#check mate cas

[goofily-moved]

cas really just said "lyn give your muses happy backstories challenge"

[scoobydoodean]

The angel propaganda machine is so powerful that they have convinced some of you that Sam and Dean did a retaliatory angel genocide. A thing that categorically did not happen. Iconic of them honestly.

The pompous audacity of the average angel in Supernatural is absolutely unmatched.

Like. Imagine breeding a family for generations like cattle to use the sons as fleshsuits for a cosmic tantrum showdown and it backfiring because they refused to let you destroy the earth and invade their bodies. Then having the AUDACITY to be mad at THEM for ruining YOUR life.

[jarofstyles]

More DAD!Harry pleasssseee like baby boy pouting because he wants to be treated like a big boy and Harry can't help but kiss his chubby cheeks????

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"What is the frown for, peanut?" Harry's voice echoed in the kitchen as he saw his son sitting with his arms crossed in his booster seat. The tv show themed plate and cup set sat in front of him, Y/N having served lunch to them both and excusing herself to grab her own. "Do you not want this?"

It was his favorite. Grilled cheese that Y/N had cut into smaller squares, goldfish crackers, cut up grapes and strawberries neatly arranged on the plate and apple juice in his cup. He couldn't quite see anything wrong with it, but he had been reminded that toddlers changed their minds about their likes all the time.

"It's baby." He whispered, looking at the printed cup. Paw Patrol characters decorated the sides of the sippy cup. "Don't want to be baby. I want to be a big boy." His eyes looked up at Harry's, the color strikingly similar to his own as his brows furrowed.

"What demean, mate?" he looked at the food. "Nothin' too baby about it. Looks like a great meal that mumma made for us. Don't you like Paw Patrol?" the man reached out to brush some of the curls from his son's face, heart clenching a bit. He was the perfect mix of his younger self and his wife. He was growing up much to fast for Harry's liking. It felt like just the other day that he had been in the baby sling while Harry did the dishes, trying to keep him asleep by singing as to not disturb an exhausted Y/N who had just fallen asleep on the couch.

"It's baby." He looked down, kicking his feet. The light up shoes activated as they hit against the side of the table, feeling a little shy with his father's attention. "Want a big cup like you. Please?" His little voice tugged at his heartstrings, the earnest want in his tone making him purse his lips.

"Well... we can, but I have to say, I may steal the cup for myself." He sighed, looking at it in faux longing. "I've always wanted a cup like that. It's too cool for me though. Besides, it makes sure there's no spills. Y'don't want to get all sticky with the juice if it spills over, right?" He rubbed over his little cheek, watching as he visibly worked through what his daddy had said. It was a wonder to observe, seeing someone so new to life have such obvious emotions and though processes on his face.

"You like the cup?" He peeped. "It's cool?" his hands tugged at the bottom of his shirt as he looked at the cup Harry had taken in his hand. Seeing his father show interest meant it must be cool.

"I do. It's the coolest, and besides.. Mumma looked for ages for this cup for you." He smiled. "Why don't you use It for a while and we can get you a big cup in a few weeks, okay? I may steal the cup if you don't want to use it."

"No, Daddy! It's mine!" giggles left his now bright eyes. "You ca borrow it but.. it's cool. You said so. " The chubby hands reached for the cup which the man handed over, feigning hesitation.

"Okay, my lovely. But you better watch your back. I may come and take it."

[pit-and-the-pen]

Three's a crowd

Summary: After finding out your mate, Cassian, had slept with Nesta you let slip that you wouldn't mind her joining you and Cassian.

Cassian x reader established relationship, Smut (18+)Female reader, m/f/f threesome, mean dom Nesta, soft dom Cassian, Sub reader, impact play, subspace kinda, fingering, oral (m/f receiving), orgasm denial, lots of praise, lots of safe word checks. Two mentions of spit. 

Idea by the lovely @sarawritestories <3

divider by @tsunami-of-tears

It started out as an innocent story telling session with your family. Nothing out of the ordinary, a bottle or two of wine shared in your cozy living room. Nesta, Emery, Gwen and you sitting on your couches feet tucked up as laughter filled the air. Your mate, Cassian, was out grabbing a few drinks with his brothers at Rita’s so naturally you invited all your friends. 

The hours passed like minutes, Gwen recounting some story about a unicorn that had Nesta and Emery roaring with laughter, shouting over each other with “That’s not how it happened!” “Tell it right, Gwen!”

“What he did like me more. I know you were too busy getting your world rocked by Cas to remember anything correctly but-” Gwen gasped before clamping a hand over her mouth. You felt your eyes widen, letting the words sink in. “Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry. I…shit.” The red head knocked back the rest of her glass of wine. Nesta’s cheeks had tinged pink right up to the long tips of her ears. 

“It’s fine. I promise.” You said, taking a long sip of your own. Nesta’s head snapped to yours. 

“What?”

“It’s no big deal. If I got jealous over every person Cassian has ever slept with, I would never know a moment of peace.” You laughed lightly to yourself. And you truly didn’t mind. Maybe only slightly because she hasn't told you but that’s the past. 

“Did I hear my name?” Speak of the devil. Cassian strolled into the living room, pressing a quick peck to the top of your head as he flopped down onto the couch next to you. 

“Only talking about how much of a rake you used to be.” Another laugh drew out of you at his faux scandalized face. 

“Me?” 

“Yes you.” You poked right in between his ribs and he jumped slightly. Playfully batting away your hand. 

“And why, pray tell, are we discussing that?” 

“Gwen said you slept with Nesta. Well I believe her exact words were ‘rocking Nesta’s world’” Cassian’s eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head. You brushed a gentle hand on his cheek. “And I was just telling her that I’m fine with it.”

“You are?” You only nodded, draining the rest of your wine glass. 

“It was forever ago. I haven't even met you yet.” He tried to explain, words tumbling out. 

“Cas.” You cut him off, placing a hand on his thigh. “I really really don’t mind. I mean who wouldn’t want to sleep with Nesta.” It was your turn to blush. The sound of Gwen sputtering reminded you that you were in your very full living room that suddenly felt very small. You shot up to your feet, nearly stumbling over your own limbs. 

“I’m going to grab more wine.” You practically shouted and turned to leave the room. Trying not to run to the small wine cabinet, you were cursing yourself mentally. 

“You got out of there pretty fast.” Cassian said, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“I don’t know how I’m ever supposed to look her in the eye again.” You groaned, pressing your forehead against the cool wood of the cabinet. 

“Very easily actually. Did you mean it though?” 

“What part?” Your breath hitched in your throat as Cassian kissed up your neck. 

“Do you want to sleep with Nesta?” Your heartbeat sped up as you tried to fight back the thoughts. Nesta was gorgeous, anyone with eyes could see that. And you’d be lying if you said you never considered it. You loved your mate wholeheartedly but there was nothing wrong with looking. It wasn’t uncommon for you and Cassian to point out a fae or two that caught your eye at Rita’s, so this was no different. 

“Princess?” Cassian froze, mouth hovering right over your pulse point. 

“Would you be mad if I said yes?” Your voice was small, cheeks burning hot. He chuckled against your neck, continuing his path of kisses. 

“No.” His mouth was right against your ear. “Do you want her to join us in our bed?” He practically purred it and you gasped as his teeth toyed with your ear lobe. You could only nod your head. “Interesting. I’ll talk to her. But, be warned princess. She’s just as vicious in bed as she is out of bed.” He left one final bite to the column of your throat and unwrapped himself from around you. Leaving you trembling and wondering just exactly what you had gotten yourself into. And oh so excited for it. 

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“Why don’t you go over your colors for Nesta, Princess.” Cassian’s hand rested lightly on your jaw, tugging your face up to look at him. You knelt in front of him, naked with your palms resting on your thighs.

“Yes, General. Green is okay, yellow means slow down or I’m starting to get uncomfortable. And red means stop.”

“Good girl.” Cassian said, running a hand through your hair. “And if you can’t talk? Like if Nesta was sitting on that pretty little face of yours?” Your breath hitched at the image he painted for you. You licked your lips as you let your mind wander. A slight tap on your head pulled you out of your dirty thoughts. 

“Right. One tap is good, two means slow down, and three is stop.” 

“Good girl. Now our rules are I can touch you, Nesta, but no fucking. Anything else I’m missing, princess?” 

“No, General.”

“Alright. Now show Nesta just exactly how good you can be.” He stepped back, letting Nesta step in front of you. 

“Can I touch you?” She asked, eyes roving over your naked form. She still had on a silk robe, tied loosely but covering anything that mattered. 

“Yes.” You said and her hand instantly tangled into the roots of your hair, pulling your head back to the ceiling. A small yelp left your mouth and she gave you a feline smile. 

“Oh you’re going to be fun to play with.” 

Nesta didn’t waste time before she had you ass up on the bed. Circling you with your favorite paddle in her hand. Your head was in Cassian’s lap, his straining cock right in front of you, throbbing, as you ran the tip of your tongue out to trace the veins that ran underneath. 

A loud smack filled the room and your shriek died off to a moan. 

“No touching him, yet.” She called out. You whimpered and Cassian ran a gentle hand through your hair. Another smack. 

“No touching her either, General.” She teased. “You have to earn touching him.” One more smack, harder than the others. Your foot kicked up at the feeling. The tinge of delicious pain that ran through you making you moan loudly. 

Nesta delivered hit after hit until tears stung your eyes. Cries bubbling out of your throat. Cassian’s cock was leaking, listening to your sweet noises but not being able to touch you. His hands were clenched tight by his side, fighting the urge to thread his fingers into your hair and push you down onto his aching cock. 

One last smack pulled a yelp from your throat. Slightly different from the others. Cassian swore under his breath. 

“Gods Nesta. I don’t even hit that hard during punishments.” He tapped your cheek lightly, asking for your eyes on him. You did so instantly. “Color?”

“Green. Very much green.” 

Another sharp hit, the paddle whipping through the air. 

“Is that how you address him?” Nesta asked. You shook your head. 

“No. I’m sorry, General.” 

Cassian had his eyes narrowed on Nesta as he answered you. “It’s okay, Princess. You’re doing great.” You didn’t need to see Nesta to know she rolled her eyes, a small sigh leaving her lips. 

“Aren’t you just dying to get your mouth around him?” She purred as her hand started rubbing at your now red backside. You nodded, which earned you a small snack with her hand this time. 

“Gods. Yes.” You answered. Her hand gently ran up the curve of your back, her lithe body following it until she was leaning over you. 

“Then put that pretty mouth to use, or is it only good for screaming?” You didn’t get a chance to answer before she tangled a hand into your hair and pulled you onto Cassian rock hard cock. His loud moan echoed through the room as he instantly hit the back of your throat. You gagged, trying to breathe through your nose. A string of curses left his mouth and his hand tried to rest on your head. The sound of a sharp slap filled the room as Nesta smacked his hand away. 

“I didn’t say you could touch her yet.” She hissed and pulled you off of him. A string of spit connecting your lips and the tip of him. “Color?” She asked you, you didn’t hesitate. 

“Green.” 

Her eyes flickered back to Cassian.

“See. She can take it. Now keep your hands to yourself before I tie them up.” She winked and that was all the time you got before she was pushing you back down onto Cassian. You were better prepared this time. Relaxing your throat and taking a short breath through your nose. Nesta praised you as she pulled your head up and down, controlling your every move. You were a whining mess under her as you wanted to be able to touch Cassian, run your hands up and down his thick thighs, cup his heavy balls the way that would make him moan your name and have him spill down your throat. 

“Enough.” She said and pulled you off of him again. She kept tugging until you were sitting on your knees, chest heaving as you gulped down precious air. Her hands rest lightly around your neck and she pushes you back against the bed, your hair hanging over the edge. 

She slings her legs over your chest, putting all of her weight right in the center. She curls a finger at Cassian, beckoning him to you. 

“Make her scream, General.” She purrs at Cassian and that’s all it takes for him to throw your legs apart. He runs a finger through your folds and groans when he finds you soaked. He thrusts two fingers into you, scissoring them to stretch you out for him. 

“Are you ready for me, princess? Think you can take me?” He coos and you cry your yes. Followed by a string of please. The words die off in your throat as he pushes his tip in. Your eyes flutter closed at the feeling of your mate entering you. 

Cassian sinks into you fully as Nesta’s fingers give your nipples a harsh tug. Your moan is quickly cut off by her thumb sliding into your mouth. 

“I think that’s a much better use for that loud mouth of yours, don’t you think Cas?” Your skin flushed as she talked about you like you weren’t even there. Cassian’s only answer was a sharp thrust of his hips, a move that would have sent you further up the bed if it wasn’t for Nesta’s weight on the center of your chest. His finger rubbing tight lethal circles on your clit. 

“Fuck. Everytime, it’s like you were made for me.” He spoke through clenched teeth. Slowing his thrust down to let you feel every inch of him. 

Your eyes shut close as you felt that coil tighten in your stomach. Biting into Nesta’s thumb as you fought back screams. Your body jolted when Nesta gave your breast a sharp slap. 

“Not yet.” Was all she barked before she pressed that same hand low on your belly. Your body shook as it only served to amplify every thrust, singeing every nerve in your body. 

Your head starts to feel a little fuzzy, slipping into that delicious headspace that only Cassian could give to you. Your hand sneaks across the bed, searching for his warm hand to stop you from fully floating away, not entirely sure of yourself with Nesta around. Nesta’s foot comes to rest on your wrist, pinning it down hard enough that you gasp. Nesta’s weight is off of you instantly. Cassian slipping out of you with a growl. Blinking off the haze in your eyes, you see Cassian holding Nesta’s neck lightly. 

“Cool off Nes.This is her first time. If my mate wants the comfort of my touch, then that’s what she gets. Do you understand?” Cassian growls. Something in Nesta’s eyes switches. That hard edge melts away and a flush rises over her cheeks. She mumbles something under her breath. 

“What was that?” His tone is softer now. Nesta’s eyes don’t meet his. 

“Yes sir.” Her voice is shaky.

Cassian’s eyebrows raise in question. He removes his hand from her neck, sliding it down her body. She shudders at the contact. Cassian leans in close until his mouth is just an inch away from her ear.

“I think you can do better than that, right Nes?” Nesta’s eyes flicker to you. You give her a small nod of encouragement, eyes wide at the scene unfolding in front of you. Still hazy from the orgasm you had been denied. 

“Yes, sir.” Nesta’s words are more firm. Cassian groans at the tone. 

“Better. Now I think we owe our girl over there something, don’t you?” Nesta bites her lip and nods. 

Cassian turns his attention to you “Color, princess?” 

“Y..yellow.” You stuttered out. “Just wanna touch you.” Your voice was small and shaky. The tell tale sign that you were starting to get overstimulated. 

“Are you okay with Nesta staying?” 

You think for a second then nod. His eyes soften and he runs a soothing hand through your hair. He places a kiss on your forehead and you all but melt against him. Dipping your head down to rest in the crook of his neck. His arms wrap around you and he shifts you to his lap, making you straddle him. 

“Like this?” He asks and you nod again. You raise your hips and whimper as you sink down onto him. You throw your head back as he bottoms out, hitting that sweet spot inside you right away. He gives you a few breaths to adjust to the new position. Then he hooks an arm over your shoulder and grinds you down on him, short quick thrusts that pull high pitched mewls from you. 

“Nesta.” You say between cries. The blonde was quickly by your side. You grabbed her cheeks between your hands and pulled her lips to yours. She swallowed every one of your moans, chasing them like they were oxygen. 

One of your hands snaked down her smooth stomach, feeling every muscle that her training has given her until you reach between her thighs. You trailed a tentative finger through her center. Drawing a moan from both of you as you circled her clit, applying the pressure the same way you would to yourself. Her hips bucked at the contact. Her own hand cupping the back of your head as the other started playing with your nipples. You slipped a finger into her, the sound of both of your slick filling the air. You paced your finger to the timing of Cassian’s thrusts. Your legs were shaking around Cassian and he moaned as you clenched around him. 

“Good girl. Fuck, you gonna cum all over my cock?” You moaned your yes. Not pulling away from Nesta’s soft lips. She nipped at your lower lip as you added another finger into her. Trying to get her to her own release. 

“Go ahead. Gods, you’re squeezing me like crazy, princess.” His words mixed with the sharp tug on your nipples had your whole body tensing. You pulled away from Nesta, fingers stilling inside of her as you came so hard you saw stars. Nesta held your head, Cassian wrapping his arms tight around your waist to crash you against him. Your ears were ringing but you could hear both of them whispering their praises in your ear. A few harsh thrusts from Cassian had him panting your name as he spilled into you. A loud keen flowing from your lips as he fucked you both through it. You're both panting, heads resting against each other when you remember you still had two fingers buried in Nesta. 

You pull off of Cassian, feeling his cum drip down your thigh as he slips out of you. 

“Lay down for me Nes.” You say as you pull your hand away from her cunt. She gives you a sleepy smile and does just that. You make a big show of slipping your fingers into your mouth. Moaning at the taste of her. You’re rewarded with her sharp inhale. You smile down at her and start trailing kisses down her chest. Lower, delivering a soft nip to her stomach, her hip, the inside of her thigh. She tilts her hips up to meet your mouth and you feel Cassian pin her hips to the bed. You look up at the both of them as you lower your mouth to Nesta’s center. 

She moans loudly as you lick a soft stripe between her folds. Her hands are instantly tangling in your hair. You circle her clit with your tongue, once, twice then you tap Cassian’s wrist once. Signaling him to let her go. That’s all it takes for her to start bucking against your face. Using that hand in your hair to push you closer into her. 

You can sense her growing frustration and sneak your hand up, teasing those same fingers inside of her again. Her back arches off the bed and she rides your face. Pushing your fingers deeper inside of her. You curl your fingers, searching for that rougher patch and almost smile when she curses loudly. Her moans quickly raise in pitch. Swears mingling with a garbled version of your name. Her legs try to clamp around your head but Cassian keeps a hand on her knee to stop her. Her moans turn into small mewls as her legs start to shake. You flick your eyes up and lock them with hers. That’s all it takes for her to fall apart on your tongue. Hips still bucking against your face as she rides out her high. You don’t stop your fingers until she’s pushing you away lightly. You drink up every drop off her arousal, leaving her glistening with a mix of it and your spit. You smile widely up at her as she pants, chest heaving, staring up at the ceiling. Her cheeks are tinged pink and she looks so pretty that you want to kiss her. So you do. A much softer kiss than the one you shared earlier. 

When you pull away and turn your face to your mate, you see him hardening against his thigh again. 

“Round two?” You turn back to Nesta, biting your lip. She quickly nods before Cassian is attaching his lips to yours. The groan that you pull from him lets you know just how long this night will be.

[howsdeanshole]

cas should’ve ripped his grace out the second the empty appeared after his confession. feed that shit to the ooze. what’s it gonna do now, take a human? check and mate

[imaginesandbandfiction]

Triad Part 9 — Reunion Part 2

A Cazriel x Reader Headcanon

Series Masterlist

A/N: This is 3200 words of self-indulgent smut that ALSO moves the plot forward and then a 1100 word funny/sweet little gift at the end that ALSO ALSO moves the plot forward. If you want to skip the smut, just reading the bit beneath the *** will give you enough of an idea of what happened and why it’s going to be important in less explicit terms. Listen to Total Control by DJO if you want additional ~vibes~ and see if you can guess the two other songs that inspired/are referenced in this part. First person to guess each wins a drabble of your choosing (word choice tbd by the vibes I’m feeling while I write it lol).

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Warnings: Pure smut with dom/sub undertones, choking and restraints included. Buckle up folks!

When Az wakes up a few hours later, his chest hiccups with a sharp intake of breath. With his brain still stuck under the mountain, he struggles against the restraints confining him to the bed. 

His thrashing startles you and Cas awake, and while the male loosens his grip and scrambles backwards, you tighten your arms around Az’s waist. Shadow swirl all around you, just as confused as their master. 

