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corpsedogs · 1 day ago

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jason todd x f!reader (based on this ask)

✿ kitty cat fever — jason has a soft spot for kittens

Jason was completely drained after a week-long mission, now all he wanted to do is go home and place you in his arms.

It wasn’t often that he’d take long missions that took a week or so, considering that sometimes he can’t survive 3 days without you, but it wasn’t like he could ignore his duties.

Finally, Jason stood in front of your shared apartment, practically itching to get home and relax. But as he opened the door, he saw a small little kitten mewling in front of him.

He frowns.

“Jason!” you called out with a smile, at least you were here. His expression softens as he sees you and pulls you into a very tight hug.

Jason buried his face in your hair, “I missed you.” is what he always says when he comes home. Jason pressed a kiss in your temple as you rested your head on his shoulder, “I missed you too.” you said, melting in his embrace

As he was about to say more, his tired eyes widened as he saw four scrawny kittens crawling towards you, with its mother watching from the sofa.

He released you from his grasp, staring at the small little devils pawing and meowing “Baby,” he furrows his brows “What is this?” he asked, looking at you.

“My friend is out of town for a month, so she’s looking for a babysitter, aren’t they just adorable?” you smiled, picking one small kitten in your hands as you showed it to him.

The kitten stared at him, in his head he could hear the little thing telling him, ‘I have replaced you, I belong here now.’

Jason didn’t want to deal with this right now.

He lets out a sigh and walks past you “I just want to lie down right now.” he grunts, you shrugged as you crouched down to play with the kits.

“These things are just gonna make a mess.” He complained as he took a seat on the sofa. Jason rubbed his temples, he had been running around the past week and now he has to chase down kittens all over your place? What a warm welcome home.

You caught him brooding in the corner of your eye as you turned your gaze to him, “Oh, come on Jay.” you said “They’re harmless.”

Jason glared at you, that usually worked. But unfortunately this time you were too overwhelmed by the small kittens running around, too busy playing with them that you didn’t notice the glare he was giving you.

He looked at you, Jason was a little disappointed that you didn’t seem to notice and that you were more distracted by the kittens.

If he were to be honest, he was a little jealous. He wanted to spend time with you, he’s been gone for almost a week, but you had your hands full with these kittens.

The mother cat sits right next to him, looking at him as if she understands him.

Jason looked at the cat but he was also too tired to say anything, instead he walked to the bedroom and dropped himself on the bed.

He thought he was at peace till he heard the sound of a cat purring.

What now?

He turned his head and saw the mom on the foot of the bed, looking at him. “What? I don’t have anything for you, go make your little devils stop running wild.” He grumbled as he turned around to cover his head with his arm.

The cat just moved forward and he could feel its presence next to him. He looked up from his arm as he saw it flopped right in front of him, dozing off.

It was tiring, just like him.

He took the cat, and brought it closer to him and he placed it on his chest. “You know, we may have a lot of similarities.” He mumbled as he began petting its head, the mom purred and did a soft meow.. which was probably the most girliest meow he has ever heard.

He soon dozed off and fell asleep.

It has been 3 hours since, and Jason has been asleep for a while. He could feel a hand caressing his hair and it felt wonderful. “Did you find someone else to take care of the kittens?” he asked, eyes still closed.

He could hear a small laugh and a smile crept on his face. He then could feel the bed dip beside him as you sat down, he could also feel your hand caressing his cheek as you kissed his temple.

Jason opens his eyes and sees you, “Hello.”

“Hello.” you greeted in return, he hummed in response as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

Jason pulled you down to lay next to him as he kisses your temple, “I missed you.” he repeated. “I missed you too.” you repeated as well, Jason buried his face in your hair once again, taking in your scent.

It felt good just being next to each other.

Meow.

Jason groaned as he slowly sat up. “What now?” he asked, annoyed.

He turned around and looked at the floor. There, looking up at him was one of the kittens. The small little thing was mewling as he moved its two front paws up as an attempt to climb the bed.

You tried to stifle a giggle, the sight of the kitten mewling and Jason glaring at it was just too funny for you. Jason didn’t share the same thought though, he looked at you and sighed, “It’s fine if you find them cute, but I'm starting to get annoyed.”

Jason takes the kitten by the scruff and places it on the bed.

You rested your cheek in your palm, “It likes you.” Jason didn’t reply as he just absentmindedly pets the kitten, the small feline curled up beside him, snuggling next to his side.

“How long are they gonna stay here?” Jason asks.

“A month.”

“…”

You placed a hand on his shoulder, “Come on, my friend needs a vacation and she can’t just leave them alone.” you said, “Plus, they’re cute.” As hard as he tries to ignore it, your puppy eyes were too much.

“As long as they don’t make too much noise, we can tolerate them.”

You smiled, cupping his face and pressing a kiss on his cheek “I love my boyfriend.” Jason rolls his eyes at the way you said it. He can’t help but smile, he knows that you said it just to tease him.

“Yeah, you better.” He replied.

After two weeks since the kittens came, Jason begrudgingly grew accustomed to their presence, although he still complains about them bothering him or getting everywhere.

Despite his constant complaining though, to your delight, Jason would often come back from patrol with new cat toys and treats. He thinks he’s being discreet about it, but you see how soft he is for these little creatures.

Jason sat on the couch, reading a book when a kitten started approaching him. This kitten was particularly the runt in the litter, he’d always get left out by its other siblings and at times he’d get a hissy fit.

This runty little kitten was also Jason’s favorite, he couldn’t help but find it adorable whenever it tried to run towards him but fell flat on its face because of its stubby little legs.

This time was no exception. The runt went up to him, mewling in annoyance and pawed at the edge of couch, trying to climb but it was unable to.

He looked down, seeing the kitten’s feeble attempt to climb. Jason dropped his book on his lap. He reached down and picked the kitten up, placing it on the couch next to him.

Jason hears the door open as he sees you coming inside the door. “I'm home.” you called out. He set his book aside and turned his head to see you, he can’t help but smile a little.

“Hey.” He greeted, he watched as you walk over the couch and dropped next to him. You glanced at the kitten in his lap as you scratched behind its ear, “This one really likes you.”

Jason snorted, “It just likes to bother me.”

He didn’t comment on how he’s grown fond of the runt, or how he often lets it lay in his lap whenever he’s sitting down on the couch. You looked around, “Where are the other kittens?”

Jason scoffs, “God knows where they are.” Jason answered. He looked around their living room, no sign of them. “Probably playing in the kitchen again.” You chuckled, “Those little rascals have been too hyper lately, they need someone to tire them up.”

Jason hummed in agreement. He has been getting tired as well, dealing with these little furballs around the house has been tiring. You leaned against the couch, “I'm tired though.” Jason wrapped his arm around your shoulder, “Try babysitting five cats.”

“You think you can get kids now?” you joked. Jason raised an eyebrow, but as he saw your teasing look he scoffed “Haha, very funny.” he rolled his eyes.

When it was time for the kittens to return home to their owner, Jason was secretly disappointed. He stayed inside the apartment, not wanting to show how much he wanted to keep them. Poor Jason.

He sat on the couch, leaning back with a frown on his face. It was quiet for once and Jason didn’t like it, he misses hearing the sounds of the little kittens running around and pestering him.

“I'm home.” you called out.

Jason’s head snapped up when he heard your voice. He looked over at you, his face still blank as ever. “You’re back.” He said bluntly, “Someones with me too.” you smiled as you showed him his favorite kitten.

As soon as he saw his favorite little runt in your arms, Jason’s eyes widened and he instantly straightened his back. “You brought him back?” he asked, he couldn’t hide the surprise in his voice.

You nodded, “My friend told me we could keep one. So I decided to bring him home.” Jason stared at you, then the kitten, then at you again. He looked so confused but he couldn’t be more happy, despite trying to hide his smile. He held out his hands.

“Give me.” he says. You chuckled and placed the kitten in his hands. Jason immediately held him close, petting his head gently. “I’m surprised you’re not mad.” You said, as you watched him with a smile on your face.

Jason looked up at you, holding the kitten close to his chest. “Why would I be mad? I love this little runt.” he admits. You sat next to him, giving the kitten a pet on its side.

“I know how much you’ve grown fond of them, so I had to get you your favorite.”

He slightly shrugs, “He’s my favorite, yeah.”

“Thank you.”

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protect-namine · 2 days ago

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YE6's butterfly effect. AKA: how did vein "die"?

I'm trying to puzzle out the butterfly effect in YE6, and here is my interpretation so far. if this theory is correct, it would also answer the question of who has the faking death ability and what exactly was liu xiao doing during the whole arc.

of course, feel free to correct me if I got this wrong. I could be missing some key information. I'm just writing this in an attempt to figure it out myself. also, this is gonna be a long post, sorry.

a lot of people are speculating that lu guang directly killed vein somehow through an ability, but I don't think that's what actually happened (although I wish that was the case). I also don't think the situation is as simple as "lu guang wanted vein dead" because I also think that liu xiao is interfering with the same events. there are two puppeteers in YE6, imho.

let's start with lu guang. for one thing, we know he can't directly kill vein with any of the abilities he has, since both scanning 12 hours of photo history and diving into the past require, well, a photo, which lu guang did not have. yingdu even stressed the rules of how both abilities work. if lu guang directly killed vein through ability use, this would imply he has another ability up his sleeve, and I really don't think we've been given enough evidence that points to that. if he always had this ability, why hasn't he used it before on vein in other timelines?

remember that yingdu has a lot of visual metaphors in its storytelling compared to other seasons. I believe lu guang caused the chain of events to happen in such a way that vein would die, but he was not the one to kill him, and that's why there's the animation of him orchestrating vein's death through wang qing, like a ventriloquist would control a puppet. in fact, I would go even further: lu guang and wang qing never got the chance to kill vein, although lu guang certainly thinks he did. we will circle back to this under the cut later, once we've built up the evidence to reach this conclusion.

another thing is the info we learned from an interview with director li. it is unfortunate, imo, that we had to learn this through an interview and not from the show itself (I feel this is yingdu's biggest writing flaw), but whatever. here are the key points to know though:

vein doesn't have an ability during yingdu arc

liu xiao has more than one ability (we know one of them already, which is interestingly enough, heartbeat related)

(not from the interview, but hinted in the show) someone has a "faking death" ability

before we go into the butterfly effect and how vein died, let's go over the details of his death:

from the autopsy report: vein's cause of death is myocardial infarction. aka a heart attack

xia fei later says there were no external injuries and no signs of poison

also, tiny detail, but vein was holding something like a tranquilizer gun in the clinic. the "bullets" he fired on both wang qing and cheng xiaoshi were meant to put them to sleep, not to kill them.

finally, let's lay out some character motivations. this will be important later.

liu xiao wants to get the notebook that belonged to cheng weimin. vein is working with him on this.

lu guang wants to avoid cheng xiaoshi's death node, and he plans to do it by killing vein

now, for the analysis. how did vein "die"?

let's establish something first. since xia fei doesn't know what happened to vein and is looking for the true culprit, we can rule out his involvement. he probably doesn't have the faking death ability, since it was used on vein. and vein doesn't have an ability. so the most likely person to have this ability would be liu xiao. he is also most likely the one to open the body bag with vein in it.

so we can now assume that liu xiao has two abilities:

he can sense someone's emotions and intentions through hearing their heartbeats

he can "fake death" (it is unclear how this works)

well. what an interesting combination! let's put a pin on that for now. remember this for later.

okay. now. let's switch over to lu guang. the big important question here is this: how did lu guang know that delaying vein from entering the clinic would lead to his death through a butterfly effect?

for full context, let's look at what lu guang says in his conversation with vein (I'm using ani-mi's translation, but I watched the bilibili one first and there aren't any drastic changes imo):

do you know the butterfly effect? in a dynamic system, event the smallest changes in initial conditions can lead to vastly different outcomes. I've been wondering, how do you alter a destined ending? what would happen if, before the conclusion, we added another fixed point? another unchangeable node? instead of avoiding deviations, why not let it deviate completely? I know I can't stop you. but I can make you stay a bit longer. now, you can go in.

two things here. first, the mention of an unchangeable node. aka a death node. lu guang for sure wanted vein to die. because if vein dies first, he can't kill cheng xiaoshi. simple logic; great plan.

next, from this speech, we can infer that lu guang planned to create a small change (a butterfly effect) that will lead to a big consequence (vein's death).

it's the second part that should clue us in. he said, "I can make you stay a bit longer. now, you can go in." he knows he can't stop vein from entering the clinic. but he can stall him. he can add a small bit of delay, long enough that it actually matters that vein went into the clinic later than usual.

lu guang knows the effect he wants (vein's death) so how does he know what event (stalling him) would cause the domino effect that leads to it? why does that small delay matter?

let's look at what that extra bit of time actually changed. by delaying vein, another important event happens: cheng xiaoshi has extra time with wang qing, long enough for him to meet his mom, shao yuanyuan. cheng xiaoshi then learns that shao yuanyuan is trying to save cheng weimin. he promises to wait for them and to stop investigating. it is after he makes this promise that vein enters.

we can now infer one more thing here: cheng xiaoshi did not meet his mom through wang qing in the original order of events. this event only happens because lu guang stalled vein.

most likely, in the original order of events, vein incapacitated wang qing too early for her to do anything to him. we don't know what her ability is, but it doesn't matter for this post. all we need to know is that lu guang believes wang qing could kill vein if she was never put to sleep. that is the point of stalling vein from entering the clinic early.

so here's part one of my theory. from lu guang's perspective, this is the plan to kill vein:

stall vein from entering the clinic

because vein entered late, wang qing was possessed by someone with better fighting abilities, allowing her to hold out during the fight

she is then freed from possession, and is still awake when vein tries to leave with the notebook

I don't think we have enough information to really explain what happens next, but what's supposed to happen, imo, is that wang qing kills vein, either through her own ability or someone else uses her to do it. it doesn't really matter how, but this is what is supposed to happen. this is what lu guang wanted to happen. for the sake of this post, we will assume wang qing has an ability to kill vein

vein dies, therefore he can't go to the time photo studio in the future to kill cheng xiaoshi

that's lu guang's butterfly effect. stall vein -> vein dies -> cheng xiaoshi lives.

simple? not quite. I did mention there's another person interfering with these events.

everything I mentioned above is from lu guang's perspective, and that this is what's supposed to happen. but let's look at the actual order of events.

wang qing wakes up (is freed from possession), notices the notebook on vein, and calls his name (interesting point: she knows his full chinese name). at this point, her eyes have NOT changed color yet.

vein gets a heart attack

only after that does wang qing's eyes change color

we know that changing eye colors is not diegetic, meaning this is more for the audience's benefit. their eyes don't really change color in-universe. sometimes they don't even show us eye colors changing. but when they do show us, we have to pay attention.

therefore, I believe that the timing of the shift in eye color matters.

so here's part two of my theory. liu xiao knew lu guang is going to interfere, so he already arranged a "fake death" for vein in advance (which he doesn't tell vein about lmao, but he seems to have figured it out when he gets the heart attack)

this is how, I believe, yingdu happened from liu xiao's perspective:

he wants cheng weimin's notebook. wang qing has it, but would never give it to him. but she might for cheng weimin's son

he baits cheng xiaoshi into going to bridon

he heard lu guang's heartbeat in the airport, which tipped him off that he's someone he should watch out for

he confirmed that cheng xiaoshi and lu guang are investigating cheng weimin

he assigns xia fei to keep an eye on their progress

he planned to use cheng xiaoshi to bait wang qing into giving up information about the notebook. this is why when xia fei told him that cheng xiaoshi was about to meet her, liu xiao reacts like this is the expected outcome

he assigns vein to get the notebook because wang qing is about to reveal the location. but he also knows that lu guang is kinda shady, so when lu guang stalls vein (and tells him! bro don't tell your plans to your victims! don't tell him you're trying to make a butterfly effect!), liu xiao either just knew this would happen or vein tipped him off before going in

now, notice that vein gets a heart attack before wang qing uses an ability (or is used, whatever) to kill vein. and what have we established before at the beginning of this post? liu xiao has a heartbeat related ability and can fake a death. we don't know the mechanics of the second ability, but we know that compatible abilities can combo with each other. it's not far-fetched to think that liu xiao can fake death with a heart attack

later, we see vein wake up after someone (most likely liu xiao) opens his body bag

so now who's fooled? the police arrives and even does an autopsy. they declare vein dead. lu guang is relieved, and for years he believes this. vein doesn't even visit the studio in 2021 (though li tianchen does, through liu min, but that's neither here nor there). he avoided a death node by creating another one. we can let him believe this lie for a little while...

