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mistydeyes · 1 year ago

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HI😽 kind of hard to explain, but what about like civ!gn!reader x gaz and it’s pretty early in their relationship and the reader meets 141 or his friends or are at some sort of outing with other people or something and like it’s so obvious how smitten reader is with him and it’s noticeable to everyone whereas kyle doesn’t notice much or at all, and is pretty much oblivious to it? like they’re pretty much enchanted by him yk?

like for example; kyle is casually talking about something with the group, reader is sat next to him and he isn’t looking at her as much (bc he’s engaged w what he’s saying and the conversation) but reader is just totally admiring him, starstruck by him. an enamored, infatuated look on their face. just staring at him, not listening much just because they’re just so captivated by him? idk i hope this makes sense!!

maybe during or afterwards, someone lets him know their observations (i can totally imagine it being soap or alex lol, or price in a fatherly kind of way [if it’s 141])

feel free to ignore this especially if it doesn’t make sense! i wasn’t sure how to explain or if it did correctly but i hope i did! THANKS!❤️❤️💕 (sorry if this is long😭😭)

thank you so much for requesting this anon! i feel like this it totally possible for him because while he may be a genius on the field, he gives a lil clueless vibe w relationships

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summary: Despite being such an intelligent and observant soldier, Kyle can be a bit dense. After a chance meeting, you two have been dating casually but you are left wanting more. You think it’s a big step when you meet the 141 but the night goes for the worst. Can someone talk some sense into him?

pairing: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x civilian!gn!Reader

warnings: swearing

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“Are you sure this is okay, Kyle?” you asked as you adjusted your jeans and black shirt. “Mhmm” he replied, without giving you a second look. You tried to hide your nervousness behind a smile but your hands gave it away. You were meeting Kyle’s teammates for the first time and wanted to make a good impression. Despite him reassuring you it would be alright, you still had butterflies in your stomach at the thought. What if you weren’t good enough? You were meeting his captain for god's sake! As you scanned the crowded pub behind him, you hoped you would make it out of this date alive.

“They should be here somewhere,” he reassured, taking a look above the conversing heads and cheers of drinks. “Ah there they are!” he said finally locating the high top at the corner of the busy bar. Without a second look, he maneuvered to the table and you attempted to follow his long stride. You managed to dodge the splash of beer as you reached behind Kyle. “Took us a minute to find you,” he said breathlessly, “Like I said last week this is Y/N.” He gestured to you and you gave a small wave to the group.

“Y/N, our person of the hour!” one of his friends remarked, you assumed it was Johnny based on his thick accent. “Nice to meet you all,” you smiled and you took a free seat beside Kyle. “Mind reminding me of your names again?” you asked politely, It’s not like you didn’t know who they were but you appreciated the clarification. In fact, once you differentiated Simon and Johnny, the entire group and the stories Kyle had told you fell into place. “Gaz, you want to do the honors?” one of them asked but he was already diving head first into the drinks menu.

“Ah I guess I’ll do it,” Johnny said as he cleared his throat. You crossed your hands, preparing for this presentation. “Well here we have Simon,” he said as he gestured to the quiet man who took up a majority of the corner with his broad frame, “doesn’t say much so don’t be bothered.” You nodded as he pointed to the older man who sat drinking a scotch that looked more than your paycheck, “I’m sure you’ve heard of our Captain Price.” Again you nodded and Price stuck out a hand for you. “You can call me John.” “And finally,” Johnny said bringing the attention back to him, “I’m Johnny Mactavish.” You gave a round of applause to his fantastic introductions.

“Well I think you deserve a round for that,” you smiled and Johnny’s eyes lit up, “plus I’m sure Kyle knows what he wants by now.” You smiled at him but his gaze was plastered to the decorations on the wall. “Yeah, and you?” he asked and you smiled at the brief acknowledgement. “Just a rum and coke, my typical order.” You gestured the bartender over and ordered everyone a round of drinks. Your ears rang from their jeers and words of gratitude. “Anything for those who keep Kyle safe,” you smiled as you looked back at him but once again, his eyes were looking somewhere else.

Sensing the lull in silence, Soap spoke up. “So uh did Kyle ever tell you why we call him Gaz?” You shook your head as the bartender returned with your drinks. “He hasn’t actually,” you smiled, “heard he had a fun nickname.” “It’s more of a call sign for us but ever since he joined he’s been Gaz to us,” Simon spoke up as he sipped his chilled bourbon. “Well it all started when I finished basic,” Kyle began and you looked at him. You loved when he spoke about something, especially when he talked to an attentive group. He was a natural storyteller and captivated his audience.

He took a sip of his pint before he started his story. “A buddy of mine said that it was a tradition, something your platoon decides on and he threw a few out there,” he continued and laughed at the memory. He could tell you the most mundane instruction and you loved the way his lips curved into a smile after every statement and how he held eye contact with those who were listening. You could completely drown out all the other extraneous noise and just tune in to the Kyle Garrick radio. “Anyways what started as Garrick turned into Gar and eventually a Lieutenant passed by and just said to call me Gaz,” he concluded and Johnny laughed at the ending.

“And we thought it was more than that,” he joked and everyone joined in. Kyle’s laugh was infectious to you and you suppressed your giggles with your hand. He smiled at the slight jab, sipping out of his glass that was collecting condensation. “Not everyone can be called something like ‘Soap’” he shrugged. You noted to yourself to remember all of these silly little names that were such a foreign concept to you. You’d have to circle back to Simon and John. As the two continued to trade insults and laugh, you finished your drink. You were happy because Kyle was happy. You hoped this wouldn’t be the last time you would be meeting such an interesting group.

Eventually, Simon put an end to their banter and the conversation moved on. “So are you two a couple?” John asked and before you could reply, Kyle beat you to it. “Just have been dating a month or so, nothing official yet,” he replied casually. “Five months,” you mumbled and under the roar of the bar, only Simon heard you. Maybe that was the best way to put it but you wanted something more permanent. Something less fleeting and unemotional. You tried to suppress your disappointment but the tension in the air was evident. You tried to think of an escape route. “I’m gonna go get another drink, I’ll go to the other end of the bar,” you said as you glanced at the swamped counter, “they look busy.” You grabbed your wallet and hopped off the stool, mingling through the crowd.

When you left, Johnny immediately attacked Kyle. “Okay Gaz,” he said calling the attention to himself. “What the fuck are you doing?” he asked suddenly and Kyle turned to him, surprised. “What do you mean?” “That ray of sunshine is clearly into ya and you’re like a sheet of cardboard,” he boasted and the rest of the table nodded. Kyle turned to see you trying to make your way to the bar amongst the crowded room of patrons. “We’ve been dating for a month, I don’t want to make things too serious,” he replied as he turned back to the group. “You should see how they look at you,” Price began, “it’s like you created the stars in the sky.” Despite his efforts on the field and in recon, Gaz strained to remember those recent moments. “I’m just saying,” Price lectured, putting a hand on Kyle’s shoulder, “they’re someone worth putting the effort into.”

As Price loosened his grip, Kyle turned to see you struggling to get the bartender’s attention. “Listen to us, a table of a bunch of single blokes,” Johnny said with a laugh. Kyle laughed along nervously but got up from the table. “I’ll be right back,” he said and his departure was met with hollers from Johnny. As you sighed in defeat as the bartender helped another patron, you felt Kyle hold your waist from behind. “Over here!” he called and in a few moments, the bartender returned to take your order. “They’ll have a rum and coke,” he ordered and you couldn’t help but smile a little wider at his good memory. “This one’s on me, love,” he said as you looked up at him.

“Thanks, Kyle, I appreciate it,” you replied with a slight smile. Before you could turn to get your drink, Kyle placed a hand on your cheek. “Hey uh would you want to be something more permanent?” he questioned and you couldn’t help but be surprised. “Oh Kyle, if this is something your buddies said then–“Before you could finish, he interjected. “No,” he said with a smile, “actually I’m glad you get along with them, they’re a bit of a mixed bag.” You looked over to the group and let out a laugh as Johnny tried to get Simon to take a shot with him. “They’re great, real good people you work with,” you pursed your lips before replying, “but I think I’d like that.” He kissed you softly and you swear you could hear your table cheer. “I really like you, Kyle,” you giggled, almost as if this was a school crush confession. “Good, I don’t know what I’d say if the person I fancied said no,” you both shared a laugh as you returned.

As Kyle checked his phone quickly, Johnny shot you a quick wink. You didn’t know what happened when you left but you were glad that this group looked out for Kyle– not just on the field. As Simon and John held a drunken Johnny up and helped him into an Uber, you felt Kyle interlace his fingers with yours. “Not too early for some PDA?” he questioned and you shook your head. “Never.”

#kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #kyle garrick x reader #task force 141 x reader #task force 141 #cod x reader #call of duty modern warfare #cod mwii #modern warfare 2 #call of duty #mw2 imagine #madebyizzie #gaz imagine #kyle garrick imagine #mw2 #izzie is writing

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lampmanliveblogs · 6 months ago

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”…King? Oh wow, I know I said ’See you in heaven, one day,’ but I didn’t figure it’d be this soon. And I gotta say, I knew the day would come, but it is still so weird to see you taller than me.” -Luz right now, probably

Nah, it’s the Titan of course! In the flesh, or, uh… in the spirit I guess, since his body is left in the Demon Realm, being possessed by Philip Phungi and all that.

Right of the bat, I notice that he’s got that Hooty worm thingy coming out of his right eye (our left). His right eye is also the one that started glowing when Philip started possessing his body.

Philip… is the worm.

There he is, in all his majestic glory.

The beard. The worm.The wings (which I guess King will start growing one day…). The casual wear: a dressing gown over a Bad Girl Coven shirt (don’t tell Eda about this or we’ll never hear the end of it), the sweatpants with glowing glyphs on them (aw man, I wish I had a pair of sweatpants with glowing magical symbols on them…). The dad bod.

I’ve only known this guy for like…forty seconds, and I already love him. I love the fatherly vibes he gives off. Appropriate, of course, not just because of his role as a bringer of life to those that live on his decaying body, but it’s also appropriate because we’re at the low point of the episode. We just watched Luz die, Eda, King, & The Collector just watched Luz die, the Boiling Isles are being overrun and slowly torn apart… we need a comforting voice in the darkest hour.

Oh, and something about how Luz’ father is dead and now that she died she got to meet this sort of father figure… something about that, definitely.

”I think King said it best once; ’I am both king and queen, best of both things.’ But ’dad’ works fine.”*

We stan an asexually reproducing king/queen/both things.

(… do people still say ”stan?”)

I mean, I’m assuming this means titans reproduce asexually. And I just wanna say that as an asexually reproductive organism myself, I appreciate this representation.

Secondly, this also tells us that Titan here knows a good deal of the goings ons in the realm of those still living. And his omniscience is arguable better than mine, because I sure as Demon Realm can’t remember when King said that.

(*I looked it up. Turns out King said that in Enchanting Grom Fright, when he nabbed the Grom Queen crown Luz dropped on the floor after she got back home.)

#the owl house #liveblog #the owl house liveblog #toh s3e3 #watching and dreaming

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therealslimshakespeare · 6 months ago

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I can't wait for Julie Jean and Bucky's reunion but the piece about Julie visiting Thorpe Abbots? Oh my gosh it was delicious! But also so bittersweet. Just so good.

I really loved to see Julie's relationships/friendships with the boys at Thorpe (particularly Crosby), and that was written so wonderfully.