“Shhhh,” you whisper, rubbing soothing circles around his belly button. “It’s okay, you’re safe. It was just a dream; you’re back home now.” 

You keep whispering sweet reassurances as the shadows start to settle, wrapping you and Azriel in their calming chill. Slowly, he stops trying to wriggle away and relaxes in your arms, eventually twisting around to look at you. 

“‘M sorry,” he mutters, voice still hoarse from sleep. You check the clock on the wall, noticing that it’s well past dinner time already. 

“Don’t apologize,” you say, raising your hands to wipe the tears from his cheeks with the pads of your thumbs. “It’s our job to take care of you, Azzie.”

“And we love our job,” Cas quips, crawling across the bed with a steaming mug in one hand, which he holds to Az’s lips. “So be a dear and let us do it, yeah?” 

Azriel rolls his narrowed eyes, but dutifully takes a sip anyway. The hot liquid merges with his insides, soothing aches both physical and mental. 

Once the tea is gone, Cas reaches over for a croissant and lifted it up to Az’s mouth. 

“I can feed myself, you know,” Az complains, reaching out to try and swipe the pastry from Cassian’s grip. Cas laughs and pulls it away, teasing him. 

“Please? Just this once?” He pleads, eyes widening as he sticks out his lower lip in a pout.  “You weren’t the only one affected by shutting off the bond, you know.”

The look Az gives him suggests that there will be hell to pay for this later, but Cassian’s entire face lights up when Az parts his lips. He takes small bites and chews slowly as both males stare at each other, bond shimmering with pleasure at the intimacy of the act. 

It’s a gesture of trust on both parts and you watch, breathless and teary, as the intensity of their gazes deepens with each bite. After Cas shoves the last bit in, he lets his fingers linger longer than necessary, ghosting against Az’s lips. 

Az swallows, smirks, and then sucks Cas’s fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue 

“So that’s how you want to play this, huh?” Cas growls, patience draining from his body. You see it in the way his muscles tighten, a sign that he’s desperately clinging to the last of his self control. 

Saying nothing, Az just hums around Cas’s fingers and it’s fucking hot, the way your usually dominant mate can so easily slip into a submissive role while still holding onto all the power. But through the bond, it’s clear that they both need this. 

Cas needs to burn off some of the anger and frustration that had built up during Azriel’s absence, and Az (though he’d never admit it out loud) needs reassurance, to feel loved and desired. Letting his mates have their way with him is a sure fire way to calm the insecurities that have grown like ivy during his prolonged isolation.  

Besides, he’s never fully defenseless. If things go too far, his shadows are always there to lend a helping hand in regaining control. 

You make eye contact with Cas over Az’s head, matching grins on your faces as the possibilities flash down the bond, filling your minds with the most delightful images. 

Letting his lips fall open again, Az runs his teeth along the fingers that start to drop just hard enough to send a shudder of pleasure down Cas’s arm. Adrenaline pumps through his veins, heart working double time to accommodate how rapidly his body awakens. 

“On your back,” Cassian whispers, the power he’s trying to contain escaping through his voice where a hardness sharpens the edges of his words, turning them into weapons. 

“Or what?” Az asks, scooting away from you so he’s fully facing Cas. He crosses his arms over his chest and raises an eyebrow, a half-smirk grazing the corners of his lips. 

Red magic flutters out of clenched fists, siphons struggling to contain it all. 

“You’re acting real smug over there,” he hisses, leaning in closer to Az, “for someone who’s seen me tear armies limb from limb.” 

The darkness seeping into Cas’s eyes has Az straining against his tight sleep shorts, the confines of which are a sweet kind of agony. 

And Azriel is smug because he knows exactly which buttons to push to get what he wants. 

“I’m not afraid of you,” he whispers, eyes darkening as he smirks at Cas from across the room. 

It’s a callback to when they first met, when Cassian had made it his personal mission to make Az’s life a living hell. Things came to a head one night after they’d been out drinking and they ended up fighting behind one of the seedy dive bars littered throughout Windhaven and the surrounding forest. 

“RHYS DOESN’T NEED ANOTHER BROTHER,” Cassian bellowed, feeling his magic sparking beneath his skin. 

Something in Cassian broke when Azriel’s lips had hardened, the Shadowsinger’s steely gaze piercing straight through Cas’s heart as he growled “I’m not afraid of you.”

It made Cas feel squeamish which, in turn, stoked the fires of his internal rage. His veins stung as red-hot flames licked their way through his body. Clenching his jaw and then each muscle below it, he used brute force to tame his errant magic. 

He raised his arms, ready to shove the infuriating Shadow Master away when shadows swirled around him, tightening into shackles around his wrist. His eyes widened; he’d finally found someone who could give it back to him as hard as he liked to give it. 

With one eyebrow raised, the silent Shadowsinger held out a hand. The shadows only released their grip when Cassian slumped forward with laughter tumbling from his lips. Cassian and Azriel clasped hands and were brothers from that day forward. 

And though Cas’s jaw twitches now just like it did then, it’s not laughter that escapes his lips but a Cauldron-damned snarl. In a flash of red, he surges forward to clamp a hand around Az’s neck, shoving until messy curls thump against the headboard.   

“You do look so pretty in blue,” Cas hums, candlelight reflecting off his teeth as he bares them in a wicked grin. 

“Come here darling,” he says, reaching over to you with his free hand. You slip your own smaller one into it, mirroring the look on his face as he tugs you closer. “You keep quiet,” he says to Az, tossing his words out like an afterthought as he turns to look at you. 

You look up at him all batted lashes and blown out pupils and he melts, all of the lines on his face disappearing. He pulls you into his side, letting his arm snake around your waist. 

“And you, sweet little thing,” he whispers, lowering his lips to brush against your pulse point, “can get comfortable riiiiight here.” Cas arranges you on Az’s lap, straddling one of his thighs with your ass just barely brushing against his cock. 

He squeezes Az’s throat a little harder, just for a few seconds, and then lets go completely. Az is completely silent, staring up at Cas with wide, eager eyes. 

“Good boy,” Cas says, patting Az on the cheek before turning his full attention to you. His eyes flash a deep, blood red as he waves a hand behind him like an afterthought. From his fingertips, red magic shoots out  like twirling arrows that wrap around Az’s wrists, pinning them to the headboard. 

If he wasn’t so horny, Cas would be in a state of shock, but it’s like it doesn’t register that he shouldn’t be able to do that. Or at least that he’s never done that before. It’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen and from the burning, crackling blue magic flowing through the bond from Az’s side you think that Az would agree if was capable of coherent thoughts. 

Az’s wrists are bound tight enough that he can feel the restraints pressing into his skin, but they’re still malleable and comfortable. His shadows surround the red bands, curious and excited. 

Cas leans in to press a firm yet gentle kiss to your lips, murmuring against them. “He’s being so good, isn’t he, angel?” 

You agree, letting the desire buzzing in your body ooze out through your words. “So good.” 

Then you stick your tongue in between Cas’s lips, coaxing a breathy moan from the male knowing it will have Az frothing at the mouth. He loves making the two of you put on a show for him, so you’re going to give him exactly what he wants. Except you make the rules this time, so you take your time exploring every crevasse in Cas’s mouth. Eventually, his hands slide up your waist, shoving up your thin top. 

“Off,” he commands, leaning back to watch you slip the fabric over your head. You toss it aside and arch your back as you fold forward to press your hardened nipples against his bare chest. 

“Pants, too,” he instructs, waving a hand at you. Within seconds you’re completely bare, cunt soaking Az’s pajama pants. Instinctively, you rub your clit against his thigh a few times and your ass brushes against Az’s clothed dick. 

It has him rocking his hips back and forth, needing just a little bit of friction to take the edge off of his overwhelming desires. Keeping his mouth shut is taking too much of his focus so his body’s getting antsy. 

“I think he liked that,” you say, acknowledging Az without turning around. Instead, you scoot forward, pressing your knees into Cassian’s sides to lift yourself and free up space for you to reach down, freeing his cock from its cloth prison.

Cas hums, saying nothing as he tightens his grip on your hips, lowering you onto him. He bends his legs, propping them up next to Az’s hips, and stretches you open, slowly easing himself inside. Behind you, Az whimpers, making Cas smirk as he tugs you down until your chests are flush. That gives Az a full, unobstructed view of what’s going on. 

Once you’ve adjusted to Cas’s size, you start to ride him, chasing a rapidly building high. Cas guides you, chin on your shoulder so he can stare straight at Az while he says “I want you to come on my cock, can you do that for me, baby?”

“Yes,” you hiss, grinding yourself down so his tip circles that sensitive spot deep inside you. 

“Then we’re gonna get at least one more out of ya before it’s Az’s turn. He made us wait, so now we’re making him wait.”

Az is squirming behind you but staying silent—Cas never said he couldn’t move, only that he had to keep quiet. Like he can read Az’s thoughts, Cas laughs; a sharp, growling chuckle like a predator messing with his prey. “And I know you think you’re getting away with something back there, but I can feel you moving. Keep going, if you want, but you’ll pay for it later.” 

This new side of Cas has you mumbling nonsense, just fragmented words and phrases conveying the message to keep going, right there. He uses his bent legs to his advantage, pounding up into you. The hands on your hips squeeze tighter and you hope they leave bruises behind so you can match Az. 

It doesn’t take long for you to find your release, milking every last aftershock until you slump onto Cas’s chest, boneless and breathless. 

“Got another one in there for us?” He whispers, tucking your hair behind your ear. 

“I can try,” you mumble against the curve of his pecs. 

“Good girl.” He helps prop you back up and, from his spot behind you, holds a hand out towards Az. The glowing red bonds dissolve, freeing his wrists, and he immediately scoots forward. Cas lifts you up, grabbing your ass to make room for Az to shimmy down flat on his back and then settling you with your knees next to his ears. 

Two thick fingers dip into your dripping cunt. Cas collects some of your slick before shoving you down onto Az’s waiting lips. 

He moves those fingers lower, circling the rim of Az’s hole to ease it open. Az whimpers, finally getting the touch he’s been wanting and it’s almost too much too fast. 

Cas slides his free hand down the curve of your ass and onto Az’s neck, curling his fingers around to press against his mate’s pulse point.

“I told you to keep quiet,” Cas snarls. Shadows nuzzle up against the hard planes of Cassian’s body, murmuring apologies that only Az can hear. 

You feel Az still beneath you but are so close to your second peak that you keep grinding against his face. It only lasts for a few seconds before Cassian loosens his grip. 

“You better make her cum. If you want me to fuck you, I want to hear Y/N scream your name,” he whispers, leaning down to graze his teeth against the skin behind Az’s ear. 

“Please, Az,” you whine, fingernails digging into the headboard as you writhe against his mouth searching for your release. His tongue darts into your folds and then he sucks on your clit, lapping up towards it with the flat of his tongue. “Fuck, do that again.” He obliges, wanting nothing more than to feel your walls fluttering against his tongue, to please you, to please Cassian. It’s getting to be too much, having Cas’s fingers working his hole open and you humping his face. 

When he dips his tongue into you again, you stutter into your climax. Your hips thrust up until your clit hits Az’s nose and then you grind down, each small movement sending shockwaves through your system. 

“Az,” you cry, slumping back against Cas as you’re hit with the full force of a second orgasm without getting the chance to recover from the first. It hits just on the pleasure side of the pain/pleasure spectrum and you ride it out, pulsing walls sucking his tongue back in. 

“Good job, honey,” Cas murmurs, wrapping an arm around your chest to pull you in as tight as possible. You let your core fall away from Az’s mouth and Cassian helps you crawl off of Az. Collapsing on the bed next to Az, you curl into his side, seeking out his warmth. 

Love you, you mutter through the bond, sending a flutter of purple magic his way. Shadows wrap you in a soothing cocoon in answer. 

Cas tugs Az down the bed, flipping him onto his stomach and pulling his hips back so Cas can slip his tip into the loosened hole. 

“You ready for me, baby? Think you can take it?” Cas asks, low and breathy since he’s teasing himself as much as he’s teasing Az.

“Yessss,” Az hisses, trying to tip his hips forward to take more. Cas barks out a laugh and smacks a flat palm down on one of Az’s cheeks. 

With your head curled to the side, you have a perfect view of the slight jiggle of Az’s ass. Cas’s other hand tightens around the sloping waist leading down to toned hips, and then he slaps again two, three, four times. 

“I never said you could speak,” he scolds. Az’s eyes are bright and glinting with unshed tears as he grasps desperately at the last remaining shreds of his self control. 

Cas waits for a full two minutes, slowly pushing his cock in deeper. Az stretches to accommodate him, tight rim tugging to try and speed the process along. “Fuck, you take me so well.”

When his pelvis is flush against Az, he bends down and slides his hand into the dark hair standing out against the white sheets. He tips Az’s head to the side, exposing one ear so he can mutter against it. “Okay, you can speak now, baby. You’re doing a good job, Azzie.” Azzie. The nickname shouldn’t arouse him like this, make him clench even tighter around Cas. It’s the name that you call him when you’re feeling sweet, when you really want something, or when you’re trying to get his attention when he’s really, really broken. Az isn’t sure which one of these things Cas is trying to communicate. All three, probably, with the way he’s nipping at Az’s earlier hard enough to break the skin. 

“Cas,” Az groans, arching his back to rub his dick against the silk beneath him. You scoot down and push him up on his forearms, slipping into the space beneath him to line your head up with his leaking tip. Cas starts thrusting, strokes wild, deep, and messy as he loses himself in the feeling of Az’s tightness, pounding against his prostate. 

“Not gonna last long,” Cas grunts, body frothing with lust and magic after spending so long teasing his mates. 

You suck Az in between your lips, swallowing as much of him as your current position will allow, and feel him twitch against your tongue. 

“Me ‘neither,” Az mumbles against the curve of your stomach, right below your belly button. His lips ghost against your skin, sending cool shadows in the direction of his breath. 

He fucks into your mouth every time Cas bottoms out in him, pushing him even deeper. Cas doesn’t last long, spilling into Az with a strangled choke. Azriel speeds up, hips bucking wildly as he takes 

“Gonna come for us, baby?” Cas rasps, running his hands up and down Az’s thighs, slumping forward to keep his dick inside, softening against Az’s prostate. 

“Y-yes,” Az keens as he spills himself into your mouth like all he was waiting for was permission. His cum drips down the back of your throat and you swallow it all, sucking him through the aftershocks of his orgasm until he whimpers, overstimulated and wriggling in between you and Cassian. 

Cas pulls out and guides Az until he’s laying back with his head and shoulders propped up by only the biggest, fluffiest pillows. You curl up against his side and lift your hand to Az’s neck, grazing the darkening bruises there. Within seconds, Cas has his hand wrapped around your wrist, squeezing it tight as he pulls your hand away. 

“Don’t,” he murmurs, letting his own free hand settle atop Azriel’s collarbone, fingertips following the trail of marks at the base of his mate’s neck. “I want him to wear them like a necklace.”

Az flushes the prettiest shade of red you’ve ever seen and you hum in acknowledgement. You turn to face Cas, grin as wild as your post-fuck hair. 

“Next time, I want you to choke him ‘til he’s blue in the face.”

Golden, molten-lava lust oozes through the bond followed by a bright white flash of shame that’s engulfed by shadows in less than a second.  

***

Az is up early the next morning, needing a moment to himself before his mates wake up. Alone at the kitchen table with only the slowly rising sun to keep him company, he works on shrouding the memories of last night in the darkness at the very back of his mind. 

When his shadows alert him that someone’s coming up the walkway, he bolts to the door to catch them before they knock or, Mother forbid, ring the bell and wake his slumbering mates. He still has his coffee in one hand when he swings the door open, scowling 

“Why, good morning, Shadowsinger,” Rhys drawls, a shit-eating smirk spreading across his face, smooth as butter. “I can come back later if you’re currently indisposed.”

And—oh. Az’s free hand flies to his neck, fingertips ghosting over the bruises littering his throat. In his haste to get to the door, he forgot to deal with those. 

Rolling his eyes, he swings the door open wider, beckoning his brother in. 

“Come in, you mongrel. But if you wake my mates, you’ll choke on my shadows.” The threat is light-hearted but completely serious when paired with the ice cold glare pinching at the corners of his eyes. Shadows nip at Rhysand’s heels as he follows Az into the cozy little kitchen, sinking into one of the worn, wooden chairs surrounding the table. 

Azriel opts to lean against the counter, one leg propped up and a hand clutching the cool marble. Rhys waves one hand, pouring and summoning a cup of coffee with a flick of his hand. 

“Show off,” Az snorts into his mug as he takes a long sip of his (black) coffee. 

“Somebody’s jealous,” Rhys teases as he adjusts the cream and sugar levels until they’re just right. 

Az lowers his mug revealing a nose wrinkled in distaste. 

“Of you? Never.” Disgust lasts mere seconds before laughter is bubbling out of his mouth, rumbling deep in his chest. It helps him breathe a little easier.

“I wouldn’t mind swapping places with you for a few days.” Rhys winks as he lifts his mug to his lips. 

“You’d have your hands full with those two.” Az waves his mug, gesturing vaguely towards his neck. “This is an anomaly.”

“Oh, I’m sure it is. Cassian always did like being thrown around a little bit too much.” Both males laugh, thinking about a younger Cas holding the full force of his power back in fights, grinning up at his opponent with a mouthful of blood and asking Is that all you’ve got? 

It’s quiet for a while as they sip their coffee, but then Rhys sets his mug down and leans forward, clasping his hands and resting his elbows on the table. 

“It’s okay if you liked it, though. They’re your mates, brother. It’s a safe way to be vulnerable, to let your guard down.”

Az’s hazel eyes narrow and his shadows spring into action, swirling around his feet. Rhysand waits patiently, knowing that cracking Azriel’s hard exterior would take time and a delicate hand. 

Eventually, he speaks. 

“I…enjoyed myself. Cas’s magic is much more powerful than I thought.”

“Oh?”

“It was damn near refined. I’ve never seen him have that much control over it, not even on the battlefield.” 

Rhys hums and cocks his head, picturing the explosive bursts of red that had cleared battlefields many times before. 

“That makes sense, actually. Cassian’s always been afraid of his power, more comfortable using physical force than magic. It could be a mutually beneficial exercise for the both of you—for all three of you, really. By letting your guard down, you likely allowed Cassian to tap into some of your self control. And the unequivocal trust that stems from bond ensured that both of you felt safe enough to let power flow freely through the bond. I suspect that if you keep practicing, Rhys pauses to flash a wink and a cheeky grin at the blushing Shadowsinger, “then eventually you’ll be able to borrow from each other outside of the bedroom, too.” He punctuates his sentence with a shrug; after all this Triad Bond was rare, so his ideas were merely conjectures. 

“So you’re saying we can strengthen our magic by having sex?” 

“Sex is a powerful act—of love, of trust, of acceptance—it could become a safe space for you to explore the depths of your powers together.” Az twists his face up in a (hilarious, in Rhys’s opinion) mixture of confusion and intrigue dusted with disgust. 

“This isn’t one of Y/N’s trashy romance novels.” 

“Or…maybe it is?” Az’s eyes narrow and his shadows stiffen like they’re offended. “Is it really so hard to believe that you’re worthy of a grand love story, brother?”

Azriel frowns, but before he can answer you stumble into the kitchen with Cassian a step behind you to prevent you from falling. Your feet are heavy as your body tries desperately to cling onto sleep. The sight of Azriel leaning against the counter with a pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips and one of Cas’ oldest sweaters with the sleeves bunched around his wrists prompts you to scurry faster—the soft version of the Shadowsinger is your favorite. 