TL;DR lu guang created a butterfly effect by stalling vein, and that creates a domino effect that should have led to vein's death. except he's not the only one interfering with the timeline. while this is happening, liu xiao orchestrates a fake death for vein before his supposed death actually happens, allowing him to act dead during the autopsy and "revive" later

#mine musings #link click #link click spoilers #liveblogging link click #i have so many other things to do and THIS is what i spend my time on. link click's chokehold on me man........#i still have two other meta posts to write but this one comes first because RAAAAHHH i live for lg and lx puppeteering foils #anyway. again i could be wrong so feel free to correct me etc etc #i am open for other interpretations #link click meta

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novaursa · 2 days ago

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Caught by Fire (the absence)

- Summary: A story where Daemon's daughter falls from the sky. And by some strange events orchestrated by fate, Otto catches you.

- Pairing: targ!reader/Otto Hightower

- Rating: Mature 16+

- Previous part: the reality

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @oxymakestheworldgoround

The air on the balcony was crisp with the lingering chill of the evening, a gentle breeze rolling in from Blackwater Bay. The flickering torches lining the Red Keep’s walls cast an amber glow against the cool marble, their flames swaying lazily with the wind. The city stretched beyond, its lights dotting the darkened landscape like fallen stars.

You stood near the balustrade, your hands resting lightly on the cool stone, staring out at the water as if lost in thought. The faint rustling of your gown was the only sound accompanying the distant hum of the city below.

Otto Hightower had not intended to find himself here. In truth, he had been pacing the halls in an effort to dispel the thoughts that had plagued him ever since his conversation with the king. But fate—or perhaps his own weakness—had led him to you.

For a moment, he hesitated in the shadow of the archway, watching you in silence. The way the moonlight touched your silver hair, the way the wind played with the edges of your gown—it was a sight that unsettled him in ways he refused to acknowledge.

Despite his better judgment, despite Viserys’s warning, Otto stepped forward.

"You seem troubled, Princess," he said, his voice low and measured as he approached.

You turned slightly at the sound of his voice, your violet eyes meeting his with a hint of surprise before softening. "Lord Hightower," you murmured. "I did not hear you approach."

He inclined his head. "That was not my intention, though I seem to have intruded regardless."

You gave him a small, tired smile. "Not at all. I was only thinking."

Otto moved closer, coming to stand beside you, though he kept a respectful distance. He followed your gaze toward the city below, his hands clasped neatly behind his back. "And what occupies the thoughts of a Targaryen princess so late in the evening?"

A long pause. You exhaled softly, your fingers tracing absent patterns on the stone railing. "I miss my father."

Otto turned his head slightly, his gaze lingering on you. It was a simple admission, yet it carried the weight of something far heavier.

"He has not been gone long," Otto said carefully, though he knew how little comfort that would bring. "Yet I understand the absence of a loved one can feel far greater than mere days."

You nodded slowly, your expression unreadable. "The Red Keep feels… different without him. The halls are quieter, but it is not a peaceful quiet. It is as if something is missing."

Otto considered his words before speaking. "Prince Daemon has always been a force unto himself. His presence commands attention, whether one desires it or not."

You gave a quiet, knowing laugh. "That is an understatement."

A comfortable silence settled between you both for a moment, the cool breeze ruffling the edges of your gown and Otto’s cloak. He should have left then—should have turned and walked away before his presence here became something more than a simple conversation. But something about your quiet melancholy held him in place.

"He will return," Otto said eventually, though it was not a reassurance he wished to give. "Daemon is not a man who stays away for long."

You looked at him then, your gaze searching. "Do you believe that is a good thing, my lord?"

Otto hesitated. The truth was complex, tangled in his own personal feelings about your father and his constant disruptions to the realm’s stability. But standing here, with you looking at him like that, his answer was not so simple.

"I believe that only you can decide what his return will mean for you," Otto said, his voice quieter now. "He is your father. That bond is not so easily broken."

You studied him for a moment before nodding. "Thank you, Lord Hightower."

Otto inclined his head, though he felt a strange unease settling over him. "It is merely the truth, Princess."

Another pause. Then, after a moment, you turned your gaze back to the city, your expression distant once more. "The court watches me closely now that he is gone. I can feel it in the way they speak, in the way they linger when they think I do not notice."

Otto exhaled slowly. "That is the nature of court. Every absence creates opportunity, and there are many who would seek to take advantage of it."

"I will not be their pawn," you said firmly, your fingers tightening on the railing. "I will not be bartered away like a trinket simply because my father is not here to shield me."

Otto’s lips pressed into a thin line. "No, I do not believe you will."

Your gaze flickered toward him again, curiosity evident in your eyes. "You say that with certainty."

He met your eyes evenly. "Because you are your father’s daughter."

There was a beat of silence before you laughed softly, shaking your head. "That is either a compliment or a warning."

"Perhaps both," Otto admitted, a small smirk ghosting across his lips.

You tilted your head slightly, considering him. "And what of you, my lord? Do you watch me closely as well?"

Otto’s breath hitched almost imperceptibly, though he masked it well. It was a dangerous question—one he could not answer honestly. He chose his words carefully.

"My duty is to the realm," he said steadily. "And that duty includes ensuring that those of royal blood are… protected."

"Protected," you repeated, amusement flickering in your eyes. "That is a very diplomatic way of answering."

"It is the only way I can answer," Otto said, his voice quieter now.

You watched him for a moment longer before nodding, as if you had reached some silent conclusion of your own. "I should retire. The hour grows late."

"Of course," Otto said, stepping back slightly, allowing you the space to leave.

As you turned to go, you paused briefly, looking over your shoulder at him. "Good night, Lord Hightower."

"Good night, Princess," he replied, his voice softer than he intended.

He remained on the balcony long after you had left, the cool wind now feeling almost biting against his skin. He had gone against his better judgment tonight, against the king’s warning, and yet… he could not bring himself to regret it.

For better or worse, the game had already begun. And Otto was no longer certain whether he wished to win or simply to remain close enough to see how it would all unfold.

The chambers of the Hand of the King were quieter than usual, save for the faint crackle of the fire in the hearth. The air inside was thick, not with smoke but with the weight of Otto Hightower’s thoughts. He sat at his desk, though the parchments before him remained untouched, the ink drying on decrees he had yet to seal.

He should have been reviewing reports, drafting correspondence, and preparing for the next council meeting. Instead, his mind was elsewhere—far from the Red Keep, far from the tedious concerns of the realm. His thoughts were with you.

You had left the capital at first light that morning, embarking on the grand tour of the realm. It was the very same charade Rhaenyra had suffered through not long ago—a spectacle for the lords who clamored for your hand, each hoping to outdo the other in charm, wealth, and empty words.

Otto had watched you leave from the upper levels of Maegor’s Holdfast, standing behind the intricate stone lattice of the tower. He had not gone to the courtyard to bid you farewell. That was not his place. Instead, he had remained there in silent observation as your retinue departed, your silver hair gleaming in the early morning light, your dragon casting a shadow over the city as it took flight.

And now, in the solitude of his chambers, he found himself deeply unsettled. It was a rare and unwelcome sensation.

A knock at the door broke through his thoughts. He straightened, clasping his hands together as the door opened to reveal Queen Alicent.

“Father,” she greeted, stepping inside without waiting for permission, as she often did in private.

“Alicent,” Otto said evenly, though there was a weariness in his tone. “What brings you here at this hour?”

Alicent closed the door behind her, smoothing the folds of her deep green gown as she sat opposite him. “I might ask you the same. You did not attend the midday meal.”

“I was occupied,” Otto replied, though they both knew it was a weak excuse.

Alicent studied him carefully, her sharp eyes missing nothing. “You are troubled.”

Otto exhaled through his nose, shifting slightly in his chair. “There are always troubles in court, my dear. It is the nature of politics.”

“This is not politics,” Alicent said quietly. “This is about her, isn’t it?”

Otto’s fingers curled slightly where they rested on the desk, but he did not immediately respond.

Alicent tilted her head, watching him the way she used to as a child, when she was trying to decipher his thoughts. “You knew this would happen. You knew Viserys would insist she find a match.”

Otto let out a slow breath. “Knowing does not make it any easier to witness.”

Alicent’s expression softened, though there was something else in her eyes—something calculating. “If this troubles you so, why did you not try to stop it?”

Otto let out a humorless chuckle, shaking his head. “You overestimate my influence, Alicent. Your husband made his decision, and once his mind is set, there is little anyone can do to sway him.”

“Yet you tried,” Alicent observed. “You counselled caution. And when that failed, you held your tongue.”

“I had no choice,” Otto admitted, his voice quieter now. “The king forbade any suggestion that would further provoke Daemon. The mere thought of aligning myself with her in such a way was enough to make Viserys dismiss the notion entirely.”

Alicent leaned forward slightly. “And yet, here you sit, brooding like a man who has lost something he never truly had.”

Otto’s gaze snapped to hers, sharp and warning. “Mind your words, Alicent.”

His daughter did not flinch. She only regarded him with that same quiet intensity, her fingers laced together in her lap. “You care for her,” she said, though it was not a question.

Otto remained silent for a long moment, his jaw tightening. “It is irrelevant.”

Alicent shook her head, leaning back in her chair. “Perhaps to you. But not to me. And not to her.”

At that, Otto stiffened. “What do you mean?”

Alicent gave him a knowing look. “I have seen the way she looks at you, Father. She does not look at the other lords in court that way.”

Otto inhaled sharply, forcing his expression into careful neutrality. “It does not matter what she feels. The king has decided her future, and she will be married before long.”

Alicent sighed, studying him as if she were disappointed in his restraint. “And you will let that happen?”

“What choice do I have?” Otto asked, his voice quieter now. “Would you have me defy Viserys? Would you have me risk everything—for what? A fantasy?”

Alicent was silent for a moment, then finally said, “You have always been a man of reason, Father. But even the most logical men falter when faced with something they truly desire.”

Otto exhaled heavily, rubbing his temples. “She is Daemon’s daughter, Alicent. That alone makes this impossible.”

Alicent’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Daemon is not here. He abandoned her the moment he let his pride drive him from court.”

“That does not change the fact that she is a princess of the blood,” Otto said firmly. “She was never meant to be mine.”

“But she could be,” Alicent murmured.

Otto looked at his daughter then, truly looked at her, and saw not just the queen, but the girl who had always seen past the masks he wore. And for the first time in many years, he did not have an answer.

The silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken words. Finally, Otto straightened, returning to the practiced composure that had carried him through decades of courtly maneuvering.

“I have made my peace with the king’s decree,” he said stiffly. “And so should you.”

Alicent studied him a moment longer before letting out a soft sigh. “Very well, Father. But remember this—there are some things even a king cannot dictate.”

With that, she rose gracefully, smoothing her gown before making her way to the door. She paused only once, glancing back at him. “I do not think she will choose any of them.”

Otto did not respond, merely watching as his daughter left the chamber. When the door clicked shut behind her, he leaned back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling as if searching for answers in the stone.

But there were none to be found.

The small council chamber was filled with the familiar sounds of shuffling parchment, the scratching of quills, and the faint murmur of hushed discussions among the gathered lords. The morning sun streamed through the high windows where King Viserys sat, fingers drumming idly against the armrest of his chair.

Otto Hightower was in his usual place beside the king, his expression composed, though his thoughts were anything but. He had spent the past two weeks in silent torment, balancing his duties while trying—and failing—to banish thoughts of you. Each day, he forced himself to focus on governance, on law, on matters of state. But every time he entered the council chambers, he found himself bracing for the inevitable—the first reports from your tour.

And now, it seemed, that moment had come.

Viserys exhaled heavily, adjusting his crown as he glanced at his gathered council. “Two weeks,” he muttered, rubbing his temple. “Two weeks, and we’ve heard nothing from Dragonstone. Not a single raven, not a single rider. Not even a drunken rumor.”

The lords exchanged glances, but it was Lord Jasper Wylde who spoke first. “Prince Daemon has never been one to send reports of his movements, Your Grace.”

Tyland Lannister leaned forward, smirking. “Silence from Daemon is more troubling than noise, I’d say.”

Otto steepled his fingers, his voice even. “If Prince Daemon wished to make a move against the throne, he would have done so the moment he left. His silence suggests that—for now—he is content to remain in Dragonstone.”

Viserys sighed, shifting in his seat. “Perhaps. Or perhaps he is only biding his time. Regardless, we must stay vigilant.” He turned to Otto, his gaze weary. “If Daemon is silent, what of my niece’s tour? Have we received any word from her progress?”

Otto’s throat tightened ever so slightly, but his composure remained steadfast. He had prepared for this moment, even as he had dreaded it. “A raven arrived this morning from Lord Baratheon,” he reported smoothly. “The princess was received at Storm’s End several days past. Lord Borros held a feast in her honor, and his sons, as expected, made their admiration known.”

Viserys chuckled, shaking his head. “As expected, indeed. And what of her thoughts? Did she show favor to any?”

Otto hesitated briefly before shaking his head. “The princess is said to have been gracious, but… noncommittal.”

Jasper Wylde smirked. “Much like Princess Rhaenyra when she endured the same parade of eager suitors.”

“That hardly surprises me,” Viserys said, though there was a flicker of unease in his tone. “She was raised by Daemon—she has his stubbornness. But surely she must see reason. Storm’s End is a strong seat, and Borros’s loyalty to the crown is invaluable.”

Otto kept his expression unreadable. He knew well enough that your father’s absence had left you wary of courtly games. If you had shown no favor to any lord, it was not due to uncertainty but to something far deeper—a resistance to being bound by duty alone.

“The princess will proceed to Bitterbridge next,” Otto continued, moving the discussion along. “Lord Caswell has prepared an extended stay, during which she will meet several lords from the Reach.”

Tyland Lannister chuckled. “The Reachmen will be more insufferable than the Stormlanders. They pride themselves on their courtly manners, but they are as ambitious as anyone in Westeros.”

Viserys sighed, rubbing his brow. “I had hoped this process would be smoother than Rhaenyra’s. But it seems my niece is just as determined to make it difficult.”

“She is ensuring she chooses wisely, Your Grace,” Otto said carefully, though he did not know whether he was reassuring the king or himself.

Viserys gave him a wry look. “You would say that.”

Jasper Wylde leaned back in his chair, smirking. “Perhaps she is waiting for a more unexpected proposal.”

Otto felt his spine stiffen, but he did not turn toward Jasper, nor did he let his expression shift. Instead, he merely adjusted the parchment in front of him and said smoothly, “The princess understands that her match must serve the realm.”

Jasper’s grin widened. “Of course, of course. But one must wonder if she will decide what serves the realm best—or if we will.”

Viserys exhaled sharply, waving a hand. “Enough. We will wait and see. Let the tour continue as planned. If she shows no favor in the end, we will reassess.”

Otto nodded, though his thoughts were still caught on Jasper’s words.

An unexpected proposal.

Otto did not allow himself to dwell on the thought. It was dangerous. Foolish. But as the meeting continued, he found his mind straying nonetheless.

And for the first time in his life, Otto Hightower was not entirely certain which outcome he feared more—that you would choose someone… or that you wouldn’t.

Otto Hightower sat at his desk, quill poised over parchment, yet the words before him blurred into meaninglessness. His fingers tightened around the quill as he exhaled slowly, willing himself to focus.

It had been two moons since your departure from King’s Landing. Two moons of carefully worded reports, of lords parading before you like peacocks, of endless speculations whispered through the court. And now, at last, you were returning.

But with whom?

Had you chosen someone? Had you allowed yourself to be ensnared by honeyed words and courtly promises? Had some young lord, arrogant and foolish, managed to steal your favor?

He should not have cared. He should not have allowed himself to care.

And yet.

A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts.

The door swung open, and Lord Jasper Wylde stepped inside, his ever-present smirk firmly in place. Otto barely lifted his gaze, unwilling to indulge whatever mischief Jasper had undoubtedly come to bring.

“You look troubled, my lord,” Jasper drawled as he lowered himself into the chair opposite Otto’s desk. “As if you’ve just learned the realm is on the brink of war.”