But speaking of friendships I just wanted to say that I really love Herb. His understanding, and care for Julie is so gorgeous and I love their relationship. I don't want to read into it too much, but it's almost, very slightly, in a fatherly figure way? Herb is one of her few companions before Bucky and all those who followed, and I think one of the very few, if not the only man she trusts or who treats her decently before Bucky comes along?

Anyways, I just wanted to say that I love their relationship. You have a real skill at developing side/smaller characters and blossoming them into people who form relationships with others and with the the audience and it is one of the things that makes your writing so impressive.

I quite literally clutched my chest reading this! It means so much to me -side characters have always been many of my most beloved characters in my favorite novels/classics and so to be complimented on my own is utterly gratifying and motivating to keep nurturing the little things that make them more than filler.

But I too love Herb -he’s named after a vet I know and love and who is the grandaddy I never had. Sure he can be considered fatherly. At the very least, despite his crusty ways, he has a real love for Julie’s real nature, and he celebrates her victories with her. Not the studios, not her mother’s, not her image -hers. And he knows somehow some other guy over in the war somehow saw what he does every day despite the young randy fuckers appreciation for the rack -somehow John Egan saw to the Julie that Herb knows and likes her Al the better.

Who on base do yall think Herb would mesh with while Julie and Bucky make knots of their sheets? Rosie has the grandpa vibe to match him, I do believe, and Ev is no nonsense enough to be a good mate

#I love the thought of all these young pilots talking with Herb who had to live with rats and fight mustard gas #mota fanfic #💌asks #love notes

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kiss-me-cill-me · 8 months ago

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Hi! As a new Cillian fan, and a longtime fan of whump, I have a question...I see a lot of whumpy GIFs of Cillian injured and hurt, but I was wondering, are there any movie scenes where Cillian comforts or looks after somebody else who has been hurt? 🙈 I have seen Peaky Blinders and Oppenheimer, but I still have to work my way through the rest of his work 😳 I would appreciate any pointers. Thank you!

Hi, anon! First of all, welcome to the fandom ❤️ We're happy to have you here!

And that is a very good question... I know of a few scenes that might fit what you're looking for, but admittedly I still need to make my way through a large portion of his work as well, so this is by no means comprehensive haha. If anyone else has any to add, please feel free!

Slight spoilers for various films below the cut.

Off the top of my head, there's one EXTREMELY brief scene in Sunshine where he (kinda sorta?) comforts one of his fellow astronauts after a whole lot of scary space shit goes down and they both get hurt. Idk, she's not very comforted by him, but he... tries(?) This one is definitely a stretch.

A Quiet Place Part II has some scenes that might fit the bill a bit more. In various scenes, he picks up and carries several people who have been hurt or are in danger. (Honestly it is worth watching the movie for this aspect alone, imo, if you're like me and enjoy fantasizing about getting carried around by strong men) *ahem* In another scene, he reaches out to comfort a small child who appears to be in distress. He also has a very sweet, fatherly figure type of relationship with the main character in this movie, who has been through a lot of emotional pain. But I would say it's more of a "they help each other find comfort" kind of vibe than exclusively "him comforting someone else."

I feel like 28 Days Later might be the best for what you're looking for, out of the films I've seen. I can't tell you why without giving away basically the entire plot, but a few minor scenes throughout and one big one specifically near the end give me these vibes.

But honestly, I have to admit that I'm kind of struggling to come up with moments where he's comforting someone else but isn't also hurt himself haha. Apparently we just all love beating this poor guy up too much.

Hope this helps, anon, and sorry if none of these fit exactly what you were looking for! If not, hopefully someone else can chime in with something that does <3

#anon ask #lemmy talks #cillian murphy #sunshine 2007 #a quiet place part II #28 days later

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lowlywriter · 1 month ago

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Helloooo again (´∀｀)!!

I accidentally missed the last update for Lost in Paradise, last week since I was busy with school, and only remembered to check today and gah—!

Firstly, I have to say I love love love the domesticity of this latest chapter; it’s a breath of fresh air from the tension and uncertainty of the last chapters. Not to say the tension was bad or anything, but augh, it’s good to see them all settling in as a big family and falling into a routine.

I also would like to mention that I really like how you portray Yaga! It feels whenever he gets brought up in other fanfics, there’s an air of resentment pointed towards him, but I feel yours gives some humanity and fatherly-ness that he has. Like yeah, he didn’t protect the trio as good as he could have, but unlike Gojo when Gojo became a teacher, he didn’t have the influence or power to butt heads with the world of jujutsu. Needless to say, it was pleasant seeing him show up again and the school environment—oh, I still remember the days of Gojo and Yuji riding the Rainbow Dragon in the school courtyard (*´-`)

Gonna cut myself off before I ramble for too long, but ahh!! Kenjaku mentionnnn… I feel you are cooking up something in the kitchen and I’m almost too scared to peek in. Are we going to enter the final arc of this fanfic with Kenjaku?

Anyway, hope you have a great day whenever you read this :D your fanfic always cheers me up, and I have a definite newfound appreciation for the weekly updates—I just finished a 12k word chapter and my brain’s gonna be cooked for a while. Can’t wait for the next chapter!!! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Hello again!

Sorry for the late response, I've been super busy and haven't had the time (or mental willpower) to reply or so much as touch my computer the past couple days! I'm finally getting some days :)

I honestly love writing the domestic stuff (especially with SatoSugu being in love and their kids!) It felt like we all needed some normal family fluff, and I'm also slowly working on tying up some loose ends as I go. I just know I'm going to have so much fun with the sequel/ oneshot collection fic that I've got planned out for when the fic's finished. I've also been halfheartedly working on a no curses SatoSugu + kids fic AU, but I'm not sure when that'll see the light of day :D

I love Yaga as a character! I agree that he could've done better for the trio when they were in school, but I also don't think the blame falls on him alone. It feels like everyone (the students included) held him on a pedestal when he was just a normal sorcerer like everyone else, maybe even below most sorcerers at that. I love the fics where he's like a pseudo father to Satoru, so it felt like it would fit here. He's definitely got that hardass yet secretly a softie fatherly vibe to him, which makes him fun to work with (like Itadori Wasuke).

I do indeed have something cooking >:D Kenny boy is definitely one of the last arcs of the fic that I need to clear up, and I'm very excited to get it written and posted!

Thanks again for your lovely asks! I always look forward to seeing if one ends up in the inbox after I've posted a chapter! I'm glad you're still enjoying the fic!! I'll definitely check out your new update when I've got a second! <3

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furiarossa · 1 year ago

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Hi there! I need stuff to doodle and have been drawing other artists’ gargoyle ocs! Do you have any gargoyle ocs you’d like drawn? Or even a canon gargoyle works! Hope you’re having a great day 🐸

Oh hi there! That's a neat and generous idea, y'know?

We have quite a number of Gargoyle OCs, yes... here's some of them!

Liuneddu (it means "small lion" in Sicilian)! He's a small guy, 156 cm, and he often acts like a pet towards people. He's very pragmatic and smart, and loves to help!

2. Petrina is a small (even smaller than Liuneddu) garg born and living in Palermo. In the 9th of May 1943, her city was mass attacked by Angloamerican bombers; she managed to survive with her brother Atlas, even if some of her clan mates didn't make it, but during one of the explosions her wings were hit and damaged by the debris bullets that started flying as a result of the severe bombing. She was five. Since she's very light and tiny in size, she could have been one of the few grotesques able to fly, but the damage sustained by the wings which reduced the available surface of the membrane, only allows her to glide (and she's not that balanced either).

3. Inverno (it means Winter in Italian). He's immediately distinguishable by his delicate colors and his malewife vibe. He diligently watches over a winter garden, and that is where he got his name from.

Fatherly, gentle, and very confident, Inverno has a good sense of humor and appreciates those who show sharp wit, and despite his own kindness, he likes the "vicious ones": fierce, brutally honest, or with a clever, venomous tongue.

He's our tallest garg, with 1,80 m of height!

4. Frisca/Whistle. She doesn't use a name, you can call her whistling!

(Here she's with another of our gargs, Chatterbox)

We have other ones, but these are our main ones :)

(And thank you for contacting us! We hope you'll find many beautiful and interesting gargoyles characters that you'll have fun drawings!)

#ask #replying to an ask #gargoyles #grotesque #oc #art #original characters

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cerebrobullet · 2 years ago

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Sharpe's Fury Semi-Daily Book Report:

i've stepped back into sir thomas monologuing to sharpe who is just " ._. that sucks". what a reentry hhfhd.

OH now i remember, he and pat have got dragged onto a boat to go kill some french, weh. i want more awkward henry/sharpe moments

aight tho, i appreciate sir thomas going "the french hate us because they think we did Shitty Thing. We totally did do Shitty Thing, then lied about it lmao". insert the drug psa with "i learned it from watching you!" only it's america yelling it at england

oh no. sharpe has been handed a Boy, a young innocent ensign. he's gonna be dead soon. god damn it, stop handing sharpe boys to look after!!!

i need to think about writing a fic investigating the idea of kind superior officers being father figures to sharpe :3c. who would be best to use... maybe have it be a collection of oneshots of several different officers being Fatherly....

hhhhhfhhffh ok, that's two counts of "manslaughter it is" problem solving from sharpe in this book. i had a Moment listening to poor pumphry having to tell sharpe not to murder in the middle of a damn church. just out there all "no, no murdering sharpe. bad officer. cease the murder plans."

.... if cornwell would full-ass committed to henry wellesley being queer in this book then sharpe's fury would go into s tier immediately, hands down. like i pretty much know he won't, this is some kind of implication for something else, but im still slamming my fist on the desk while listening to moon accuse him of it rn.

🙏 sharpe talking about going to america with harper and opening a tavern. as a joke about taking the blackmail money from pumphry but, still, like hhgsgsgbsbs. bless.

side note but i def prefer these 2000's era books more style wise. they feel more... tv show ish? but in a good way? the way the plot tends to move and be a bit more... zoomed in and actiony. you can certainly see the influence loop of cornwell using some of the vibes the show created. and also, like, basic growth as a writer and all that.

another aside, i want to write a fic just about pat being stronger than sharpe and easily manhandling him :3c

henry saying "it's really over" me: *looks at amount of time left in the book* uuuuuuuh.....

love how "stay in florida?" works as an appalling idea in the 1810's just the same as it does today lol

..... i vaguely forgot pumphry killed astrid oopsies. how's he gonna gaslight gatekeep girlboss his way out of that one with sharpe lmao...... aw but he's so much fun :( #problematicfave

aight i'm calling it there for today. my brain is mush and i see a battle scene coming, and i would not be able to withstand that rn lol

#sharpesession

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republicsecurity · 1 day ago

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Chapter 14: Planning for Intimacy

J2X17 sat across from D4M12 in the mess hall, the clatter of utensils and hum of conversation filling the air. He pushed his food around his tray, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of Z3N88.

D4M12 noticed his distraction and nudged him. "Hey, Earth to J2X17. What's on your mind?"

J2X17 sighed, setting his fork down. "I want to see Z3N88 again. And... I want to cash in some reward points so we can unlock our chastity cages. I want to spend some more intimate time with him."

D4M12 raised an eyebrow. "That's a big step. But if anyone deserves it, it's you two. Have you thought about how you're going to do it?"

"Yeah, I was thinking of visiting him at his ambulance station. I know it's common to wear parade uniforms for occasions like this. I just need to get permission first."

"Well, if you're serious about this, go for it. I'll cover for you if you need it," D4M12 offered with a supportive smile.

J2X17 nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude. "Thanks, man. I appreciate it."