“Morning, Azzie,” you mumble against his shoulder as you press your face into the soft wool, arms around his waist squeezing tight. Behind you, you hear the familiar low rumble of Rhys’ laughter and are grateful for the opportunity to bury your head further into your mate to hide your blush. You hadn’t noticed him; tunnel vision took over as soon as you saw Az looking sweet and cozy with his baggy clothes and steaming mug of coffee. 

“Oi, I’m here, too,” Rhys teases, prompting Cassian to pull him into a bear hug. 

“Good morning, Rhysie,” he croons, peppering sloppy kisses all over the High Lord’s face. Rhys chokes on his laughter as he tries to shove the brute off of him. 

Cassian is stronger, though, and only tightens his grip further. 

“Careful, brother,” Rhys drawls, suddenly stilling as he catches Az’s dark and stormy gaze locked on them, a slight twitching of his jaw betraying his well-concealed jealousy. “I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble later.” 

Cas loosens his grip and turns towards Az, grinning at the sight of his mate’s narrowed eyes. 

“That’s exactly what I’m hoping will happen,” he says, swatting at the errant shadow nipping at his neck. 

Rhysand backs away, hands held up in surrender. 

“Alright, well, I’ll leave you to it. And, Azriel, do try to keep your mind open, trust is a powerful magic.”

With that, a cackling Rhysand disappears, leaving you and Cassian to deal with the sputtering Spymaster left behind.

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[thehighlordishere]

Hi! Could you do prompt nr. 6 with Azriel? Thank you!

Ofc! Btw naming you polite anon for now😙I will write this in gn!reader

Safe-Azriel x gn!Reader

Prompt: "Shh, you're safe. I won't let you go."

Warnings: kidnapping, angst, torture, protective Azzy, cursing(?) Cassian being Cas,

You were taken in the night, and you were terrified. The one time Azriel was sent on a mission far away, you were taken.

Before you could even awake fully, or even contact him through the bond, a sedative was injected in you. You don’t what’s it called, but not only did it knock you out, it took your magic too.

Waking up with more bruises, than you can count, and in a very uncomfortable chair. You did not know you these people were, but you knew one thing, they wanted information. Moving your head up the best you could towards the opening door, walked in two men. One went to the side as one stood in front of you, ready to interrogate you, painfully. But you knew, you weren’t going to give them nothing. And it was going to hurt.

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Azriel would not rest. Would not sleep, eat, nothing till he got to you. He was far away in Prythrian from you, you were staying with Feyre and her sister Nesta for a “girls week” while he was gone. He was happy to know that you would be safe and happy, having fun while he was away. Or that’s what he thought.

He felt something in the night though the bond- it was a flicker of something before it was gone. It was fear. Immediately he shot up into the air. He has never abort a mission but, usually if you had a nightmare it wouldn’t be something like this-

What the hell are you doing? Rhysand seethed in his mind.

Something’s wrong- please, he had never pleaded before, check on y/n- Azriel still rushed through the clouds of the night.

y/n? They never came here to Feyre. Where is she? Rhysand asked, worriedly.

Shit.

Azriel didn’t reply, he was almost there, he had never flown so fast. He then continued discussing with Rhsyand. They had never made it Feyre and Nesta. Instead of heading for Rhsyand he rushed to their home, he didn’t bother getting his spare key they gave him, he kicked down the door before running to their room, the lamp was on but..the bed was empty. His roar of anger and anguish shook the mountains as he left as swiftly as he came.

He desperately tried to search through the bond. But he could barely get anything, someone drugged his mate- he growled at the thought. He was going to find them. And kill them.

He rushed into Rhys office, where he was already waiting with Feyre pacing on the side of the room. “Their side of the bond is completely shut down, I can barely get anything.” He was clinging onto it.

“We get them back Az.” Feyre reassured him (and herself). He growled before going to leave,

“Wait, Azriel.”

Rhys had found some pointers to who could have taken her. Some of one of the illyrians that rebelled and left the court. The fact that it was illyrians made him grow impossibly more angry and, scared, for you.

Him and Rhys flew through the cold air, morning soon, towards the camp. The bond slowly grew stronger, you were awake…and injured. Cassian had joined them at some point during the flight.

They had arrived, as much as he wanted barge in and kill anything in his way to his mate, he must plan first. He was the spymaster, and his shadows could-

Never mind, because Cassian flew into the building like a boulder thrown from the sky. Guess he could use that excuse to also barge in. He flew in after, with Rhys sighing, perched on a tree behind him. He slayed every man he came across, and freed any Illyrian female. He would kill everything that would even think to harm you.

🝮

Azriel reached you first. You were barley conscious, if that. You slumped into him, exhausted and hurting..we’re those tears on your cheeks? You had been through so much, and it hurt-like hell. Who was here? Why can you barely breathe or stand? Are they going to hurt you again?!-

“Shh, It’s alight dear, I’m here, your safe, I won’t let you, or let anyone hurt you again.” It was Azriel, who was wiping you tears away with his thumbs as he held your face to him. As if you would get hurt again if he let you go. You were situated on his lap as he held tightly onto you, his wings around you, shrieking you from the world.

Over time your breathing slowed down, he held you for as long as you both needed. The outside world did not matter. After a long while you were snuggled into him, his hand holding your head to his chest, as another figure entered the room. He instantly turned you away from them, shielding you with his body. You relaxed as you realized it was Cassian, he was covered in blood, but a look of concern and relief on his face (that was possible?). “No more are left. Let’s go.” You have never heard Cassian so quiet before.

Azriel stood up, still holding your sniffling form to him, he would not let go of you, till you were safe. He carried you through the hallways, purposely shielding your eyes form the bloody walls and bodies of men on the ground. You three met up with Rhys before you all took to the sky.

Az looked down at you and gave a soft kiss to your forehead. Not long after you arrived back to Veleris. The townhouse was closest, we’re Feyre and Nesta waited. He took you right upstairs first, he knew you didn’t want to deal with anyone right now, (neither did he) to his room.

He asked you softly if you wanted a bath. You felt so dirty but shook your head no, content in his arms. He comforted you through the night. Holding you tight within his arms in his bed, surrounded by his sent and him entirely. He would deal with everyone for you tomorrow. You don’t need to worry about a thing.

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𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬

“Azriel?”

“Yes love?”

“Why is my doorframe completely destroyed? -AND WHERE IS MY DOOR??”

Btw your actually besties with Cassian if you didn’t notice

Thank you for requesting! To long? To short? I tried to keep it shorter. Thank y’all for reading.𓆉

Ps. I forgot to proof read this, enjoy the grammar mistakes😘

[profoundbondfanfic]

Hi! I’ve been trying to find some good omega!cas fics, would you be able to recommend any? I’ve done some of my own searching, but I can always count on your reviews so wanted to check!

Hey! I hope you were looking for a long list because we got a little carried away with this lol

A Baby for Christmas by DyslexicSquirrel (Explicit, 11k words)

Dean Winchester finds a list of all the Eligible Alphas in town when he’s fixing Castiel Novak’s car and the fact that he’s not on it surprises him more than it should. He’s been pining for Castiel since he showed up in Oak Grove alone and pregnant, but Castiel never gave him, or any other alpha, the time of day. Now he’s on the hunt for a mate. Can he come up with a plan to make Castiel realize he’s the perfect alpha for him and make both their Christmas wishes come true?

A Little Grace by tricia_16 (Explicit, 99k words)

Castiel is well aware that a handsome, surprisingly gentle alpha like Dean was way out of his league even before he made the decision to become a single parent. Dean's been kicking himself for blowing his shot with Cas before he could even ask for it, and now Cas is happily taken (and adorably pregnant) by an alpha who doesn't deserve him. Neither one of them could have guessed that Castiel's baby would be what brings them together, but it turns out that a little Grace goes a long way.

All That's Best of Dark and Bright by orphan_account (Explicit, 21k words)

Dean Winchester is an alpha cop. He's got a soft spot for omegas with kids and a short fuse when it comes to people hurting them. When he signs in for his shift, his first call is to a break-in in a well to do suburban neighborhood. He meets Castiel Novak and his young son, Alfie. Someone has broken in to Castiel's house and scent marked. Castiel is unwilling to offer much information about himself or his life. Dean's happy not to push, but his partner Benny thinks that Castiel might know more about who broke into his house than he's willing to admit. As Dean tries to get Castiel to open up to him, he finds himself drawn to the omega. But Castiel has to be mated, right? He already has a kid. Or at least, that's what Dean believes.

At a glance by Nachsie (Explicit, 44k words)

The first time Castiel laid his eyes on Dean Winchester, he couldn't comprehend two things about him. One, why this incredibly handsome man was smiling at him asking to borrow his drink...and Two? Why he immediately smashed Castiel's drink into another man's face? Whoever said love was dead, never met Dean Winchester.

Decadent by Redamber79 (Explicit, 36k words)

Dean is the owner of Glads n Roses, where he specializes in unique flowers and bouquets, particularly in flower language. He also sells chocolates on the side. When Decadently Yours, a chocolate shop, opens across the street, Dean sees it as challenging his business. It doesn't take long however, before they strike up a deal to sell the new business' chocolates in the shop, and then he begins to fall for the Beta Castiel, even though he knows he's involved with the Alpha Gabriel, though not mated. As Dean and Cas get closer, he discovers something else. Cas is actually an Omega, with the sweetest scent under his blockers. But Dean refuses to poach, and as long as Cas is with Gabriel, he won't make a move. Life, however, has something else in mind.

Expectations by everandanon (Explicit, 418k words)

For centuries, the Winchester princes have taken omegas from the northern town of New Eden to bear the royal heirs before exiling them to the countryside - a punishment for a past dispute caused by the town's strict beliefs. When Prince John marries Lady Mary of Campbell and puts a Queen on the throne, however, most people assume the tradition has been set aside. Thus, it's a complete surprise to Dean when he's sent to New Eden to retrieve the girl they've arranged for. Cas, as a male omega in backward New Eden, has been ostracized and condemned by his town since he presented. To make matters worse? His sister is being given away to the crown prince of Winchester, never to return. But when the morning before the prince's arrival dawns and Anna is nowhere to be found, the town's council decides there’s only one thing for it: They’ll simply have to give him Cas instead.

Friends Helping Friends (Telling Me What My Heart Meant) by Annie D (scaramouche) (Explicit, 6k words)

Dean and Cas have known each other for about a year now, and in that time, Cas has never gone into heat. So far.

Following His Lead by InvictaAnimi (Explicit, 98k words)

Peak alpha, Dean Winchester, has the perfect life on paper. He owns his own architecture firm, is building a real estate empire, and has the choice of just about any omega partner that catches his eye. A fateful flight to London changes everything for Dean when he finds his true mate, the intrepid freelance photographer, Cas. Cas is gorgeous, brilliant, competitive, and driven. He’s everything that Dean could have hoped for. He’s also keeping secrets from him. Once they find each other, they must remain close until they mate or suffer from the debilitating and painful mating sickness. It wouldn’t be a problem if his mate would stay put, but Dean finds himself chasing his omega throughout Europe, using only the clues his mate leaves him. Dean must choose between his old life and this stranger, his career and his future mate. As an alpha, he is used to being a leader, the one in charge. To be with Cas, though, he’s going to have to follow his lead.

Head Down, Walk with Reason by goldenraeofsun (Explicit, 63k words)

As an omega, Castiel is ineligible for the throne after his father dies. When his uncle takes the crown, Metatron's first order of business is to arrange a betrothal with King John for the hand of his firstborn son, the Crown Prince of Terra. So Castiel flees. On his first night on the run, Castiel stumbles into a band of outlaws just at the border. Injured and wary, he has no choice to stay with them. And although he had planned to return to his own kingdom once it was safe, home might not be the place he left, but instead with Dean, their alpha leader that took him in.

Homemade by saltnhalo (Teen and Up, 5k words)

Dean Winchester, a successful but perpetually overworked and overtired engineer, meets chef and restaurant owner Castiel, his new neighbor. Castiel courts him in the form of homemade meals in Tupperware containers and handwritten notes, and Dean eventually takes it upon himself to return the favor.

In the woods by MalicMalic (Mature, 28k words)

All Castiel wants is to lead a simple life, away from the high society and his controling alpha mother. One chance encounter in the woods makes him believe that dreams just might come true, until life decides to make things complicated for Castiel. As he tries to save himself and his future, he doesn't realize that the solution to all his problems was just around the corner.

Lonicera by zation (Explicit, 46k words)

The one where destiny had a discussion with faith and they decided to have some fun, much to Dean and Cas’ chagrin.

Looking for: Alpha to Match Swimsuit by SillyBlue (Mature, 70k words)

Cas is 44, has a distant husband, a crappy job, and his only child is leaving for college. He plans to distract himself with a beach vacation for which his son and niece convince him to buy a cute swimsuit. But his husband decides he won't "let" him go to the beach dressed like that; a man his age in a bikini? Cas decides to keep the swimsuit - he can easily add "divorced" to the list of things to be sad about during his vacation after all. Claire and Jack decide to intervene by secretly creating a dating profile for one purpose: to look for a man that matches Cas' swimsuit. The unusual profile attracts Dean, who decided to combat his impending midlife crisis by taking some weeks off of work and buying beach wear that he had every intention of banishing to the back of his closet once it arrives. Lucky for him this has provided him with the perfect speedos to match Cas' swimsuit.

No Righteous Path by jupiter_james (Explicit, 111k)

On his 40th birthday, Dean Winchester suddenly begins to worry that he may have lost his chance for a real mate. He's been so focused on his business as a 24-hour roofing and repairman, that he's never taken the time to date properly, or even make any lasting friendships outside of his family. Beginning in their late 30's, alphas and omegas start to lose their mating and bonding hormones, making it more difficult - and often impossible - to mate or bond with anyone past a certain age. But as a modern Alpha, Dean would be content with a companion, at least. Blood bonds aren't the be-all, end-all. However, after a late night emergency roofing repair call from Castiel Novak, Omega, Dean starts to hope. Yearn. The only hangup is that Castiel admits to being as old-fashioned as the books he teaches. Nervous to go against his religious upbringing by being with someone who he can't bond properly, as alphas and omegas are intended to do. But he can't deny his attraction to Dean, and despite his sensibilities, he thinks that, just maybe, he can change for the man he's falling in love with.

Ready To Run by CrzyDemona (EvelynRaith), Inkblooded_Witch (Explicit, 117k words)

Castiel and Jimmy have always been close, on opposite sides of a single coin. While Jimmy’s rebellions have been loud, blatantly throwing every indiscretion in their father’s face, Castiel’s have been quiet, easier to hide, less publicly embarrassing. For this reason it’s no surprise when Jimmy is slated to be married off first. Something they’re informed of right as he has decided he wants to marry Balthazar, an Alpha he’s been courting on the sly for some time. Neither of them have been optimistic about their fates should they be left to their father’s tender mercies. Castiel knows that once Jimmy is gone, he will be next. He likes Balthazar, and sees no reason why they should both be condemned, so they hatch a plan. While Jimmy elopes and boards a steamer to Europe, Castiel boards a train to Nebraska as his twin. Knowing your life will never be the same is one thing, but Castiel never could have predicted what chaos would come of him getting on that train. Starting when plans to slip away before he reaches his intended destination quickly go awry.

real alpha by sharkfish (Explicit, 14k words)

Castiel has used Real Alpha since he was old enough to afford it. They’re a reputable company, and have never disappointed: every few months, Castiel calls in to an automated system to make his request, and within hours, there’s an alpha knocking on his door to fuck the heat out of him. He doesn’t care who it is, what they look like, how much stamina they have, whether they are angels or humans. It’s just an ends to a mean.

Refugee by RachaelLikesYaoi (Explicit, 123k words)

Dean Winchester was used to his brother bringing home omegas from work. They were all basically the same. Quiet, reserved, and... haunted. It made sense, Sam worked for a strictly omega lawyer that dealt with all sorts of different cases. It never really bothered Dean when they were brought home. They fixed up their guest room, replaced a couple of locks, and more often than not he wouldn't even see the omegas. It was easy. A piece of cake. Then Sam told Dean over dinner one night that one of his clients would be living with them for a year to complete his house arrest. A whole year, and no matter how many times his brother told Dean that the guy was harmless, Dean couldn't forget about what the omega had gotten arrested for. Assault. With a deadly weapon.

Roots of Fate by orphan_account (Explicit, 40k words)

Castiel Novak leads a quiet life in the little town of Fairhope. He tends his gardens and takes pride in filling his great-grandmother's footsteps as the town's honorary green witch. His quiet life comes to a halt when he gets a new neighbor and it's none other than the alpha of his dreams and high school crush, Dean Winchester. But Dean's not alone, he has a daughter now. Overnight, Fairhope is flipped on its head as every available omega and beta in town fights for the alpha's attention. Cas tries to help as best he can but Dean eventually comes up with his own solution and that's when the posters show up. Posters that claim that Dean Winchester is looking for a mate. But to win, you have to get a key from a certain orange cat. Let the games begin!

Running with the Wolves by Dancingdog (Explicit, 381k words)

Castiel made one mistake and it landed him with a child. Knowing his brothers would never accept an unmated omega with a child, Castiel chose not to tell his family about Samandriel for six years. But Michael found out anyway and Castiel soon finds himself on the run from his furious family. To save both his and his son's lives, he flees into the wilderness, where the 'wild folk' reside and they must learn to live as wolves rather than humans if they are to survive. Except, the wild folk are not the savages Castiel was led to believe whilst growing up, and he finds that maybe being a member of Dean's pack isn't so terrible afterall. Then his brother, Gabriel, shows up and takes an interest in Dean's omega brother, Sam. The problem? The Winchesters and Novaks have been enemies for centuries.

Scent Deprived by Destielshipper4Cas (Explicit, 41k words)

Dean rescues an omega from an illegal research facility. But after years of scent deprivation, the omega is catatonic at best and on the brink of going feral at worst. Now it’s up to Dean to save him. In order to break past Cas’ defenses, he might just have to let him into his home and heart in return.

The Stars Will Remember by casblackfeathers (Explicit, 60k words)

Being a hunter was all Dean knew ever since his mother had been killed by a demon when he was four. Hunting, offing monsters, and then jumping to the next case was his life. Then he met the most alluring and breathtaking omega he had ever seen and spent the next five years loving the hell out of Cas, their life together filled with the domestic lovey-dovey stuff Dean had never thought he would dig so much. When a simple salt-and-burn goes sideways, it ends up with Cas’ memories stolen from him. Dean is left to pick up the pieces of the life they built together, his ‘make it up as he goes’ strategy to prove to his mate that Dean’s still worth a damn, his only chance at getting Cas back. He’s done a shitty-ass job at keeping Cas safe before, but he will pull out all the stops now to woo his mate again and stir the memories Dean knows are still there buried deep inside Cas’ mind.

Undercover Boyfriend by CassondraWinchester (Explicit, 60k words)

Two men, one lie, and a whole bunch of trouble. Castiel Novak’s in serious trouble. His sister’s destination wedding in Mexico filled with several days of activities, is in only two days. And everyone expects to meet his underwear model Alpha boyfriend — the one he invented. Now Cas has to produce a half-naked hottie or suffer the worst humiliation of his life. But Cas just doesn’t date those kinda guys! Or even know any for that matter. Undercover FBI agent Dean Winchester’s cover is blown and he needs to disappear fast. When he ducks into a bar he runs into Castiel, a comic book artist, one very hot, but geeky Omega. And as luck would have it he just happens to be looking for an Alpha. Could they be the solution to both their problems? Or will trouble find them on the sandy beaches of Mexico?

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Masterlist!

And that's a wrap! Many thanks to all the writers, artists and betas who contributed to the first Destiel Beatles Minibang!

If you haven't had a chance, you can check out all the incredible works below!

The Long and Winding Road (Explicit), written by FriendofCarlotta with art by Gemma

1970: Sixteen years have passed since Dean and Castiel parted ways — separated after years of loving each other quietly and secretly at the boarding school they both attended.