Otto set down his quill, rubbing his temple. “Do you ever knock simply for the sake of knocking, Wylde?”

Jasper grinned. “And miss the chance to witness your discomfort firsthand? Never.”

Otto exhaled sharply, shifting in his chair. “If you’ve come to waste my time, I suggest you find another victim for your amusement.”

Jasper leaned back, his fingers lacing together. “Oh, but this is too delicious to ignore. The princess returns on the morrow, and you—our ever-stoic, ever-composed Lord Hand—are sitting here in quiet agony, wondering if she brings a betrothal contract with her.”

Otto stiffened, but his expression remained impassive. “The matter is of political significance. Her match will affect the realm.”

Jasper chuckled, shaking his head. “Spare me the pretense, Otto. We both know this is not about politics.”

Otto’s jaw clenched slightly, but he did not take the bait. “Have you heard any word of her decision?”

Jasper hummed, as if considering the question with great care. “Rumors only. Some say she entertained Lord Baratheon’s sons longer than expected. Others claim the Reachmen were most impressive in their courtship.” He paused, watching Otto carefully. “And yet, not a single whisper of a betrothal contract. Strange, isn’t it?”

Otto’s fingers tightened against the armrest of his chair. “It is possible she merely needed more time to deliberate.”

Jasper laughed outright at that, shaking his head. “More time? She has had two moons, Otto. If she had wished to choose, she would have. But she hasn’t. That must intrigue you.”

Otto remained silent.

Jasper’s grin widened, his tone turning mockingly thoughtful. “You know, I can’t help but be reminded of something.”

Otto sighed, already regretting allowing this conversation to continue. “Must you always speak in riddles, Wylde?”

Jasper smirked. “Do you remember the fortune teller?”

Otto went rigid.

Jasper leaned forward, his eyes glinting with mischief. “The one I practically had to drag you to in the lower city?”

“I remember,” Otto said tersely.

Jasper grinned. “And do you remember what she said?”

Otto’s silence was answer enough.

Jasper let out an exaggerated sigh. “Let me refresh your memory, then. She said the woman meant for you would fall from the sky into your arms.” He tilted his head, amusement dripping from every word. “Now, I may be mistaken, but didn’t the princess quite literally fall onto you?”

Otto’s lips pressed into a thin line.

Jasper chuckled. “Truly, you should commend the gods for their sense of humor.”

“This is absurd,” Otto muttered, standing abruptly and turning to the window, as if the sight of the city would grant him patience. “You put too much stock in drunken fortune tellers and nonsense riddles.”

Jasper only smirked. “Perhaps. But the court does love a good tale. Imagine if they are reminded of this one.”

Otto turned sharply, his gaze cold. “Be careful, Wylde.”

Jasper held up his hands in mock surrender. “I wouldn’t dream of spreading once more such scandalous whispers.”

Otto exhaled slowly, willing away the irritation burning beneath his skin. He was too measured a man to let Jasper’s provocations affect him. And yet…

She had fallen into his arms.

It had been a coincidence. Nothing more.

And yet, as the sun dipped lower beyond the city walls, Otto could not shake the growing unease in his chest.

By this time tomorrow, you would be back in King’s Landing. He would have his answer.

And the gods, in all their cruelty, would have their laugh.

The bells of the Red Keep tolled, their deep chimes echoing across the city as the people of King’s Landing gathered along the streets to witness the return of the princess. The black banners of House Targaryen billowed in the breeze, the sunlight catching on their crimson sigils as the procession wound its way through the main thoroughfare toward the castle gates.

Otto Hightower stood beside King Viserys on the steps of the Red Keep, his expression composed, hands clasped firmly behind his back. The entire royal court was assembled, their finest silks and velvets catching the light as they awaited your arrival.

Viserys exhaled beside him, adjusting the heavy weight of his crown as he watched the approaching procession. “It’s been two moons, Otto,” he murmured. “It feels far longer.”

“The absence of a Targaryen is always felt,” Otto replied smoothly, though his voice lacked its usual detachment.

Viserys nodded, but his gaze flicked toward Otto, studying him briefly. “You’ve been quiet on the matter.”

Otto glanced at the king, his expression unreadable. “The princess’s future is yours to decide, Your Grace.”

Viserys chuckled, shaking his head. “You make it sound as though she has already chosen. If only it were that simple.”

Before Otto could respond, the gates of the Red Keep swung open, and the first of the banners crested the courtyard.

The princess had returned.

The mounted knights of the royal escort entered first, their silver armor gleaming in the afternoon sun. Behind them, your retinue followed—a caravan of finely adorned carriages bearing the sigils of the noble houses that had hosted you throughout your journey. The horses’ hooves clattered against the cobblestones, and the murmurs of the gathered court grew louder in anticipation.

And then, at last, you appeared.

You rode at the front, astride a proud black mare, your posture regal as you guided the horse with practiced ease. The silver of your hair shone like molten starlight, cascading over your shoulders, and your violet eyes swept over the assembled court with quiet command. The faintest breeze caught the fabric of your cloak, embroidered in the red and black of House Targaryen, making you look every bit the dragon you were born to be.

Otto swallowed, his fingers tightening behind his back.

You were unchanged—and yet, something was different. There was a certainty in your expression, a steel in your gaze that had not been there before. You had left as a princess on a tour of obligation, and now you returned as something more.

Viserys took a step forward, a broad smile spreading across his face as he raised his arms. “Welcome home, niece!”

The gathered court murmured their approval as you dismounted gracefully, handing the reins to a waiting stableboy before ascending the steps to where the king stood.

You curtsied, though there was nothing meek in your movement. “Your Grace.”

Viserys beamed, clasping your hands. “It does my heart good to see you returned safely.” He studied your face carefully. “And? Have you come back with news of a match?”

The courtyard fell into hushed silence. The lords who had once petitioned for your hand stood among the crowd, their eager expressions barely concealed beneath courtly decorum. Even the ladies of the court leaned in slightly, awaiting your answer.

Otto did not move, though his heartbeat had betrayed him the moment Viserys asked the question.

You held your uncle’s gaze for a long moment before tilting your head slightly. “I have met many lords, Your Grace. Each one has shown me courtesy, and many were most… persistent.”

A ripple of laughter passed through the court. Even Viserys chuckled, though there was something guarded in his eyes. “And yet, you have not answered the question.”

Your lips curved slightly, though it was not quite a smile. “Because I have not yet decided, Your Grace.”

A collective murmur spread through the assembled lords, some exchanging glances, others whispering among themselves. Otto’s jaw tightened, though he kept his expression carefully neutral.

Viserys sighed, though his frustration was tempered by amusement. “I should have expected as much.”

You turned slightly, your gaze flickering briefly toward Otto before sweeping over the court. “This is a decision that cannot be made lightly. I will give my answer when I am certain.”

Viserys exhaled but nodded. “Very well. I will not press you—for now.”

The gathered courtiers seemed to take this as their cue to resume their pleasantries, and soon the tension gave way to murmured greetings and welcome-back offerings.

Otto watched you closely as you exchanged words with Rhaenyra, who had stepped forward to embrace you. You laughed at something she whispered, your posture relaxing slightly in her presence.

Jasper Wylde stepped up beside Otto, his smirk practically gleaming. “No betrothal announcement,” he murmured. “Fascinating, isn’t it?”

Otto did not grace him with a response.

Jasper chuckled. “Tell me, Otto—do you believe in fate?”

Otto’s gaze did not waver from you, but his voice was cold and steady when he spoke. “I believe in patience, Lord Wylde.”

Jasper’s smirk widened. “Ah. And in this case, they may well be the same thing.”

As the court moved inside for the evening’s welcome feast, Otto found himself standing at the edge of the gathering, his hands still tightly clasped behind his back.

The princess had returned.

And her answer had not yet been given.

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joyful-soul-collector · 1 day ago

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It'll Be Fine: Chapter 1

Summary:

It’ll be fine. It didn't have to be bad this time. He could dress as warm as possible, he could start paying to take the tram. It would hurt his wallet but he wouldn't have to be cold for as long. And that was ideal. Anything to stay out of the cold. OR Jayce is terrified of winter. But he has a crush on his lab partner, Viktor. So when Viktor invites him to a winter festival, Jayce decides he can brute force his way through the night, just like he does with everything else.

Tag List: @ihavea-natural-curiosity @milkywaysipper @fangirlshenanigans04 @voxconcordia @beetpatchkids @amiableamos (let me know if you would like to be added or removed from the tag list!)

Link to Ao3!

Trigger Warnings: anxiety/phobia/PTSD surrounding the cold and winter

Winter came to Piltover like a shadow. Dark, and silent, blocking out the warm sun’s light. Jayce had been eyeing the skies for a couple weeks now. It'd been a few months since he started his research with Viktor under Heimerdinger's supervision. He loved it so far, he really did. There was something so nice about finally meeting someone who had the same passion and drive for science that he did. He hadn’t realized it was something he was missing before.

But more and more recently, he wished he didn't have to come to the lab. It meant having to walk through the city of Piltover, watching the sky grow darker and feeling the air grow colder every day. Snow had yet to show its ugly face, but it wouldn't be long now.

Well… not anything, not anymore. In years past, there would be days where he was far too terrified to step foot outside, he’d miss classes, miss events, all to avoid what he was certain was a frozen wasteland outside his front door.

But he couldn’t do that this time. Not with so much on the line. Not with Viktor waiting for him at the lab.

He never wanted to miss a day with him.

It’ll be fine.

This is what he thought over and over, as a mantra when he walked out the door and headed to the labs. If he just told himself it’ll be fine, there was no real reason for it to not be fine, right? Even as a chilly breeze blew against his neck, and his hands started to go numb from the cold air. Seeing his breath fog in the air was enough to send his heart pounding but he made it to the lab soon enough to keep his panic at bay.

He must've shut the door to the lab a bit harder than he thought because Viktor looked up at him with a start, pulling up his goggles. His honey-amber eyes looked Jayce up and down analytically, just as they looked at everything in this world.

“Everything alright?” he asked.

“Hm? Oh, yeah, it's just freezing out there,” Jayce said, putting on a smile and a laugh. It felt tight on his face and in his throat, like wearing a coat that was too small. He cleared his throat and rubbed his hands together, walking further into the warmth of the room.

“I suppose so,” Viktor said with a shrug. “It could be colder, I've always liked winter. At least, in Piltover. Winter in the Undercity is miserable.”

“I bet,” Jayce said, putting on another tight laugh, and internally wondering how the hell one could possibly like winter. “What are we working on today?”

“Well the hexgates blueprints need adjusting as the rune combination doesn't seem quite right…”

And with that Jayce soon forgot all about the coming winter outside. It was always easy to forget his worries in the lab with Viktor. He could let his mind be carried away by calculations and theories, and Viktor always helped fan the fire in his heart for science. Viktor himself was always nice to be around too. His mind was nothing short of beautiful.

But as the sun started to go down, Jayce felt the anxiety creep in again. When the sun went down it was colder. Much colder, and he still had to walk home. Normally he'd be fine staying up late, maybe even sleeping in the lab, but… It would be pathetic, wouldn't it? Sleeping in the lab just because he was afraid of the cold? And it was stupid, being afraid of the cold anyway. He can go out, go home, it'll be fine.

Especially if he left before the sun went down. It'll be fine.

Viktor looked up as Jayce began gathering his things.

“Heading out? Already?” he asked.

“Oh--Yeah I-I should probably head home before it gets too dark,” Jayce said, cringing slightly at the shake in his voice. Why did it do that, there's no need for it to do that.

“Oh,” Viktor said, sounding a little disappointed. Jayce’s heart fluttered a little, excited by the idea that maybe Viktor didn’t want him to leave. “Well before you go I meant to ask you something.”

Jayce turned around as Viktor stood up and walked over to him, fishing something out of his pocket. He handed it to Jayce with a smile.

“It is a winter festival,” Viktor said, pointing to the flyer. “It's in a week, I wondered if you might want to attend?”

Jayce swallowed. A winter festival. Of all things. Sure, Jayce had been thinking, rather often, about being with Viktor outside the lab, but a winter festival? The flyer said it went from 6pm to midnight. Booths, food, games, ice sculptures even…

He thought he might be sick. It's okay, he can make up an excuse, maybe his mom is planning something for that night, or Caitlyn needs help with schoolwork, something like that, it would be fine, he could just--

He made the mistake of looking at Viktor's face. Goddammit if he didn't look so hopeful. His amber eyes were so excited, so eager, Jayce had only seen him look like this for the sake of science. Again his heart skipped a beat, knowing that he was looking at Jayce with the expression he normally reserved for arcane discoveries. He really wanted Jayce to come with him, didn't he?

“Sure,” Jayce said, trying his best to match Viktor's excitement. “It sounds like fun!”

Viktor grinned.

“I'm sure it will be!”

Viktor rambled on for a moment or two about the festival, how fun it was, how he’d discovered it his first year living in Piltover and came every year since. His excitement wasn’t enough to quell Jayce’s growing nausea at the idea, but he put on a tight smile again for Viktor’s sake. Eventually, he and Jayce said their goodbyes and Jayce started on his way home, doing his best to beat the sun on the way.

It'll be fine, he thought, trying to ignore the sharp air against his face. He could dress in layers. He could have a warm drink while he's there. There would probably be fires to stand by, he could bring his warmer to press against his chest before he leaves, he could bring gloves, make sure his hands never get too cold. Really, it would be fine.

Jayce thought up this plan and many others as he quickly walked home, making it in the door just as the sun set completely. His hands were numb again, and his chest felt cold from the icy air. He checked over his hands quickly, before shaking them out and walking to the sink, letting his hands run under the warm tap for a moment. He lit a fire under his chimney and set the kettle on the stove before wrapping himself tight in a blanket. He ignored how shaky his breath was, and did his best to forget about the ache in his muscles.

It couldn't get much colder in just a week, right?

#jayvik #jayce #viktor #jayce x viktor #jayvik fanfic #jayvik fanfiction #arcane #jayce arcane #viktor arcane #arcane tv show #arcane league of legends #arcane fanfic

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arihi · 15 hours ago

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Charmed! 2025 (A Community Recap)

Charmed 2025 happened this past weekend, the 10th anniversary. My con recaps of years past desperately tried to fit in as much detail and information of each day, play-by-plays as I tagged everyone I could remember, talked about all the classes I'd been to, the people I'd met. Nowadays, I'm content to just do a general overview.

I spent a lot of time pensive and thinking about my time spent in the community and during cons. The 10th anniversary for Charmed meant that marked 9 years since I'd come out to my very first one. Longer in the community when I was still only online. How does the time fly by so quickly? It doesn't feel real. I still feel very new, and yet when I look around I'm surrounded by unfamiliar faces, cons growing too large and too quickly for me to recognize every face like I used to at the beginning. This sentiment is far from unique, and I had several conversations during the con with people who echoed similar feelings. At one point, I found myself in a group of people who all predated me in the con-going circuit - a rarity as more and more time goes on. We talked about the growth of cons, my first one. Though I'd spent a lot of the day feeling listless without realizing why, I found myself feeling comforted by the company, and realizing I had been lonely.

It's not at all a bad thing, and I'm genuinely happy that more and more people are finding community at these events - god knows I did. It's an adjustment is all, an ever-shifting growth of my own. It's plain to see from my blog activity over the years that I withdrew from talking as often. Not good, not bad, but also for good, and for bad. It's probably good that I don't reveal as much about myself at the drop of a hat. It's probably bad that I'm more avoidant now than I'd like to be. I'd remarked to a friend a while back that I didn't miss the old MMO that we met each other on and spent our days playing, but that I missed the period of time in my life that it defined. Similarly, I think I was going through a huge shift in life and perspective at the time I was first finding my feet at these events, these gatherings of people that taught me that it was worth it to seek my own happiness, that *I* was worth it. I know this inherently now, but it was much more of an impact back then for obvious reasons. I suppose it's like the honeymoon period of a relationship vs. settling into its stability. I suppose you could say I'm in a long-term relationship with myself! And it's some of the healthiest it's ever been. And now that I'm doing better and more stable these days, I should try to push myself to be out there more often.