After securing the necessary permissions, J2X17 prepared for his visit. He meticulously dressed in his black high-collar parade uniform, ensuring every detail was perfect. As he approached the ambulance station, his heart raced with anticipation.

The station had a different vibe from the barracks of the Enforcers. It was quieter, more clinical, but there was an intensity in the air that spoke to the rigorous conditioning of the paramedics. J2X17 felt a slight nervousness as he stepped inside.

Z3N88 greeted him with a warm smile, looking striking in his red pageboy uniform. "Hey, you made it," he said, pulling J2X17 into a brief, but tight, embrace.

J2X17 smiled back, feeling his nerves ease. "Wouldn't miss it."

"Come on, I want you to meet my senior paramedic," Z3N88 said, leading him through the station.

The senior paramedic, a stern-looking man with an air of authority, evaluated J2X17 with a discerning eye. "So, you're J2X17. Z3N88 has told me a lot about you."

J2X17 nodded, feeling a mix of pride and anxiety. "Yes, sir. It's an honor to meet you."

The senior paramedic smiled slightly. "Before you two can unlock, we need to run a test for sexually transmitted diseases. Standard protocol."

J2X17 nodded, understanding the necessity. "Of course."

As the test was conducted, the senior paramedic commented, "Your personality profiles match remarkably well. It's good to see such compatibility."

J2X17 and Z3N88 exchanged a glance, both feeling a swell of affection. "Thank you, sir," Z3N88 said.

Once the test results came back clear, the senior paramedic gave a nod of approval. "You both look good in your parade uniforms," he remarked, his tone almost fatherly. "Enjoy your time together."

Z3N88 led J2X17 on a tour of the ambulance station, pointing out various areas and introducing him to a few colleagues. The other paramedics, equally conditioned and professional, made a few light-hearted comments.

"You two make a cute couple," one of them said with a wink.

J2X17 felt a flush of pride and happiness. "Thanks," he replied, squeezing Z3N88's hand.

Finally, Z3N88 guided J2X17 to a private bedroom. As they stepped inside and closed the door, the atmosphere shifted to one of tender anticipation.

"It's just us now," Z3N88 said softly, his steel-blue eyes locking onto J2X17's.

J2X17 took a deep breath, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness. "Yeah, just us."

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mysticalserenity-tarot · 8 months ago

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Hello! I want have a free tarot reading!

I want adk about my future spouse. Why will I be attracted to them?

k🎠

Thankyou!

Hello, k🎠

For your reading I drew The Emperor

This is really a powerful figure with fatherly vibes and attitude and a leadership vein. I feel like you'll be attracted to his authority yet compassionate nature as I also noticed more times King of Cups and both cards indicate a 'strict' demeneor with a tender heart. This combination of traits of your FS will attract you to them like a moth to a flame.

Despite their need of rules and structure in life, and also a cold facade, they would do anything to protect their loved ones. I feel like family is really important for your FS and they'll be the rock of stability and security in your life too. They may also be good at manifesting their goals. They're focused on their success rather than useless things that block their growth, for that reason they may be truly respected in their workplace.

With the KoC too, they may have a solid spine which means even if life throws them a curveball, their emotional stability help them overcome those challenges with calm and diplomacy. There's a balance between their heart and mind and they may be like an anchor for people that struggle and a guide plus provider for their family and friends. Overall, I feel that is why you'll be attracted to them.

Hope you like what I picked. Please, any feedback is highly appreciated! All the best!!! 🤍

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velidewrites · 2 years ago

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You already KNOW I had to put this under the cut

The wind used to howl its greeting through the hollow oaks, and the chorus of birdsong would swallow the sounds of his footsteps, aiding him in every clandestine meeting he’d held in the shadow. The leaves had once danced, raining down in commemoration for every Vanserra son that was born.

We're one paragraph in and I'm already salivating? ALRIGHT. No one does imagery like you, LB. The way you set the scene is just so magical.

I love how the vibe slowly changes from beautiful Autumn to cruel Autumn as Lucien calls himself a stranger/invader to these lands. It's such a sexy clever way to use the scenery to set the tone and once again, I am just in awe.

Was the cruelty of Autumn fashioned after them, or was it the reverse?

DYING this is such a good line. I'm sensing an Eris appearance coming and I just know you're going to make me simp for him.

Oh a hound? THIS MEANS DADDY'S NEAR

“What’s this?” He demanded. “Are you actively trying to get yourself killed?”

HE'S HERE

Lucien couldn’t help feeling smug when Vesta trotted right past Eris and plopped herself at Lucien’s side, nuzzling her snout into his open palm.

The hounds love him, the girls love him, Lucien is just so sexy no one can resist.

“I’m here to extend my congratulations,” Lucien said slyly, imitating his best impression of the male standing with crossed-arms before him. “You’ve been promoted.”

HE'S SO FUNNY I CAN'T

Literally shaking with excitement as I'm reading this interaction. Two brothers reunited to plot the murder of their father? SIGN ME UP. They are both so sexy (they obviously took after their mother) and smug I cannot wait to see how this unfolds.

“You’ll be a fool’s son,” Lucien reminded him.

“I’ll be a High Lord.” Eris said, eyes flashing.

“Was your mission a success already?”

OH OKAY we're at the Day Court now!! Is it father-son bonding time??

Oh I LOVE seeing Lucien note the similarities between him and Helion!! VERY excited to see how this conversation goes 👀

Helion nodded thoughtfully, and Lucien slowly exhaled, uncertain what reaction he’d been expecting.

This is heartbreaking in a way if you think about the years he'd spent under Beron's "care" - I'm so happy he finally gets a father who can show him the love, respect and appreciation he deserves.

LOL I love Helion having experience with getting past Autumn's wards because he tried to sneak in for a cheeky meet-up with LoA so many times. I have a feeling Lucien magically sound-proofs his walls whenever he stays at Day

Tamlin and Beron had always claimed the head of the table. Somehow, Helion deciding to put himself on stable footing with his son only resulted in Lucien feeling more off balance.

I LOVE THEM

Helion crooned, “You have the same temper as your mother, did you know that?”

THEY'RE BOTH SO SNARKY I LOVE THEM

He didn’t. As far as he knew, his mother didn’t have a temper.

WELL SHIT alright don't mind me sobbing into my cup of tea right now.

He said those words so casually. My son.

YEAH I'M SOBBING

“I don’t make bargains on my mate’s behalf.”

He was so hot for this.

“Oil and water,” Helion said, like it was a feat of science.

“Incredible,” Lucien breathed, drawing eager amber eyes to his face. “You made my water undrinkable.”

LUCIEN LMAO YOU SWEET, SWEET CHILD

LOL the way Helion's like damn who raised you?

“If it makes it easier, you can pretend it’s Elai—“

“Don’t finish that sentence,” Lucien growled.

The way they're teasing each other endlessly I am so obsessed with them

A warm, broad hand clasped over his shoulder. Helion met Lucien’s eyes levelly. “You did a good job, Lucien.”

YESS. This is so cute and such a wholesome moment between them! Lucien deserves all the fatherly love he can get.

Helion offered him a lazy smile. “I was attending to the most important matter of all. Your—”

LMAO OKAY Helion's back on his bullshit and I LOVE IT

“When was the first time you felt the Day Court magic?” Helion asked. “The first time it really stood out to you?”

Lucien swallowed. “When Elain was being threatened.”

OKAY WE'RE CRYING AGAIN I GUESS

Oh I love Helion having his wise teacher moment. He really has it all - hot librarian, sexy DILF, hilarious AND sassy. I can't wait for Lucien to blossom under his wing.

VERY excited for the Day Court tour!! The last sentence had me 🥹, and I just cannot express how much I loved this first chapter. This was incredible, LB, it really had it all - tension, intrigue, jokes, and all of our favs being their sexy selves 😌. Thank you!!

Killing Beron Vanserra - (1/3)

Summary: Lucien has been tasked with one singular mission: help Eris ascend to the Autumn Court throne. Fortunately, Helion Spell-Cleaver is happy to provide some much needed instruction for breaking past Autumn's wards.

Oops did I say this was getting posted Friday? It's getting posted right now. Another accidentally multi-chapter fic set in the ACoFD universe. This was supposed to be much more straight to the point, but I ended up enjoying the father-son bonding too much.

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The Autumn forest was quiet.

Lucien had known these woods intimately in every state, but never like this. The wind used to howl its greeting through the hollow oaks, and the chorus of birdsong would swallow the sounds of his footsteps, aiding him in every clandestine meeting he’d held in the shadow. The leaves had once danced, raining down in commemoration for every Vanserra son that was born.

The forest had once come alive for him, opening its secrets to his curious eyes, if only because he dared to look.

Now, it was quiet. Welcoming him like a stranger, an invader.

Which he supposed he was.

The rest of it was much the same. The surrounding woodlands were still rich with color—there was enough gold in the listening canopies to rival the Day Court’s trove, and enough rot beneath the undergrowth to rival its burial grounds. The charm of the Autumn Court had always been surface level, stripped back like a glamor the second one knew where to look.

Vines curled around the thick oak trunks, blooming with flowers so vibrant in color he may have been tempted to pick one and bring it back to Elain. If he wasn’t also well aware that like many living things in autumn, the pistil was toxic. Lethally so. Lucien had vivid memories of his brothers chasing him down, their laughter just as cutting as their attempts to shove the petals into his mouth to make him sick.

Was the cruelty of Autumn fashioned after them, or was it the reverse? Lucien wondered that often. If he and his brothers had been born in a place where the plants didn’t sting and cut and poison, where the High Lord didn’t mete out punishment like it were interchangeable with affection, would they have turned out as vicious? After everything that had happened, everything they had done, he wondered if the distinction even mattered. What did he owe his half brothers, who had never believed they owed anything to him?

Lucien’s mechanical eye tracked the shimmering wards up ahead that marked the outskirts of the Forest House. He understood well enough now, crossing that threshold would alert all of Autumn that he was here. It was not possible to pass through them undetected, because he was not a son of Beron Vanserra.

With the magic of his true father, he could likely break through the wards. But that would of course rely on him learning how to use his Spell-Cleaver magic, which would further rely on him actually speaking to his biological father. Lucien wasn’t certain he was ready to do that yet.

Besides, Lucien only needed to let one person know he was on Autumn soil.

It had been too risky to send a physical message, too easily tracked.

And so he was here, scaling up the ridges of an ancient oak in a mockery of the playing that he used to indulge all those centuries ago. Lucien had just been a lordling, then, bored and desperate for something to do, running and swinging through the Autumn branches, as unbridled as he was allowed under Beron’s negligent thumb. As the seventh son, the High lord had always been at best apathetic and at worst negligent. It was a blind eye turned all the same, so long as Lucien called no attention to himself, and Lucien remembered that freedom fondly.

Until the day he had strayed too far, and was reminded that his leash had always existed, his master just hadn’t bothered to yank the chain.

Funny, Lucien mused as he ran along the broad oak branches, that he’d been a Spell-Cleaver all along. Capable of breaking any chain that bound him, if only he’d been clever enough to see it, to wield it.

He was clever enough now.

Lucien stalked as close to the wards as he would dare, keeping to the shadows. Disguised in the trees, his red hair and dark skin blended effortlessly into the oak and Autumn backdrop. Still, the silent forest was working against him, threatening to betray his position with every creaking branch. The leaves whispered as they watched him retrieve the small pouch he had carried with him, emptying its contents into his open palm.