Life took them along two very different paths, with Dean drifting across the country for years while Castiel launched a career in academia at Princeton. But now, a twist of fate is set to reunite them: as teachers at the same school where it all began.

Will they be able to find their way back to each other, or is it too late to start all over again?

When My Mind Is Wandering (There I Will Go) (Teen and Up), written by rachelindeed with art by hawkland Finale fix-it: In order to save Dean’s life, Cas has to temporarily take him as a vessel. While Dean’s body heals, they decide to explore what a life outside of hunting could look like. On a volunteer trip a few towns over, they are reminded of the beauty of community. And as Cas’s thoughts mix with his own, Dean learns how freeing it can be to see himself through the eyes of someone who loves him.

While My Guitar Gently Weeps (Teen and Up), written by eyesofatragedy67 with art by witchy-worm

Cas’s deal with the Empty broke Dean’s heart. And no matter what they tried, they couldn’t get him out.

They did manage to take care of Chuck, though, and with him out of the picture, Dean finally hung up his gear and built a life for himself. Or whatever passes for life when the one person you want to share it with most is out of reach.

But Dean’s got his bar, Charlie at his side, and his guitar to keep him company on the nights memories pull him under.

And he hopes against hope that someday Cas will return to him.

Anna, Go to Him (Teen and Up), written by butterflyslinky with art by golby-moon

Dean arrives at a new (but hopefully last) high school, where he meets overachiever Anna. There may be something going on there…if only she would stop talking up this guy called Cas.

Close Your Eyes and I'll Kiss You (Teen and Up), written by tfw_cas with art by golby-moon

Dean Winchester has been secretly in love with his college roommate and best friend Cas for years, but he’s convinced Cas doesn’t feel the same.

When he’s offered a teaching position thousands of miles away, he sees it as an opportunity to be closer to his brother… and maybe give himself some distance from his feelings for Cas. After all, it’s not like they can’t still be friends.

But things go badly when Cas finds out, and Dean’s not sure their friendship is going to survive. And as for his dreams coming true… Well, those are just lyrics, right?

In Matters of Faith (Teen and Up), written by celestial_starlight with art by witchy-worm

After Sam and Dean burn Cas’s body, Dean walks. He leaves Sam with a devil baby he can barely stand to look at and rents a cabin near the field where he spread Cas’s ashes. He prays to Cas day and night, desperate for his faith to mean something. His calls wake Cas and bring him right back to Dean’s doorstep. Dean takes him home, struggling to sort out a rollercoaster of feelings while the three of them figure out how to raise a nephilim child.

Love You With All My Heart (Explicit), written by samanddean76 with art by hexentaenzarin

Dean is an up-and-coming musician, who along with his brother Sam, has finally started to make waves with their band, The Quarrymen. Little does he know that the perfectly innocent Omega sitting in the front row of The Cavern Club, watching him perform with an enchanting smile, is the True Mate he has been longing for his entire life.

Castiel can hardly believe his luck, when he and Gabriel are invited backstage after the show. Once Gabriel slips away with Sam, Castiel is left alone with the incredibly handsome Alpha who spent the entire show singing every single song to him. But the club is raided before they can cement their bond, and Castiel is forced to flee into the night.

Whisked away by an overprotective mother, Castiel doesn’t know if he will ever see Dean again. He seeks solace in writing his poems, and fervently wishes that one day he will be reunited with the man he loves, not knowing that destiny and fate are working to bring the separated mates back together.

Lucy In the Tank With Morons (Explicit), written by queerwerewolf with art by TwinOne

Dean Winchester, a premiere shark biologist at the Georgia Aquarium, who works with their three tiger sharks, never ever expected to find himself enamored with a newly acquired giant Pacific octopus, and more importantly, her exceedingly handsome blue-eyed handler. In a little hide-away beneath the waves, Dean will fall in love in an octopus’s garden.

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Birthday Boy

❒ pairing : evelyn x mingyu

❒ word count : 6.4K

❒ synopsis : “One rule,” She toyed with his tie, leaning in close to his ear as she hooked her index finger to loosen it, her voice slightly above a whisper, “No touching.”

⚠️ warnings - 🔞 smut 🔞 read at your own risk! MINORS DNI

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Evelyn pressed the button on her home system to allow Nari up into the apartment, running around and making sure the animals had everything they needed for an overnight stay with her bestie. Her heels clicked on the hardwood floor as she walked over to check on Bleu first, smiling when she saw the kitty snuggled down into the blanket inside of the carrier fast asleep. Winnie was laid off on the side, chewing on her rubber ball making it squeak obnoxiously with each bite down.

“Hey there hot stuff,” Nari whistled as she walked in, closing the front door behind her, toeing her shoes off before walking further into the apartment, “Looking like a hot mama.”

“Do I look okay?” Evelyn hadn’t turned around yet, rummaging around to make sure both of the animals had plenty of stuff while they were away for the night. Maybe she was overpacking for them, but having more than you need is better than not having enough. “I couldn’t decide for the longest time and just went with this.” She turned on her heels and looked at Nari, her eyes practically falling out of her head when she noticed another person in her apartment.

“Surprise!” Nari wiggled her fingers, stepping aside and showing off the other person fully. After a few years living abroad in London, Minji was finally back in Korea after so long.

“Look at you,” Minji gushed as Evelyn practically sprinted into her open arms, giggling as she wrapped her arms around the younger girl. It was a few minutes later before Evelyn had pulled away and looked between her two former group mates.

“Wha-..How-...” Evelyn couldn’t even form words as she covered her mouth with her hand. By this time, Winnie had actually registered another person in the apartment and abandoned her ball, barking and jumping at Minji’s feet. Nari to the rescue picked the wiggly puppy up and gave her kisses to her head, scratching behind her ears.

“I came back to visit my parents and of course to see you girls again. Nari picked me up at the airport yesterday!” Minji nodded her head, taking a seat down at the kitchen island.

Evelyn pouted her lips slightly as she looked between her two former group mates, fanning her eyes with her hands quickly, “I wish I knew we could’ve-.” But she was cut off by both women waving their hands and murmurs of refusal between them.

“Oh none of that,” Minji smiled at Evelyn as she leaned back against the island, “And besides, I’m here for a few weeks so we have plenty of time to hang out. And from what I’ve heard from Nari over here, today is your man’s birthday, so who am I to keep you from him.”

“All I’m saying is-,” Nari cuts in as she crossed her legs sitting next to Minji at the kitchen island, “I know it’s his birthday but he better fuck you so good tonight with how hot you look.”

Evelyn blushed furiously at Nari’s sudden comment, Minji giggling in her seat as she covered her face with her hand.

“Don’t encourage her,” Evelyn pointed a finger at the giggling woman before tossing Winnie’s leash in Nari’s direction. At that, her phone pinged and when she noticed who the text was from, she turned quickly on her heels and waved her phone around jokingly, “Oh my god look at the time, you two must be going now please.”

Nari wiggled her eyebrows before hopping off of the stool and clicked on Winnie’s leash, Evelyn in the process had bent down and gave the puppy a kiss on her head, booping her nose gently. She then moved over to Bleu’s carrier, unzipping the front flap and scratching the kitty behind her ears, heart melting slightly at the purring as she zipped the flap back up.

“Winnie, your mother is going to pound town later, send her your condolences now,” Nari hooked the handle of the leash around her wrist before grabbing the bag of food and toys, while Minji helped out and took care of the cat carrier.

“Yah, don’t corrupt my children like that,” Evelyn shot Nari a playful glare, “You don’t know, maybe we won’t and we’ll watch a movie or something.”

“Yeah okay,” Nari winked and gave her an okay symbol with her hand and a wink, leading the way out of the apartment. Minji gave Evelyn another hug and promised her that they would hang out while she was still in town before following Nari out, and right before the door closed shut behind them, Nari poked her head back in, “And wear protection children. I’m too young to be an auntie already.”

“Out!”

Evelyn was running around like a mad man, changing her earrings for the third time and applying a different shade of lipstick before she heard the familiar jingle of her home system for the second time that evening. Looking at the monitor, she smiled to herself seeing Mingyu dressed nicely in the camera, pressing the button and waiting patiently by the door for his familiar tune of knocks.

A few moments had passed by before three knocks sounded at the door and Evelyn felt that jittery feeling in her bones when she opened the door.

“Excuse me Miss, do you know if an extremely gorgeous girl lives here? She’s about this tall,” Mingyu gestured with his hand before looking down at his non-existent watch, glancing up at her with a smirk, “I’ve come to retrieve her for our dinner date.”

“Hmm, she doesn’t sound familiar but I’ll let you know if I see her,” She giggles as she steps backwards and allows him into her apartment, wrapping her arms around his midsection in a hug when he closes the door behind him. He reciprocated the action, his arms hugging her tight to his body with a hum.

“Happy birthday my love,” She lifted her head up, her eyes finding his as she pressed a kiss to his lips, her heels giving her a few extra inches. Mingyu hummed into the kiss as he pecked her lips a few more times.

“Mm thank you baby,” He leaned back and let his arms trail down her sides, his eyes traveling down her figure slowly. The velvety red dress she was wearing complimented her body tremendously and the pair of black heels paired well with the red color.

His hand found hers as he laced their fingers together, “God I feel so underdressed with how beautiful you look.”

“Not at all,” She held his navy tie in between her fingers, fixing the material around his neck, “If anything, you’ve out dressed me.” She pressed a kiss to the side of his mouth, her hand falling down his chest.

Mingyu caressed the back of her head as he watched her with so much love and adoration behind his eyes. He fixed the watch on his left hand, eyes widening playfully as he wiggled his eyebrows, “Let’s get out of here before we miss our reservations.”

Mingyu groaned as he threw his head back against the chair he was sitting in, his vision obstructed by the blindfold secured snuggly around his head. After arriving home from their dinner date, Evelyn had sat him down in one of her chairs in her living room, tying one of her scarves around his head while she got his present ready. The anticipation was killing him on what she was even doing, she was being way too quiet.

“Hey baby? You didn’t leave me right?” He picked his head up as he looked blindly around the apartment. The material was thin enough that he could make out objects around the room but just thick enough so he could barely see anything else.

Evelyn walked quietly into the living room, a giggle leaving her mouth as she took a look at Mingyu’s clueless state. She looked down at what she was wearing, biting the inside of her cheek gently before stalking over towards him, setting down the objects she was holding down onto the table next to him.

“Now why would I leave the birthday boy by himself on his birthday? What kind of girlfriend would I be?,” She pressed a kiss to his forehead, climbing onto his lap so she could straddle him. Mingyu gasped softly as he instinctively grabbed at her hips to keep her from falling off. Evelyn rubbed at the sides of his head with her thumbs, gently toying with his ears before reaching behind his head and untying the blindfold. It took a few minutes of rapid blinking before Mingyu had regained his vision, looking up to Evelyn now that she was taller than him with curious eyes. That was until his vision went down the length of her body and realized what she was actually wearing.

“God baby…” Mingyu groaned as he took her all in. There she was, perched in his lap and dressed in nothing else but his sheer white detailed shirt that he always wore fastened by just a few buttons and a pair of white lace panties.

“You like?”

“I fucking love it,” He leaned forward and smashed his lips onto hers, grabbing her around her waist. She smirked into the kiss, reaching down and grabbing his arms and moving them off of her. She pulls away with a wicked grin on her lips, moving his arms down so he was holding onto the arms of the chair instead.

“I’m glad you think so,” She sat back in his lap to gaze down at him. There was a fluttering feeling in the pit of her stomach as only she knew what was to come, “Because that was only one part of your present. All you have to do now is sit there and enjoy yourself for the next part. However-,” She traced a hand down his chest, feeling rather bold and cheeky.

“One rule,” She toyed with his tie, leaning in close to his ear as she hooked her index finger in to loosen the fabric, her voice only slightly above a whisper, “No touching.”

She then leans down to nuzzle at his neck, her lips brushing the skin just below his jaw ever so slightly. Mingyu’s hands tightened against the arms of the chair and his eyebrows pulled tightly together, wanting nothing more than to take her to bed and completely ravish her right then and there.

Mingyu inhaled a sharp breath the second Evelyn started to press kisses up the length of his neck. He swallowed thickly when she had pulled back to grin at him before she mouthed underneath his ear, leaving a soft and teasing kitten lick just behind his lobe.

“What, do you like when I kiss you here?” She smiled into his skin, pressing a kiss on the spot she had just licked, “Or here?,” She proceeded to move down to press a kiss on his jaw. Mingyu lets out a pleasure filled groan as she continues her attack on his neck.

“How cute…my baby seems to be so sensitive everywhere,” She nipped at the skin on his neck, sucking a bruise into the skin. The stylist would get on her case again but this particular moment she could care less.

“You’re killing me baby,” Mingyu groaned as he bit his lower lip, his palms starting to sweat as he held onto the arms of the chair, “Please can I just hold onto you?”

“Ah-ah,” Her thumbs rubbed his cheeks playfully as she pressed a kiss to his nose, “That would ruin the present.”

Pressing a final kiss to his lips, Evelyn crawled off of his lap and sunk down onto the floor to her knees. Her hands made quick work of unbuckling his dress pants and with his help of tilting his hips upwards, she pulled them down so that they sat just past his knees. The bulge in his boxers was more prominent with how much he was turned on. With a teasing hand, she reached forward and cupped his bulge, her thumb teasing the tip through the fabric. Her eyes never left his as he sucked in a sharp breath watching her below him.

“H-Ha..please baby.”

Evelyn responded back with a hum as she felt the wetness from pre-cum soaking through the material of his boxers with her thumb. With a grin painted to her lips, she hooked her fingers in the waistband and pulled the boxers down to join his dress pants, dropping a dollop of spit into her palm before grabbing hold of his cock and started to work him up and down while making sure to tease the tip coated in pre-cum. Mingyu choked out a gasp as he tilted his head back against the chair with a thud, blunt nails digging into the arms of the chair.

“Fuck babygirl…” It comes out more like a whine as she continues to jerk her hand up and down his length giving herself ample time to work up enough saliva in her mouth. She loved having him like this. Being an absolute weak puddle in her hands. It was such a nice role reversal that she had been craving for so long.

A mantra of curses poured out of his mouth when she sat up on her knees, leaning forward and wrapping her lips around the tip of his cock. Eyelashes fluttered against her under eyes as she gazed up at him from her spot on the floor, Mingyu subconsciously tilting his hips forward slightly. Evelyn took him further into her mouth, humming around the hardened length sending bolts of pleasure straight to Mingyu’s brain.

She took her time, hollowing her cheeks and bobbing her head up and down his cock in a good rhythm. Occasionally, she would slowly pull all the way off and suckle at the tip, using her tongue to flick and kitten lick around the head before moving down and dragging her tongue over the thick veins on the underside of his cock.

“Ah- F-Fuck baby,” Mingyu groaned as he picked his head up from where he had thrown it back against the chair, his gaze dropping down to watch the show in front of him. His eyes slammed shut as he involuntarily picked his hand up and threaded it through her hair, pushing her back down onto his cock. But just as quickly as he had done that, Evelyn was pulling away from his cock and yanking his hand out of her hair with a stern look, “Breaking the rules already?” She playfully glared at him as her hand slowly jerked him, waiting for him to respond.

Mingyu shook his head back and forth against the chair, clenching his eyes shut and his mouth open to pant, “N-No baby I– just feels so good,” he slurred his words together, bringing one of his hands up to run it through his own hair, grabbing onto the short strands, “Gonna cum if you keep it up like that.”

Evelyn giggled as she rotated her wrist a few times, “Oh yeah? Feels that good, huh?” Bringing her other hand up to fondle with his balls.

Mingyu’s eyes shot open and he swallowed thickly, his abs clenching with desire, “Y-Yes– Soso fucking good babygirl.”

Evelyn licked her lips before she brought her mouth back down to his cock and pressed a feather-like kiss to the tip before she continued down the length, peppering random kisses wherever she deemed was worthy enough. Every so often she would dart her tongue out and lick alongside the veins as if she was licking a lollipop.

“Fuckkk– m’so close baby,” His breathing quickened and dull nails scraped against the leather of the seat, “Wanna cum down your throat– please please baby.”

Evelyn rolled her eyes as she pressed another kiss to the tip, “Giving order now?”

“Please baby,” He begged her. He was using every bone in his body to keep his composure and hold off his orgasm but she looked so good on her knees in front of him and he would do anything to have her lips wrapped around his cock again.

Evelyn grinned up at him as his cock started to pulse in her hand and she knew he was about to snap any second. She twisted her wrist around a few times before she obliged, leaning forward and dipping her tongue in his slit, gathering up the beads of pre-cum forming. Without any further warning, she shoved a good portion of his cock into her mouth and bobbed her head repeatedly. It was more than she had ever taken before. She breathed heavily through her nose as if silently willing herself to not choke. Her eyes flickered up to Mingyu watching as his head fell back against the chair with a thud and his face was tilted up towards the ceiling, mouth open and pant after pant escaped.

He was losing his mind. Each stroke of Evelyn’s tongue and each suction from her hollowed cheeks sent him overboard. His leg started bouncing from how close he was getting. He opted for digging his nails into his palms to save her leather chair from any further nail marks. His brain was fuzzy and his eyes were on the brink of rolling to the back of his head every time Evelyn sank down and engulfed more of him into her mouth.

“I– I’m gonna cum– shit,” Mingyu dropped his head back down to watch the rest of her taking him. His eyes were half-lidded as he bucked his hips slightly.

The whole sight was such a mess. Strings of saliva were dripping from Evelyn’s mouth down onto his balls and covering her hands as she pumped what little of his cock was left unattended. The vibrations of her moans and the sounds of her gagging were sending him into complete overdrive. With one last suck in from her cheeks, Evelyn forced herself to swallow him entirely, her nose brushing his neatly trimmed hair as she gagged a little more, hot ropes of cum shooting down her throat. She pulled back slowly as she swallowed down the cum, moaning around his cock as she sucked him dry.

“F-Fuck yeah baby,” He practically whined as his jaw went slack, his eyes never leaving Evelyn’s as she welcomed his orgasm, “Such a good fucking girl. Swallowing everything so so pretty.” His entire body buzzed like it was on cloud nine, his head spinning and the dress pants around his knees restricted him from any drastic movements of his legs.

Evelyn pulled off of his cock with a pop, using her thumb she cleaned up the remnants of cum that leaked out of her mouth and pushed it back in to swallow, sucking on the digit as her eyes fluttered up to Mingyu’s. With a dull ache to her legs from how long she had been sitting on them, she used his knees as leverage and pushed herself up off of the floor, climbing back into his lap and straddling his thighs.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought their bodies closer together, pressing their lips together in a messy, passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together in beautiful harmony and Mingyu couldn’t help but groan as the faint taste of himself lingered in her mouth. Evelyn was the first to pull away, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose.

“How was that?” She asked with her voice sounding a little hoarse, her hands finding their way to the back of his head to play with the little baby hairs at the base of his neck, scratching her nails up into his scalp.

“So fucking good baby, you have no idea,” Mingyu’s blissed our face matched his slurred speech, “You’re such a good girl.” He grinned up at her pouting his lips and asking for another kiss. She obliged and leaned forward, this time the kiss was slow and meaningful. They took their time and explored each other’s mouth a bit more before the pulled apart, Evelyn scooting herself back on his thighs a bit.

“Now, it’s my turn.”

Before he had time to process what she had said, Evelyn had tapped two fingers on his mouth, Mingyu immediately following orders as he parts his lips. She gently pressed her two fingers inside instructing him to suck on them. He took his time and swirled his tongue around the digits, coating them nicely in copious amounts of his saliva. Her eyes were locked onto his as he took his time moving her fingers around his mouth, pressing down on his tongue gently at times. She couldn’t help the grin plastered on her lips. She loved everything about this. Loved the control that she has over him in this current moment.