Every time someone tells me that I've grown so much, I can't help but tear up and cry. (I'm doing it now as I type this.) And wouldn't you believe it, that happened to me like FOUR TIMES during Charmed!! Come on y'all!! What the hell. There's nothing that solves feeling stagnated in life like hearing that from someone else. I resolved myself at the beginning of this post not to feel like I had to document every interaction and tag every person, but it's difficult to fight the urge to yell it from the rooftops, how each interaction genuinely touched me, how they were the highlights of my con. How I miss them again, and how I can't wait to see them again. It couldn't come soon enough. Thank you to those who have watched my journey and always encouraged me. (I feel like I say this often, but, please know that I mean it every time. Except this time like triple it. That's how much it means to me.)

Charmed changed my life. I will say it to my dying breath and I will always be forever grateful for it. I learned people could be happy. I learned I could be happy. The connections I made at the first Charmed and subsequent years have changed my life beyond what a 2015 version of me could ever imagine. Tangibly, too -- beyond just a shift in perspective and mentality and wanting better for myself, I wouldn't have been able to move out without the chain of events that started at this first con. So- thank you. Thank you. Thank you so much.

I challenge myself not to document every interaction because in the past, that was how I had to live. Every post was proof I had experienced hardship (and lived). Every con meant a new lease on life and I had to memorize every single one and struggle to do hours long voice recordings about each day of the event to remember as much as I could because, that was all I could bring back. And I don't need to anymore - not because I don't want to remember, but because I'm in a better place now. These aren't the desperate emergency infusions of care I didn't know I could have; now, they are cherished moments with friends old and new, a drop in the bucket of happy memories. And part of life is to forget and talk about old stories and remember them again with good company.

Until the next one, and the one after that, and the many more after that.

-- Ari

#it me #god did I have a tag for sappy posts #I had to force myself not to talk about each time someone said that because I wanted to yap forever about it #even in the tags I want to yap about it #but I think it's okay not to document and save every story #maybe some of them are for later. Maybe at another con #in the only namedrop in this whole post #I am beyond honored and glad that I was able to express to Wiseguy how much this con meant to me #and how it changed my life #and YEAH I CRIED so SUE ME #this post is not long enough and there is still so much to say #but it's okay. I'll make other posts. I will always say more another time #Charmed!2025 #con recap #maybe I'll read this post out loud!#where would I even post that though? How? Does Tumblr do voice recordings?#man I've just been bit by the creative bug so bad #I want to express myself again

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Azzi go with Paige bad live!!!

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some side notes before anything:

this live yalll 🚶🏼‍♀️‍➡️ unserious asf. first of all quit playing in my face kk with the my man comments you are so sick. i like how she switches from the my man comments to laughing at the baby stud comment like gurllll we know what you are 😭 don't even have to spell it out.

first of all, paige looking all fine in this live azzi i see why you were having some trouble studying in this live wooowweeeeee.

so there's gonna be some big time jumps in between everything because we don't see azzi a lot. however paige has never been subtle about her girl so we still get some lovelyyyt moments.

in the beginning of the live, amari walks in and they start laughing at her cause "her man's" over. kk leaves to go introduce the guy to the live and imo paige follows her out. she obv goes straight to her girl it sounds like and is giggling and laughing with her while kk's in amari's room. this probably why she's so irritated later in the live cause she can't know one moment of peace with paige 😭.

they come back into paige's room and kk sets down the camera. paige is so close to that camera like honey back up please i can feel that breath. she's staring HARDDDDDD at those comments and that's when a comment pops up that makes me want to shoot people. "paige with azzi real bad 🙄🙄". LIKE??? and ofc this nosey ass girl JUMPSSSS to touch the screen and read the comment. her eyes get all wide and she taps kk, she's laughing and kk starts laughing too. like they know yall. the way p's eyes LOCK DOWN when she sees azzi's name in the chat in general. it so gives who's talking about my girl? what they know about her? why are yall mentioning her? UGH PROTECTIVE P YOU ALWAYS BE FAMOUS. kk pushes paige in a joking way but you can tell she's so over them and us lololol. she's like i already have to hear them 24/7 talking about each other and now yall are giving them even more opportunities to mention one another GET OUTTTT.

skip to a little later, i think p's missing her girl a little bit and says, "get azzi on live." yall this whole live she's literally talking and wanting azzi to come in the room. she's mad because azzi's taking an exam and is so far (3 feet) away from her. kk kinda pauses and goes, "hmm?" like babe im just gonna pretend you didn't say that. i've heard you talking about this girl all day 🙄. live pauses for a second and im not sure if its kk doing it in case p says something or if it's just that uconn internet. i'm sure it's because of that toaster wifi. there's a interesting little moment next i wanted to bring up cause i find it funny. someone in the comments says, "kk should i get back with my ex?" and kk kinda hesitates and goes, "nooo..?" and paige says no as well. kk laughs at this. in a manner where it's sorta like she's saying girl you know damn well you did. she's basically calling out p subtly cause she knows she got back with azzi and she thinks she's being a hypocrite. that's just my interpretation according to my timeline. p's thinking of her freshman days oop. the comment replies back and says they were dating for 3 months and both of them say yeahhhh let it go. p confident as hell in her answer cause she knows she had azzi for so long and knew she was hella right for fighting for her back i know that's rightttttt.

someone in the comments asks where's azzi? kk reads it out and paige immediately says yeah go get her like she was waiting for the opportunity to speak or even see her girl again. THIS GIRL IS SICK IN LOVE YALL. she also has this....tone when she says it. veryyyy sensual. kk walks out of the room and goes up to azzi. also i'd like to point out HOW CRAZY it is that azzi's just posted up in paige's dorm room (that's not even a's dorm room btw) and she's just chilling doing an exam. azzi's a better soldier than me because the fact she's doing an exam with the literal LOUDEST most obnoxious woman ever near here is straight willpower. but since she's been caught doing hw before multiple times with paige i think she likes to do it in her dorm room. imo it's because if she gets a little frustrated she can go to p and have a little break and some snuggles before locking back in. and she knows p will help her and do whatever she needs to get through the assignment mentally and physically. p's her rock and that's always how it's gonna be. kk says azzi wants a cowboy hat from the live and azzi says nooooo in that cute little pouty voice she has. you can hear p GIGGLE in the back like a little school girl and i just find it so funny because she's definitely hanging over the edge of her bed watching the interaction to get some of her azzi time in. going back to what i saying earlier, i think az's a little upset because of her homework ofc but also because she's having a hard time and she can't go and cuddle like she's used to with p because kk's in there on live :(. poor azzi baby you'll make it out. kk asks if she's okay (like genuinely worried aweee) and azzi says she's taking an exam. kk goes ohhh and leaves immediately. paige obv is hanging onto every word because she pipes up and yells, "that's! don't let her- she's not taking an exam." GIRL HOW WOULD YOU KNOW?? she just wanna tease azzi every chance she gets. kk walks away and go back to p's room and as she's walking in she makes eye contact with paige. as if p was already staring at her and giggling for teasing azzi. they both start laughing. girlll leave my princess alone damnn. kk says "she is actually" and p responds and says "is she?" and i just want to point out whenever paige says something about azzi or is talking about her she gets this tone of voice. her voice goes deep and she speaks very lowly and flirty like. almost like the thought of azzi gets her feeling something and it translates into her voice. SHOOT ME IF YOU WANT TO BUT IM JUST SAYING.

later on, kk brings up wanting to see sabrina and steph in a three point shooting contest. paige not being able to help herself says, "my moneys on azzi." like when it comes to repping your girl yall are not fucking with p at alllllll. again, it's like she's bringing up az cause she misses her and her girls away from her :(. i know my friends and i do that whenever we're missing our significant others, we'll just bring them into conversation more because we're thinking about them heavily. kk sorta laughs and goes off camera for a second because she knows it's soooo goofy of paige to bring up azzi out of no where when the topic wasn't even about az. by god paige will make it about her tho. however, she comes back on screen and daps up paige almost like she's saying yeahhhh im tryna get like you in the future and rep my girl like that!! they both say "you already knowwwww!" and the first thought that came to my mind was dang p is so in love with azzi's talent and she wants everybody to know that's her girl and that's her goat. i mean she does it all the time saying azzi is the best player in the world.

kk sees a comment that says "i got my money on azzi lol" that's making fun of p. she laughs for a second and hands the phone to p to show her. p laughs with her little azzi smile reading it before repeating you already knowwwww. she's subtly hinting again that that's her girl and she WILL be her biggest fan and yall are not allowed to be at all. kk goofily says "and we're gonna end the live" at the comment and they both laugh.

they move on, but p can't stop talking about her girl for 5 minutes. again, because she's thinking about her and wants her to come homeeeeee (her room). she'd rather rip her skin off than not bring up azzi. so she says, "she's not even taking the test no more." she's so desperate it's soooo hiliarious. kk pipes in and says yeahhh she's chatting! p agrees. she needs to go mess with her again, so she brings in the big guns and both her and kk go in this time. kk goes in and says "are you okay" and I KNOWWWW az is giving her the dirtiest look and kk looks a little scared now. but fret not p knows she can mess with her and azzi will never get madddddd cause that's her girl and she loves her (at least in p's delusional head she thinks azzi won't say anything to her). so here's comes this loud ass bitch screaming " AZZIIIII!" and i know az's body immediately tenses up cause girl me too. and then paige screams, AZZI again. it's giving a little kid trying to get their moms attention fr 😭 she seems so done and defeated when she says, "no paige pls im almost done seriously." and she's truly begging for her life cause she knows p will keep annoying her. p obv gets very sassy and pouty and doesn't like this cause she goes, "WHAT THE HE....." before kk mutes her. they probs bicker for a calm little ten seconds and p ofc loses and tucks her tail between her legs. next time we see p she's sitting on the bed again playing her game, oh azzi put belt to asssssss!! she said SIT YO ASS DOWN I NEED TO FINISH THIS. and no matter how loud and sassy p is she's gonna do what her princess says.

kk leaves and goes to go to other peoples dorms. but the legend says azzi stayed and finished her final and went to paige's room and stayed the night 🤫 i just find it so funny as kk's leaving she says goodnight to both of them it just gives she's saying goodnight to her moms and leaving their room before going to sleep. it's so adorable. my kk pazzi's kid agenda IS UPPPPP rn.

that's it yall, thanks for reading!!!

(also aliyah and aubrey at the end isssssss soooo cute)

#gabi's anons 💜

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Masamichi Yaga ~~~~~~~~~~~~ New to this online dating so please, bare with me.Single. Divorced once. One grown son. Educator. I love knitting and crocheting. Looking for a needle to thread (I am sorry, this is cheesy but it's true.)

6.7k words (jjk au, fluff, smut, Yaga is a green flag)

a/n: Yaga, Yaga, Yaga. What a man. I wanted to give him love during the season of love. Enjoy and thank you for reading!

“Hello. My name is Masamichi Yaga and this is my twentieth years coming at the International Knitters and Stitchers Expo.” He spoke into the small vlogging microphone and watched as the interviewer rambled.

This was actually it. Year twenty. Year 10 of no longer being married and coming to these things. He wasn’t sure if it was the big banner showing his knitting clubs faces or seeing some of his long time friends bring their little ones to it this time around. But the feeling of being single and walking around wasn’t a pleasant one.

“Yaga! Its so good to see you again!” The elderly woman who was 2 feet shorter came up and gestured for a hug from the large man. “We would’ve missed your expertise for this years ‘Stitch your hearts or die’ event!

Yaga bent down to accept the warm, motherly hug before she pinched his cheek. “Good to see you also, Tita.” He took the badge with his name from the table:

Yaga M.

2025 K&SE

GOLD PASS

He didn’t hate this hobby of his. It was probably his favorite thing in the world outside of working in education. Student need a button put back on? Principal Yaga’s got it. Need a hem? He’s got his emergency kit on hand. Four newborns in the neonatal unit need some warm foot and hand mitts? Masamichi Yaga is on the scene with ten sets because he knows he will get a call for six more before the end of the month.

But twenty consecutive stitch expos for a man in his 40s is beginning to feel…

“Betsy cross-stitched some of the cutest flags for each of our home countries so we can wave them around during roll call! Gotta rep!”

He gave a half smile. “Yes ma’am..gotta rep.”

His group encircled him, smiling and greeting him as they would while he tried his best to stay in the moment.

He forced a smile. Another year surrounded by over three thousand people and he felt more alone than ever.

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Yaga settled into bed post shower. It felt nice to be back in his own home after 4 days of nonstop conversation and photo ops with the “worlds largest knitting needle” recipient. He fell back into his routine: cleaning up, checking emails despite being off work for another 4 days, and meal prepped for the week before his wind down officially started.

He stared down at the open web-page on his phone, brows furrowed in concentration. "The Foolproof Guide to Dating: Master the First Three Dates and Win Their Heart!" The title alone should have been a red flag, but it had been a long time since he'd gone on a real date—long enough that he figured a little structure wouldn't hurt.

Yaga sat up in bed, pushing his glasses up onto the bridge of his nose and began to slowly read.

He tried not to be too hard on himself, it wasn’t as if he had time to fumble his way through modern dating customs. Between his work and his students, romance had taken a backseat for years. Now, thanks to Nanami’s insistence, he had a blind date scheduled with a woman who was supposedly going to be good for him.

He let out a breath and scrolled further.

“Date #1: Set the Perfect Tone!

Choose a location that showcases your best qualities.

Maintain strong eye contact to establish dominance. Let her know you mean business!

Pay a subtle compliment, but don’t overdo it! Keep her on the edge so she chases you!

Keep the conversation lighthearted yet intriguing. Who doesn’t love a man of mystery.”

Yaga rubbed his temples. This was nonsense, wasn’t it? Showcase his best qualities? What did that even mean? Was he supposed to take her to a classroom and demonstrate his ability to keep a rowdy group of students in check? Pull out a ripped pair of pants and sew a patch on? He laughed silently, his large shoulders shaking as he put a sound to the belly laugh he expelled.

He sighed.”A man of mystery.” he repeated in a huff, setting his alarm and sitting his phone on the nightstand. “There’s no pressure, Yaga,” he talked to himself sternly, almost like a father speaking to his son the night of prom. “Its a date, not a wedding. Just enjoy the experience.” he turned over, closing his eyes to try and imagine what tomorrows date could result in. It was too late to back out now. He had to go in full speed.

The café Nanami suggested was a quiet, bookish kind of place, which Yaga appreciated. The soft hum of conversation, the scent of freshly brewed coffee, and the rows of bookshelves lining the back wall made it feel comfortable. Approachable. He could work with this. He settled into the arm chair, feeling confident in the afternoon.

Then you walked in.

He spotted you almost immediately and smiled, something warm and effortless about you. You stepped in like a dream. You waved at the barista and smiled, dress flowing as if you’d paid the wind to make it move with each step you took. Breathtaking.

“Uhh let’s do a honey latte with coconut milk today. And two lemon cookies, please.” He wondered what made you want a honey latte. Was it the honey? Perhaps you weren’t one for the strength of just straight coffee? His mind filled with scenarios as he watched you wait for your order.

“Yaga?” An unfamiliar voice walked up to him while he sipped his coffee.

“He’s not here.” His eyes stayed on you, not flinching.

“Sorry? Nanami told me you were my date?”

Shit. He turned to her and felt that guilty gut feeling at the confusion that stirred on her face.

“Oh gosh, so sorry. Yes, I-” He stood up and held his hand out and let her shake it. “I thought I saw someone I knew. My apologies. Call me Masamichi.”

“Oh! You’re okay. Happens to the best of us.”

“Would you like a beverage? I’ll get it for you.” he offered the chair right next to his. “Anything you fancy most?”

She pondered for a moment then smiled. “An americano with an extra shot of espresso.”

“Bold. You’ve got it.” He gave a warm smile and went to the front counter, walking past you as you scrolled on your phone waiting for your order.

He’s seen the viral clips of men bothering women and being called out about it. Was it really worth disturbing your peace?

‘Its for the best. And you’re on a date. Just leave it alone-’

“What are you thinking about getting?”

Your voice cut through his own dialogue and he froze from the neck down, turning to see you just a few steps closer to him. Your eyes were gentle, your voice sweet as honey.

“An americano.” he gruff voice lightened with his response. “With an extra shot of espresso.”

You raised your brow almost surprised at his answer. “Very… intense.” You laughed gently. “If you need something to help balance it out, I suggest the chocolate chunk muffin tops they have here. The perfect sweet treat to wash that down.”