Aniseed powder. Lucien closed his fist around it, not trusting that the silent wood wouldn’t swipe it away in the wind before he could do what he needed. He held his fist out, over the branch, and slowly released the powder, leaving a trail of dust in the air that followed him as he retreated, leading far enough away that he was certain no sentries patrolled this far. He paused above an alcove molded from rock and mud and the tangled roots of a large tree. Lucien recalled taking shelter in it as a boy, an effective hiding spot when he didn’t want to be found by his older brothers.

It did not take long for the soft crunch of leaves to sound beneath him. Lucien’s left eye traced the magic of the creature before his right eye caught the sleek, grey body it belonged to. One of Eris’s hounds, following the scent of aniseed dust. It came sniffing right up to the alcove, and as soon as it was inside, Lucien summoned a wall of fire to block the exit point.

Not powerful enough to contain a High Lord or even his most powerful son. But a hound? Easy.

Lucien jumped down, landing lightly at his fight before the alcove. The hound whirled at his approach, its lips curling into a snarl that threatened to descend into a lethal howl that would alert all of Autumn that he was here.

“Shhh,” he cooed to the hound, holding his hand to the make-shift cage of flame. “I’ll let you go, if you bring back Eris. I have a message for him, one that can only be delivered in person.”

The hound stared at him, hackles still raised, but it sniffed curiously at his hand, still coated in the aniseed powder. Its attention flicked back up to Lucien’s face.

“I remember you,” he said to the hound, noting its markings. She was nearly indistinguishable from the other hounds, save for her scent, like the smoke of a pyre on a battlefield. “Vesta.”

One of Eris’s favorites. Lucien remembered watching his brother train them to be Prythian’s deadliest trackers, using the same herb Lucien had lured it with.

Lucien remembered rare moments when Eris was away, where he would risk breaking the friendliest hounds out for a run through the forest. He had liked to race against them and the wind, laughing with the companionship he found nowhere else in the Forest House.

Vesta’s snarl curbed, replaced by a recognition that felt too intelligent for a hound—but they always had been clever bastards, like the male who raised them.

“Go,” Lucien said, dropping the shield. “I’ll be waiting right here.”

The hound bolted without a second thought. She vanished from his eyesight in a matter of seconds.

Lucien settled himself against a tree stump as he waited, but it did not take long for Vesta to return, a narrow eyed Eris in her wake.

“What’s this?” He demanded. “Are you actively trying to get yourself killed?”

Lucien couldn’t help feeling smug when Vesta trotted right past Eris and plopped herself at Lucien’s side, nuzzling her snout into his open palm. He knew it was because Vesta could still smell the aniseed, but it would bother Eris indiscriminately. His brother’s pride had always been fun to nudge at.

“I’m here to extend my congratulations,” Lucien said slyly, imitating his best impression of the male standing with crossed-arms before him. “You’ve been promoted.”

To anyone else, Eris might have looked vaguely bored. “You’re an incredible assassin, if you’ve managed to kill Father in the time it took me to cross the wards.”

Lucien could see the brightness in those amber eyes, though, keen in anticipation for whatever news hung in the air, urgent enough for Lucien to have risked coming to Autumn. They both knew better than to speak out here. The trees, the wind, the chittering wildlife—everything in Autumn was listening, always listening.

With a huff, Lucien reached toward that light in his blood, mistaken for so many years as the light of a flame. This light didn’t burn, didn’t flicker, didn’t destroy. It was radiant, life-giving. When he touched it, it felt like the physical embodiment of seeing Elain smile, and he wondered if he’d never noticed the magic because he’d never known what it was to be in love with life.

Eris whistled as the light burst out of Lucien, manifesting a small shield that glimmered around them.

“Neat trick,” he said, reaching out to brush his knuckles along the magic barrier. “Though I’d be careful throwing that magic around so easily here—father is likely monitoring Day Court magic in the Autumn borders. He’s livid that mother managed to escape.”

Those clever eyes still admired the shield, playing at indifference. There were no signs of it, but Lucien was certain that apathy did not lay any deeper than his expression. He hadn’t wanted to imagine how Eris had been punished for allowing their mother to escape to the Day Court, but knowing Beron, it had been cruel and extensive.

“The High Lords want Beron dead,” Lucien said bluntly. Eris snapped his head back, studying Lucien’s face for deceit. “On the condition that you align with Prythian once you take the throne, they want to help you ascend.”

Eris laughed darkly. “All these years, I worried I’d be forsaken if I slit his throat while he slept. Only for the High Lords to hand that option to me on a silver platter.”

They both knew it wouldn’t be that easy.

“What do you need?” Lucien asked, fully aware that Eris was contemplating the circumstances of Beron’s death at any given moment. He’d likely considered how he might murder his father at breakfast that morning.

“Hyberns forces have been let into our lands,” Eris said distastefully. “The Prince and Princess—nasty daemati, I felt them sniffing around my mind the minute they arrived. You know as well as I do that if I’m to lead Autumn into war against Hybern, we’ll need an excuse for our people to rally against them.”

Lucien loosed a breath. “You want to frame the Hybern royals for Beron’s murder.”

“A bereaved son seeking vengeance for his father’s death will earn me far more respect than regicide,” Eris said with a smirk. “Even better, if Beron looks a fool for having trusted them in the first place.”

“You’ll be a fool’s son,” Lucien reminded him.

“I’ll be a High Lord.” Eris said, eyes flashing. “And I’ve been careful about expressing my support of Hybern. Father’s advisors will know I had doubts from the beginning.”

Ignoring the spark in Eris’s eyes—far too eager at the prospect of murdering his father—Lucien thought carefully. “Faebane,” he said. “Hybern has caches of faebane. Sneak a little bit into father’s food each day, then slit his throat once he’s too weak to fight back. When they find the faebane in his system, they will assume it was the daemati’s doing.”

“I can get you the faebane, brother, but I won’t be there when you slit his throat.” Eris grinned. “I need an alibi, somewhere far away and in the public eye.”

Lucien gritted his teeth, he had been hoping Eris would jump at the chance to kill their father. “I can’t assassinate Beron if I can’t get past the damn wards.”

“Guess you’d better figure that out,” Eris said, flicking his wrist to shatter the shield. A low whistle had Vesta instantly at his side, meeting him stride for stride. “And you better scurry over to Day, before father’s sentinels come sniffing after that magic.”

“Was your mission a success already?”

Lucien cringed at the voice behind him, its timbre rich as tea leaves dried in the sun. He turned to face Helion, braced lazily against a marble pillar with his arms crossed as though he’d been expecting Lucien to winnow to his Court at this precise moment.

Despite the many times Lucien had met the High Lord over the years, there was a part of Lucien that felt unnerved staring directly into the face of his true father. It felt too much like staring into a mirror, now that Lucien knew where to look—that same nose he’d long thought was the trait of a distant relatives, the same cut of their jaws, the same too-clever smile, as though he were a second away from slicing through Lucien with his wit. Sometimes he looked at Helion and felt a fool for never seeing it earlier.

“I got a message to Eris,” Lucien said plainly. Helion watched him expectantly, and Lucien found himself holding his breath as he explained, “I couldn’t think of a way to get through the wards without alerting everyone in the Forest House. Beron is tracking Day Court magic within his borders. And he’d have known I was there the second his wards went down.”

Helion nodded thoughtfully, and Lucien slowly exhaled, uncertain what reaction he’d been expecting.

“Hard to assassinate a male you can’t get close to,” Helion agreed. “Pesky things, those wards. I’ve had my fair share of attempts to get past them undetected.”

Of course. No wonder Eris had told him to go to the Day Court. If anyone knew how to get in and out of Autumn undetected, it was the very male who’d had an affair with its Lady.

Lucien pinched his nose, trying desperately not to think about what went on after those successful attempts. “And would you mind sharing your strategies?”

“Over dinner,” Helion answered with a bold grin, kicking off the column to throw his arm around Lucien, gliding both of them away from the libraries Lucien had been hoping the High Lord would lend him.

The warm weight on Lucien’s shoulder felt heavier with each step they walked. Helion was touching him so familiarly, despite being little more than strangers connected by blood. It was not unwelcome but it was… odd. Beron had never touched Lucien affectionately, nor sought his time. A cynical part of Lucien was convinced it was all some elaborate ploy on Helion’s part, but try as he might Lucien couldn’t think of any motivation outside of a father genuinely trying to bond with his long-lost son—as foreign a notion that may be.

“The wards require one simple trick,” Helion explained once they arrived at the Day Court’s elaborate dining room. Lucien assumed the absurdly large table in the center was meant to suit the endless stream of gatherings he’d heard Helion liked to host. Lucien wondered if that habit had been curbed since the Lady of Autumn had taken residence in his court—though Lucien was disappointed to see that she was nowhere in sight.

With a flourishing wave of his arm, two dining sets appeared across from each other at the table, accompanied by plates of steaming food. The smell reminded Lucien that he hadn’t eaten, at least not properly, since he had left the High Lords meeting a day prior. Helion gestured encouragingly to one of the open seats, where a plate of grilled fish atop a bed of vegetables and steamed, fluffy grain waited for him. He slid into the seat he was directed, watching warily as Helion claimed the one across from him, leaving the head of the table notably empty.

Tamlin and Beron had always claimed the head of the table. Somehow, Helion deciding to put himself on stable footing with his son only resulted in Lucien feeling more off balance. Those amber eyes were watching him, flickering expectantly to the silverware Lucien had yet to touch. It had long been ingrained in Lucien to wait for the High Lord to start before he began eating, but he had the sense that his father wouldn’t continue unless Lucien picked up his fork and took a bite.

So, reluctantly, he did.

With exaggerated compliance, Lucien wrapped his fingers around the polished silver and lowered his fork to the plate. He was met with a sharp, ear-splitting noise as the metal tines hit an unexpected force hovering above the food.

Lucien yelped as magic shocked through his arm, sending the fork clattered back to the table in his surprise. Air hissed through his gritted teeth as he shook out his hand, attempting to expel the lingering intensity. It burned, but not like a flame. Like raw, crackling energy bolting through his nerves.

“Break the shield around your meal,” Helion instructed, unphased by the outburst.

“A warning might have been nice,” Lucien snapped, flexing and unflexing his fingers.

The High Lord sat back, brows raised in challenge. “Beron won’t give you a warning.”

With a huff, Lucien reached for the light that flickered inside his veins—buried so deep down into the core of who he was, he would never have been able to reach it before. It seemed it was getting easier each day, even stronger now that Lucien was in its origin court. Gritting his teeth, he pulled at it, letting its essence unfurl as he slowly eased the light towards his fingertips.

Once he had gathered enough of it, ignoring the way Helion raised his brows at the obvious effort, Lucien hurled a small beam towards the shield around his plate. It was like whipping a stone towards glass, the way the magic shattered, exploding into fractals that fizzled out of existence, taking the scent of magic with it.

“Does it always take you that long?” Helion asked.

“I’ve never cleaved anything before,” Lucien said, panting for breath. He could feel sweat beading at his brow, but resisted the urge to wipe it away under Helion’s scrutiny.

The High Lord snorted. “At this rate, you wouldn’t be able to break Beron’s wards if you wanted to.”

Swallowing his temper, Lucien bit back, “Just as well I’ve enlisted the help of the famous Helion Spell-Cleaver.”

When Helion smirked in response, Lucien thought he finally understood why Elain found it so irritating. Helion crooned, “You have the same temper as your mother, did you know that?”

He didn’t. As far as he knew, his mother didn’t have a temper.

Still, he ground out, “No talking about my mother.”

“She talks a lot about you.”

