't fooling around or staring at you, "Let's go?" he said still smiling. You felt like you were going to combust.
The rest of the day was spent getting to know each other, Jungwon surprisingly being a very easy person to talk to. You both opened up about how you two were the only people in your respective friend groups who were soulmate-less, "Well, not anymore." was his reply, with a cheeky grin, avoiding your eyes.
And despite how respective he was, he was also flirty. Like not flirty in a creepy way, he was still respectful of your boundaries but he had some kind of charm that just made you flush bright red. Or maybe you were just whipped for him, despite knowing him for such a small time.
With red cheeks and shy waves, and a promise to meet again, the date had ended.
You could finally understand why people could write whole books just about their soulmates, you felt such a deep sense of endearment when you looked at him. You finally understood why your friends were so whipped for their soulmates, constantly yapping about them.
Your friends were surely going to hear an earful for leaving you alone, but you had a feeling that you were going to talk way more about Jungwon.
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I was just reading the "Enjolras and his lieutenants" chapter and I noticed that Enjolras used the informal you for both Courfeyrac and Jehan, but not for Feuilly. Would you happen to know the historical/language reasons as to why that is? I thought it may be because both are students and where I'm from, students use the informal you, even if they don't know each other. But Bossuet addressed Marius with the formal you when they first met, so I'm not sure if that really is the reason for that. Does it mean that canonically, they aren't as close as Enjolras is with the others or could there be another reason for it? Also, do you know why he still only adresses them by their last names, even though he's using the informal you?
Nonny you are asking me about one of the Great Questions of the Novel: what the heck is going on with Feuilly and the t/v distinctions?
I am not going to dive into the weeds of standard t/v use,but --along with all the usual applications, in canon era and especially the kind of social circles that Hugo knew best and is setting up for the Amis, " tu" seems to have been common for young men to use together (a) with friends from childhood (b) among certain groups of Romantics , Because Romantic Friendship (c) particularly relevant here , among certain republican groups, because of the implied equality of everyone using it. Cosette will reference this use later:
And obviously all of this only makes Enjolras vous-ing Feuilly weirder!
And complicating the theorizing, Enjolras does use Tu for Feuilly later on, during his big barricade speech:
 Ăcoute-moi, toi Feuilly, vaillant ouvrier, homme du peuple, hommes des peuples. Je te vĂ©nĂšre.
I have no solid answer, only theories! Theory 1: Feuilly is, somehow, fairly new to the group in Lieutenants. Counterargument: then why is he already one of the Lieutenants? And in what seems to be a particularly Secret secret meeting with ONLY the Lieutenants in attendance?
Theory 2: Maybe Feuilly's much older than we generally estimate , enough to make the Tu seem less automatic? The later use of tu at the barricades seems to argue against that, but maybe that's a special " we're all fighting and about to die" level of intimacy, since Tu does seem to be in general use there? Counterargument: hugo refers to them all being Young so very, very often, and ok that seems to include Up To Maybe 35, but still. Feuilly's part of their age cohort by all other signs.
Theory 3, Not Very Satisfying but Realistic: Hugo's bein' weird. Hugo personally used Vous for almost everyone, unless they were either direct family or , to be blunt, someone he was having an affair with. He definitely used Vous in friendships most anyone else would have considered a definite Tu situation. Maybe Hugo had an idea about it that he didn't flesh out; maybe he just wrote that and didn't catch it in edits; maybe his handwriting there was just really especially awful and whoever did the Clean Copy that day * didn't transcribe it right and no one later down the line saw it as a typo. Mundane, unrelated to the narrative reasons.
Counterargument: none ,really, except it's kinda boring.:P
Theory X (silly fandom only theory) : Enjolras and Feuilly are trying to act like they are on more formal terms , for shenanigans reasons. Maybe they're working on their Cover for a Secret Mission. Maybe they're trying to hide the fact they've started dating.
As for the Last Name thing, it's just how some people , especially men, are? I don't know that it really needs more explanation, but by all means tell me if you've got a theory! Personally I've always liked " Everyone is named Jean (so they default to last names) XD
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Aziraphale and Crowley are both idiots, with a severe lack of common sense on any given day.
But these idiots were both tasked with watching and guiding the new humans God had created, for better or for worse. What they didn't realize was just how unprepared they both were for this task.
Before being sent out to Eden, they were BOTH given a crash course on the newest creatures, (humans??) roaming around the garden. Just the essentials, don't poke here, this does that, avoid this bit, this part leaks, etc.
Aziraphale's lesson was much more formal, only highlighting the parts of the humans that were deemed 'essential' by the Archangels
Having to sit through Gabriel explaining the purpose of a tongue for hours was enough to make anyone zone out, let alone a principality who had just been told that the place he was being sent to would be full of creatures that were filled with an odd combination of liquid at all times. Good Lord, how was he meant to protect these humans when they could explode at any time?
Aziraphale had checked out mentally by the time they started covering exactly what the eyebrows were for
Hell decided to take a more hands-on approach.
By hands-on, they meant having Dagon draw what they assumed a human might vaguely look like, and then explaining the best ways to torture the squiggly bits
Crowley spent most of the class trying to decide whether the drawing looked more like a horse or a soggy blanket crumpled into a pile
(Crowley had only recently learned about the 'horse' idea, and he was decidedly not impressed by them.)