“Oh, this isn’t for me. Its for my blind date.”

Amusement flickered across your expression and you looked subtly over your shoulder to see the woman sitting, waiting for you. "Exciting. Or nerve-wracking?"

He exhaled a quiet chuckle. "Both."

“Well, good luck to you! May the odds be in your favor.” Your order was called out and you grabbed your latte first, raising it in mock cheers before grabbing your plate of cookies and walking to a nearby table.

He sat across from his blind date, doing his best to focus. She was an amazing person—Nanami had vouched for her, after all. She had an easy smile, a soft voice, and seemed genuinely interested in getting to know him.

And yet, he kept glancing in your direction.

He tried to shake it off, returning his attention to the conversation. The guide had emphasized eye contact, active listening, and finding common ground. So he nodded along, asking genuine questions as he engaged in the conversation, offering polite responses. But every so often, his gaze drifted—just a flicker of a glance, quick enough that he hoped his date wouldn’t notice.

But he noticed. He noticed how you tucked a braid behind your ear, how you smiled at your book and widened your eyes and gasped in hopes of no one hearing you. How you tapped your fingers lightly against your coffee cup. It was distracting, pulling at the edges of his mind even as he tried to stay present.

Halfway through the date, he knew. He knew there wasn’t a connection—not the kind he was wanted to feel. His date was great, but she wasn’t the one keeping his attention without even trying.

By the time an hour had passed, Yaga took a breath and made up his mind.

“This was really nice,” he started, rubbing the back of his neck. "You seem like a wonderful person, but… I don’t think there’s a connection here. I wanted to be honest with you before we parted ways."

His date blinked, then gave a small, understanding nod. "I appreciate that, actually. And I get it. No hard feelings. Good luck to your future dating trials."

They parted on good terms and Yaga walked her outside before he went back in to sit for a moment, tapping his fingers against the table trying to wrap his head around exactly what he was about to do.

He was never one to act on impulse. Impulsively buying a high dollar steak? Sure. But something in him told him he’d regret walking away without trying.

“Full speed ahead,”

So before he could talk himself out of it, he stood, walked over to your table, and cleared his throat.

"Hey. Uh." He shifted his weight slightly, suddenly aware of how ridiculous he must look—this broad-shouldered, serious-faced man struggling to find the right words.

You picked your head up from your book, a little surprised by his approach, “Americano! Hi!”

"I know this might be a little unexpected, and I apologize. I know I told you I was on a blind date but… it has ended. I wanted to tell you that you are incredibly striking.”

Yous placed your bookmark and slowly closed your book. “Did you scare her off?”

“Oh no no. It’s just that there was no connection,” He tried to clarify his actions not realizing it may be doing more harm than good. “I found myself interested in getting to know you and I wanted to do it the right way.”

You couldn’t tell whether he was joking or just being a nuisance, but you were too intrigued to not find out.

So you sat quietly, smiling.

He cleared his throat. "Your, uh, shoes look sturdy."

A pause. Then, to his immense relief, you laughed.

"Wow. High praise. I was hoping to impress you with my charm after you decided to be so brazen, but if my footwear is winning points, I’ll take it."

Yaga felt some of the tension ease from his shoulders and laughed just loud enough for you to hear.

“To keep my momentum going, I’d love to take you out to lunch sometime to get to know you better.”

“What if I’m not single?” You stood up, letting your eyes trace over his defined shoulders and chest. “This would all be in vain.”

He hadn’t even thought of you being taken. His ears turned a shade of tomato red as he tried to figure out how he could recover from fumbling this badly. “I’ll pay for you next coffee if I’ve disrespected you and your partner. That wasn’t my intention.”

There was something endearing about this big man overthinking every other thought he had. It was obvious to you that he was not one for approaching strangers in public for things as informal as asking someone out. It was.. cute.

“After our first date, we can come here for a coffee then. I won’t say no to coffee with a handsome man with no name.”

“Cheeky.” You both laughed as he pulled out a card from his jacket pocket, passing it onto you gingerly. “Masamichi. And it would be my pleasure.”

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Six months. You’d been dating Masamichi for six and it was heaven on earth.

You’d come to know a mild giant for a partner. The perfect balance of love, laughter, and understanding. You’d complemented each other in every way imaginable, personalities intertwining like the branches of a sturdy oak tree, unshakable and resilient.

He was considerate, gentle, consistently showing that he would be there for you come hell or highwater. And you showed the same.

Two people swimming in the dating pool meeting by chance in a small pond.

Fate.

And now on your 6 month anniversary, you found yourself lost in thought, your mind wandering to the elephant in the room - or rather, the absence of it in your bedroom.

You sighed, tracing your fingers along the rim of the mug filled with now lukewarm green tea, a gift from Masamichi's grandfather. It was a small gesture, but one that spoke volumes about the sincerity and thoughtfulness that permeated your connection. Yet, despite the depth of your bond, there was one aspect of your relationship that remained unexplored, a chasm that seemed to grow wider with each passing day.

Masamichi was in the kitchen, the sound of pots and pans clattering as he prepared dinner, his humming a soothing melody that normally would have chased away any lingering doubts. But tonight, your mind was consumed by the gnawing uncertainty that had taken root in the pit of my stomach. You couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with you, if his hesitation to take your relationship to the next level was a sign of some deep-seated inadequacy.

You watched as he nodded his head along to the light jazz that filled the air. He was everything to you. And you didn't want to ruin the perfection you had cultivated together, the easy camaraderie and the deep respect that underpinned every interaction you’d shared all because it feels like you’re ovulating every other day.

But at the same time, the weight of the unspoken desires was beginning to take its toll, the deafening screams of wanting to be in the throws of passion grew louder with each passing day.

You knew you had to say something, to address the elephant in the room before it consumed you both. you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the conversation that was to come, and made your way to the kitchen, determined to confront the fears and insecurities that had been plaguing your thoughts for weeks on end.

Masamichi looked up as you entered, a warm smile playing on his lips as he greeted you with a kiss on the cheek. "Almost ready," he murmured.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you tried to find the right words. Masamichi sensing the uneasiness in your demeanor, set down the spoon he was holding and turned to face your fully, his brows furrowed in concern.

"Hey, is everything alright? You look like you've got something on your mind," he asked softly, his hand reaching out to gently squeeze your shoulder.

You nodded, swallowing hard before speaking. "Masamichi, we need to talk. About us, about... our relationship," you spoke with intention, your voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes widened slightly, and you could see a flicker of uncertainty in their depths. He took a step back, running a hand through his hair as he seemed to grapple with his own thoughts.

"I fear I know where this is going," he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of frustration. “I know you said the crochet thing wasn’t a big deal but it becomes one. Its just part of me..” He untied the apron from around his waist and lifted it over his head. “I know it isn’t for everyone.”

What a man. You smiled, rubbing his bicep before pulling him to the couch. “No no. I like your hobbies. It isn’t that.” You sat him down, his dark eyes brewing a storm as he tried to figure out just what you could be referring to.”

“Chi, do you find me attractive?”

He looked shocked, almost offended at the question. “A goddess among us mere mortals. You are beyond gorgeous. Where is this coming from? Am I not calling you beautiful enough?”

“God, you make it real hard to be assertive when you’re this sappy.” biting your lip and faintly laughing, you cleared your throat to push through the conversation. "I know we haven't... I mean, we haven't taken that step, and I can't help but feel like I'm disappointing you somehow in the attractiveness factor or you may not be ready which is totally okay! I just want to at least talk about it."

He paused, his gaze dropping to the floor as he struggled to find the right words. "The truth is, I want nothing more than to be intimate with you, to express the depth of my love and desire for you. But I'm scared," he confessed, his voice barely audible.

Your heart clenched at the vulnerability in his tone, and you reached out to take his hand in yours, squeezing it gently. "Masamichi, look at me," you followed his eyes, waiting for him to meet your gaze.

He did, and you could see the anguish and self-doubt swirling in his eyes. "You could never disappoint me," you assured him, thumb brushing against his cheek in a tender caress. "What we have is so special, so perfect, and I don't want to ruin it by rushing into something you may not be ready for."

You took a deep breath, choosing your next words carefully. "Masamichi. I love every part of you, including your kindness, your patience, and your unwavering commitment to our relationship. Our intimacy, whenever it happens, will be a natural progression of the love and connection we already share."

Thank you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Thank you for saying that, for seeing me the way you do. I was so afraid that you thought there was something wrong with me, that I wasn't enough for you."

He pulled back slightly, his hands coming up to cup your face, his thumbs brushing the soft moon of your cheeks. "I love you so much," he murmured, his forehead pressing against yours once more. "I love your strength, your kindness, your unwavering faith in us. I don't want to mess this up, to do something that might hurt you or push you away."

You turned your head slightly, pressing a soft kiss to his palm before smiling. "You could never push me away, Masamichi. Your love, your respect, and your consideration for me are what make me fall in love with you more each day," You remarked, voice steady and sure. “And you’ll have to try harder if you want to get rid of me.”

Masamichi laughed, his wide shoulders moving as he enveloped you in his embrace. He closed his eyes, exhaling sharply with a shuddering breath. "Well you know I’m an older guy so it takes awhile to make sure my engines stay running for awhile.”

“Is there anything I could do to.. keep them running?” You were sincere in your curiosity.

Grinning and shaking his head, Masamichi squeezed your hand. “You could wink at me and the engine starts. Its just part of me getting a little older. I need time to..” He thought for a moment before continuing, “Time and maybe a boost to make sure the engine can run for as long as it needs to.”

“Oh!” you fanned him off, thinking you clearly understood what he meant until it actually clicked. Your brows raised. “Ohhhh..”

He chuckled, nodding. “Exactly.”

“Do you have that on like, standby? How does one obtain… engine boosting medication?”

“I’ll make an appointment and hopefully be seen next week. Easy as that.”

You hadn’t really thought about the implications of dating a ‘seasoned man’. He’s older, not old so you didn’t really think he’d need help I suppose. But it didn’t deter you by any means.

He was a one in a million kind of man and sex wasn’t everything to you. But he was.

“I want to do this right," he said, his voice filled with determination. "I want our first time to be perfect, to be a celebration of the love and intimacy we've built together. And I want to make sure that you're ready, that we're both ready, before we take that step."

“Respectfully, honey, I was ready the moment you picked up that love seat without breaking a sweat awhile back.”

“You’re an insatiable woman.” He leaned in, kissing you softly before lying you back onto the couch.

You nodded, a smile playing on your lips as you leaned in to press a soft kiss. “I’m sorry you are just too hot. I can’t help but be in awe of you.” you whispered against his lips.

“And just so we’re clear: I’ve thought of the many ways I want to ravish you. When I get my hands on you,” He ran his thumb ever so gently over your bottom lip. “I want you to be the only thing that can satiate my appetite.” His large hand traveled up your thigh, lightly allowing his knuckles to caress your soft skin until he stopped right at your inner thigh.

For the first time ever, you were rendered speechless, only nodding as he placed soft kisses across your collar bone and shoulder before meeting your lips.

His lips moving against yours with a tenderness and love that stole your breath away. "Together," he murmured, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you close. "We'll navigate this journey together, one step at a time, and build the perfect intimacy that we both deserve."

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As the candlelight flickered, creating the perfect cozy table for two, Masamichi couldn't help but steal glances of you from across the way.

The romantic dinner was going perfectly in his eyes. Dinner came out absolutely divine. He opted for the lighter style of Greek food to go along with the light and engaging conversation and playful banter flowing freely between the both of you. He had been looking forward to this moment for what felt like an eternity, his heart fluttering with anticipation and desire.

Reaching across the table, Masamichi gently took your hand, giving it a tender squeeze. "Tonight has been absolutely wonderful," he murmured, his thumb caressing your knuckles. "I'm so glad we could have this time together, just the two of us."

You smiled warmly, squeezing his hand in return. "I've been really looking forward to this," you admitted, a hint of mischief sparkling in your eyes. "And I don't just mean the delicious food and wine."

Masamichi felt a shiver run down his spine at the implication, his pulse quickening. "Is that so?" he asked, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Well, I think we both know where this night is headed, don't we?"

Slowly, deliberately, Masamichi stood up from his chair and walked around to his lover's side of the table. He held out a hand in invitation. "Dance with me?" he purred, wanting to feel your body pressed against his.

Accepting without hesitation, you rose gracefully to your feet. "I thought you'd never ask," you teased, melting into Masamichi's arms as he pulled you close.

He wrapped one arm around your waist, holding you flush against his expansive chest as he began to sway to the soft music playing in the background. His other hand cupped your cheek, tilting your face up to look at him. "You look stunning tonight." he whispered, his breath ghosting over your lips.

“Thank you. My boyfriend bought this for me.” You responded sweetly. “He said the color made me look like an ethereal beauty.”

He smiled down at you and continued to sway, the light air around him made him feel like he was in a romance film as you brought your lips to his, starting with a small peck that slowly moved into something more. He ran his finger tips down the center of your back, deepening the kiss the moment he felt your body shiver against him.

"I don't know how much longer I can control myself around you." He muttered against your lips.

Your eyes fluttered for a moment, a soft gasp escaping your throat. "Then don't," you breathed, leaning in to capture Masamichi's lips in a searing kiss. "I want you. So so badly.” you whispered into his mouth.

Masamichi's hands began to wander, exploring and caressing every curve of your body with a hunger that bordered on desperation. He slid his hands to the cutouts of your dress, relishing the feel of your soft, warm skin beneath his fingertips.

Breaking the kiss, Masamichi trailed his lips down the column of your throat, nibbling and sucking at the sensitive flesh. He could feel your pulse racing beneath his mouth, and it spurred him on, determined to mark you as his own.

Without thinking, he lifted you, an arm at the crease under your knees, carrying you bridal style towards his bedroom.

"Your skin tastes divine," he murmured against your throat, his voice rough with desire. "I want to leave my mark on every part of you, to show the world that you belong to me." He stepped to the edge of the bed and sat you down with the gentleness of a feather before he began to unbutton his shirt, his eyes never leaving you.

You could feel the heat of his gaze as he undressed. Watching the shirt fall to the ground your core tightened. That feeling flooded you.

His pecs were well defined, contoured by his chest hair. His body was hard, chiseled to perfection and for the first time, you were seeing it without any restrictions. He leaned over you, kissing the top of your head as he brought you up to your knees.

“Here. Let me help you.” He walked around to the side of the bed and sat on his knees behind you, running his knuckles along the straps of your dress, dragging slowly across the valley between your shoulders. He unzipped, leaving kisses on your newly exposed skin right until he got to your lower back

He could feel you arching into his touch, your hands fighting to just reach behind you and pull him in by hair to hold him closer to you. "Yes," you hissed, tilting your head to give him better access. "Please, Masamichi… please..”

Masamichi groaned at the desperate plea, his hands sliding up to cup and squeeze the soft mounds of your breasts. He could feel your nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric of your dress, and he couldn't resist taking one into his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue over the sensitive peak. He let the dress fall to your thighs and reached around, taking a nipple into his mouth and groaning at the contact.

As he lavished attention on your breasts, his other hand slid down your stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of your panties to cup your mound. He could feel the heat emanating from your core, and he knew you were just as aroused as he was.

"You're so wet for me already," he purred, rubbing his fingers along your clothed slit. "I love how responsive you are to my touch. It drives me wild."

He continued his sensual battle, alternating between kissing, licking, and nipping at every inch of skin he could reach. He wanted to overwrite every thought in your mind with pleasure, to make it so the only thing you could focus on was the feel of his hands and mouth on your body.

Lie back, I’ve got you,” He whispered before stepping off of the bed, cradling you before crawling over you with a wicked grin. "I'm going to worship every part of you tonight," he promised, his eyes dark with lust. "I'm going to worship every inch of your body," he promised. "I'm going to make you scream my name until it's the only thing you remember."

Pinning you with his hips, he attacked your neck with open-mouthed kisses and sharp nips, licking your skin before blowing light breaths on each patch.

Masamichi gazed down at you, The sight of your bare body, the swell of your breasts rising and falling with each anticipatory breath, sent a surge of desire coursing through him. He quickly shed the rest of his own clothing, eager to feel your skin against his own.

He settled himself between your spread thighs, his hands immediately going back to your breasts. He cupped the soft mounds, kneading and squeezing the pliant flesh as he brushed his thumbs over your nipples, feeling them stiffen under his touch.