“Just—no talking about anything except killing Beron.”

Helion’s eyes had gone dark, turning that amber into a deep, honeyed color. “I teach you how to cleave the wards, and you and Elain come to live here.”

“You’re bargaining?” Lucien asked incredulously. “I know you want Beron dead just as much as I do.”

“Not as much as I want my son to live in his home court.”

He said those words so casually. My son.

“There are things that are more important to me than vengeance,” Helion added.

Important.

Lucien couldn’t think of a time Beron had ever described him that way. He felt himself softening to the idea, just slightly. Did he really want to eat breakfast across from Rhysand for the rest of his life?

“I don’t make bargains on my mate’s behalf.”

Helion nodded. “Smart male. Then, in exchange for teaching you how to get through Autumn’s wards, you agree to stay here during the training and allow me to give you a tour of the Court.”

“How long will it take?” Lucien asked, flicking his eyes nervously to the food and the long expelled shield. “I need to kill Beron in time for Eris to rally his people and raise an army.”

Those amber eyes flicked over Lucien considerately. “I reckon it will take a week. Maybe two, if you decide to be stubborn.”

Lucien set his jaw. “Fine. But once it's over, I will sleep in whichever court I choose.”

Magic twisted sweetly in the air as Helion nodded his agreement.

The High Lord leaned back in his seat, gesturing lazily to the platter of food. This time Lucien looked, using his mechanical eye to trace the shield that shimmered just above it.

“Think of winnowing,” Helion instructed. “Imagine the way the fabric of the world folds around you so you can step through. You need to do the same with the magic of Beron’s wards.”

“Fold it… around me?” He repeated, dumbfounded.

An amused puff of air fled Helion’s nostrils. “Like you’re winnowing. But instead of traveling through space, you’re traveling through magic.”

Lucien blinked slowly, and Helion frowned. Disappointed that Lucien wasn’t putting it together. Then, Helion grabbed an ornate jug from the center of the table.

Lucien made a sound of protest as Helion began pouring its contents into his drinking glass, watching in displeasure as droplets of oil sunk into the water, then promptly climbed back to the surface.

“Oil and water,” Helion said, like it was a feat of science.

“Incredible,” Lucien breathed, drawing eager amber eyes to his face. “You made my water undrinkable.”

The High Lord scowled. “Oil and water naturally repel each other,” he explained with an edge of frustration. “Did you see the way the the water slipped around the oil when it breached its surface? Your magic needs to counter Beron’s wards the same way. Pick a pressure point, and push until the magic slips around you.”

Helion gestured lazily to the food before him. “Go ahead, try putting a finger through that shield.”

Lucien examined the shield around his dinner once more, trying to visualize using his magic to push, not shatter.

“If it makes it easier, you can pretend it’s Elai—“

“Don’t finish that sentence,” Lucien growled.

Helion immediately put his hands up in surrender. He fell silent as he watched Lucien draw forth the Day Court magic. This time, as Lucien summoned it to his fingertips, he imagined it coating him like a second skin. A sheen of oil, where the shield could act like water.

He approached the shield slowly enough that it’s energy still zapped him, causing him to clench his teeth as he pressed his finger to the surface. It was like trying to push through a stone, the force on his side not sharp enough to puncture the magic. Lucien steadily pushed harder, gathering more of that light to his fingertips until—

They both winced as the shield detonated, dispersing the floral scent of magic through the air like someone had spilled a bottom of perfume.

Lucien sighed. Eyes fixed on the supper that was likely cold by now, he didn’t dare gauge Helion’s expression, certain there would only be disappointment.

“You’re a fast learner,” Helion murmured. Lucien raised his head, shocked to see the High Lord smiling with a softness Lucien had only ever recognised in his mother. “I saw the way you coated yourself with our magic—that’s exactly how you’ll need to do it.”

“But—“

“It’s easier done on a larger scale,” Helion interrupted, eyes bright with pride. It made Lucien want to bolt from the table, his approval almost more crushing than his disappointment. “It took me years to master that level of precision.”

Helion’s brows furrowed, studying the way Lucien had tensed. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” he said roughly.

Those clever eyes narrowed. The chair scraped against the polished floor as Helion stood up. Lucien felt like a cornered animal as he watched his father’s large frame glide gracefully around the table, until he was standing directly behind Lucien’s chair.

A warm, broad hand clasped over his shoulder. Helion met Lucien’s eyes levelly. “You did a good job, Lucien.”

There was an awful ripping noise in his chest, one that Helion was entirely oblivious to. It was the sound of an old wound being torn open. Lucien was certain his blood spilled all over that chair, dripping into a puddle on the floor. Was a father’s praise really so easily extended? And how quickly could it be taken away? How many mistakes was he allowed?

He felt raw as he croaked back, “Thanks.”

Helion patted Lucien’s cheek. “Finish your dinner, get some rest. We’ll start at dawn tomorrow.”

Lucien would have asked where, but Helion was already walking out the door.

Two full, perfectly good plates of food, abandoned on the table.

Only once he heard the latch click shut on the door did Lucien allow the few stray tears to leak out of his biological eye. He couldn’t say for certain where they had come from, and after a moment, he brushed them away and choked down the rest of his super.

Lucien was up with the sunrise.

After centuries of helping Tamlin run his court, he was used to the early hours. And considering the Solar Courts’ aversion to windows and the galling radiance of the Day Court’s sun, he would have considered it a feat to sleep any longer.

Perhaps the High Lord had thick curtains in his room to block out the early morning sun and perhaps we’ll start at dawn was merely a turn of phrase in the Day Court, because Helion didn’t stroll, unhurried, into the dining room until well into the mid morning.

Lucien did his best to swallow his irritation, which was a difficult task when confronted by the sight of his father in nothing more than a half-open robe that was tied loosely shut around his hips.

“Important matters to attend this morning?” Lucien asked shortly, brows raised.

Helion offered him a lazy smile. “I was attending to the most important matter of all. Your—”

“Don’t.” He held up his hand, already regretting saying anything at all. “Do not say my mother.”

“She wants to see you,” Helion said, errantly shifting his robe before taking a seat at the table. He frowned considerately at the fruit bowl, before selecting an apple, red as the blood that connected them.

Lucien shrugged. “I have not been hiding.”

Though, in truth, he was uneasy at the thought of seeing his mother. Helion, at least, had known as little about this secret as Lucien had. Helion seemed to have forgiven her without a moment’s hesitation, but his life had also not been made miserable at the hands of Beron and his sons. Helion had been here, living lavishly in his palace, sleeping until mid morning and doing whatever he liked whenever it pleased him.

Lucien had been no one, nothing. The unwanted seventh son. The runt of the Vanserra litter. His mother had watched all those years, observed the way he had been cast aside without ever understanding why. It would have been nice to have been assured that every failed effort to mold himself to his brothers hadn’t been his fault. He hadn’t done anything wrong, he just wasn’t a Vanserra. And they had all been able to detect it, even if no one could explain what, exactly, made him different.

“Not been hiding?” Helion mused, leaning back in his seat with a thoughtful hum. “To have had the untapped magic of a Day Court heir, all this time, and never noticed? I think you have been hiding from more than just your mother. You’ve been hiding from—”

“Myself,” Lucien interrupted with a long suffering eye roll. “You’re not the first to espouse the importance of self-reflection. I consider it a fairly low priority, given the present state of the world. I’ll have time for introspection after the war.”

Helion was frowning. “I think it would accelerate your training, which will be necessary if you’re to master the spell in two weeks. Your magic is connected to your mind and body. When you neglect one, you neglect them all.”

A blur of red darted through Lucien’s periphery. He swiftly shot his hand up, catching the apple before it could strike him in the face. Helion nodded thoughtfully to himself, like it had been a test and Lucien had just confirmed some suspicion. Lucien debated chucking the apple back at Helion, already tired of being tested and prodded, but he was a level-headed male.

He took a large bite of it instead.

“When was the first time you felt the Day Court magic?” Helion asked. “The first time it really stood out to you?”

Lucien swallowed. “When Elain was being threatened.”

“Mates can often draw out unforeseen aspects of ourselves,” Helion noted, almost as though he were speaking from experience.

There was no smell of a mating bond on him, but Lucien would not be surprised if Helion could eclipse such things with his magic. Even now, the High Lord wore a thin, glowing sheet of magic around his broad frame, visible only to Lucien’s mechanical eye. He wondered if Helion ever dropped those shields. It seemed Lucien was not the only one hiding from the world.

“I wasn’t thinking,” Lucien said. “She was in danger and it just burst out of me.”

“Do you feel there are any conclusions you can draw from that?”

Lucien took another bite of the apple, buying time beneath his father’s smothering gaze. He felt like he was in schooling once again, and while this time he wouldn’t be punished for getting the answer wrong, the stakes felt higher.

The apple turned bitter in his mouth the longer it took him to come up with a suitable response. He couldn’t see what Helion was trying to direct him towards, and felt frustrated—with himself—for not knowing. If it were Eris… Eris would have seen through the deceit, would have known he was an heir and mastered the magic in secret when he was still a boy.

Lucien was not Eris. Not capable of answering a simple question, regardless of how eagerly Helion looked at him.

After another moment of excruciating silence, Lucien answered, “Does it mean that Elain is as lovely as the day is long?”

“It means that it wasn’t instinct suppressing your powers,” Helion said, with unending patience. “On the contrary, instinct eventually coaxed it out. So whatever has been blocking you…” Helion raised a single, ring-adorned finger to his temple. “It’s in here.”

Lucien released a long, aggrieved sigh. “So your professional assessment is that I simply need to look inwards?”

“Killing the man who raised you will be an intimate task. You will of course need to continue practicing the technique we discussed last night. But you will make no progress so long as that mental block remains.”

Then, with that uninspiring diagnosis, Helion rose to his feet. “Come.”

Lucien set the apple core on the table before warily following behind, trying to look anywhere other than the back of his father’s uncomfortably short robe.

“Where are we going?”

“To give you a tour of the Day Court,” Helion said with a brilliant smile. “To help you connect with the pieces of yourself that you have never known were missing.

#LB NEVER misses #fic rec

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infernalodie · 3 years ago

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how about a cassie x older brother reader, where they were super close and he basically took up the role of being their fatherly figure and helped them and stuff, and cassie would never want to disappoint the reader as to her it would be the worst thing in the world. So the reader is in college and doesnt come around much bc they are super busy or something but they return home after hearing everything that happened with cassie and he isnt happy with her as he always saw her as his sweet little sister

I've been waiting for one of these. But I will add a little bit to it to give it more angsty and fluffy vibes

𝐔𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐓𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 || 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝

“𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵? 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨“

Inspo: Jacob Banks - Unknown (To You)

Pairing: Cassie Howard x olderbrother!reader

Summary: Cassie and Lexi had always seen you as a father figure. Both having picked out two sides of you that they have seen. You were the person they wanted to become when they got to your age. Cassie grew a bigger attachment to you, always leaning on you for guidance. So, when you leave for College, it tears her up. You came home less and less, even for holidays. But the one time she messes up, you show up suddenly and bring a world wind of emotions that Cassie hadn’t been prepared for.

(gif used is not mine)

Warnings: Major angst and fluffy near the end

Words 4360

You wouldn’t consider yourself the greatest brother to walk the earth, but you were damn near close to it. Despite not being able to make it home and slowly caring less to make yourself known to your sisters or mother, you always sent gifts with the left over money you had. Willing to show your love and appreciation to them from a large margin of distance. Because it at least showed that you hadn’t forgotten about them and still cared.