Once she deemed them as well coated, she removed them from his mouth and pressed a kiss on the side of his mouth. Her hand trailed down until she reached her core, sliding her fingers right through her folds, dipping the tips of her fingers into her entrance before sliding the digits over top of her sensitive nub.

She moaned directly into his ear when she managed to get a good rhythm going with rubbing tight circles over top of her clit and giving herself some stimulation, “A-Ah…” She squealed as her free hand gripped the back of the chair behind his head. Mingyu’s mouth dropped open in awe as he watched her bring herself to release above him, eyes flicking between her fingers rubbing her clit and back up to her face twisted in pleasure. He loved watching her come undone whether it be at the wrath of himself or her own fingers. His hands wandered away from the arms of the chair and smoothed up her thighs, but again just as quickly as he did, she sat back in his lap and pulled his arms off, her lust filled gaze staring him down for the second time, “That’s strike two. One more and I’ll finish myself elsewhere.”

“Can’t help it baby- you look so fucking hot right now,” Mingyu swiped his tongue over his bottom lip as Evelyn got back on track, her fingers rubbing herself faster and faster to make up for the lost bit of time. Beads of sweat trickled down her face and she scrunched her eyebrows together as the peak was approaching again.

She let go of the chair and brought her hand up to her chest, grabbing a hold of her left breast through the shirt and tweaking her own nipple, pulling and twisting the bud between her fingers at the same time as she was rubbing her clit. A quiet gasp left her as her toes curled tightly behind her, sparks of pleasure coursed through her body.

Despite the awkward angle, she slipped her two soaked fingers inside of her entrance, letting go of her breast and bringing that hand down to take the place of rubbing her clit, “Ngh– Gyuuu,” she whined as she threw her head back. Working up the strength, she managed to pull her right leg forward and place her foot onto the arm of the chair beside Mingyu’s arm, giving her room to spread her legs and let him have a nice view of her.

He was completely mesmerized by her, the loud squelching filling not only his ears but his cock as well. Her fingers were coated in her wetness and with each thrust in and out, the slim digits were only getting wetter and wetter. He dug his fingernails into his palms again to ground himself.

Evelyn gasped as she squeezed around her own fingers, her body practically doubling over as she circled her clit faster. Her mouth fell open and squeals of pleasure fell out as she clamped her eyes shut, leaning so much forward that her forehead landed on Mingyu’s shoulder. He could tell she was getting close to the edge and decided to give her a hand at getting herself there.

“Feel good baby?” He couldn’t see her face but he could hear her heavy panting against his shoulder and the loud squelching coming from her entrance so he could only imagine.

Evelyn nodded against his shoulder, “F-Feels so g-good Gyu,” Her rhythm was getting sloppier by the minute and she was ready to burst at any moment. She was starting to see stars and her mind was going blank.

“C’mon make yourself feel good,” She was close enough to him that he could turn his head and press a kiss to the side of her head, “Make yourself cum,” and that’s all it took for her to bite her bottom lip as she moaned against his shoulder, her walls squeezing around her fingers as she orgasmed around them. Her fingers slipped out of her entrance with ease and she brought both of her hands up to grope her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers for some added stimulation.

“That was so hot baby,” Mingyu murmured into her hair, talking her through her high. He didn’t know if this counted as touching her but she was either too far gone or just didn’t seem to mind so he kept pressing kisses to her head and nuzzling his face into her neck, “Wanna touch you,” he mumbled and his lips formed a pout when she leaned back, moving her leg down to straddle him again.

She shook her head with a lazy smile, eyes heavy, “M’not finished with you yet.” She reached over and grabbed the small bottle of lube and condom packet.

Holding the corner of the packet by her teeth, she ripped the packet cleanly and took out the condom, rolling the rubber down his already hardening length. Mingyu groaned when she made quick work pouring a glob of lube into her palm, stroking his cock to coat it evenly.

Taking hold of his length, she rubs the tip back and forth against her clit causing them both to moan one after another. She proceeded to line it up with her entrance and sink down onto his throbbing cock slowly, her eyebrows pulled together at the stretch. Her hand’s fly to his biceps as she sinks down until she’s flush with his hips, a small gasp falling from her lips as she adjusted to get used to his size.

Mingyu groaned as her walls squeezed tightly around him. His eyes were drawn down to where they were connected, smiling up at her, “Always take me so well hm? Such a good girl.”

Evelyn’s face flushed a slight shade of pink at the praise, leaning forward to capture his lips with hers as she started to rock her hips back and forth. She couldn’t take it anymore with him moving inside of her and she moaned against his lips as they broke away. Her nails dug into his biceps when she lifted her hips and started to bounce herself up and down, “A-Ah– Gyu.”

“Fuck baby,” Mingyu groaned right along with her, his head falling back against the chair to watch her with hooded eyes.

She was a hot mess of whines and slurred cries as she continued to bounce in his lap. It was getting harder and harder for her to maintain this dominant act over him and she was readying herself to cave at any moment. She brought their faces together and smashed their lips together in a messy kiss, pulling back so she could pant against his mouth. Her thighs burned deliciously with how long she had been riding him for and each drop down made her body shudder violently with how close she was to her peak.

“I-I’m getting close-,” But just as she speaks, her sentence is quickly interrupted as she cries out a loud moan. The tight coil in her stomach was ready to snap any second and she wanted to cum so bad. The room was quiet and there was nothing but exasperated moans lingering between the two of them, Mingyu was busy fighting every bone in his body to keep his promise and follow the rules, hands pressed securely to the leather arms of the chair.

“Mhm,” Evelyn hummed softly, her head tipping backwards as she rocked her hips back and forth, bracing herself against his shoulders as she rode him, this being the perfect angle for him to reach deep inside of her.

“Fuck baby,” Mingyu groaned in the back of his throat, pulling his bottom lip in between his teeth as his eyes flicked back and forth completely mesmerized from where the two of them were joined and up to Evelyn’s face contorted in pleasure, “Feels so good like this baby- look so fucking good.”

Evelyn’s nails dug into his shoulders as she continued to bounce on his cock despite her burning thighs, “Gyu-,” She practically whined, lolling her head forward to look down at him. The muscles in her thighs felt like they were on fire causing her bounces to become sloppy and uncoordinated, the steady rhythm she had fading away. As much as she didn’t want to throw in the towel on being the dominant one tonight, she couldn’t go on for much longer, “I-I…”

“Talk to me baby,” His eyes scanned every inch of her face looking for any signs of discomfort.

“I-I can’t go anymore,” She confesses as she squeals out another moan, her sharp nails falling from his shoulders and onto his biceps, “Please ...please help me.” At her words, Mingyu’s hands flew to her hips and helped her reach her orgasm. He had been waiting for this moment all night long. He rocked his hips upwards as he aided her in bouncing on his cock. Her vision clouded over with stars as she rode out her orgasm, gripping Mingyu’s messed up dress shirt which was a miracle that he even still managed to keep it on. She collapsed against his body, her own tingling with pleasure and oversensitivity, “Your turn. Touch me all you want.”

Once in the bedroom, Mingyu had Evelyn laid out in the middle of her bed, his thumb swiping over the opening of the lace panties, dragging his middle finger through her folds and rubbing gently at the still sensitive nub, “Crotchless panties hmm? Must’ve riled me up so good to not notice these earlier.”

Evelyn bit the inside of her cheek as she nodded against the bed lazily, huffing out a soft sound of pleasure as he moved his thumb down to tease her clit, “Mhm, wanted to be pretty ‘n wanted to wear them for you.”

“You’re always pretty to me,” Mingyu unbuttoned his dress shirt with what little buttons were still hooked together and dropped the garment onto the floor; his dress pants and boxers long forgotten in the living room. He climbed on top of Evelyn, caging her between his arms, pressing kisses to her lips as he spoke each word, “You’re gorgeous — kiss — beautiful — kiss —sexy,” he began pressing kisses down the column of her neck, down her collarbone, all the way until he reached the valley of her breasts. She only had the top button of his white cover shirt buttoned so it was easy access for him to take one of her nipples into his mouth and suck while his hand came up and pinched the other, rolling the bud between his fingers.

Evelyn threw her head back against the bed as she threaded her fingers into his hair and tugged at the short locks, “Ah– Mmm,” she was beginning to realize that not only was the no touch rule torture for him, but for her as well. She always craved his touch, especially in moments like these.

Mingyu leaned back on his heels, reaching into the drawer and pulling out another condom. He tore the packet with his teeth and slipped the rubber out and onto his cock, giving himself a few jerks of his wrist. He looked around the room before it had dawned on him that the lube was still sitting in the living room, “Baby, I’ll be right back–,” he started but Evelyn cut him off when she used her foot to hook behind his back.

“I’m good enough still,” She nodded her head as she lifted her arms above her head, “Just– Inside please.”

A grin formed on Mingyu’s lips as he leaned forward, guiding himself down to her entrance. His tip barely poked in before he glanced up at her, “You sure?” With a nod of her head, he slipped the head of his cock in, bracing himself on either side of her head with his forearms and rocked his hips forward in one quick thrust.

Evelyn moaned out loud as she dropped her arms down around his shoulders, her nails digging into his back. Mingyu pulled out before thrusting back in, his jaw clenched tight as her gummy walls squeezed his cock like a vice grip.

“Fuck yeah baby,” He leaned back and hooked the back of her knees in the crevice of his elbows, leaning forward again so she was practically folded in half. This new angle caused him to slip inside deeper and the two of them moaning in sync. The speed of his hips picked up as he slammed into her, hitting one spot in particular over and over again.

“Oh fuck,” Evelyn turned her head to the side as she whined, bringing one of her hands up to her face to bite on her index finger while her other hand securely dug her nails into his shoulder. Mingyu continued to pound into her from the angle, biting his bottom lip and groaning in the process.

Evelyn unlocked her ankles from behind his back and tapped Mingyu’s side with her foot to gain his attention, causing him to pause his thrusts, drop her legs and lean back to look down at her in concern that something was wrong, “Are you okay? Is it hurting?” She shook her head as her eyes scanned around his face, her chest rising and falling as she panted heavily, a thin layer of sweat covering both of their bodies.

“I just wanna turn over,” She pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth, batting her eyelashes up at him.

“Yeah– Yeah baby,” He pants out as he helps her flip over onto her stomach, waiting patiently like an eager puppy until she adjusts herself comfortably, crawling up the mattress a little on her hands and knees. He grabbed a pillow and shoved it underneath of her hips to make this position a little more comfortable for her to be in.

With a quick swipe of his tongue across his lower lip, he rested one palm of his hand around her waist and the other made a swipe through her folds before pressing into her again in one quick motion, plunging inside of her tight entrance once more. Evelyn gripped the duvet cover between her fingers as she dropped her head to moan into the sheets.

“So g-good,” Evelyn slurred as she dropped down onto her forearms. She arched her back so she could meet Mingyu’s thrusts, mantras of whines and moans echoing into the room, “I love you Gyu.”

“I love you too baby,” Mingyu rubbed at her sides with his hands, leaning forward and capturing their lips together as his thrusts slowed up just a bit. Evelyn pulled away so she could drop her head, he peak reaching closer and closer.

“F-Fuck-,” Mingyu sucked his bottom lip in between his teeth, leaning back and tilting his chin to look down at where the two of them were connected and he groaned out loud at the visual of the creamy white ring of cum that was collecting at the base of his cock.

With his fingers rubbing hard and fast on her clit and his cock pummeling forwards into her, “I’m- I’m cumming,” Evelyn squealed out a loud moan as a gush of liquid soaked the bed sheets below in a decent size puddle, the slight force nudging Mingyu’s cock out slightly. Her toes curled inwards as her thighs quivered from the third orgasm of the night.

“Ha Fuck–,” He drawled out his moan as his open hand found her hip and held on tightly, speeding up his thrusts as his climax was reaching closer and closer, “M’almost there baby,” It was only a few more jolts of his hips later that Mingyu was yanking himself out of her, ripping the condom off and tossing it to the side before jerking himself to his release, spurts of cum landing in various spots on Evelyn’s back and his shirt, some going as far to drip down the curve of her ass.

Evelyn’s arms finally gave way as her chest fell forward onto the bed, her ass end still being stuck in the air. Her eyes fluttered closed as the overwhelmingness and oversensitivity from her intense orgasm started to fully sink in. She could honestly fall asleep in this position with how spent her body was. Her eyes lazily popped open when a gentle hand pushed up his shirt a little and rubbed at the skin on her back, moving down the length of her back down to her ass and back up again. A groan left her mouth when she processed what exactly he was actually doing.

“God you’re so gross,” She whined as Mingyu practically massaged his release into her skin, “And I can’t even move away I’m too tired. You can take the hassle of cleaning me in the shower then.”

A big dopey grin plastered across Mingyu’s face as he chuckled from behind her, leaning forward so he was hugging her. His semi-hard length rubbed alongside her folds as he nuzzled his face right by her head. She stuttered out a soft whine at the sensitivity, tilting her head slightly so Mingyu could press kisses into her skin.

“Best birthday ever.”

“It better be, my legs can’t stop shaking,” Evelyn joked as she wiggled over to make room for Mingyu as he let go and flopped down onto the bed beside her. He brought a hand up and cupped her face, bringing their lips together in a slow and passionate kiss.

✨ some visual aid for the chap ✨

-> mingyu wearing this dress shirt w/ black dress pants

-> evie wearing the red dress for the dinner date; then just wearing that white shirt in 4th pic w/ pair of white lace panties

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Rowaelin Month Day Fourteen: Survival @rowaelinscourt

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Part 13 of 15—I’ve had the idea of this chapter in the books since part two or three, when I decided that this story would actually play out a story arc and I would give it a decent send off.  So…yeah.  This chapter means a lot to me.  I hope it’s worth it to you.

Warnings: none, she just long. ~5.5k words.

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Hey, Ranger

When he woke up with a hangover the following morning, Rowan couldn’t be surprised. He’d brought it on himself, after all. 

“Son of a bitch,” he cursed as he rolled out of bed.  His head pounded out a heavy rhythm and his muscles followed suit.  Stupidity won out last night and he was facing the consequences. 

His apartment was freezing as staggered down the hall to his bathroom.  Even after splashing cold water on his face, he still couldn’t quite wake up.  Unfortunately, that did not save him from the memories of the night before.

The bar.

Aelin and Fenrys.

The things he’d said.

Coming back home to drink nearly half a bottle of whiskey on his own.

He was a fool.

His mouth tasted like something had crawled in and died at some point in the night.  Rinsing with water he already grabbed his toothbrush and paste.  He hadn’t gotten blackout drunk to the point of puking his guts up, for which he was grateful.  But it had been a long, long, time since he’d drunk like that.  He knew better than to be so reckless.

As he brushed his teeth, he finally realized what else was wrong with the morning.

Rowan punched the light switch to the bathroom.  Nothing.  Nothing but the dim light coming through the small window above the toilet.  Hell.  He went back to the hall and flicked another light.  Nothing.

He finished brushing his teeth before heading back to his room to check his phone.  Thankfully the device was at a thirty percent charge.  There were a few missed texts from squad mates just making sure he was alright and a message from Gavriel.

>>Gavriel: Winter storm is picking up.  Be ready for calls at any time.  City predicts power outages. 

Well that explained that.

And why he was so cold.  He snagged a sweatshirt from his laundry basket and pulled it on.  With a little more protection against the cold, Rowan went to his hall closet for his emergency kit—the one with flashlights, candles, food rations, and other necessities.  There he found a spare battery pack that he could hook his phone up to for the extra juice.  Then he went to his living room and pulled back the drapes to see the damage the storm had brought.

An expanse of pure white greeted him.

The apartment complex was draped in a thick blanket of snow.  The street, the cars, the trees—all of it was covered.  Even now, snow still fell from the sky.  It was strange, Rowan decided; how in once instance the snow could appear so nonthreatening when in reality, he knew the chaos it could bring.

It would only be a matter of time before Gavriel called the team in.

Rowan returned to the kitchen to find a protein bar and banana to eat.  He had a propane stove he could use to heat something up if he really wanted, but the fumes wouldn’t mix well with his hangover.  Besides, he also had a protein shake and some other things that could fill him up easily enough.

For whatever reason, he glanced at his door.  He wondered if Aelin had made it home alright.  A small part of him wanted to text her, just to see.  But given the way they’d left things—he doubted she’d want to hear from him.

He groaned, squeezing the bridge of his nose with two fingers.  Had he really turned her down last night?  Had he really acted like such an ass?

Yes, on both accounts.

His past relationships really were coming in strong to screw him over.  Else…he was just that much of a coward to not move on.

His head pounded at the thoughts moving him to dig out some Tylenol from his bag.

He was just washing down the tablets with half a water bottle when his phone rang with an incoming call.  A bit of dread formed in his stomach.  Would Aelin be reaching out to him?  Or was it Gav citing some sort of disaster?

As it turned out, there was something worse than both of those options.

“Hey, Ma,” he said, answering the call.

“You’re hungover, aren’t you?” his mother asked, a little too loud.

“Ma,” Rowan groaned.

“It’s your own fault,” Iona said cheerfully.  She’d acted the same way when he came home drunk the first time in high school.  She’d woken him up loudly (and early) the next morning with plenty of rigorous activities to fill his day.  His dad wanted bring out the bagpipes and all the worst foods imaginable (and find a military camp to ship him off to, but that wasn’t anything new).

“What do you want, aside from making me regret my life choices?” Rowan asked.  He settled at his kitchen table and forced more water down.

“I just wanted to check in on you with that storm,” she replied. “I was worried with the power being out.”

“Yeah, I managed to charge my phone a little last night,” Rowan said, “you and da alright?”

“He’s pleased as punch to be able to put that snow blower to good use,” Iona replied blandly. “Thanks for that.”

“My pleasure,” he said, unable to help but smile.  His father had wanted a snow blower for ages since their driveway could be a menace in weather like this and Rowan needed a good Christmas gift to offer up. “At least it keeps him out of the house.”

His mother hummed in response. “Yes, well, when the neighbor comes complaining that he’s purposefully chasing their cats, I’ll send them your way.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Rowan said.

Iona paused in the other end and Rowan braced himself.  “Is everything alright, Rowan?”

“Just tired.” He ran a hand over his face, trying to muster a little more energy.

“How’s Aelin?”

That was the last question he wanted to answer.  Biting back a curse, Rowan tried to come up with a reasonable response.

“She’s fine, staying at her own place,” he said. “She’s probably sleeping in with this weather and everything.”

If Rowan had to guess, he would say that Aelin was in love with this weather.  It would give her an excuse to read all day, snuggle with Fleetfoot, and drink all the hot chocolate she could get her hands on.  It made him wonder if she was even prepared for a storm or power outage.

“Well, the two of you should come over for dinner once this weather clears up,” Iona said, “your father would love to meet her.”

Rowan felt a twinge of guilt. “Sure, ma.  Hey, I gottta go, my boss is calling.”

That at least wasn’t a lie.

“Stay safe, please,” his mother replied.

Rowan ended the call and answered Gavriel.

“Where we headed?” he asked, there was no use beating around the bush.

“Staghorn Resort,” Gavriel said, by the sound of it, he too had just woken up. “Reports of a missing climber.”

Which meant a long, dangerous day.

“I’ll be at the station soon,” Rowan said.

Gavriel hung up without responding.

Trying to shake off the last of his hangover, and exhaustion, Rowan stood and hurried to gather his things.

He changed into his snow gear quickly.  He’d practiced doing so hundreds of times before that the motions were automatic.  He needed to be on the move at a moment’s notice and keeping his equipment clean and available was essential.  He packed up his emergency kit, shoving a few extra protein bars in the side pocket.

Phone, keys, and bag in hand—Rowan left his apartment.  The hallway was at least five degrees colder and reminded him just how vicious this storm had gotten.  He never should have gone out last night, never should have drunk the way he did.