He took his time lavishing attention on them, rolling and pinching the hardening peaks until you writhed beneath him, your back arching off the bed. His hands then trailed lower, skimming over your plush stomach, feeling your tense muscles flutter under his fingertips.

His thick digits dipped between your thighs, his fingers gliding through the slick heat he found there. He groaned at the evidence of your arousal, his cock throbbing with the need to be inside you. "You're so wet for me already," he murmured, circling your clit with the pad of his thumb. "I've barely touched you and you're dripping."

You whimpered, hips lifting to grind against his hand, seeking more of that delicious friction. "It's because of you," you panted, voice high and needy. "The way you touch me...the things you do to my body...I can't help it."

Masamichi smiled, a wicked glint in his eyes. "And I plan to make you even wetter," he promised, before sliding two fingers deep inside your fluttering pussy.

Just his fingers, stretching you, filling you. He pumped his fingers in and out, curling them to hit that special spot that made you see stars. At the same time, he leaned down to capture one nipple in his mouth, suckling and flicking the sensitive bud with his tongue as he worked you over with his hand.

Your body was tensing and he could feel it. Your inner thigh muscles clenching around his invading fingers as you climbed closer and closer to your peak. He knew you were getting close already, and he wanted to push you over the edge.

Suddenly, he withdrew his fingers, ignoring your protesting whine but kissing between your breast then your lips.

“My beautiful angel,” he whispered against your lips, “Want to taste yourself?” He brought his soaked fingers between you, glistening under the dim light and smiled as you did. Running your tongue between his pointer and middle made his cock jump. “My good girl.” He brushed the back of his hand over your cheek and kissed you, twirling his tongue around yours to savor your taste.

His fingers dipped back between your thighs to rub slow, deliberate circles around your clit and you arched into him. He could feel how swollen and sensitive it was, how it throbbed against his touch like a tiny, aching heart. With that, he slipped one finger inside and continued his barbarous pace. You clenched around his digit before trying to form words, but nothing came out except more teary eyed moans.

He leaned down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep to claim every inch of your mouth. He swallowed your moans and whimpers, relishing the way you tasted, the way you felt pressed against him. He captured every whimper and moan as he quickened his pace, the sound of your wetness now being muffled by his hungry grunts and the sensation of that engine revving magic pill suddenly reaching the places it needed.

He continued to grind and rub, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Just as he felt you start to tense, your body coiling like a spring ready to snap, Masamichi pulled his fingers away, stroking his cock with his now soaked hand while he reached for the pillow next you, then lined himself up with you.

“Are you ready?” He asked softly, eyes looking into yours.

“Are you?”

He looked down to where you two were almost meeting and chuckled at just how red the head of his cock was. “Maybe a little too ready.”

You lifted your hips and he placed the pillow underneath you. “Then please. Have me.”

With one powerful thrust, he sheathed himself fully inside of you, burying his cock to the hilt in your tight, wet heat. You both cried out at the sudden intrusion, body stretching and accommodating his thick length.

“God damn it.” He groaned, his hips pressed flush against the back of your thighs as he cautiously placed one leg over his shoulder.

The feeling of his hard cock buried deep inside you was almost too much to bear. You could feel every throbbing inch of him, stretching you wider than you ever had been before. It was a delicious mix of pleasure and pain, and you never wanted it to end.

Masamichi gave you a moment to adjust, fighting the urge to start moving. He could feel your inner walls fluttering and clenching around him, trying to draw him even deeper. It took every ounce of his self-control not to start pounding into you like a wild animal.

Instead, he leaned down to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along your shoulders and chest, his teeth grazing your skin. His hands slid up your sides to keep you with him, holding and caressing you as your heartbeat filled his ears.

Masamichi started to move, pulling his hips back until just the tip of his cock remained inside, before moving forward and burying himself to the hilt once more. He set a steady, deep rhythm, each thrust pushing the breath from your lungs in a rush.

"You feel incredible," he panted against your skin, his voice rough with pleasure. "So tight and perfect around my cock. I don't ever want to pull out."

The only thing you could muster was a moan in response, your body rocking forward with each of his intense thrusts. You reached a hand down to rub at your clit, desperate for the extra stimulation to push you over the edge.

Masamichi growled, a dark and feral sound, as he watched you lover touch youself. The sight of you lost in pleasure, impaled on his cock and chasing your own release, was almost enough to make him come undone right then and there.

He grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away and replacing it with his own. He rubbed at your clit with quick, firm circles, feeling it swell and throb under his touch. His other hand gripped your hip hard enough to leave bruises, holding you in place as he began to pound into you with wild abandon.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice a low rumble in your ear. "Come for me. Let me feel you come all over my cock. I need to feel you squeeze me like a vice as you scream my name.”

Masamichi could feel his lover's body tensing, your muscles pulling taut as you teetered on the brink of climax. He doubled his efforts, pounding into you with short, sharp thrusts that hit that special spot inside you with every drive of his hips.

"Yes, that's it," he urged, his voice a low, seductive growl. "Come on, baby. Let go. I want to feel you come undone, shatter in my arms."

You let out a high, keening cry, your back arching as your orgasm crashed like a tidal wave. Your inner walls clamped down around Masamichi's cock like a silken vice, rippling and fluttering as you came harder than you ever had before.

Masamichi groaned, the sensation of your pussy gripping him so tightly almost enough to make him lose control. But he held on, determined to bring you through your climax and prolong this feeling of pleasure for as long as possible.

He gentled his thrusts, rolling his hips in a slow, sensual circle as he worked you through the aftershocks. His hand never stopped its relentless rubbing at your now sensitive clit, coaxing out every last bit of your release until you were boneless and spent beneath.

Masamichi leaned down to capture your swollen lips in a deep, passionate kiss. He poured all of his love and desire into the kiss, wanting you to feel the depth of his feelings.

“Please.” The faint sound of your voice filled his ears, The shudders and tremors started to subside, and he finally let himself go. “Please cum for me.” You reached up to drag your nails down his torso and he threw his head back, losing every ounce of willpower he tried to hold onto. With a hoarse shout of your name, he buried himself as deep as he could go and pulled out the moment the flood gates opened.

He covered your stomach, spurt after spurt of his hot seed, painting you white as he emptied himself completely. His hips continued to rock and jerk, working himself through the intense pleasure until he had nothing left to give.

Collapsing onto his hands, caging you in, he peppered your neck and shoulders with soft kisses, his hand finding its way to roaming over your curves with a tender, almost reverent touch.

He finally mustered the energy to get up. “One moment, I need to get you a towel to clean you off.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead and smiled before walking into the bathroom.

The grin on your face grew with each moment you lied there waiting for his return. The sound of the running water turning off made you sit up on and elbow.

His large figure walking back in made you feel butterflies.

“Hi.” you spoke softly, clearly giddy.

He grinned, sitting on the side of the bed and wiping your stomach with the warm towel. “Hello, darling.”

You giggled, bubbly and absolutely over the moon.

He finished cleaning you and went to toss the towel in a hamper before returning to your side, lying and immediately taking you in. You sighed contentedly, melting into his strong embrace.

You felt safe, cherished, and utterly fulfilled in his arms. His scent enveloped you, a mix of your own perfume and the musky aroma of sex, and it made you feel deliciously claimed.

His hands continued their gentle explorations, now soothing caresses rather than the heated touches of before. He ran his fingers through your soft coils brushing it back from your face, before trailing down to trace the delicate line of your jaw and the column of your throat.

The rise and fall of your chest pressed against his own, a soothing, hypnotic sensation that made him feel at peace.

Masamichi pressed a tender kiss to your temple, letting his lips linger for just a moment. "Being with you, like this...it's everything I've ever wanted."

You turned your head to meet his gaze, eyes soft and hazy with contentment. You reached up to cup his cheek, thumb brushing over his lower lip in a loving caress. "For me too," you whispered, a small smile playing at the corners of your mouth. "I never want this moment to end."

Masamichi turned his head to press a kiss to your palm, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment as he savored the taste and feel of your skin. "It doesn't have to," he promised, his voice a low rumble in his chest. "We can stay like this for as long as you want. I'll hold you all night long, if that's what you need."

Eyes shining with happiness. You snuggled back, tucking your body even closer to his own. "I want that,” you closed your eyes now, feeling the warmth of your deepened intimacy filling your heart. “I want that with you. Always.”

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 2 days ago

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Middle Man: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.9k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Summary: You're called to Indiana where a woman goes missing. Maybe it's something about this case or maybe it's all in your head, but you can't help the feeling like something isn't right. On the upside, Rossi is throwing a Halloween party, and you can't wait to be with everyone and celebrate Spencer's favorite holiday with him.

Season Six Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them.

You, Derek, and Spencer head to Ernstrom College to see if he's there. Since the fall semester has already started or is just about to start, he might be here. It doesn't take a long time to find out that he's not in his dorm, and he's not answering his phone when you call.

"Hotch, he's not in the dorms and he's not answering his phone," Derek says when he calls Hotch.

He puts him on speakerphone so that you and Spencer can hear it.

"You know, if Salters inflicts physical punishment on Chris, then it's highly unlikely he's the Alpha of the group."

"No, based on what we know, Chris wouldn't be the dominant nor would he have the confidence to lead. If the dominant protected Chris, he'd have his unwavering loyalty."

"Sheriff, when Chris started Ernstrom, was there an upperclassman who befriended him or who he looked up to? Did he join a Fraternity? Did he play on a sports team?" Hotch asks Jeff.

"He didn't do this."

"Garcia, anything?"

"I'm searching, sir."

"He was on the track team," Jeff sighs, "and joined Kappa lota Phi."

"That's what we've been missing. Garcia, expand your previous Louisiana search to former Ernstrom students who fit our offender profile," you say.

"Narrowing... Narrowing... Ah-ha. Michael Kosina of Louisiana. He was kicked out of Kappa Iota Phi after questionable sexual conduct with a student in 2004. The charges were dropped, but the incident earned the fraternity probation from its national chapter."

"Michael Kosina? I met him. He caused Chris' bar fight. He did this to my son?" Jeff asks angrily.

"Were Kosina and Chris at Ernstrom at the same time?" Hotch asks, ignoring the sheriff.

"Yeah. Chris was a freshman when he was a senior. Michael dropped out a few weeks later after he got into an altercation with one of his professors."

"This type of dominant would definitely have issues with authority. Tell me you got an address, baby girl," Derek says.

"En route as we flirt, baby."

"Morgan, wait until Sheriff Salters arrives. He might be able to talk to Chris," Hotch says.

"Alright, but if that doesn't work, Y/N could be our best shot."

You nod when Derek looks at you.

"True. The pack objectifies women. They wouldn't know how to handle negotiating with one. Y/N, can you do this?"

"Yes, sir."

Once the address comes through, you, Derek and Spencer, and Jeff Salters head over to Michael's house which is likely where Michael and Chris are at. Just as you get out of the car, Michael, Chris, and Stephanie walk out. Her wrists are tied, she has a blindfold over her eyes, and she is terrified but she doesn't look too badly injured. You're not sure if she has been sexually abused which you hope she hasn't. Michael pulls her close and puts a gun to her head while Chris aims a gun at your team.

"Hey! Chris Salters! Michael Kosina! FBI. Give yourselves up!" Derek yells.

"We want to negotiate!" Mike says.

"The time for that is over, son," Jeff says.

"Oh, I wish I was your son, Sheriff. It wouldn't be my ribs getting bruised," Mike glares.

"Christopher, walk this way and we'll work it out."

"Don't you get it? He's done taking orders from you!"

"Sorry, Dad. I can't."

"Y/N, go."

You step out in front of the cars and show your weapon so that they know you're not going to use it on them.

"Michael, Chris, my name is Y/N. I'm holstering my weapon. I just want to talk."

"That's what they all say," Mike glares.

"That's quite a feat, manipulating a cop's son into committing rape and murder."

"Shouldn't we be talking about how your fine ass is gonna get us out of here?" he smirks.

"You wish. Look around. Everyone's guns are trained on you. Not Chris. You. No one wants to shoot a cop's kid, but you? I might shoot you myself."

"You call yourself a negotiator?"

You turn to Chris who looks like he's on the fence about this.

"Chris, I know you're loyal to Michael. I get it. He was there for you when you thought nobody else was."

"Nobody was," he almost cries.

"That might be true, but you need to understand that Michael's done this before. He had another group he ran with but it didn't work out. He came here and started over and sooner or later, he's gonna kill you and move on."

"Don't listen to this bitch!" Mike yells. "She's trying to get us to surrender. We should rush them now!"

"You don't want to do that, Chris, do you? That's suicide, for you. Michael doesn't care. He was gonna kill you the moment things got tough, anyway. Just like he killed his last team."

"What is she talking about?" Chris asks, looking at his friend.

"Two men went missing following a series of rapes in Northern Louisiana. What do you think happened to them?"

"Is that true? Were you gonna kill me, too?" Chris whimpers.

"What do you mean, too? I didn't kill Scott. You did."

"You said it was to protect us."

"Us, me, it's all the same. It doesn't matter, anyway. We're not getting out of here, either one of us. I need to know you're with me. To the end." Chris doesn't say anything. "Well?"

Chris takes too long to answer so Mike moves his gun from Stephanie to Chris. Everyone shoots at Mike until he falls to the ground, and you gab Stephanie so she's not hit. Chris grows angry at seeing his dead friend on the ground.

"What did you do?!"

He waves his gun around and you pull Stephanie to the side.

"Put it down! Put it down!" Derek yells.

"It's over, Christopher. It's over," Jeff says.

"I am not going to jail!"

"We'll get you a good lawyer. We'll figure out a way to get your sentence reduced."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you, Dad? A chance to play hero. Too late! You don't get to win this one, too."

Chris turns the gun on himself but Jeff shoots his son in the arm. The shock is enough to send him to the ground in pain.

"Medic, we need a medic," Spencer says through the earcomm.

Jeff walks over to Chris who moans in pain.

"I had to, son."

"You're going to be okay, Stephanie."

"I want to see my daughter," she cries. "I want my daughter."

"You will get to see her. You need to go to the hospital and she'll meet you there. You're going to be okay."

The weekend comes faster than you realize, and you and Spencer pull up to Rossi's house with candy in hand. You're excited to show off your homemade Jack and Sally costume that you two put together. It took a lot of sewing and body paint to make yourselves look this good. You know Rossi has a lot of money but you never knew he would own a mansion.

"Wow, this house is incredible," you gasp as you walk up the porch steps.

"Well, he's old and rich. May as well put money into a house."

"Makes sense," you giggle.

Rossi answers the door wearing clothes from the 1920s. You're shocked he actually dressed up even though you're having a hard time placing him.

"You dressed up!"

"Penelope made me."

"Who are you supposed to be?"

"Al Capone."

"Of course," you giggle.

Everyone else is inside drinking and chatting away, and JJ smiles widely when she sees you. She is dressed up as Jessie, Will as Woody, and Henry as Buzz Lightyear all from Toy Story. Penelope is dressed as Cruella DeVille. Derek is dressed as Jack Sparrow from Pirates of the Caribbean. Hotch isn't dressed up but his son is dressed up in a suit that looks like it's too big for him.

"JJ! It's so good to see you!" You pull her in for a hug, making sure not to get your makeup on her skin. "It's been so long."

"We saw each other last weekend," she giggles. "Let me see it!" She takes your left hand and admires the ring. "God, this is gorgeous. You're gonna make a great wife."

"Thanks," you grin. "I miss you at work."

"I miss all of you guys."

Jack walks over and grins up at you and Spencer.

"Hi, Jack, what are you supposed to be?"

"I'm Daddy!"

"Well, your daddy is a great man."

"I know."

"Thanks," Hotch smiles.

You and Spencer split off so that you can talk to your girls while Spencer talks to Derek.

"Can I help with the wedding? Oh, my God, it's gonna be so amazing. Two of my best friends are getting married!"

"Of course, you can help with the wedding. Though, I do have something to ask all of you. First, JJ," you turn to her, "would you like to be my Maid of Honor?"

"Really? You want me?" she smiles.

"Of course. You're my best friend."

"Yes, I'd love to be your Maid of Honor."

"Emily, Penelope, I'd like for you to be my bridesmaids. You all can help on the wedding and I want all three of you up there with me."

"Yes!" Penelope squeals and pulls you in for a hug. "Don't you worry about a thing. I can plan it all."