Because that��s all you have done for each of the women in that house. You have loved and cared for them. Being the care taker for all them. When your mom was too drunk to interact with Cassie and Lexi, you were there. Staying up late with Lexi, helping her with her homework until she inevitably passed out at the table with a pool of drool around her mouth. From there, you would carry her to her bedroom and tuck her in. With Cassie, you helped style her hair and pick out her outfits for each day of school. Being the supportive brother they needed.

And when you had been planning on leaving to College, you made sure to get your mom sober. Or at least lay off the heavy drinking because if you weren’t there, she had to care for them. Thankfully, she realized this and had taken the initiative to lay off and promise to not get that bad ever again. From what you had been able to gather while being away, she had followed through on that promise.

Everything had been good. Lexi and Cassie had been doing good in school. They had been growing up into young women and you always wore a shocked look when you came home to see them. Taking note to the fact that Cassie seemed to grow a few centimeters and Lexi’s ever growing love for plays. Often sitting there with a beer in hand as they told you all about the stuff going on in their lives.

Safe to say that you were very proud of both of them and you used every minute you had with them fully. Taking them out for diner or just going for a drive. Each holiday was amazing to them because they wouldn’t admit it, but you had become the parental figure to them. The father figure all three of you didn’t have because that rat bastard was probably off somewhere dead in an alley.

But they had taken notice to the fact that you were becoming more drowned in school work and your side job. Making the phone calls shorter, text messages bland, and the visits fewer. They didn’t hold it against you, but they did somewhat resent the fact that there wasn’t anything they could do to help you through it. But even then, you wouldn’t accept their help. Being the selfless person you had always been.

Something had changed. You had felt it all the way in New York. This sinking feeling in your stomach as your phone began to buzz on your coffee table. And that had been when you got the news about Cassie. Booking a flight took less than five minutes and it took you less than 30 minutes to get to the airport.

Suze had waited hours, barely getting any shut eye when you told her you were on your way home. She knew that when you got angry, there was a whole tsunami coming for the person in your path. And just the deep and frustrated tone in your voice from over the phone put her on edge.

Knock, knock, knock!

She practically sprinted over to the door and swung it open. Your tired features fixed into a deep scowl as you moved past your mother. “Where is she?”

“She’s living at Nate’s,” Suze sighed. “I don’t know how long she plans on staying there.”

You hum, scanning the house. Nothing had changed in the months of you not being home. If anything, the familiarity made you repulsed by it. Then again, it could just be your bad move influencing your true feelings.

The appreciation of your childhood home was short lived with footsteps grabbing your attention. Turning to find Lexi, who wore a large grin on her lips. “Y/n!”

For the first time in the past 10 hours, you smiled. Letting go of the handle of your suitcase and opened your arms. Your little sister ran at you and launched herself into your arms. A groan slipped out of your lips as you held her tightly against her.

“Hey there, Loo Loo,” you chuckled. “Good to see you too.”

“Why are you home?” She mused, hopping down to stand in front of you. “I thought you had midterms coming up soon?”

“I do,” you sighed, exasperated. “But I need to talk to our mess of a sister.”

“Oh, she’s at Nate’s place.”

“Yeah.” You jutted your thumb over your shoulder towards your guys’ mother. “Mom told me. When I get back, you can tell me everything going on in your life. I think I’ll be here for a week or so.”

Lexi nodded with a smile, bringing you into another hug that made you smile softly. It felt like forever since you’ve had this type of love and affection. There was something wrong with you for depriving you of this. From receiving love and affection from the people that loved you dearly. You had your own problems, mentally, that had restrained you from even attempting to make any effort to come see your sisters or mother for the past few months.

Suze and Lexi offered to get you set up in your old bedroom while you did what you needed to do. Which also meant, “Get your sister back here, all means necessary.” And you obliged to do so by taking out your old truck that your mother kept in the garage where you raced over to the Jacobs household.

Travelling across town had been fast. Mainly because of the fact that you were dean near speeding through each stop sign and drowned in your own thought. Trying to put together the perfect scolding you could for your sister and not break her down to a sobbing and incoherent mess.

You loved Cassie. You did, truly. But there was a certain line you had set with her and guys. And it wasn’t the super overprotective brother bullshit. No, it was the blatantly obvious one. Don’t fuck your best friends ex.

It felt like you had drilled into both Cassie’s and Lexi mind since they were 14. You had no problem with dating. In fact, you encouraged them to go out there and be who they wanted to be because you would always love them the same. But the line Cassie didn’t just cross one line. She cross ever single fucking one you had laid out.

So, as you walked up the path towards the Jacobs front door, you were trying to keep your cool. Keep the protective side restrained in thick chains and pulled down to the deepest and darkest corner of your heart. While also trying to put together the right words for Cassie to understand.

Knocking on the door, you waited patiently until it finally opened. Cal Jacobs standing at the doorway with a raise brow. “Can I help you?”

“Cassie Howard is here,” you said simply. “I’m her brother Y/n. I need her here so I can take her home.”

But right before the man could speak, the most disgusting sound you never wanted to hear had sounded out through the house.

Cassie moaned.

She fucking…moaned!

That had been the final straw for you as you stormed inside the house. “Kid, if you fucking break anything or touch my son, I’ll call the police!”

“No worries, Cal,” you huffed. “It won’t count as touching him when I break his knees with a bat.”

Storming up the stairs, you walked in the direction of the sounds coming from your sister. Wanting nothing more than to have white noise blasting in your ears instead. But it just worse when you finally stopped outside the room as she was damn near screaming.

Slamming your fist against the door, you growled, “Cassie, get your ass downstairs and out to car or I’ll come in there and break Nate’s fucking head open!” And with that threat left to hang in the air, you walked away and past Cal who stared at you in shock.

You were fuming and your blood was boiling over the fucking brim. It was hard not to just punch something whilst you awaited in your truck. Fingers tapping against the steering wheel impatiently.

But right when you were about to get out grab your sister, her quick footsteps could be heard. Head bowed low in shame as she climbed inside. She felt your eyes burn holes in the side of her head for a few moments before you growled in annoyance.

“You better have a fucking amazing explanation when we get home.” She didn’t respond, not even with a nod. Sitting silently throughout the drive.

She hoped that you would cool off by the time you guys got home. Showed her some type of mercy considering you have been away for almost a year. But she was wishing upon stars at that point because she knew how aggravated you were right now. Just the atmosphere in the air told enough.

And damn, those parental pants hadn’t changed one damn bit since you were gone. It felt so natural and Cassie was unsure if she was glad for it or hating it. But she was glad that you were home, if that even mattered at this point.

When you two arrived at the house, Cassie followed behind you. Scared to even speak in fear that the pent up anger building inside you would burst. It was already reaching its capacity and there was no stopping anyone on the receiving end of it.

Entering, Cassie could even get a breath out before you were glaring at her. “Want to explain what the fuck has happened in the past 2 days?”

Cassie watched as you moved around her and into the kitchen. Silently, she followed and sat at the table as you grabbed yourself a bear. She played with her nails, unsure of how she was supposed to respond.

When no response came, you turned to her and pushed your arms out by your side, indicating you expecting an answer. “Cassie, I have no problem sitting here and waiting all night until you give me an answer.”

“Okay,” she whined. “Maddy and Nate were broken up. Lexi and I got into a fight while we were going to a party and-“

“What were you two fighting about?” You asked, eyes flickering to Lexi, who stood near the doorway.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Cassie finalized tone, stopping Lexi from even speaking was enough for you.

Sighing as you glanced at you mom. “You can go to bed,” you reassured. “I’ve got this. Lexi, sit down because I have feeling that your sister is going to include you somehow.”

Right when Cassie was about to protest, you raised your hand, silencing her. “I don’t want to hear it, Cassie,” you said, sliding into a seat. “Just continue with your story.”

“Anyways, we got into a fight and I got out of the car,” she explained. “Long story short I got a ride to the party with Nate and we fucked.”

Your face scrunched up at the mention of your sister having sex. You don’t think you would ever get used to that.

“And Rue snitched on you to Maddy?”

“Yes!”

“Good.”

There was no explaining the pure look of shock and confusion on Cassie’s face from your simple tone. Especially when you casually took a sip from her beer.

Noticing the look, you raised a brow in question. “What do you want me say, Cass?” You asked.

“I don’t know,” she stammered. “Maybe fucking defend me or something.”

“What is there to defend?” You asked. “You did not only break one rule of mine, but the whole fucking book! And you want me to defend you? Are you fucking high?”

You didn’t mean to be so mean. You knew how sensitive both your sisters were and you knew how badly Cassie could react. But there was no nice way for you to just dance around the problem. Diving in head first was the only way you saw yourself doing this. If Cassie didn’t like that then she didn’t but you sure has hell don’t regret it.

When all you got was silence, you motioned to Lexi, who sat opposite of you. “Do you see your sister going and fucking…” You snapped your fingers, looking to Lexi. “Who’s Rue’s ex?”

“Jules.”

“Jules!” You exclaimed, going right back into your rant. “No, you don’t because she’s learned from what I’ve told and raised you two to be. Women. Actual women who didn’t go and fuck their best friends ex.”

“They weren’t dating!”

“If I kidnapped a child but didn’t hurt them, does that make it okay to the point where the parents will forgive me?” You asked rhetorically as Cassie stared at you with pursed lips. Tears streaming down her cheeks as she stared back you. Hating the fact that your anger and frustration had met it’s wits end that she couldn’t even hope for you stop.

“Of course not because I still fucking kidnapped the kid!” You exclaimed with a wave of your hand. “Just like how you backstabbed Maddy and fucked a psycho piece of shit guy!”

Her lack of voice did make your heart uneasy. When you used to give her these talks, she would speak up for herself. Perhaps she understood where she messed up. But if she did, you wanted confirmation. Not just a quiet sister, who cried under your scolding gaze.

But you couldn’t blame her for feeling a way. You had always held a soft spot for both Lexi and Cassie, maybe Cassie a bit more just because how she reacted. Nonetheless, whenever they did something like this and started crying, you did feel a pain of regret for speaking to them like this. Having them in tears just because you’ve practically raised them. You were the father figure to them that they never truly had.

All you could really acknowledge with Cassie was the fact she had taken her freedom a step too far. Drinking in her freedom like it was wine and spending it like she was rich, which she very much wasn’t. You just couldn’t understand what happened to the sweet girl, who always passed out right next to you on the couch countless nights.

“I don’t know what happened to you Cassie in the time for me leaving, but I don’t like it,” you stated. “It makes me almost believe that nothing I have done or ever said even mattered.”

Everything she had done had been because of you. She adored you every second of every day. She loved you more than the entire world and everything in it. Cassie looked up to you as a beacon of hope and as much as she hated disappointing you, it had been your fault she turned out this way.

For too long, she had been walking over eggshells hoping not to disappoint you, but there was always something that would piss you off. She’d had enough and wanted to do something for herself. People change and people grow and that had been your mistake to think she would stay as the innocent little girl you helped raise.

“I think you forget that you left and abandoned us,” Cassie spat. “People change, Y/n. Especially when you don’t care enough to try and visit.”

“Cassie!” Lexi exclaimed, but her sister was too far gone.

“You’re a fucking dick, Y/n!” Cassie moved out of her chair and marched towards you. “All I have ever done is adore you and loved you. You stopped caring about all of us the instant you left and we can all fucking see it. You stopped needing us when you started showing up less. I fucking hate you and wish you would drop dead!”