(He could get behind this blanket idea, however. He'd have to check that one out in a few years.)
So once they'd both reached the Garden, and checked the place out for themselves, they both came to the same conclusion.
They had some SERIOUS questions about what was going on here
Naturally (and reluctantly for one of them), they gravitated towards each other. They both knew asking either of their sides would imply that they didn't pay attention to the classes. And neither of them wanted to have a repeat lesson, thank you.
"Ah, yes, hello, Crawley was it?"
"Obviously, still me. Be odd for me to be someone else, wouldn't it?"
"Yes, well. I was wondering..if you had..perhaps....noticed anything about these humans?"
"Noticed what? They're awfully boring. Told me 'get up there and make some trouble', but all they do is sleep and eat things and walk around. Made 'em trip a few times, but it got old by the 5th time around honestly."
"Well I don't think they're meant to do much more. If they were, then they would have. As is God's plan. Oh there is no need for dramatics Crawley."
It was at that point Crawley sighed VERY aggressively, flopped down onto a rather soft looking patch of grass, and looked up at Aziraphale.
"Was there a point here, Angel, or have you just come to preach?"
"I do wonder, however, if God was perhaps made aware of the issues in the hardware, as it were."
"What are you on about?"
"Yesterday, I saw Eve walking around, admiring all the plants and such. They really are truly beautiful, you know. Have you seen them yet?"
"Nah, haven't gotten over there yet. Mostly been hanging around on the rocks, very warm there. Why? What'd she do?"
"Well, she walked up to the flowers, and..then she just..sort of...." Aziraphale trails off, very hesitant about how to describe the situation.
"Sort of what?" Now Crowley is curious. Always been his downfall, that sort of thing.
"She just... she stuck her face into them."
"She WHAT?"
"Exactly! Stuck her face into them, no warning or anything. That poor, poor woman could have been killed. Who knows what those flowers will do to her tongue."
"HER WHAT?"
It was at this point that they both realized that they may not have gotten the same education on the humans and their anatomy.
"So, they aren't actually going to explode? Oh thank God."
"Well, I mean they could, I suppose. If you poked them enough, or shook them up really hard. Y'think we should try that?"
"Crawley, no."
Between both of them, they gathered enough information about the humans to have a general idea of what they should and shouldn't do to help them survive
(Crowley might enjoy watching them trip, but he's a Demon, not a monster. There'd be no point going and killing them right after they launch the whole program.)
It turned out that what they had gathered between Heaven and Hell was quite literally the bare minimum of human physiology.
They stuck together from then on, determined to find out everything they could about the humans.
The first time Eve sneezed after smelling the flowers, Aziraphale jumped up so quickly that he broke the rock he was using as a seat clean in half
Crawley and Aziraphale stood perfectly still on the wall, waiting for something else to happen.
All Eve did was sniff a bit and walk away.
Aziraphale turned to Crowley, eyes wide and full of terror. They both stared at each other for a few minutes before they both silently sat down, contemplating what they had assumed was a very near-miss explosion.
The next day, when Adam stepped into the pool of water at the edge of the Garden, the angel and demon watched with the utmost attention.
"D'ya think they can breathe in there?"
"In the water?"
"Yeah, those slimy things at the bottom seem to be doin' just fine without coming up top. Maybe the humans can do that too."
"Crawley, those are fish. The humans need the air to live. I think."
"Fiiiiiish? Fsh. Fiisssshhh. Nah, don't like that. Slimy things works better, who names these things? Was it you?"
"I'm afraid that was not my department, unfortunately. I like to think I would have gone with a different choice than 'fish', if I had any say in the names."
"Mm. He's been down there for a bit, yeah?"
"Who? Oh, him. Has he? Oh. Oh Lord, he has. Adam? Adam?"
One small miracle later, the humans and the non-humans had both learned that they did need the air to live.
The day Eve and Adam laughed together was a good day.
'What're they even laughin' at?" Crowley wiggles/walks* his way over to where Aziraphale is sat on the edge of the wall, watching the humans.
*He's still figuring out the whole leg thing, far too complicated if you ask him
"If I had to guess, I'd say they're laughing at the state of Adam."
"How'd he even get like that? Last I saw, he was running around near that pond, how's that happen? They were on your watch, Angel."
"Ah, while you went to look at the plants, he fell. Apparently when dirt and water mix, it becomes very sticky. Mud, I believe it's called."
"Blegh. Way to go Angel, I left for five minutes and you let him get all mud-ed. Looks awful, don't see why they're laughin'. They've always got somethin' stuck to em."
Despite his words, Crowley couldn't help but smile at the humans. Something so ridiculous and they stood there laughing at it, having all the time in the world to explore and find out new things.
Aziraphale noticed this, and smiled as well. Mostly because of the humans and how fond he was already of them
But also, at Crowley and a new type fondness for him, as well.
(Though it would take many, many years for him to admit that)
Crowley and Aziraphale sat and laughed, watching these new humans bumble around and laugh, being happy to just exist and discover everything there was to discover. If Crowley snuck glances at the angel while he was laughing, he'd never admit it.
Maybe tomorrow, Crowley thought, he'd see what the deal was with that big apple tree.
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