As long as he remained clear headed now, nothing else mattered.

When he passed Aelin’s door, he paused.  And ten, before he could second guess himself, he left the duffle bag outside her door, keeping a few protein bars for himself.  Maybe it was stupid, maybe she wouldn’t actually use any of it, maybe it would show up at his doorstep when he returned home.

But he knew Aelin and sometimes he really doubted her survival instincts.

He considered, again, to text her and let her know the bag was there.  But that may just open up the door for her to reject the bag all together.  Though, his last name was sewn in to the side so she would know who’d left it.

Before he could second guess his actions, he left the bag and headed to the station.

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The lull in the storm had long since passed.

Gone were the soft flakes of lazy snowfall.  Gone was the stillness that could settle over a mountain top.  Gone was the serenity of a new day.

Instead, ice cut against skin as the wind billowed.  Limbs felt numb against the demand to keep moving.  Fire licked the insides of lungs that fought for air.

“Hiker never checked in after the storm warning was issued,” Gavriel informed the group of rangers gathered outside of the Staghorn Resort.  A knit cap was tugged low over his face and a scarf tried to stave off the rest of the storm. “He set out from the resort two days ago before the storm headed our way.  No one has had radio contact or visual since.  We’ve got our search grids set up, lets get this kid home.”

Rowan always appreciated Gavriel’s lack of indulgence.  When he wanted a job done, he didn’t ask, he demanded.  And now, when someone’s life was at risk, he made sure said demands were met.

Especially as a news crew was already set up with cameras to get as much of a story as possible.  Leeches the lot of them.

Rowan tightened his utility belt at his waist.  His ice axe, ropes, clips, compass, and an assortment of other items were all quick at hand.  He had a signal mirror and flare gun too, but he hadn’t had need for either of them before.  Hopefully wouldn’t any time soon.

They’d gone through plenty of practice searches similar to this and executed plenty in blizzard conditions too.  But Rowan knew that the dread building in his gut couldn’t be ignored.

“Whitethorn, Moonbeam—head up North.  His last GPS signal came in from sections Alpha and Bravo.”  Gavriel gave out the rest of the orders and soon they were left to disperse.

“Let’s go kid,” Rowan said, slapping Fenrys on the shoulder.

Usually, Rowan would have been partnered with Lorcan, since they were the two with the most experience on the team, and Rowan would have preferred to keep it that way. He couldn’t let those thoughts bother him now.  One little distraction could mean life or death in a situation like this. 

Fenrys kept close behind him as they trudged up to the trailhead.  There’d been little time for anyone to come and clear snow from the resort’s main pavilions and walkways.  They trudged along as quickly as they could, powdered top laying giving way to the compacted ice beneath. 

Wind whipped around them as they moved.  Even though the snow had slowed to a scant flurry, ice from the top layer and surrounding trees couldn’t be held down.  It kept the path veiled in white right up until they reached the tree line.  Finally, protected by the towering evergreens, the two rangers could move with a bit more ease.

“Who the hell’s stupid enough to want to hike the mountain in this weather?” Fenrys asked, voice elevated to be heard over the still rattling wind.

“Us,” Rowan deadpanned.

“Hilarious.”

The trail wound through the trees up, and up, and up.  They’d gain at least three hundred feet within the first half mile and by the end of the full mile nearly seven hundred.  By the time they would reach Blackbeak Peak and the signal, they would gain a thousand feet.  This wasn’t a path for the weak or weary.  Usually the resort, and the rangers, checked permits and experience diligently.  Especially in the winter months.  Fenrys did have a point: who would choose to come out in this?  Better yet: how had they gotten approved?

“I think it’s some National Geographic photographer or something,” Rowan said. “Supposed to be experienced.”

“An experienced idiot,” Fenrys agreed.

Rowan couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “We can yell at them once we find them.”

They kept a steady pace, quick enough to keep up momentum, but easy enough to note tire themselves out.  Being worn out when they found their lost hiker wouldn’t do anyone much good. 

Everything was drenched in a silence that only came with a day like this.  The snow ate up all the sound that once would have dominated the trails.  Even Rowan’s breathing, his heavy steps, were muted.

“Did Aelin make it back last night?” Fenrys asked after a few exhausting minutes of trekking through snow.

Rowan glanced over at the younger man.  Fenrys was half hidden beneath a hat, goggles, and scarf that Rowan couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

“What do you mean?” he asked.  Part of him wanted to pick up the pace to leave Fenrys behind and avoid this topic all together.

“She left, like, right after you did,” Fenrys said, “figured she caught up with you.”

Another few minutes of silence as the trail curled right and made another incline.  Rowan checked his phone for coordinates of where the last signal came through.  They had too much ground to cover.

“She didn’t,” Rowan said.  “I went back to my place and had another drink.” Or four. “I thought you’d know when she left.”

“Man,” Fenrys said, “you’re an idiot.”

Rowan punched him in the arm.  Much to his satisfaction, Fenrys stumbled a little.

“I’m just saying,” Fenrys insisted as he caught himself. “Pretty sure she only came to bar for you.  Brought cookies by the station, for you.”

Rowan had no response to that.

The next half mile was torture as they wove their way up the mountain.  Most of the main trail was covered with snow so they had to deviate in places.  But they tried to keep as direct a path as they could.  Their missing hiker would have done the same.  Insane as they were to come up here to begin with, they had to have at least a little bit of common sense.

Any tracks or sign of the hiker would have long since vanished.  There’d been enough snow and wind to cover anything helpful.  Still, Rowan kept a sharp eye.  He even made sure to check surrounding trees for any sort of tie off the hiker would have used to mark their path in case they got lost.

The terrain grew harder the more they climbed and Rowan and Fenrys stopped on occasion to catch their breaths and find a little reprieve.  They used their breaks to search the area and dig in a few places for any sign of a past camp or lost equipment.

Rowan had no idea how long they’d been searching, but he could tell it had been a while.  The constant cloud coverage made it difficult to tell what time it was, but there was a subtle shifting to that shadows.  They would need to turn back eventually if they wanted to see their own safe return.

“How much longer?” Fenrys asked, breaking for a drink of water.

“We keep going until we find our missing hiker,” Rowan said.  He checked their placement.  They were close to the last signal, but if he was right, they were also nearing a narrow stretch of trail that even without snow and ice was difficult to pass through.

Fenrys shoved off the tree he was leaning against.  He’d unzipped the outer layer of his jacket.  Even if it was icy cold, they’d been working hard and exerting themselves.

“We gotta be smart about this,” Fenrys began.

“And we are,” Rowan said.  “It’ll take an hour to get to the last signal location.  Just to that point.”

Fenrys looked up to the sky, past the canopy of the trees. “It’s too quiet.”

“I know.”

Despite Fenrys’s reservations on the matter, the two rangers readied themselves quickly to take off again.

Rowan led the way up the path.  He’d hiked along this trail before and knew the general direction it led.  Though, the thick blanket of snow, the deep unrest that accompanied it, changed the way Rowan saw these woods.  Experience had him walking carefully by testing different patches of snow before stepping.  He watched the trees, trying to determine how the snow drifts had rose.

It took another hour before they came to small plateau in the trail.  The trees dropped off along the right and the left had a blank slate of stone and clinging ice.  A cliff face.  The trail clung to the side going all the way around.  It was known as Blackbeak Peak for how deadly it could be to travel the area.

“Easy,” Fenrys called from behind him.

Usually, Fenrys’s youth and reckless behavior was unruly.  In this case he’d finally taken on a bit of hesitation.  Rowan waved him off. 

The hiker’s signal was nearby.  Or had been twelve hours ago.  Rowan hoped that the hiker had gotten spooked by the storm and found a place to hole up.  But the path was narrow, the plateau deceiving.  One wrong move could mean death. 

Rowan stepped out onto a fresh patch of powdered snow.  His boots crunched gently, the snow shifting with his weight.  He stepped again, another crunch and shift.  Overhead, the break in the trees revealed the gray clouds of a messy day.  The snow had been intermittent, the wind constant.  And now, outside of the protection of the trees, Rowan could feel the stinging assault even through his clothes. 

He was right on top of the signal, now.  There was nothing to indicate anyone else was here.  Nothing but—

There, just a few yards ahead; fallen branches, a half leaning tree.

“There,” Rowan called, loud enough for Fenrys to hear.  He pointed out where the discrepancy in scenery appeared.

“That’s a cliff, Rowan,” Fenrys said. “You can’t get that close.”

Rowan didn’t listen.  He knew this area, knew where the cliff was, how to test the snow.  He made it a few steps before something caught his eye.  There was a flicker of red fabric. 

“I got something,” Rowan said. 

He made his way forward, easing along the snow and ice.  He moved slow, patient as he listened and felt for any shifting beneath him.  Behind him, he heard Fenrys talk into the radio.

“Base, this is Moonbeam.  We got something up on Blackbeak Peak, requesting air support.”  The radio crackled with dead air. “Base camp, base camp.”

Rowan listened as Fenrys continued to try the radio.  He eased another few steps forward.  The red fabric became more distinct.  A tent, half fallen off the cliff side.

“Whitethorn!” Fenrys yelled. “Get back here.  It’s not safe.”

“He’s been out here over twelve hours,” Rowan yelled back. “He needs help if he’s there at all.”

If he was still alive.

But Rowan wasn’t going to think about that possibility. 

“Whitethorn!”

Another step.  Another hiss of wind. 

And the following silence was deafening.

An uneasy feeling rolled through him.  He’d been on plenty of rescues in the snow and he took risks with each one.  He took a lot of risks.  And most of the time they were justified.  He’d always found a bit of a thrill that came with each one.  A bit of meaning.  He liked the danger of it.  Liked feeling as though he could accomplish something, be something.  He’d made plenty of rescues over the years, had helped countless people, and followed various leads.  He knew his job.  But now, as his stomach roiled and his skin crawled, he wondered if he were making a mistake.

Rowan managed another few steps.  He was getting closer to the edge, closer to unstable ground.

“Nox Nox!” He called. “Nox, it’s search and rescue, call out!”

The tent shifted just a little.  A flap fell open to reveal a small slit.

“Hello?” a voice called.

“Stay there, I’m coming to you!” Rowan fixed his stance, crouching to adjust his center of gravity.

Behind him, Fenrys let out an angry shout.

“Whitethorn!”

Just a few feet away now.

He knew he wouldn’t find stable ground for a stake and harness here, so rowan moved towards a free-standing tree.  It was just as close to the edge as the tent was.  There was no other choice but to continue.

Rowan managed to tie off a line to the tree, clipped his belt and harness and eased toward the tent.

“Are you injured?” Rowan called to Nox.

“Sprained ankle,” Nox replied. “The ground’s unsteady here.  I thought I was staked down until the wind picked up.  It’s been a whiteout and I haven’t been able to get out.”

“Just relax,” Rowan said. “I’m coming to you.  Can you get that flap open anymore?”

Nox responded by unzipping the tent, sticking his head out.  He was bundled up the best he could, but he still looked frozen over with frost clinging to his lashes and a bluish tint to his skin.

“Let’s go,” Rowan said.  He handed over an extra harness for Nox to clip into. “You’re gonna have to use your ankle a little.  We can’t get a ’copter up in this weather.”

“Alright,” Nox agreed.  To his credit, he bit back any groans of pain or complaint as he moved. “It’s been quiet and I thought I could move, but then I realized where I was on this cliff.”

“You did good,” Rowan said, no use berating the man for even coming up in this weather to begin with.  “Those shots must have been important to get.”

“No one’s gotten shots of Blackbeak Peak like this,” Nox said, small smile flashing on his face. “There’s a waterfall I wanted to try and get.  I should have realized.”

Rowan checked the photographer’s harness and clips.  He made sure everything was secure before nodding up the small slope they were on.

“You’re going first, Rowan said, “and I’ll follow after.”

Nox started moving in response.  He left everything behind but his camera case, slung tightly across his back.  Rowan wouldn’t begrudge him that. 

Progress was slow despite how eager they both were to get off the damn cliff side.

And then the silence broke with a deep rumble that could have been thunder.

Rowan’s protective goggles were thick with water and frost, revealing nothing as he looked up.  But he knew.

“Avalanche.”

.*.

Aelin did not want to get out of bed.  It had nothing to do with the headache, truly it didn’t.  She’d been responsible with her drinking last night despite how miserable she felt.

Beside her, Fleetfoot stretched out.  The dog’s warm body pressed against her.  For once, not insistent to get out of bed.  Maybe the pup could sense Aelin’s crummy mood.  Or the shift in the weather.

Aelin glanced at her phone only to find it dead even though it was plugged into the wall charger.  She frowned and looked to her alarm clock.  The red digits were gone.  Power outage.

Groaning, Aelin flopped on her back.  It was one of those days then.

She fought against the desire to roll back over and instead slipped out of bed.  Hissing against the cold, Aelin stumbled for her fluffy robe.  She dropped a kiss to Fleetfoot’s head before shuffling down the hall to her kitchen.

The window in the living room revealed the snowy, white day.  It was a stark contrast to how she’d ended the night. 

She filled a class of water and sucked it down before scrounging around for something to eat.  Of course she had nothing.  At least there was still food for Fleetfoot.  Topping off the dog food bowl, she peeked into her fridge.  Nothing but pickles and eggs.  She really had to get her life together.

Aelin rubbed her eyes and went to her door.  She didn’t know what it was but something possessed her to open the door.

There, sitting on the mat was a black duffle bag.

And immediately, she knew.  Even before she saw the name sewn into the side.

She grabbed the bag and shut her door, locking it to be safe.  It was hefty, at least thirty pounds.

“Hell, buzzard,” Aelin muttered.  She should have known his apocalypse kit would be over the top.

Fleetfoot slowly ambled out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.  She sniffed her food before dismissing it entirely, favoring a spot on the couch instead.

Aelin set the bag on her table and unzipped it.  There was no note, unsurprising.  And no chocolate waiting either, unsurprising again.  But there was a protein bar.  Aelin grabbed that and tore it open.  It was only a little bit disgusting.  She riffled through the bag a little more and found clothes, a blanket, Hot Hands, non-perishable food, flashlight and batteries, and a portable charger for a phone.  Chord included.  And that was only half of it.

Her heart gave a painful little tug at the sight of it all.

The bastard.

I can’t, he’d said.  Let her walk away.  Made her mind a muddled, lonely mess.

She went to retrieve her phone so she could at least get a little charge and check in with people.

As she waited for the charge, she changed into leggings, a sweatshirt, and thick socks.  Piling her hair into a top knot she decided to go for another protein bar.  She may as well get a little more food in her stomach.  She topped it off with some more water before powering her phone on.

She’d slept in a ridiculously long time.  It was nearing three in the afternoon, for Mala’s sake.

There were a few missed messages.  Her mother sent a check in text to which Aelin responded to let her know the weather hadn’t quite gotten her down.  There was also a message from Elide letting her know that she too was safe.  She hadn’t gone home with the other search and rescue guy, but Aelin had a feeling there was something more going on with that.  She texted her friend that she too was safe.  Finally, there was a missed call from an unknown number and a follow up text.

>>UNKNOWN: Aelin, this is Iona, I just wanted to check in with you and this weather.  I know Rowan was called in on a shift, I hope you’re safe and warm.

The woman had added a heart and smiley emoji.  Aelin couldn’t help but smile a little.  She wished she didn’t have to give the other woman up after everything with Rowan.

She decided it wouldn’t hurt to called the other woman.

Iona picked up after two rings.

“Aelin?”

“Hi,” Aelin said, paused trying to decide what to call her. “Iona.  Sorry, I figured it would be better to call you back.”

“Of course,” Iona said, “I’m sorry if it was odd getting a call from me.  I exchanged numbers with your mother and she offered me yours in case anything happened.”

“No, no,” Aelin said quickly, “please.  I don’t mind at all.”

“I just wanted to check in,” Iona repeated with a small chuckle.

Aelin glanced back to her window and the snow expanse waiting.  She had a feeling she knew why the woman had called in the first place.  It was nice, she decided, to have someone to talk to.

“I appreciated it,” Aelin said, “thankfully, I only just woke up and have no plans of leaving the apartment.”

“Good, and how is Fleetfoot?” Iona asked.

Aelin smiled again. “Just as happy to be indoors.  And you?  No need to head outside, I hope?”

“None at all,” Iona said. “My husband, Seamus, is the great adventurer.  He’s to blame for Rowan’s own wild nature.”

“Oh, I bet there’s stories to tell.”  Aelin settled into a kitchen chair as Iona launched into just a story.

Three stories later, Aelin had plenty of ammunition to use against Rowan when she saw him again.

When.

Aelin swallowed back the lump that formed in her throat.

She didn’t know what had happened between her and Rowan last night, didn’t know if there had been anything between them to begin with.  But she wanted to know, for sure, the what and the why.

Just then, the power flickered back on.

“Oh thank goodness,” Aelin said.  She’d never been more grateful for heating.  Maybe that chill in her fingers would finally go away. “Is the power back on for you?”

“Yes, good.  Maybe this will finally…” Iona trailed off.  In the background, the television crackled. “Oh, oh dear.”

Aelin paused at the woman’s tone. “Iona?”

“You should turn the news on,” Iona murmured.  The woman shuffled on her end and moved closer to the television.  Aelin didn’t need to turn on her own new station to hear what was going on.

“…avalanche in the Staghorns actively disrupting a rescue operation.  As far as we know, two rescuers are still on the mountain.  No contact has been made as of yet.”

“Oh, Mala.” Aelin whispered.

.*.

It wasn’t the cold that Rowan felt.  Not the chill of the wind nor the bite of the ice.  In fact, he was numb.  Numb to everything.  Numb to everything except the ache in his chest and burning heat licking up his leg.

So maybe he wouldn’t freeze to death.  Shame.  That was the easiest way to go.  Easier than falling asleep.

He was surrounded by nothing.  Nothing and everything.  White and black.  Silence and noise.

And he had no idea how to escape.

Slowly, so painfully slow, Rowan moved his hand, feeling along his side until he came the halter and rope still clipped there.  At least it still felt clipped there.  He couldn’t tell if the tension was from the snow or being hooked to the tree.

He took in a sharp breath that sent pain ricocheting through his chest.  At least one broken rib.  Two if he wasn’t mistaken.  And he didn’t even want to think about his leg.

He had to get his head out of the snow and ice.  Had to get air.  The one hand that wasn’t at his side was close enough to his face that he was able to create an air pocket by wigging his fingers and shifting his hand.  The snow was stiff, heavy.  Already settled.  He didn’t have much time.

After taking a shaky gulp of air, Rowan pushed his hand up and tried to create a swimming motion.  He had no idea where Nox was, or if they were still connected.  He could only hope the photographer was still alive. 

Somehow, somehow, his hand broke through the surface of the snow.  He could feel the freedom even without seeing it.

With every movement he made, more pain bolted through his body.

He couldn’t give up.  He couldn’t stop moving.  He was close.  So close.

He continued pushing snow aside, clawing his way up.  His only chance at survival was to keep fighting.  Keep fighting so he could get back home.  So he could make sure his ma and da didn’t worry.  So he could see Aelin—

Rowan bit back a curse.

His head found fresh air next.

His goggles were blessedly still intact.  Covered in ice and a little fogged up, but still protecting him.  It was still day, a little darker from before the avalanche, but still light.  Good that was good.

The line at his waist was still taut, Rowan took that as a sign Nox Nox was still nearby.

He started pushing aside snow, digging a little to try and locate the man.  He found broken branches and a few rocks.  And then the black layer of a snow coat.  Rowan gripped the fabric and yanked.

The motion made his entire body burn and a scream tore through him.  And then Nox was free.  Rowan feared the worst until he let out a low moan of pain.

“Still with me, Nox?” he gasped.

“Some rescue,” the man replied, ragged and pained.