Your eyes slightly widened with your sobbing sister turning around running up to her bedroom. A heavy and regretful cloud hovering over you as you stared at the ground silently. Nibbling on your bottom lip with a tiny nod, blinking rapidly.

Lexi didn’t know what to say. In a small and proportion, she did agree with Cassie. But only for the fact that you shouldn’t have expected them stay the same as when you last saw them. They would have to break your rules once and a while and just hope you didn’t catch word.

But she didn’t know what to do or say when you silently stood to your feet. Chugging the rest of your drink and placing it on the counter. Clearing your throat as your eyes flickered to Lexi. It had only been for a moment, but it was enough for her to see the sparkling tears running down your cheeks.

“You should…” You sighed, rubbing your eyes. “Um, you should get some sleep, Loo Loo.”

Silently, she obliged by your word and got up to her feet. But before she could leave, you caught her arm. Wrapping your arms around her where she melted and hugged you tightly. Face burying into your chest with handful grabbing at the back of your shirt.

You pressed a kiss to the crown on her head. Rubbing a comforting hand and up down her back. Which was pretty funny just because she was worried about you, but you were the one comforting her. As per usual, you didn’t let others comfort you even when you likely needed it.

“I love you, Lexi,” you muttered against her. “ I love you and Cassie so much.“

She could feel the wet tears hitting her scalp. Each one she felt made her heart clench, pulling you closer without realizing. “We know, Y/n,” she assured. “We know and we love you too. Cassie has just been tough for everyone in the past few weeks.”

Her reassurances carried on until you were at ease and urging her to bed. This time, she did listen and pulled herself away and gave you the space you needed. You didn’t dare risking the chance of going upstairs just by the chance of running into her.

Once upon a time, the three of you, there was a bond that was unbreakable. When you went over something, surely enough, they were hastily following. They did love you and adore you for everything you did for them and image they had placed on you.

And it was now, moments like this when you could just find your dad and beat him to a bloody pulp for leaving. For placing all this weight on to be the father figure your sisters didn’t need. Because let’s be honest, you weren’t it. You weren’t the right person to be taken as inspiration from and used.

It didn’t feel right with you. Not when you consciously tried avoiding your family during holidays. Making up bullshit excuses like you were spending it with a girlfriend. Which you didn’t have because your stressed out mind wouldn’t be able to add another weight to the pile.

They just didn’t understand the type of weight they had placed on you. The unbearable and tiring weight that left you a crying mess every single day. It had been nothing but you caring about them. You wanted to selfish and relieve yourself from that weight a little longer.

But now being back, placing it back on your shoulders and having Cassie back hand comment, you just realized that you couldn’t be selfish. With how long you’ve been gone, it had taken an effect on her. Probably much worse than Suze and Lexi combined.

Which is why you avoided any interaction with the three women for the remainder of the night. Finding your place of relaxation to be on the couch watching TV. A beer bottle in hand as you blinked tiredly. Silently debating on driving over to Fezco’s and buying some weed off him.

“Hey.” Cassie’s voice nearly made you jump out of your spot. Finding her standing near the doorway with large sweater and sweatpants. Hair unkempt in a naturally beautiful way she had always been able to rock since she was a kid. It looked adorable.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Hey,” you greeted. “What’s up? You need something? Want me to drive and grab you something?”

Still the caring brother, Cassie thought as she shook her head from your questions. “Can I sit with you?” She asked nervously. “I can’t sleep.”

You hummed, scooting over to give her some space. She filled that open space and instinctively leaned against you and you automatically wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

A heavy and blank silence fell over the two of you as you guys just watched TV. Honestly, you were unsure of what to say to her. You had said your piece when she got home and already showed your lack of comfort with her being with Nate. But you knew she wouldn’t listen. Once you were gone, she would go running back to him and you had to accept that.

But you did feel like she was doing it to get your attention. It may have not turned out the way she wanted, but you had a feeling she just wanted you to come back and talk to her. Hell, she may have easily been satisfied with a phone call. Nothing she had done had gotten your guys’ mom to call you. So, while she had broken your rule because she did like Nate, she also had you in mind. But that’s what you thought at least.

“You know what I realized, Cass?” You finally spoke and she hummed in response. “It’s not about justifying your existence. It’s not. It’s about you being so scared and so selfish that you have to break me down.”

At that point, Cassie had already felt the back of her eyes stinging with a new fresh water fall of tears. “Second guess everything I do,” you continued. “Am I good brother? Am I showing enough love to my sisters? Can I do this without them? I don’t know. I better ask Cassie. Maybe she’ll know the answer. Where’s Cassie? I need Cassie. Did you like the gift? Was it good? Yeah, I think so too.”

“God forbid I’m secure enough with what I have done for you two and mom that I don’t need to be here every time you mess up,” you said. “Your whole outbursts of me not being here. About me not caring about you guys because I showed up less. Or that I stopped needing you. You just need a reason to be needed. To be cared for and loved like I used to when you were just a kid.”

“Can we leave this conversation alone?” Cassie whispered, pulling away from you. Trying to wipe away the tears that were streaming down her cheeks.

But before she could get far, you caught her hands in yours and turned to her. “Because if I don’t need you Cassie, what the hell am I still doing keeping it contact with any of you?” You asked. “You want control because you can’t imagine the idea that I still show up is because I love you.”

Your own tears began to peak through the brims of your eyes. Sniffling as you shook your head. “I just love you, Cass.” At that point, Cassie propelled herself into your chest and broke down in sobs. You wrapped your arms around her tightly as pressed your cheek to the side of her head. “I don’t need you. But I love you because you don’t see what I see. You don’t see that people love and care for you just like I do. That there’s someone somebody on this planet that just loves you.”

If Cassie was being honest, she wasn’t used to this type of affection. It had worn off over the months of you being gone. With it coming back in full swing, it broke her down into a million pieces. And there you were. Helping pick up the pieces and reassembling everything you could.

“I love the way your mind works, Cassie,” you whispered. “I do. I love the way you see the world. I love the way you think. Your instincts. And I am so fucking grateful for having been able to help you raise you with Lexi. Because everything we’ve been through...that’s what’s made you you. The girl who helped me steal food from the store. The girl who cheered me on when I beat Aaron Jacobs ass. The girl that I love and the girl I fuck with.”

A sob racked your body as Cassie clung onto you tighter. “And I’m sorry, you know?” You cried. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around. I apologized to mom, but I know that I should’ve said it to you and Lexi. I know I fucked up, but I’m trying to do better for the both of you. I’m not the best brother, but I am trying for you.”

Cassie pulled away, pulling your head into her shoulder. Allowing you to let out every regretful emotion and pent up tear that had been held back in New York. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “For making you mad at me. I just wanted to do something for myself and it’s my fault.”

You didn’t respond, clinging onto her for dear life. And the night stayed like that, both of you holding onto one another. So much had been let out that night. Way more than either expected. But it was all out there, giving an insight on the other’s thoughts and past regrets. It only drew the both of you closer.

#cassie howard x reader #cassie howard #sydney sweeney #lexi howard euphoria #suze howard #maddy perez #euphoria #euphoria imagine #euphoria hbo #cassie howard x olderbrother!reader #x older brother

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egg-emperor · 2 years ago

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I'm very happy to see someone else had issues with Eggman's portrayal (at least the ENG one anyways) in Frontiers! Makes me happy knowing I'm not alone. Which is a shame though, because (while he was barely seen prior) he was very good before the ending.

But I did have a question haha. I actually wanted to know your thoughts on Sage as a character! What did you think of her and her story? Personally, I quite liked it in everything but the ending. And I liked the idea of like, Sage trying to learn about love and never be able to truly apply it. There was this very sad tragedy for her that she was learning emotion and love for her "dad" and how it would always be stomped out by Eggman never giving her that same fatherly affection and respect back (which is good! Eggman always cares about himself first, and I would want nothing less). Which is how a story like that should be tackled with Eggman. Fits the vibe and theme they were shooting for with the game.

It's a real shame that some of Eggman's worst writing is tied to her honestly, because she is and can be a really fantastic character both by herself and in her relation to Eggman as a more 'emotional' creation. I'd like to see how you would tackle this kind of thing in a fic sometime- you always write Eggman really well! Thanks for reading this regardless though, and don't forget to take care of yourself! Have a great day! 💙

I'm really happy I'm not alone in this. I really appreciate those sticking around to hear me out and express my true thoughts and explain why and/or agree. I'm glad people care about Eggman being portrayed accurately.

I honestly don't have strong feelings about Sage right now, she's just not really my type in design or personality. Maybe part of it is just that I don't like how the fandom are treating her with Eggman. But I wouldn't say I hate her, no strong feelings for or against.

I can see potential in her story that might've made me like her, the means were there. Eggman creating something so impressively life-like she has feelings and is influenced by learning from Sonic and co, then wants love and wishes for a real bond with the one she's closest to as his creation.

Maybe she gets a bit delusional like the funny montage scene, thinking Eggman will feel the same but his perception is shallow and self aggrandizing as ever, only seeing her as impressive for her efficiency and how it makes him a genius as her creator and just buttering her up to keep her loyal and useful.

And Eggman just doesn't have the sincere fatherly love and care she wishes for and maybe she's in denial but it starts to set in the more careless and rude he seems, not considering her personal feelings, not being able to think about and praise her beyond what she can do for him and how it makes him such a genius.

And seeing how he acts towards her compared to Sonic and friends with each other with their strong bonds, it begins to shatter those hopes and she realizes he's incapable of caring for anyone else or even praising or valuing creations beyond their use to him and pride in them being manifestations of his genius.

It would have an impactful message. That just because Sage is an AI, it doesn't mean she can't have feelings and emotions of love and care and just because Eggman is a flesh and blood human being it doesn't mean he can because he's too egotistical, self centered, and lacks empathy and care for others.

She learns there are truly bad people but there is still good and love in the world too, even if her "dad" can't give it, as she sees in Sonic and friends. That's how you could still make the dynamic sad and induce "the feels" in people without giving a middle finger to Eggman's important core personality aspects that make him who he is.

I might write a fic exploring this if I figure out how to write Sage. I could write Eggman's side easy no problem and I'd have a lot of fun with writing him being self centered, careless, rude, and an asshole as always, proving his side was never sincere no matter what he said or did and the impact of Sage losing hope over time.

I appreciate that you'd be interested in seeing it from me and that you like how I write Eggman, it means a lot because I always carefully put all my knowledge and passion into writing him and making sure he feels true to himself and I'm happy it pays off. I'll try to, and same to you. Thank you so much 😊💜

#dr eggman #eggman #dr robotnik #dr. eggman #sonic frontiers #asks #my post

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k-she-rambles · 5 months ago

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I'm impatient, so

Kivan, the unnamed Kidpatine from TROS:

• cloned about the same time Anakin comes to the Jedi Temple. Sheevy P was like. "Kids...huh..."

• grew up between Naboo and Coruscant, playing with other senators kids and listening to other people's conversations

• Palpatine did try to be his version of an okay parent (meaning, Kivan was very well taken care of and appreciated, but appreciated as a pet, not a person)

• Kivan has a reasonable understanding of the Sith/Sith history and culture, but he's not force sensitive

• longtime use of the dark side tends to zap the next generation's force sensitivity. Kivan is less force sensitive than the average rock.

• not ambitious for power, which Palpatine doesn't understand but definitely saves Kivan's life because he's not a threat.

• Kivan's job is to make his father look fatherly, and Kivan does it well.

• Kivan is aware of Anakin. There is a very tense private dinner where Kivan carefully reiterates that he does not intend to compete...with Anakin or his father. (He can be useful in other ways)

• Kivan is a very good slicer, and taught Rey to read and to slice at the same time.