"I know," you chuckle, but your smile falls short.

"What's wrong?" JJ asks.

"I'm just worried, I guess."

"About what?"

"My parents. I don't know how my dad will feel about me marrying Spencer."

"Does he know about it?"

"No. I haven't told them yet. I don't know how they'll react. My dad doesn't really like Spencer."

"I'm sure they'll be thrilled. All parents love their children's wedding days."

You're not so sure about this one. The party lasted a few hours before people started to leave. JJ, Will, and Henry leave with Jack and Hotch to get candy in the neighborhood while the rest head home. You walk into your apartment and kick off your heels, glad to give your aching feet a break.

"You get to take all of this down."

"Alright," Spencer chuckles.

"I'm going to wash all this makeup and paint off me. I'd be a shame if I showered alone."

It takes Spencer exactly five seconds to process your words before rushing after you.

Frank clenches and unclenches his hands in and out of fists, resisting the urge to go over to your place. Even when you're not at your apartment, he has eyes and ears everywhere. He has connections in every state and people in every state who are willing to do anything he says. Some willingly and some forcefully. He needs you to understand that he's done playing and he's coming for you.

By the time he actually does, you won't see him coming. You'll feel him but you won't see him.

Clarissa isn't doing too well back home while Frank is out, but he doesn't care. He needs to focus all of his time on you which is why he asked Rob to look after Clarissa and the kids. Clarissa doesn't seem to understand his obsession with you, and it's not his job to make her understand. He took one look at you and knew that he wanted you all to himself. He was strict at first, not allowing anyone else near you, but then he got more relaxed the more you grew up. He knew you'd never want to leave him.

Until now.

"Please, Frank. You said you put up cameras, right? Just come home and monitor her from here," Clarissa begs. "I don't like Rob."

"If I hear one more word come out of your goddamn mouth about Rob, I'm going to call him and tell him he can do whatever he likes to you. Got it?"

Clarissa is silent for an entire minute.

"Got it," she whispers.

"Rob is getting shit done. Stay out of his way."

"Okay."

Frank hangs up on his wife before she can say anything else. He switches the camera to the one in the bathroom and smirks when he sees you and Spencer having steamy shower sex, and how much he wishes it was him there instead.

"Without heroes, we are all plain people and don't know how far we can go." - Bernard Malamud

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crowsofdarkness · 2 days ago

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Dorogaya: Chapter Seven

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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Agent! Reader.

Content Warnings: language, 18 + implied smut, angst, fluff, kidnapping, violence.

Summary: It has been a few years since Bucky and Reader went into hiding. Just when they thought they were slowly building a life together, the past comes back with a vengeance.

Authors Note: This is the sequel to Soldat! You should read that series first. This takes place during Civil War. Tags are open if anyone is interested!

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The soft vibrating of the quintjet rumbled against my feet as I sat down next to Bucky while Steve drove. We had been up in the air for a while now but we were all tired from our fight. We wanted to rest before the next fight.

I dared to look over to Bucky, who had his eyes trained hard against the back of Steve’s head. So many emotions were running through him.

Anger.

Rage.

Confusion.

Sighing, I placed a hand on his knee and gave it a squeeze. He turned his gaze towards me and forced a smile.

“I’m okay,” he tried to reassure me but I knew.

“Do you want to talk?” I asked.

He shook his head before turning his attention to Steve once again. “What’s going to happen to your friends?”

A loud sigh escaped through his lips and Steve shook his head. “Whatever it is, I’ll deal with it.”

“I don’t know if I’m worth all this, guys.” Bucky admitted with a sad sigh.

“Buck,” I sighed. “Don’t say that.”

“What you did all those years, it wasn’t you. You didn’t have a choice,” Steve said over his shoulder.

“I know. But I did it,” Bucky said without missing a beat.

The tears started to form in my eyes and I shook my head while standing up. I couldn’t sit and let Bucky feel bad about himself for what he did all those years as The Winter Soldier. He was forced to kill all those people.

I sat towards the back of the jet on one of the weapons crates and tried to calm myself with deep breaths.

“Doll?”

Tearful eyes met with Bucky’s sad ones and all I could feel from his was one thing; he was worried about us.

“I’m fine, Bucky.” I reassured him.

“You’re crying,” he noticed.

“It’s been a very long day,” I admitted with a sigh.

Bucky came in front of me and spread my knees open with his metal hand, stepping between them. The same hand pulled my braid free and ran fingers through my hair, combing out the knots.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the small moment of domestic bliss as he massaged my scalp. I hummed in pleasure, wishing we were in a different situation; back in our home in Romania, just the two of us laying in bed.

We never had the chance to be intimate with each other, Bucky only feeling comfortable with cuddling and kisses. I was fine with it at first but there was a part of me that wondered if we would ever take that next step.

We’ve never even kissed with tongue, only a few pecks.

His plump lips brushed against my forehead. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I was missing our home. I wish we could be there right now.”

Bucky smiled. “It wasn’t much but we made it ours, huh?”

The question I wanted to ask kept trying to crawl its way through my throat but I didn't want to push Bucky more than he was today.

“Hey,” he softly spoke, “What’s going on?”

Hesitating for a moment, I sighed. “I have to be honest with you. About Steve and me. We didn’t just work together, we sort of had something together.”

Bucky’s body went rigid before he released the anger with a sigh. “I know.”

My grasp fell slightly on his hips. “You do?”

“You’re pretty easy to read, doll,” he gave me a smug smirk. “Is there still something going on between you two?”

Immediately I shook my head. “No. Not since the night I took you to my family cabin.”

“If things were different, if I never found you, would you be with him right now?” Bucky questioned after a beat of silence.

I hesitated, not sure what the answer was that he was looking for.

“I don’t know, Buck. There was something there, I can’t deny that.” I admitted.

He went to walk away but I grabbed his flesh arm to stop him. “I know you’re jealous of mine and Steve’s past but please just listen to me for one second.”

When I knew he wasn’t going to leave, I continued. “Can you tell me what’s going on between us?”

“I thought we were together,” Bucky said.

“We are,” I nodded. “You know I’m fine with not putting a label on us until you feel comfortable with yourself and us.”

Bucky’s eyes narrowed. “I am comfortable with us, doll.”

I couldn’t help but scoff. “Are you? Because I’m afraid to take the next step with you because I don’t want to push you.”

“It’s difficult, Y/N. Trying to remember how to kiss a girl or even touch one. I haven't had sex with anyone since the night you left Hydra. It’s not easy having you around Steve, knowing that he knows more about those things. He can give you what you want and need now while I don’t know when I can give you that.”

My hands cupped his cheeks and I forced him to look at me. “Listen to me, Bucky. I don’t want anyone else besides you. Steve and I did have something between us but I promise you that I’m only yours.”

He nodded in my hands. “I’m trying, Y/N. I really am, I just need a little more time.”

“I understand, I do. But you have to understand that when I’m giving you a foot, I can only ask for an inch in return.” I said.

“I just wish I knew how,” Bucky admitted, eyes looking down for a quick second.

“What if we shared silent ques to know how we’re feeling?” I suggested.

When Bucky agreed, I decided to show him what I was talking about.

“A kiss on the cheek; friends,” I gave him a kiss on the cheek.

I couldn’t help but laugh at his pouted lip.

“A kiss on the forehead; I hope we're together forever.”

A soft kiss on his forehead.

“A kiss on the ear; you’re my everything.”

A gentle kiss on his ear.

Bucky sucked in a breath when my lips nibbled on his ear for a quick second.

“A kiss on the hand; I adore you.”

I made sure to grab his metal one, the one that he was still nervous to use around me, and gave a chaste kiss across his knuckles.

“A kiss on the shoulder; we belong together.”

I brought him close to me and left a quick kiss on his shoulder but scrunched my face when I was met with the taste of leather and velcro.

“Sorry,” Bucky giggled.

“A kiss on the neck; I want you,” I spoke lustfully.

I placed a few kisses on Bucky’s neck, taking my time slowly sucking after each kiss. His hands wrapped around my hips, squeezing them with every kiss.

“A kiss on the stomach; I’m ready.”

With a gentle push, I was kneeling in front of Bucky and slowly lifted the bottom of his shirt and felt my insides melt when I saw his happy trail going from his belly button to the top of his belt buckle. A few soft kisses down the trail was all I did, not knowing if he was comfortable.

He answered my silent question when his hands gripped through my hair, gently forcing a few more kisses across his belt line. While standing up, face to face with him, I placed a finger underneath his chin, my breath fanning over his lips.

“A kiss on the lips; I love you.”

Time seemed to stop as I placed a soft kiss on his lips. I had every intention of pulling away but Bucky had other plans.

His lips collided with my own, hungrier than I had ever felt before. His arms wrapped underneath my ass, lifting me back onto the gun crates. Bucky pushed my knees open with his own and once again was standing in between them.

I felt his tongue push its way through my mouth and for the first time in years, our tongues danced together in the lustful bliss we had created. My hands gripped his vest, trying everything I could do to pull him closer to me.

Bucky’s flesh fingers traced down my neck over my collar bone and stopped at the zipper of my suit. He slowly started pulling the zipper down and I moaned into his mouth.

“Bucky.”

He mimicked my own moan, only louder, when my hands pulled at his belt, suddenly wanting his pants off.

“Are you sure?” I asked after taking a quick break from kissing.

Bucky answered my question with a kiss to the neck, teeth scraping alongside my veins and sucking love bites all over. The lust I felt over taking me from Bucky was strong and I felt myself getting dizzy at the thought of our naked bodies together.

“Let's take it slow,” Bucky breathed into my neck.

He worked the zipper down to my navel and his flesh fingers traced circles on my bare stomach. I laced fingers with his metal fingers, giving him a silent approval that he was able to use that hand for whatever he wanted.

I knew he was still insecure about even touching me with his metal arm but wanted him to know that I wanted to feel the coolness of his fingers touching me, all over.

In a quick instant, his vest was on the ground and as our lips still collided with each other, my hands started slowly pulling his shirt up but a loud cough from behind us, stopped our actions in an instant.

Looking over his shoulder, I noticed Steve had his arms crossed over his chest while looking at us.

“We’re almost there.” Steve’s voice was curt.

Wiping off the excess saliva from my lips, I fixed my hair while Bucky zipped my suit back up, his body covering Steve from seeing anything that was underneath.

“Sorry,” I apologized.

Steve only nodded before retreating back to the pilot seat, leaving Bucky and I alone.

Our eyes locked and I could feel the lust ooze out of them.

“Was that okay?” I questioned while biting my lip.

“Doll, that was more than okay.” He groaned, thinking back to our heated kiss just a few moments ago.

“We’ll have to pick up where we left off once this is all over,” I said.

Bucky’s flesh hand reached for mine and I accepted it, jumping off of the crate. Bucky placed a soft kiss on my lips before nodding towards Steve.

“I’m going to use the bathroom before we land.”

Nodding, I gave him a quick smile while he walked the other direction than me. Sitting beside Steve, we both sat there in silence, afraid to say the first word.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Steve apologized.

“It’s fine,” I said while playing with my fingers.

“He loves you, ya know,” Steve’s voice pulled me from my thoughts.

“Hm?” I questioned, raising my head to face him.

Steve put the jet on autopilot before looking over to me.

“If you’re afraid that Buck won’t ever say it to you, don’t be. I’ve seen him with a lot of girls back in the day but none of them have changed him the way you do. You both have had a shit hand dealt to you over the years so if anyone deserves a happy ending, it’s him.”

I smiled at Steve’s kind words. “Even if it’s with me?”

“Even if it's with you,” he winked.

Bucky returned, placing a kiss to my ear, and sat next to me. Linking our hands together, mine with his flesh, I couldn’t help but stare up at his soft blue eyes before I rested my head on his shoulder, trying to enjoy these last few moments of peace.

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rosedustdreams · 3 days ago

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I know you're on your walker grind rn which, LOVE, but i have a dylan hoffman request 😔

Could it maybe be you and dylan are dating and its been a while since you've seen eachother since you're filming and after a long day, he surpises you with flowers, snacks and some movie dvd and picks you up and twirls you👅

A Sweet Surprise

After weeks apart, the ache of missing Dylan felt heavier each day. Filming had you locked into long hours, your days consumed by takes, retakes, and endless scenes. You couldn’t complain you loved what you did but the distance from Dylan made everything feel just a bit harder.

Tonight had been no exception. The set was chaotic, the scenes dragged on, and all you wanted was to collapse into bed. You barely had the energy to text Dylan a goodnight message, let alone anything else.

As you trudged out of the building and into the cool evening air, you nearly didn’t notice the figure leaning casually against a car. But then, that laugh the laugh you knew anywhere cut through your exhaustion.

“Rough day?” Dylan grinned, pushing off the car and walking toward you.

You blinked, unsure if your tired mind was playing tricks on you. “Dylan? What are you doing here?”

“Thought I’d surprise you,” he said with a soft smile, holding up a bouquet of your favourite flowers. “Figured you could use a little pick-me-up.”

Your heart practically melted on the spot. The flowers weren’t the only thing in his hands; he had a small bag filled with snacks you loved and a DVD of one of your favourite comfort movies tucked under his arm.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” you murmured, your voice catching slightly as you looked at him.

He stepped closer, gently setting the flowers and bag on the hood of the car before pulling you into a tight hug. “I missed you,” he said simply, his words warm against your hair.

“I missed you too,” you whispered, feeling a knot of emotion loosen in your chest.

For a moment, it was just the two of you, surrounded by the quiet hum of the evening, with nothing but the comfort of his arms and the sound of your heartbeat to fill the space. After the chaos of filming, his presence felt like a balm to your tired soul.

He pulled back slightly, still holding you by the shoulders, his eyes searching yours. “I hate how long it’s been,” he admitted quietly, his voice almost a whisper. “But I’m here now, and I want to make up for it.”

You smiled softly, brushing your thumb over the back of his hand, grateful for the sincerity in his voice. “You already have,” you replied, your voice soft but steady.

Then, with a playful glint in his eyes, Dylan reached down and scooped you up, lifting you off your feet. You gasped in surprise as he twirled you around, laughing as your feet left the ground. His grip was steady and sure, holding you effortlessly as he spun you once, twice. The world blurred around you, but in that moment, everything felt light and perfect.

When he finally set you back down, you were still laughing, your heart racing from the unexpected joy of the moment. Dylan held you close, his hands resting on your waist, and your breath finally slowed as you looked up at him, a wide grin on your face.

“You’ve been working so hard,” Dylan said, his voice softer now, his gaze tender as he looked down at you. “I just wanted to remind you that you’re amazing. And I’m proud of you.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, the warmth in his eyes making your cheeks flush. You reached up, cupping his face in your hands, your thumb brushing over his jaw as you searched his gaze. “You have no idea how much this means to me,” you said, your voice low and sincere.

“I know it’s been tough, but I’ve been thinking about you,” he said, his voice tinged with affection as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I just wanted to do something to make you smile.”

“You did,” you whispered, your heart swelling with love. “You really did.”

Dylan stepped back slightly, but only enough to retrieve the bouquet of flowers from the car hood. He held them out to you with a grin, giving you a little bow as though presenting you with a treasure.

“Here’s your prize for surviving the day,” he teased, his voice full of warmth. “A little love in the form of flowers, snacks, and movie time.”

You took the flowers from him, your fingers brushing his as you held them close. “Thank you,” you said, your smile brighter than it had been all day. “This is exactly what I needed.”

“Well,” Dylan said with a wink, “why don’t we head back to the apartment, get you out of that work mode, and have a cozy movie night? We’ll order takeout, let the world outside fade away, and just be us for a while.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the weight of the day finally lifting from your shoulders. “That sounds perfect.”

With his arm around your shoulder and your heart feeling lighter than it had in weeks, you climbed into the car. The evening stretched ahead, filled with the promise of quiet moments and shared laughter. As the car started to drive away, you leaned back into the seat, your fingers still lightly holding the flowers, your mind already at ease.

The world outside felt distant now, the exhaustion of the day forgotten. And in this simple, unexpected moment, you realised just how much you needed this. How much you needed him.

A/N: my first non walker fic love it thank u for the request.