“Not there yet,” Rowan said.

They lay there, atop the snow and ice, staring up at the endless gray sky. 

Rowan tried to slow his breathing, tried to slow his breathing.  Nothing but his thoughts faded.  Slowly, until a black haze encroached on his vision.

His last thought before he passed out was that he should have gone after Aelin.

.*.

I did a little research on avalanches and SAR equipment, but not a lot on like actual protocols.  So, if its not accurate I apologize.  I did my best, especially with the actual survival stuff lol. Just a side note there.

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Tropetember 8

Law's Amnesia

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Law gets knocked out and gets - AMNESIA! But not the boring medical kind, the fun quirky kind of tropes. He shows the crew a different side as he forgets who he is and what hardships he had to endure

"Kind of sucks when your doc is the one who would need help..." Shachi mused as he and Bepo monitored Law's condition.

He got a massive hit in the head from Luffy - by accident, the other captain swore. Now he was out and sleeping it off.

Bepo put his paw on Law's forehead, patting his captain for comfort.

You've offered to take over so the others could get some sleep. Taking a book and some tea with you, you prepared for an uneventful night.

Law had a light bruise in his head but it didn't make him any less handsome. His face looked stern, even when he was unconscious. His fine features were heartbreaking as always and you allowed yourself to let your fingers trail down his cheek - only to check his temperature and general condition of course.

When you felt his groomed goatee under your fingers, he twitched lightly, making you jump.

He grimaced in pain and groaned, opening his eyes slowly and lifting his head.

"Law, you're awake!" You stated the obvious as you tried to keep him down. Of course, your captain had to wear a half open shirt and of course, you happened to touch his bare chest.

"You need to stay in bed or you'll get dizzy!" You warned him.

"What?" He asked, his eyes looking at you with a confused expression.

With soft force, you pressed him into the bed again, while his eyes were fixed on your face.

"Who are you? Where am I?" He asked, the softness and higher pitch of his voice sounded unfamiliar to you.

"Captain that's not funny, it's me, y/n" you still had to press him down, he was surprisingly strong for just waking up.

"Captain? Who?" He pushed against you and sat up, shaking his head.

"Wow, cool stuff!" He looked around his own medical bay as of he was seeing it for the first time.

"And who are you again?" He asked you, looking you up and down with open interest.

"Are you some kind of mechanic? Is that your tech stuff?" His voice sounded excited and light, absolutely not like his usual self.

As he moved to get out of the bed you pressed him back down with all your power and only succeeded because you surprised him with a jump.

"Whoa, babe, slow down!" He chuckled as you found yourself half on top of him, both hands on his chest.

"You uhm.. you need to lie down, you took a serious blow to the head" you explained with urgency.

"So you're like...my girlfriend?" His eyes beamed like a little boy's in a candy store.

"You're cute!" He said as he grabbed your shoulders and drew you into an embrace.

"CAPTAIN" you screamed, trying to wiggle out of an iron grip.

"Where?" Law let go and looked around.

You jumped down from the bed and caught your breath - he has lost his mind!

And he was already swinging his feet out of the bed, energetically looking around like a 5 year old on sugar.

"I have to see the rest of this thing!" He ran towards the door, and you couldn't hold him back. He was far stronger and faster than you, instead he grabbed your hand and dragged you with him through the door.

"Wow, where am I?" He asked.

"The polar tang - your ship!" You said as you tried to keep up with his long strides.

"My ship? And my girlfriend! I'm so lucky! Just the name of the ship is weird" He laughed. He dragged you down the corridor and to deck, where he stopped dead in his tracks.

"A bear!?" He looked at Bepo in disbelief. The white bear sat on deck and enjoyed some cool night air. As soon as he heard Law's comment, he blushed and stammered excuses.

"Ca...captain??? You are awake?" He eventually got a hold of himself.

Law approached his first mate really carefully.

"A talking bear!" He said.

"SORRY" Bepo bowed down.

"Hey whaaa...?" Bepo blushed until he became a fleshy pink.

As he bowed down, Law grabbed his ears and was squeezing them thoroughly while making "awww" sounds and giggling.

"What's going on here?" Shachi appeared in the door, looking shocked. "He isn't supposed to be up yet!"

"He just...I think he has amnesia!" You said.

"Amnesia?" Shachi rubbed his chin.

"Could be. In any case, you need to get back to bed Captain!" He said to Law.

"Who's this captain?" Law looked around and finally stopped molesting Bepo, who sank to his as a whimpering white mess.

"You are! And we need you! So please go back to bed, you need rest!" Now Shachi helped you to push Law back in the direction of sick Bay.

"Me? Captain? Wow, my life is awesome! I have a cute girlfriend, a ship AND a crew???" He looked like he could burst from happiness and excitement.

"...girlfriend?" Shachi asked.

"He kind of decided that I am his girlfriend" you answered, blushing.

Shachi seemed like he wanted to make a sassy comment when Law suddenly dug in his heels and stared at his reflection in one of the windows.

He studied the tattoos on his chest and hands and let his hands run through his hair.

"I...I..." he seemed overwhelmed, "I look like a crook! A gangster! A...a..." he seemed at a loss for words.

"A pirate?" You helped him.

"Yes! One of those! That would be awful!" He said it with such upstanding distaste that you and Shachi just had to exchange a glance to come to the same conclusion.

"Of course your not a pirate. You're a...fashion model!" You told him.

"Woah, really?" Law seemed to relax again - and become more docile.

"Yes and I am your girlfriend! Let's go to bed, it's late!" It still felt strange to talk to him that way, but he seemed to like what he heard and followed you like a lamb back to his sick bed.

"See? That wasn't so bad. Now you just have to lay down again so you can rest." You indicated the bed with your outstretched hand.

"It seems really small" Law said.

"It's big enough for you" You said.

"And you?" Law blushed.

"What about me?" He confused you now.

"I mean...since you are my girlfriend, you sleep in my bed" He grinned.

"Uhm..." You had to swallow and looked at Shachi for help. He grinned, to. That bastard.

"You two are so in love, you squeeze into a tiny bed" He chuckled maliciously and slowly walked out of the room.

"So romantic! I love cuddling. I think" Law was absolutely on board and threw himself into the cushions, his arms open to receive you.

"Uhm...why don't you go to sleep while I work some more?" You said.

"I am hurt and need rest. You said so yourself! I need you to sleep" Law stated like a kid that just outwitted a grown up.

"Fine." You awkwardly settled on the bed, when Law shook his head.

"Your boiler suit is dirty. You don't sleep with that" He indicated some oil stains on your suit.

You never wore more than underwear and a shirt under that thing. It could get hot. But he really needed to sleep, so you pulled down the zipper under Law's lusty gaze. When you finally slipped it from your shoulders, he commented with another "wow" as he stared at you with undeniable adoration.

He opened his arms again and tucked you into his side as soon as you settled on the bed. Immediately you noticed his cold, clammy hands.

"Law, you're so cold, are you hungry? Are you dizzy?" You asked.

"So...sleepy...with...girlfriend..." he rested his head on your shoulder as he pressed against you and seemed to pass out again. You waited until he breathed deeply and evenly and slipped out of his tight grip.

He looked relaxed and content as he slept and you resumed your watch over him.

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Yes, I'm pretty sure that head injuries don't work like that, but this is tropetember so Law has the right kind of Amnesia and will be fine xD I hope you enjoyed it

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Chapter 21

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„And what about Barbie? The movie came out not too long ago; have you seen it yet?” Yuki asked, his voice airy and happy.

The short boy held tight on to Moonsik's hand, pulling the older beta after himself. He could already smell the comfort the Omega Store brought him.

„No, not yet, have you?” You asked, looking up at him. He shook his head. „No, I haven't. We were supposed to go with the pack, but we had been quite busy, so it didn't work out yet."

You could hear just the slightest disappointment in his voice, but it didn't take too long for him to brighten up.

„We will go soon; don't worry, baby.” Moonsik spoke calmly, ruffling up the already messy hair Yuki had.

And so, you all entered the store, where many high-quality beddings of all different sizes and patterns were neatly stocked on the tall shelves.

The omega led the way right away, pulling his mate along and mumbling something about the new silk line of sheets. While their pack certainly wasn't poor; the beta realised well that they still had to keep up with a budget set earlier, but there was no harm in looking around.

He would make sure to keep their own omega in check, though, making sure he wouldn't go overboard with things. Of course he would let him get new things for his nest; who was he to say no?

„Princess, where would you like to go first?” You looked back at the alpha, his smile soft. He couldn't help but coo to himself at you; you looked precious.

You really were, though, for them anyway.

Taking a few short steps towards you, Jimin's soft hands went around your cheeks, gently giggling at how squishy and soft they were. You were adorable.

„How about we look at the blankets first?” Pulling you from his younger packmate, Hobi took your hand in his, your other palm still in the packalpha's.

Leading you towards the large quilt, duvet, and blanket section, there were much too many to choose from. Ranging from all different sizes and prints, there were cheaper ones and also more pricey ones from the more luxurious line, which the alphas were quite interested in.

Looking over at the tall, folded fabrics first, you couldn't help but  brush your fingers over a brown and white wool throw. It had a few threads cut neatly at the end, reminding you of pretty scarves.

„Come here, look at this one bunbun! It's so soft; here, baby, touch it!” The youngest alpha gasped out, picking up the carefully folded item before he skipped over to the three of you.

Setting your hands free, you gingerly ran your palm over the clean white duvet; the fabric was truly soft and nice to touch. Squeezing it softly, you could tell it was filled with feathers, therefore it would be expensive.

You hummed gently, nodding to Jungkook. It certainly was soft; that was true. Beaming at you, the alpha happily placed it back before he selected a much bigger size in a plastic, scent-free packaging.

Your eyes widened a little bit, not realising that Jungkook would just like that decide to take something to buy, solemnly based on your small smile and nod.

„What-? N-no, you ca-can't just-” You whispered out, shocked to your core. You noticed the price tag; it was over a million ₩ for god's sake! That was way too much on a simple duvet, plus you already had one too!

The man turned to you after placing the package into a cart pushed by Yoongi. „What do you mean, honeybun? Don't you want to have your own little nest?” He walked back over to you, bending to look closer at your face.

His eyes seemed so big and sweet, pulling at your heart strings. You suddenly felt shy, looking away.

„...I don't ne-nest, oppa." You whined out, having the packmate's closest by turning to look at you, hearing your soft distress. Pulling you to himself quickly, Jungkook lightly rubbed your back, scenting you a bit.

„I know sweet bunny, I know. But I think you should maybe try a little; you're such a good girl for alphas aren't you? When was the last time you did?” He asked, being mindful not to be too loud.

There weren't that many people in the store, but still, they wanted to avoid any commotion if possible. You looked away again, Hobi's fingers gently running through your hair to calm you down further.

„I don't know...” You whispered out, truly not sure. It was quite a long time, for sure. You had definitely brought some nesting materials for your grandfather's funeral, but since they carried a lot of your family's scents, you must have stopped using them soon after.

You heard Hoseok sigh out a bit. They weren't angry or disappointed at you; they would never, but still, it wasn't too healthy, worrying them to their very core.

While nesting was a quite usual act for omega's to do, it also always placed them in a very vulnerable position. A nest was only to be touched and entered after the omega's approval, and until then it was a forbidden fruit.

Not everyone understood that well, and a lot of them could end up scarred and too worried to build a nest for the rest of their lives.

It was a very important thing to do so, not just a silly tradition to use for heats and ruts. It ran in the people's blood, provided a safe spot for the pack's future pups if possible, and was therefore the most guarded spot of all pack houses.

Not only did it hold their littlest babies, it would much more likely hold their precious omega, which needed to be protected and guarded at all times.

And if not built from time to time on natural instincts, it could only mean that the person would end up more stressed and worried over time, leading to possible health issues.

Now that the pack has started the courting process with you, they have realised that it would be a rather good idea to get a separate room with the solemn purpose of a nest, hopefully made by you.

And so, as they were preparing to start the den, the other guest room they had would soon be transformed into one. They would still need to buy quite a few things, and so this stop at the store was a helpful start.

They might not get everything right away, but it would be a good thing to look around for now. And to especially take note of the things you like and what isn't up your alley.

„It's okay, peaches. You can always try again, hm? Alphas will always keep you safe, baby; don't worry.” Jin smiled softly at you, also pulling you to his chest for a beat or two.

„...Thank you, oppa." You mumbled out, your cheek squished up against his body. He chuckled softly at you, gently petting your hair before he pulled away.

„How about we take a look at the bed posts?” You nodded gratefully, gladly letting the alpha pull you after himself, a few of them trailing after you.

The large open section was filled with beds of all different sizes and shapes. Showcasing the mattress options and the many duvets, pillows, and covers, it held many different types.

And so you all looked around for a few minutes, walking through the wooden posts and the metal ones too. You always wanted to have a very cosy room to nest in, but considering how cramped your apartment was, it never looked that way; the room was only messy.

You weren't too sure about what the packmates would be interested in having their den look like; there were many styles, and each pack had a much different one.

While some enjoyed the bright and light room and the colourful sheets with many patterns, others preferred having a more casual look with posters or mirrors hung up.

You didn't really get to see any proper dens in your life, but you always enjoyed the more sleepy-looking ones—dark, comfortable sheets that just made you sleepy looking at them.

„We haven't measured the room yet, but which one do you like the best?" The packalpha asked, bended over to be face-to-face with you. His warm palms were at the arms of your pink coat, gently running over the fabric comfortingly.

It was quite a big store with many scents, and while the facemasks helped with being overwhelmed, the alphas were still on a constant watch over you entering a sudden drop.

You looked back over the many options. You weren't too sure exactly what you liked the most. There were simpler solid wood ones with a bed base only, and then a few of the much more complicated-looking ones, with the four posters, those were definitely meant to feed into the more natural instincts of many omegas.

You also really liked the look of the platform bed frames; the mattress is simply placed over the step of wood. It looked sleek and timeless.

You shrugged your shoulders, having the alpha softly pull you to himself once again. He could tell you were overwhelmed by the many options, sighing gently.

„It's okay, sweetheart. Do you prefer the wooden or metal ones, pup? We can go from there. Alpha will help you baby.” He smiled softly at you, encouraging you to make a much simpler decision.

„...I think I like the w-wood better." You said, your chin resting over the alpha's collarbone. He smiled widely, his dimples showing. You couldn't see them, though, with the mask covering it all up.

„Good job, sweetie. And what shape do you like the best?” He continued encouraging you. There were quite a few styles of beds you could choose from, with the circular ones being more traditional.

You never truly liked those; you always felt like something was a bit too cramped, and it looked awkward in the room too, if not placed with the utmost detail.

„M-maybe the normal rectangular? I'm not sure." You said. You did not want to offend anyone. He might love the other styles, for all you know.

„It's okay, pup. Thank you for telling me, baby, Alpha is very proud of his good girl.” Namjoon said calmly, knuckles running over the skin of your cheek.

Soon after the packalpha led you around the rest of the store, a few pillows, duvets, bedsheets, and other small things like new towels and sleeping mists filled up the large cart.

You held onto Namjoon's hand tightly the whole time you visited the store, only occasionally letting go to touch a few of the comforting fabrics.

„Kitty, come look here. What do you think?” Yoongi called out gently at the very end of the long row while you and a few of the alphas lingered at the front, looking over the blankets on display.

You walked over quickly, curious to see what had the alpha call out for your attention. While Yoongi held the cart most of the shopping spree, he didn't make much move to have you touch everything he found nice, letting you look around yourself first. 

Instead, he just plucked the things he thought you might like right in the cart, hoping you would like them just as much as he did. He might have been one of the most quiet ones the entire time there, but for sure was one of the alphas that chose the most things for you. 

With you coming closer, his arm outstretched lightly, your hand taken in his own right away. He smiled a little to himself, hiding it cleverly behind his own facemask. 

Infront of him was a tidy row of a few plushies. They weren't the regular stuffed animal type, cleverly designed especially for more clingy and touch starved omegas that might have some hard times from time to time. 

Placed in a plastic sealed box with a one always unboxed for the customers to touch and take a closer look at, there were many colours and types of animals, like soft pink rabbits, bears with fun outfits on, elephants and puppies, foxes or even dragons of all sizes and colours. 

You had only a few toys growing up, and soft animals you could sleep with were always your favourite. You didn't have any now, unfortunately, but these weren't just a simple toy to cuddle with, no, these held a much better purpose.

As it was quite unusual for omegas to work, it was normal for them to stay back at the packhouse most of the time. Typically, another packmate would stay to keep them company, mostly to calm the rest of the pack not present down from the constant worry.

But sometimes, it wasn't possible to stay with them and everyone was required for their own arrands. 

While the pack would most likely try and come back home as soon as possible, not comfortable with leaving the omegas fully by themselves, it would be quite usually nerve wracking and usually scary for the weakest second genders. 

A well scented pillow or a blanket could help, but not all materials held in the smell for long enough, not working greatly. 

And so a few companies started making smaller pillows and stuffed animals, that carried a special patch of fabric that would be practically drenched in the packmembers scent and wouldn't let go of it for a long time. 

The items would be sold quite frequently, more and more packs using them to help from creating any stressful situations for their little ones, making more stores sell such, a giant trend settling.

You never had a thing like this, there was really no use for it with you, but you heard about them a few years ago. You liked the idea of having one though. 

„Hm baby? What about the cat, it's pretty cute...” the alpha mumbled, the black fluffy cat with pretty eyes, one yellow and one green and light pink ears looked adorable for sure. It had a white tip on its tail, and was pretty big too. 

„Hyung, that's not a cat that's like... A panther or something, that's too scary. Look honey, they have such a cute rabbit, don't you want one? You are my baby bunny, and it also kinda looks like Kooky too, how about that one?” 

The youngest alpha hopped over, taking the pink bunny in his arms, showing you. It looked quite fluffy, and had long floppy ears that were just as long as it torso. With the special fabric to be placed into its paw, it would surely be more than nice. 

„I think the puppy is much cuter princess, don't listen to silly Kookie. Do you want this one my most precious?" Jimin asked, holding the larger dog in his hands.

It was grey and white, each limb and part of its body a different colour, with a big oval nose and large black eyes. The large ears only added to the cuteness; they were quite bigger than its own legs.

You smiled softly, patting the animal. It was very sweet, warming you up on the inside.

„But babycheeks, look at the tiger; it's so soft! And it's a snow tiger too; that means it's extra speci-”" Taehyung said, letting you run your fingers over the white stripey animal. It was very comfortable to touch, for sure.

„You guys, stop. Let her choose whatever she likes the most; which one is the best pup?” Namjoon asked, pulling you gently closer to himself.

To be truthful, he was eyeing the wolf plush on the higher shelf himself.

You looked over the many options, reaching for the one that caught your eye from the very beginning. You couldn't bring yourself to decide which one you liked better exactly; you were not sure of your decision.

Reaching for the lamb, you pulled out the plastic box, holding it close to yourself. Still looking over at the different-coloured one, Seokjin was quick to notice, taking it out for you too.

„You want both cubs? That's okay, they are adorable.” He was quick to calm you down, taking the box from your arms and placing it carefully at the very top of the cart.

And so, with those in, the alphas made sure to quickly praise your choice before you were all on your way to check out—the black lamb and the white lamb paid for first.

Taking them for you, you and Hobi stood near the check-out, looking over the two comfort companions the pack had decided to get for you.

”...the scent spot is then placed in the sown pocket; it's closed off with velcro so it won't fall out. There will instruction manual in the box too; don't worry.” The man said as he scanned the many items the alphas have chosen for you today.

„Okay, thank you very much.” The eldest alpha replied, thankful that the clerk could answer the few questions he had regarding the scent animal.

„No problem; you can always stop by and we will help with any issues.” The man answered, not really paying attention to what Jin was saying.