Diré, Kivan's unnamed wife in TROS:

• friends with Lyra Erso

• droid tech. D-0 was hers.

• Kivan taught Rey to slice, but Diré taught her to lie.

Dr. Garen Oma

• (I've already given you a spoiler)

• insists people call him Garen because "no one wants a doctor who sounds like a disease"

• Resistance member, but was pretty much raised by Moff Gideon. Naturally, he tries not to mention this.

• Matt Smith levels of entertainingly clumsy. If Garen offers to carry something for you, NEVER say yes.

• he will give you puppy dog eyes until you do. He likes being helpful!

• despite this, Garen is remarkably (potentially supernaturally) unremarkable. When he's not in the room and someone brings him up in conversation, it takes a second for the other person to remember he exists. Even Leia.

• he doesn't seem to appreciate this phenomenon. His budget is constantly under threat because Dr. Oma who?

• the only people who are immune to this are Poe, Rey, Finn, and the droids.

• Poe and Garen dated at one point.

• Rey likes Garen immediately. Of course she does, since (Spoilers)

• Finn, inexplicably, heartily dislikes Garen. It's not jealousy, he swears.

• okay maybe it's a little jealousy.

• it's just. When Garen isn't physically present, his lab and quarters have the most rancid vibes. He swears he heard some of Garen's luggage whisper last week. And the fact that the Resistance leadership doesn't seem to know this guy exists?

• Finn can't be the only one who notices this, right?

someone ask me about the star wars oc's I'm putting into the Sequel Rewrite 'cause I'm excited to share them

#theoretical rewrite

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cartierbin · 4 years ago

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hey i’m new here, i read some of your works and !! OMG YOU’RE SO TALENTED , and also i just want you to ruin me buT i’m 100% bratty 🙄 soo , for the request, can i ask jeongin!dilf au pls :((

thank you sm baby. and lmao. I got you.

『 pairing — jeongin x reader

genre — smut, + a stressed, single father dilf!jeongin fucking his masseuse

word count — 1.687k 』

smut under the cut !

out of all the things jeongin could’ve done to take away his fatherly stress, a massage wasn’t one of them. no seriously. usually, an hour or two of hitting the punching bag or doing a couple of weight reps brought him to relaxation the way he needed. but with the mother of his twin daughters refusing to help out at all with them, he was stressed more than usual. and this kind of stressed caused him to be kind of desperate.

he was clicking around on his phone before he found the place. a massage therapy building that he somehow never noticed was that close to his house. on their website at least, they guaranteed that the service they give will bring him to the nirvana that he was looking for. he wasn’t going to second guess anything no— he needed this. he kisses his babies on their forehead before sending them off to his mother’s house for the night.

when he arrived at the building he gave the receptionist his name to which she exchanged confirmation of his paid visit. she nodded, sliding her swivel chair back and reaching into the room right beside her desk to give him a towel. “you can change it the room over there love”. he smiled and thanked her, more than glad to shed his clothing and hurry on with this. for some reason he felt kind of antsy, he could wait for his stress to become undone with all the knots in his muscles and back. but once he was finished you might as well couldve said you were unprepared for the appointment. you had your materials and the table ready yes, but you were nowhere near prepared to massage a gorgeous, five foot seven man with chiseled abs, a sharp jawline in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. he smiled sweetly when he entered, you tried your best to keep your attention off the chain that sat atop of his prominent collar bones and instead focus on the client at hand. but god, your stomach was churning.

“good evening are you yang jeongin?”. you spoke meekly, surprised that you could even get a word out with how ethereal he actually was. he nods. you used a hand to guide him to the massage table and he obliged, quite fond with the decor of the place. he appreciate the fact that it was dark and you allowed candles to scent and heat up the room. he also appreciate the soft red glow lights in the corners of the room, illuminating it in a rather sexy way. he pushed the unholy thoughts to the back of his mind and started getting comfortable, trying to remember that he came here for a massage and massage only. “do you have any music suggestions? I have a soft playlist if not”. the blonde haired man shook his head no while laying his head on his forearms, giving you a perfect view of the tricep muscles in his back. you gulped, positioning your oils on the tray right beside you. you rushed to press play on the music to keep your thoughts on your job.

you shifted the towel down a bit lower and started spilling the warm vanilla scented oil down the span of his back, which already drew him in. he loved the scent dearly. he also loved the way your warm hands applied pressure to the places he needed most. a serene feeling washes over him and he could feel himself relax almost immediately. you glide your hands up the length of his back and shoulders and knead the tension and knots away, you could’ve sworn you heard a soft groan from him in response. nevertheless you continued your ministrations, feeling for other knots that needed to be worked out. jeongin could safely say that he’s hardly ever felt this kind of relaxation before. maybe he should’ve came here sooner. he makes another small noise, one that was rather suggestive, one that had you internally crumbling above him.

“feels good?”. you hum, kneading out other small kinks with your thumbs. he hums and shakes his head yes, feeling quite blissful if he might say so himself. you giggle above him, “you know, the noises you’re making tells it all”. he speaks in choked breaths. “yeah it feels— good, damn— I wasn’t expecting this”. you roam your hands around his body covering it with oil, his tan skin glistens under the red lighting. “is this your first full body massage?”. he nods again. “my first massage ever. I don’t really do this. usually I work out but I’ve been stressed like hell. I need this”. he couldn’t see you and you know it, but you pout your lips anyway. “what’s got a gorgeous man like you so stressed?”. from above you could see his eyes closed, and a small dimple depressing into his cheek as he smiled, appreciating the compliment. “a lot actually. mainly the mother of my girls”. you squeeze another bit of oil into the palm of your hands and this time use them to work the muscles along his neck and arms. you were glad he was laying on his stomach, this mean he couldn’t see the surprised expression you were making.

“girls? you have kids?”. you ask awaiting an answer. to your surprise he nods his head. “yes two of them. they’re twins. lily and lana”. he groans again, making your heart pound that much harder. you distract yourself with conversation. “wow. twins?”. he nods. “you sound shocked”. “yeah I mean... you look like you’re way too young to be a dad. I guess I wasn’t expecting that”. you laugh a little. “I get that a lot”. your hands gradually moved to every part of his upper half, giving it the attention it craved. the fact that he was a dad surprised the hell out of you. he looked as though he was maybe 19, 20 maybe. either way it goes you already decided in your mind that he was an absolute dilf. you worked in silence for the time being, wallowing in the small sounds he made and trying to keep moisture from pooling between your legs in the process. now covered in oil and feeling hands move all around his body, jeongin didn’t know how much more of himself he could help. he was growing hard at the thought of your oily hands sliding up and down his cock. the massage was great. amazing even. but he needed something more. as you edged the towel down his waist he reached back and grabbed your wrist.

“before you continue, can you do me a favor?”. your mind spun at his question. “what is it?”. jeongin breathed. “you’re really good at your job and it’s working but I think I need something more— and I’ll pay you extra just to have if it you keep things confidential between us”. by now your heart was racing. you licked your lips, the room all of a sudden becoming much hotter. “what do you need?”.

“I need to fuck you”. you gulped at how straightforward he was. but the prompt wasn’t unwelcomed. you just didn’t know what to say. he sat up, feeling like maybe he went too far. “you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to I’m just really stressed and I need to take the edge off”. you chewed on the insides of your cheeks. “it’ll be confidential..right?”. he nods. “I won’t tell a soul”. truthfully you didn’t mind being used by him, only you didn’t know how to initiate things so you stood there awkwardly. “I don’t know what to do”. you spoke in a soft gentle voice, matching the vibe of the background music. he pulled you closer to him by the hem of your white masseuse coat, taking his fingers and unbuttoning the shirt you had underneath it. your voice vanished once his lips attached themselves to your nipples, suckling them obediently while groping the cheeks of your ass. you could only throw your head back and let air flow from your lips, the feeling of his soft lips on you was becoming indescribable. the more he sucked the more clothes he took off of you. your jacket was glided off your shoulders as well as your shirt and now he was working his hand around to the button of your pants. he refused to just shed your pants without feeling you first. so on that note his hand dipped into your panties and his fingers brush against your sopping wet lips. you gasp feeling them breach you, twisting and turning inside of you trying to feel the spot that made you make the most noise. they soon found what they were looking for eliciting unholy moans from your throat. “your moans are so fucking sexy”, he growled, becoming more animalistic in his ways, licking and biting your neck in lust.

his fingers moved at an excruciating pace in the ridges of your wet hole and you felt weaker at his touch. you were so clouded you hadn’t realize that he already snatched off your panties and you were fully nude, clinging against his oily body while he was finger fucking you into oblivion. the tent underneath the towel was evident, and he acted on it as soon as he felt his tip throbbing in need. he substitutes you on the table instead of himself, removing the towel around his waist and positioning you on your stomach. he pooled some oil in the palm of his hand and rubs it over your back and most importantly over the curve of your ass, watching your skin gleam before he tosses the now empty oil bottle on the floor. he uses his hand to feel your pussy lips from behind, sliding it in between your slit whilst pressing his wet lips against your ear. “just let me use you. I won’t be long”. he made his word his bond, using a veiny hand to grip the edge of the table for leverage and shoving his dick inside you just like that. you yelped, suddenly remembering that you had to keep your noises at a low volume. he sits up and grips the cheeks of your ass, watching the rolls in your backside become more prominent the more he fucked into you. “fuckk this is it”. he groaned now taking a slower pace just so he could hear your oily counterparts slap against each other. he threw his head back and licks his lips in daze, forgetting about his life’s troubles and focusing on the way your walls clenched around him so well. you bit the leather of the massage pillow trying to keep yourself from going insane.

he was riding your ass slow and steady, rocking his hips into your pussy and admiring how much he made you stutter over your words. his body was draped over yours and his hand wrapped around your neck, necklace sweeping along the nape, gifting you low groans and curse words into your ear every chance he got. the way the table creaked each time he thrusted was an ego booster. he smirks and tongue kisses your cheeks without a care in a world for what an oily mess you both were. “you’re going to make me fucking cum, you know that?” he exhaled in the darkest voice he could muster. your eyes drove to the back of your head as his dick drove deeper into you. his strokes were painfully slow but you enjoyed each and every one of them, the tip was hitting spots that you thought only your dildo at home could reach. fire stirred at the pit of your stomach. you could feel yourself gushing with each move of his waist and it was driving you up a wall.

“oh my god”. you whined weakly, making him throb harshly inside you. he took his time to softly kiss down the spine of your back and work his way back up again to the back of your neck. It felt quite nice actually, romantic if you will. he slides a free hand over to intertwine with yours, while his tongue licks the undersides of your neck before delicately kissing those places as well. his lips landed on yours unexpectedly and he kissed you so passionately and careful you could’ve mistaken him for being in love with you. he hastens his pace while his tongue roams your mouth almost as if it were searching for something. you didn’t know what to focus on more, his sloppy tongue kisses or your much needed orgasm that was a second away from rippling through your body. either way you weren’t prepared for them both. streams of white ran down your thighs and he felt it all and groaned much louder. when he felt himself get close he parted the cheeks of your ass just so he could see your pussy getting filled with his seed, unbeknownst to you that he had a thing for cream pies.

he didn’t even give you time to relapse from it, he takes your chin and lands another wet kiss on your lips with his body still hovering over your now exhausted one. “thank you so fucking much. I’ll be booking another appointment soon”.

#jeongin smut #yang Jeongin smut #stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids imagines #skz imagines

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