Thanking him softly, he paid, the few other alphas carrying the bigger bags. With Moonsik and Yuki already waiting for your group by the entrance, the beta carried a much smaller bag himself.

„It was so sweet to meet you!” Yuki said happily, glad to make a new friend—an omega at that.

You nodded yourself, smiling widely. You haven't made such a nice friend in a long time, and you were beaming with excitement.

„We have to go back home now, but we will go out together again, right?” You nodded happily, typing in the omega's number, and a few of the packmembers saved Moonsik's and Yuki's numbers too.

„Yes, I would love to!” You happily answered, linking your pinkie with his for a sealed promise. You wanted to hang out with the omega much more often; you two had already made a few plans for movies and shows you would like to watch together.

And so, soon, the pair waved you goodbye, walking off towards the main exit of the mall. „We still need to buy a few things, baby peaches; let's go see some other shops.” Jin said, smiling gently at you and linking your finger with his.

It didn't take too long before most of the men dispersed into a few different directions, making sure to say proper goodbyes to you and letting you know exactly where they would be.

With Jin, and Hobi having to go grocery shopping, Jungkook wanting to check out the game store, and a few other things too, Jimin and Taehyung went on towards the few clothing boutiques, sneakily checking your shoe size this morning, happy to buy you more clothes.

And so, Yoongi and Namjoon took a hand each, Namjoon carrying a bag from the bedding store himself. They both decided to take you around a few stores they liked the best.

The first stop was the book store. While it wasn't the biggest, the packalpha had already started planning a trip to the biggest in Seoul with you soon, it had a nice selection and therefore had the alpha hooked on checking it out.

It was well lit, with a few smaller sections upfront showcasing the new bestsellers and a larger proper row of many filled-up bookshelves in the back of the store.

„What type of books do you like the best?" He asked you, leaning towards you to hear you better. You liked to read; you always did, but with school hours, you didn't always have as much time for it as you hoped you would.

„Maybe the m-more psychological ones? With a deeper thought...” You whispered, looking up at the man. He smiled softly at you, his chin going over the top of your head in a calming motion.

„What a good choice, sweetheart. Alpha will go look for a few you might like; how 'bout that?” He asked, his thumb running over your knuckles.

You nodded shyly, smiling. Namjoon stood back up tall, patting your back gently before he went on through the book sections he had in mind. There were already a few good picks he remembered liking.

„Let's see what they have, hm, little kitty?”

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I Will Rescue You

Word count: 3.4K

Summary: story inspired from a Tik Tok, you have always had a blog about Jenna and your mental health, and one day your dreams about meeting her will finally come true.

Warnings: mentions of depression, suicide. Fluff at the end

Pairing: Jenna Ortega X Fem!Reader

This is my favorite story so far. It has a special meaning for me. There’s a lot of me in this story, almost for 6 years now I’ve been struggling with depression and aside from this being a story, I meant what I wrote, I really did. Don’t ever give up because there’s always something’s good in the end of a storm🤍✨

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Your account on twitter has always had a big following, mostly because of the contents and the subject of your posts. Jenna Ortega. You were the same age as her and you’ve loved her and her work ever since you first saw her on screen, on Stuck in the middle. Ever since you saw every show or movie she was in, every interview every nomination. You never missed any of it, though people on twitter didn’t just follow you because of your contents about Jenna, they also had learned to care about you and your mental health. You’ve always shared how Jenna has saved your life just with some sentences she’d say on the internet that’d make you keep going.

You were suicidal and depressed, and on your twitter account you shared your road to recovery, your ups and down, all of it but most of all you’d encourage people to keep on going, just like you were trying to do, thanks to Jenna. You had never talked to her, she did like your post at times (it was very rare) and that was enough for you, it was like a sign that you had to keep going and that you had to do it so that one day you could get to meet the girl that has saved your life. Each times there were castings open for a show of hers you’d try send your tryout or application even for a side character, you might have seemed obsessed but really, you just wanted to thank her, that was all you wanted to do. You never got called back for her shows until one day.

You had auditioned for one of the side character in Wednesday Season Two, but the director really liked you - considering you had no experience, you must have been really good - and decided to give you one of the main roles in season two of the show. Of course you had to share this with the people that followed you but obviously you couldn’t spill too many details and had to keep it up to a certain point, so you ended up not posting. Recently you had been posting less and less, making your followers really worried about you, given the fact that your last post was “currently about to give up. “ people might have thought you’d do that for attentions but your followers knew better, they knew you were serious. Luckily you hadn’t given out your name so no one could actually retrace you.

You were thrilled, you would finally get to meet the girl that saved your life. You wanted to tell her everything, you just wanted her to know that she saved your life in so many ways that she couldn’t even imagine. And here you were, heading off to Romania to film Wednesday Season Two. You knew your schedule would be tight from now on and you didn’t mind that, because you knew that you would be happy. You finally had the job of your dreams with the girl you always admired… only she didn’t know about you of how she saved you, but that’s where you were wrong. She had been following your twitter account (she wasn’t a follower of yours, but she’d look for your profile to check on you, see if you were alright.) she knew that this fan of hers was struggling, but she didn’t know that it was you, her new cast mate. How could she have known, after all? You never gave out your name for obvious reasons.

Your first day on set was surprisingly good, the atmosphere was just everything you dreamed of. Trailers, sets ready, cameras, booths for food and hair and make up. You had imagined that there was a lot of work behind a show like this, just not THIS MUCH work. The other cast members hadn’t arrived yet but you got the chance to meet the director, Tim Burton. “Hey there! You must be (Y/N) right?” He asked as he shook your hand with a smile. “Yes, it’s really nice to meet you and to be here, it feels surreal” you looked around, still pretty astonished from the whole environment. “It’s good to have you here! You seriously have no experience in the movie industry? Your audition was amazing.” You shook your head, scratching your neck as you blushed. You were a really shy person.

“Really, I have no experience… that’s why I auditioned for a side character… I never thought that you’d want to take someone with Zero experience as a main character” you said and that made him smile. “Well I can recognize talent whenever I see some and there’s really a lot of talent in you, I couldn’t just let it go to waste” he said and that made you smile “plus, the other cast members are around your age and they are all really nice people so they’ll give you lots of tips and tricks of the job, just wait till you meet them” he said kind of excitedly. A while later the other cast members arrived, all together. Percy, Hunter, Joy, Emma and… Jenna.

There she was. The girl that had saved your life. You’d repeat that a thousand of times and you’d never get tired of it. You were ready to tell her everything, and then… you were not. “Hey! I suppose you’re (Y/N)!” It was Emma talking, who held out her hand to you. You shook her hand happily as you looked to everyone else “y-yes it’s me, hi” you said awkwardly, blushing as you shook everyone hers and else’s hand, and Jenna’s too. “I’m Jenna. It’s really good to finally meet you, Tim has talked a lot about you and your audition, we can’t wait to see you in action” she said smiling as she let go of your hand and flashed you one of her brightest smiles. “Thank you so much, I really appreciate it. I’m a big fan of all of your works I have to say.” You tried to keep it formal, you didn’t want to seem like the obsessed fan as you didn’t want them to push you away, so your dream of telling her everything vanished with that thought.

The talk with her and everyone else was pretty casual, you didn’t want them to think you were nothing but a fan, and with you being really shy you stayed quiet all the time. They were really good friends with each other and it was easy for them to just talk about anything, but you were scared of being refused by them and you didn’t even know how to engage a small talk with them, unless it was them asking you stuff to which you’d obviously reply, but aside from that, you were quiet. That day like the cast usually does they all sat together in one trailer to play Uno and they invited you as well. They had noticed you were really shy, but they figured you just needed to warm up to them. So they included you in each activity, wether it was hanging out together inside someone’s trailer or going out on dinners together.

That night as you were playing Uno and you were being really quiet as your usual, you had noticed that Jenna was quiet, too. She was very distracted unlike her usual when these nights happened, not that you’d learned. “Jen, are you okay?” Percy asked, getting her attentions as well as everyone else’s in the room. “Yeah, I’m just worried… do you remember that girl on twitter I told you about?” He nodded, but Emma looked at her confused. “What girl?” She asked “there’s this girl, she’s the same age as me. She’s been following me and my work ever since Stuck in the middle. She has always struggled with Mental health and always talked about how I saved her even with just a sentence…” shit, she was talking about you. Was she? “Well her last tweet is from two weeks ago and she tweeted “currently about to give up” and I’m so worried, I just want her to be okay” they definitely were talking about you.

“Well do you know her name? Have you tried texting her-“ everything else became background noises as you thought about everything that she had just said. You couldn’t be in the same room as her at the moment, you just couldn’t bare to. You didn’t want to break and end up telling her everything, you didn’t want to sound that desperate that you’d audition to spend time with her… you had to find an excuse to leave. “Uhm… I’m sorry to interrupt but I think I’ll go to my trailer… it’s been a long day, I woke up pretty early to catch the plane and I’m really tired so I’m going to sleep… goodnight everyone and thanks for the night” you thanked them and they all told you good night, including Jenna but with that same worried look in her eyes.

As soon as you arrived at your trailer you had to keep calm, you wanted to keep calm… only you couldn’t. You wanted to tell her everything but at the same time, could you? Would you seem like a stalker if you told her everything? It was all so scary, and you were reevaluating your choices of coming here. Yet on the other hand, if there was anything you could do to make Jenna less worried was write a tweet. “Hi guys, I’m sorry if I worried you all. I’m fine, just been a rough period. Thank you for supporting me <3” Jenna got the notification of your tweet and her friends saw her exhale of relief as they went on with their night.

The following days went by pretty smoothly you would say. You started filming and you were really good, you’d do all scenes in one take, mostly because your anxiety made you do all things good and precisely, that was probably the only good thing about it because except from that it was not a healthy kind if anxiety. You were slowly warming up to everyone else but you still tried to keep your distances from Jenna. She had tried asking you about it but of course you would just tell her that it was her impression, and that you acted like this with everyone else as well, though she knew that there was something else behind it.

Your time with the others was strictly on set, you refused to spend time with them anywhere else, too scared to break in front of everyone. However even on set the situation was becoming too overwhelming for you, Jenna’s presence and all, good you just wished you could hug her and finally feel safe. The other actors as well as the director noticed your “situation” but just wondered that it was because you had never been on set before and you were still trying to figure out everything, get used to the sleeping schedule and all of it, luckily there was a period where your character wasn’t included in filming so you had a period of rest. Of course the others asked you to spend time with them, wanting to include you in their friend group but you would always make up some excuses.

Though Jenna wasn’t stupid. She knew that there was something up with you and she wanted to help you. The fact that you were also trying to ignore her told her that something was going on and that you refused to tell her, so she had to find out. One day after filming, she saw the lights on in your trailer and decided to come in and talk to you. You heard knocks on your door as you put on a hoodie and opened the door. “Jenna… hi” you said with a small smile, your attempts of ignoring obviously had all failed? “Can I come in? I want to talk to you real quick” she took a quick look at you, eyes puffy and swollen as if you had been crying, but she didn’t want to interrogate you on that, not yet.

She walked in the trailer and looked around. It was meticulously clean and everything was in order, except for your bed. Your laptop and phone on your bed open for everyone to see, but she minded her own businesses and only looked at you. “Look, I don’t know what’s going on with you or why you’re ignoring me, but I know you’re going through something and I would like to help you…” she started and looked at you, tears filling your (e/c) eyes as you tried to look away from her. “Uhm.. I’m-I’m going to the bathroom real quick and then we can talk…” you said and watched her nod lightly, as you quickly went to the bathroom. You were going in full panic but you couldn’t Jenna was there in the other room, so you just washed your face real quick and tried to catch your breath.

In the meantime, Jenna in the other room had to figure out what was going on. She was sure you wouldn’t tell her everything, so she decided to invade your privacy. ‘Just momentarily,’ she thought. ‘It’s for her own good.’ When she went to take a look at your laptop she saw Twitter was open, your account - the one she has been worried about - open for her to see. It wasn’t like you were just looking at that profile, it was your profile and she was sure of that because you had the interface of writing a post open.

And suddenly she realized everything. The girl who has always wanted to meet her, the one she has wanted to meet; the girl she had saved; the girl she has always wanted to reassure that she’d be okay. It was you, it was you the whole time and she was honestly so glad that it was you, she was so glad to see you were okay. When you came out of the bathroom and saw her look at your laptop, you immediately walked over “what are you doing?” You asked her and immediately took the laptop, shutting it close and moving it away. “(Y/N), you’re that girl from twitter-“ she didn’t know what else to add, it all came out as a shock to her. You looked down, tears still filling your eyes as you refused to say anything. “Why did you never tell me anything?” She asked you and you sighed, sitting down trying to calm down and catch your breath.

She sat down next to you, hand on your back as she waited for you to speak. “I- I didn’t want to come out as desperate to your eyes. I mean I am I never denied I’m not… all I ever wanted to do was just meet you and tell you everything but when I came here, I just couldn’t. I froze, I didn’t want to seem like the stalker of the situation that would find a role on set just to be with you. Truly that was not what I meant to do, but I did and now I’m going out of my mind. I tried not to say anything because you have your perfect life, I didn’t want to be a weigh in your life with my pathetic needs, so I never said anything. But it’s getting really heavy, It’s really hard to keep everything in with my condition-“ by now you were full on sobbing, and Jenna took your hand to try and reassure you.

“This is why I’m always staying alone in my trailer… I didn’t want to just be a weight” you kept not looking at her, wiping your own tears with your free hand, while Jenna was tightly squeezing your other one, rubbing her hand against your back. “When on my profile I said that you saved me, I mean it, Jenna. There were days where I was on the verge of… committing suicide…” you said the last two words in a lower voice tone “and then I’d remember your interview, when you said about fighting depression and I’d think “why kill myself when I still have my whole life ahead of me” and I’d be okay, if I never got to know you I would have never survived those crappy periods” you kept it simple, not wanting to go in details.

“(Y/N),” she called for you, and you looked up to look at her, eyes worried and eyebrows furrowed in sorrow “I’m sorry for everything that you went through, but I’m glad that even just a few sentences of mine managed to keep you floating.” She started and kept on holding your hand, but when she saw you pulling it away she squeezed it even tighter. “I want you to know that I’ll always be here for you, whenever you need me. As you know I’ve struggled with depression too, and it wasn’t easy coming out of it but there’s nothing better than saying “I made it” and I want to hear you say it too” you looked down at what she said, you had been depressed for a really long time now and you didn’t believe that there was any chance of you getting better.

“Look at me” she used a soft voice of tone, eyes completely focused on you as you turned to look at her, she noticed fear in your eyes as you tried to focus on your breathing. “if you get lost, I will send out an army of people to find you, even when you’re in your darkest places I’ll be there to rescue you from every single one of them. Now that we know each other it’ll be even easier. I know you think you’ll never get out of it but you will and I’ll be there every step of the way. Are we clear?” She said with a soft, sad smile as she looked at you hopeful.

You slowly nodded at her and tried hinting a small smile as well, she knew you wanted to try, she knew you were willing to do so with her. “Come here” she said and pulled you in a hug, the one you have been craving for so long, and She heard you try and suppress sobs. “You can let it go (Y/N)” she whispered in your ear. You tried to keep your composure for some more, but you gave in. You were soon crying on her shoulders and gripping her shirt almost as if your life depended on her - which it kind of did - you finally got to tell her everything, you finally got to hug the woman that has saved your life multiple times and she promised to you and herself to help you out, you couldn’t ask for anything better.

You were so sobbing and screaming on her shoulders, your tears wetting her shirt but she didn’t seem to care as she held you tightly as one hand brushed through your hair, all while she kept whispering sweet nothings into your ear. “It’ll be okay (Y/N). You’re okay. I’m here with you from now on” she kept on repeating, trying to reassure you until you had actually calmed down, which took around 15 minutes. When the two of you had pulled back from the hug she moved some hair away from your face as you smiled at her, and noticed that her eyes were now red and teary too. “Why are you crying too?” You asked her, sniffling as you took a tissue and cleaned your nose. She smiled “I’m just glad to finally be at your side and see you’re okay” she nodded and sniffled as well, you smiled slightly.

“Are you gonna come to Percy’s trailer to play uno from now on? We really enjoy being around you” she asked, this made you smile brighter than earlier, luckily they didn’t just see by you as a “newbie” and actually wanted to be around you. You nodded at her and smiled, soon enough she took your hand and the two of you headed to his trailer.

Looks like you’ll finally have some friends.

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i just saw that you now write for edwin could you please do a fic about them solving a case in like an old abandoned love boat ride and edwin feels pressured into confessing his feelings to the reader

Tunnel Of Love

edwin x gn! reader

summary: you and edwin go on a case to explore an amusement park. a simple boat ride turned scary helped him to confess

warnings: mentions of death

a/n: tysm for the request! first edwin fic!

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When Edwin was alive amusement parks were a very new thing. He had never been on one since his boarding school never allowed it. Him and Charles had experienced their fair share of amusement parks.

He had never been to one on his own or with anyone besides Charles. But after being stuck in Port Townsend the dead boy detective agency was thriving. Charles took Crystal and Nico to deal with one case while he sent Edwin with you to visit another.

Nico told Charles about Edwin’s feelings toward you. Charles wanting to help out his mate decided to give you another case to solve.

The park was less than clean. It was covered in rust and littered with things. Edwin was less like himself today. You thought it was because Charles wasn’t here but that wasn’t true.

You two wandered around while Edwin took notes “Edwin” He looked up from his notebook “Yes?” You spun around while he took down another note “Charles said that the reason the ghost came to us was because she couldn’t find her body right” He nodded “Well we’ve checked everywhere except there” He followed your finger to the tunnel of love.

Edwin had never been on the tunnel of love, and he wasn’t going to until you grabbed his arm and pulled him along “My theory might sound wild but you notice how this park seems abandoned like something happened one day and no one retuned” Edwin had noticed that his quick thinking had led him to believe something had happened “What if whatever killed the ghost started killing other people”

He furrowed his brow “Well last night I went to the library and turns out that this park was shut down the year Charles died” He shrugged “What do you think happened” You bit your lip “Maybe a mass murder I mean there are mysterious red splotches everywhere”

As you two were getting closer his anxiety was building up. A single boat stood floating on the water “Cmon Edwin it will be fun” He reluctantly sat down on the boat. You started the ride and hopped on before it sailed away.

A jazz tune started playing making the whole thing more romantic. If ghost could sweat Edwin could fill a pool. He was shaking slightly but every time you laughed his nerves calmed down a bit.

He closed his eyes and just tried to breathe when he heard you scream. He opened his eyes to see you huddled closer to him “Edwin I think I found her body” When you got off the boat you found yourself at a completely different end of the park.

You were the one shaking now clinging onto Edwin. He didn’t mind he enjoyed it. You two found the scene of the crime. Around you was a very unpleasant sight. Edwin afraid you might get scared lead you out of the park.

He sat down next to you on a bench and tried to comfort you “I wish the others were here that was gruesome” He didn’t say anything “Edwin I noticed you were kind of off in the tunnel, did something happen?” He laughed nervously “No everything is quite alright”

You didn’t believe him “Tell me the truth Edwin” He took a deep breath “Fine if you must know, I have feelings for someone and that tunnel just well I guess you know” You smiled “You were thinking about Charles”

He was slightly taken aback “You don’t need to hide it, I know you like him” He sighed “I guys I can’t hide it anymore, I was thinking about you” You were very confused “Me why?” He took a deep breath “Because I like you, you’re so funny and nice and-“ He was cut off by you “You like me, are you telling the truth?” He placed his hands on top of yours “Yes, a lot” You smiled “Well I always thought you liked Charles but I can’t say I didn’t feel the same” He smiled this time “Are you saying you like me back” You nodded

He was so happy finally he confessed, a very heavy weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. He couldn’t wait to tell Nico as she was the one who had given him the advice to pursue a relationship with you.

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