Tags: @izzystylinson, @sophand4n4, @kaiwrites092, @shellsarepretty, @cheoriemoawa, @prettiesteyess, @vintagewntr10, @hecallmebigpurrr420, @killualovbot,

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sofreddie · 2 days ago

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Resigned 13

Summary: Y/N gets to experience her first Supernatural convention.

Characters: Alpha!Jensen x Omega!F!Reader, Alpha!Jared, Others

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Omegas are second-class citizens/mistreated, Fluff, Smut (Unprotected Sex, Knotting, Claiming, Minor Roleplay)

WC: 3,103

A/N: I'm so happy to see how far these characters have come and excited about the challenges they still get to face. I've never been to a convention, so I'm just going off what little I know, so bear with me on that. Feedback is appreciated. : )

Series Masterlist

My Masterlist

Part 12

Arriving at the convention was an experience all its own.

From the moment they neared the location, an exciting and electrifying energy filled the air. The convention was held in a large and beautiful hotel and convention hall facility, like the one where she worked. Upon seeing the building, Y/N waited for the flurry of bad memories, but instead, she found herself wistful about the job she once had and hopeful she might work something like it again. She had a knack for hotel management and really enjoyed it.

Since Jensen and Jared were being dropped at the front, doing fan service upon their arrival, Jensen arranged for security personnel to escort her through the back. She agreed, not ready to interact with strangers about her Alpha or her life with him. She also didn't want to interfere or ruin the convention energy, knowing how protective he could be and how important the conventions were to them.

Instead, she was escorted to her and Jensen's hotel suite. She busied herself with putting things away and setting up the room for their stay. While she wasn't attending any festivities from a fan's perspective, she could observe unseen from behind the scenes and still get the whole gamut of events and her Alpha in his element.

When Jensen entered the room, he couldn't help but grin. Y/N was swaying her hips to low-pitched music and humming, and her happy scent filled the room as she looked over her work.

"Someone's happy," Jensen teased, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her neck.

His scent enveloped her before his arms did, and she melted with a happy sigh into him.

"Ready for dinner?"

She turned in his arms and smiled nervously, "The Supernatural dinner with all the famous and sexy actors?" she teased.

Jensen chuckled, "We sometimes all get together for dinner on the first night. There are other significant others and mates, even some kids," he shrugged.

"Yeah, but you all know each other already."

"Some of them you met on set," he reassured, rubbing his hands up and down her arms to calm her nerves. Her stomach grumbled, and he laughed, kissing her hand before leading her to meet up for dinner. "We're like one big family. You'll love it, I promise."

Dinner was held in a private room in the back of an upscale hotel restaurant. She'd never dined somewhere so lovely and was more than surprised to see long tables and family-style service. It was loud, lively, and fun. He was right; it didn't take long for her to feel welcomed and at home. By the time dinner was over and they were saying their goodnights, she'd felt like one of the family.

As the weekend continued, her nervousness faded. The cast, the fans, the energy—everything had her head spinning in a good way. She was almost sad she had never attended a convention before. The energy was different when the convention was held at her former hotel. Providing the best service and keeping everything running smoothly felt more urgent. Now, she got to be someone who just enjoyed it, though she missed that former life the longer they were here.

She often found herself glancing at employees or studying maps and hallways, trying to guess who did what and what led where based on her former knowledge. It was a little game she played with herself, almost pretending she could still work and live that life. Regardless, she didn't let it detract from the truly memorable events around her.

Seeing the photo ops was interesting for her. People waited in long lines just to have several seconds with the guys. She laughed over the poses and props that fans brought, and her heart was warmed at some of the more emotional meetings. The panels and more intimate meets were just as fascinating as she learned more about the show, the fandom, and Jared and Jensen. These guys were more than just actors or pretty faces. To some, they were lifelines or connections to something bigger than themselves.

She understood that completely because she felt the same.

Jensen felt like he was on top of the world. In fact, he felt damn spoiled. He always enjoyed the conventions, mingling with fans, messing around with Jared and Misha and the others. It was always memorable, and he was excited to share it with Y/N. She took in everything with wide, sparkling eyes and a soft smile, her scent positive and light.

He had ulterior motives for Y/N outside of just enjoying the convention. He wanted the weekend to double as a date. They'd mated and dealt with much that came with it. But they hadn't taken any time to date and get to know each other, so he figured the convention weekend would be a good opportunity. And he hadn't been disappointed.

At Friday's dinner with the cast, she was initially shy. However, Jared and Gen easily introduced her to conversations and encouraged her to open up and talk more. Halfway through dinner, after having a few drinks, she was openly chatting with those around her, chiming in on conversations, and acting as though she belonged there. Jensen knew she did; she just needed the push. It was important to him that she realized she had friends and a whole network to lean on.

Someone mentioned how great the hotel was in accommodating them and the convention. That's when Y/N mentioned she worked in a similar hotel and how frenzied it was on the host and customer service side. The table listened in as she talked about the other side of things, the work, and the details involved in making everything go smoothly. Jensen was impressed, watching as she captivated the table and spoke confidently on a topic she truly understood and enjoyed. He finally felt like he was seeing the person she was, and he was falling all over again.

Saturday, he spent his time between convention events and sneaking little moments with Y/N. They would chat, snack, and enjoy each other's company, and he learned things about her that he didn't know before. She was quirky and a dork, which was great 'cause so was he. She was kind and well-spoken and managed to charm everyone around her even when she wasn't trying.

He also noticed her taking in details of the hotel and drifting off. He thought back to when they met—and her speech at dinner—and suddenly felt overwhelming guilt that she had lost everything because of him because she was his True Mate. He knew he'd talk about it with her later in the privacy of their suite.

Just the thought of being alone with her had him on edge and yearning. His rut had been gradually surfacing over the weekend. Though it had become more manageable since mating, he still wasn't quite back to a standard, predictable cycle. Neither was Y/N after the suppressants, but they were healing and getting to that point. He was confident that he could control his rut and not have feral issues like before.

Jensen was eager to have her to himself when they crashed into their hotel room late Saturday night. He was dragging - nearly carrying - her along with him while she giggled, the two of them far too drunk after the night's festivities.

Y/N had a lot of fun at the concert, letting herself go and openly swooning and practically catcalling Jensen while he performed. She might have been embarrassed, except she wasn't the only one doing such a thing. And she might have bristled at all the others giving her Alpha all that attention, but she was too focused on said man to really care about anything else.

They crashed and tumbled through the door, laughing and shushing each other at the late hour. They fell to the bed in tangled limbs, mouths fused in sloppy kisses. But a quick breath turned into both of them promptly passing out, still fully clothed, shoes on and feet hanging off the bed.

When Jensen woke the following day, his cell phone rang and buzzed like mad in his pocket, and a banging sounded in the distance. He wasn't sure if someone was actually banging or if his head was just throbbing from the hangover. Y/N was still out beside him, mouth wide and drooling, hair a mess. He smirked, brushing the mess of locks from her face and kissing her cheek. Groaning, he sat up on the edge of the bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and lamenting the mild hangover.

It became apparent that the banging was actually knocking on the room door. He forced himself up and answered the door to find Jared upbeat and chipper. It grated his nerves, but when Jared hung up his phone and passed Jensen a fresh, strong coffee, all was forgiven.

"I'll be back in twenty," Jared smirked. "Get cleaned up, or we'll be late."

Jensen grumbled and nodded as he shut the door and got ready for the last day of the convention. He was bitter that he didn't get to have Y/N last night, and now, he wouldn't get to have her in the morning, either. There was always work to do. Taking a quick shower, he dressed and jotted a quick note to leave for Y/N. She didn't even stir as he kissed her cheek, only began to snore. Jensen laughed and calmed himself, knowing she was here, and after the contractual requirements, he could come back and satiate their needs without interruption.

By midday, Y/N stirred awake. She immediately recognized a hangover, clutching at her head with a groan. Her mouth was dry, and she felt rather gross. But then the memories of the night before flitted back to her mind, and she grinned. She had let loose, feeling comfortable enough to do so, and Jensen, too, relaxed. Together, they had a really fun night—almost like two people without a care in the world.

Forcing herself from the bed to the bathroom, she relieved herself and splashed water on her face. Going back to the suite, she noticed Jensen was gone. She grabbed her phone and realized the time before spotting the note left by Jensen. She giggled; she couldn't help it, loving how adorable and thoughtful he could be.

However, she was disappointed in herself for passing out when they returned and not waking before he left. She knew he was in a rut and would need her, but more than that, she had really wanted him, completely turned on after their exciting evening. She checked in with Jensen and apologized. He told her not to worry, to relax, to order room service, and to have a day in if she wanted, and she really did want that.

Jensen's enticing Alpha scent, more potent from his rut, reached her senses before she heard his key card in the door. She hadn't realized the time, but her body moved before she could even tell it to do so, meeting Jensen at the entrance as he closed the door behind him. She practically pounced on him, and he grinned, pressing her back into the door. He kissed along her neck and claim, taking deep lungfuls of her scent.

One hand squeezed her hip, and the other clutched her hair, tilting her head for him. He moaned as she ran her fingers through his hair, allowing him to scent her. Pulling back, he looked into her eyes, finding her pupils dilated, and her scent bloomed.

"This is just like our first time," Y/N smirked sultrily, not a hint of anger.

"I'm so sorry, 'Mega. Y/N," he whined, caressing her cheek and kissing her again. "That was never how I wanted it to go. I never wanted to hurt you or force you. My rut-"

"I know," she responded, placing a finger over his lips to stop his rambling. "So show me."

"What?"

"Show me, Alpha. Show me how that first time should have gone."

"A little roleplay, Omega?" Jensen smirked, pressing himself against her, letting her feel how much he needed her.

"Yes, Alpha. Please?"

Jensen captured her mouth with a groan, knowing he couldn't deny her anything when she begged him like that. He barely remembered that first time through the haze of his near-feral rut. She mainly had disassociated during the act, and the suppressants and blockers kept her from feeling and knowing their bond. Now, it was different. She was clear of any substance, and Jensen was in control of his rut, even if the cycle was still off. He picked her up, grinning when her legs wrapped around him.

He carried her toward the large bed in the room, their eyes locked. Stopping at the end, he playfully tossed her onto the mattress. She landed and bounced with a surprised squeal, followed by a giggle. Jensen tried not to laugh and stay 'in character,' hoping he could almost rewrite their first time in their minds.

"So strong," she purred as he climbed over her with a hungry gaze. "I can't believe Jensen Ackles is my Alpha," she swooned.

He couldn't stop laughing, then nipped at her collarbone, "Brat," he muttered. Rising, he gazed down at her in awe. "I've been waiting so long for you."

She wanted to kiss him passionately. Instead, he swiftly moved down her body, divesting her of her pants and underwear before she even realized what he was up to. All the best of his Alpha was on display for her. It made her heart flutter and her pussy throb. He stood at the end of the bed, taking off his clothes as he licked his lips and trailed his eyes over her body.

"Take that off," he growled, nodding towards her top as he stripped down to just his boxers.

She was quick to comply, and the second she was naked, he dove straight into her pussy, eating her out like a man starved, moaning at the flavor on his tongue. He continued until she was writhing, on edge, and begging him for more. He stopped just before she came, wanting to tease and draw it out. She gasped and whined as he kissed and bit his way up her body, making her moan and hiss and squirm.

He paused to give special attention to her breasts, teasing, sucking, and licking until she nearly came from that alone. But as before, he stopped just shy of pushing her over that edge, making her whine in protest. He chuckled as he kissed his way to her neck, licking over her claim and rutting against her.

"Taste and smell so damn good," he groaned into her neck. "Wanna make you mine, Omega," he breathed, staring down at her and trying to maintain the roleplay, even though they were both too far gone to keep up the pretense. "Wanna knot and claim you."

"Alpha!" she moaned, rutting back against him and delighting in the teasing bite he gave to her neck. "Yes, Alpha! Please."

In the back of her mind, she knew this wasn't even close to how she reacted their first time. However, with everything out of her system, the connection was undeniable. Claimed as they were, dual-bound to one another, everything felt lit up in neon between them.

Jensen angled his hips and slid within her, harshly and without warning, her slick more than enough to ease his way. While Y/N moaned like a pornstar, he felt like he might cry, the feel of her and their connection nearly overwhelming.

"Feel fucking incredible," Jensen moaned as he moved, his thrusts harsh and deep.

His rut drove him to be less gentle, but he already knew she could take it all and more. It didn't take long for her to come undone around him after all the build-up. Before she even came down, he withdrew and flipped her over. He lifted her hips and pressed her shoulders down into the mattress, thrusting inside and starting a rough and brutal pace.

Y/N had abandoned all thoughts about roleplay, submitting entirely to her Alpha and the harsh but delicious way he was claiming her whole body. She knew she was moaning and shouting, screaming for her Alpha, and she couldn't care at all. The headboard cracked loudly against the wall, and Jensen was sure there'd be complaints, but he, too, didn't care one fucking bit.

She came again, her body tensing, before she gushed over his cock. "Fuck, always so good for me," he purred as he lay over her and hitched one leg up to open her further to him.

He slowed his pace, focusing on feeling how deep inside her he was. His knot was ready to pop, but he wanted to feel her come for him again. He found her clit, rubbing tight small circles over it as he continued his pace, kissing along her shoulders and neck as he encouraged her toward her last climax. As soon as she did, his knot popped, locking them together. He bit into his claim, renewing the mark. As her blood hit his tongue, he continued rutting his hips into her, riding out their highs.

Jensen carefully shifted them to their sides and spooned Y/N while they waited for his knot to go down. He focused on her claim, licking it clean and ensuring it was sealed and healed as before.

"That was amazing," she turned her head to smile at him.

"I'm sorry it wasn't like that in the beginning."

"Don't," Y/N said, shaking her head. "You have to know I forgive you for everything. We wouldn't be who or where we are if anything were different. I love you completely with all of me."

Jensen knew it was the truth. He could feel it, knew it deep in his soul, and cherished every moment. "I love you, too. So much," he spoke, kissing her.

As she settled to sleep, Jensen pondered over the old fairytales and his parents' stories about True Mates. He was regaled by tales of the everlasting, soul-deep bonds and the romanticism of it all. But now, he finally understood for himself what it all meant and how it felt. He would do anything for Y/N. He was trying to change the world for her and loved her with every fiber of his being.

As he snuggled into her to sleep, he decided that fairytales were nothing compared to the real thing.

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fairyk133 · 3 days ago

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Ruth Beautè’s Voice Lines [Remastered]/ Errands (Role In Game)

Name: Ruth Beautè Ruth Beau

Kissable? : No (but if you give her flowers, you can kiss her on the back of her hand)

Age: 15-16

Greetings/Bumped Into:

“Morning, Hopkins.”

‘“Howdy.”

“Good day”

“Um..hi?”

“What do you want?”

*Bumps into*

“Oh, my sincerest apologies.”

“Do watch were you are walking..”

“Argh— it’s fine, just watch it.”

Clique people/ or speaking about others in game mode:

“Some people say the most attractive greaser is Jonathan Vincent, but it’s obviously Ricky.”

“Each time that Martin girl dares speaks to me, I wanna kms. Honestly, does she have any real personality? Can’t blame her, she is kinda sad, then again I use her so I guess she’s not all bad.”

“That Harrington gets on my nerves, you know, he payed to win a mock trial session? What a fucking joke, I mean— if you suck at it, you suck at it. Must be hard having no talent or skill. What a dumb stereo typical blonde. Ha!”

“Hey, Gauntheir, wanna know what [block name] said about you?”

“Russell, that Ape? His parents are probably those flints stone people, have you heard him speak? How [R slur].”

“The greasers and the preps will fight? What is this? The outsiders again!?”

“Wiles is so…dead, s-she ruined my name, now boys glare at me…like I’m a whore, how can I be one? I haven’t even had sex yet-!?”

Talking about staff:

“Dr. Crabblesnitch is not fit to run this school, so I took it upon myself to…be his student advisor, meaning, I can tell him we need more clubs, he’ll do it, if I say a student did something, he will believe me. Amazing isn’t it?

“One time, Miss Danvers believed I had a crush on Crabblesnitch….all because I suck up to him. I think she’s on shrooms…”

“Mrs.Peabody allowed me to install new curtains, a vainity, and silk and satin sheets for my bed, for my dorm room. Being class respective certainly has its advantages.

“I told Mr. Burton about my shorts for soccer… saying I need a larger pair, but he says it’s not a big deal…that bald man knows nothing about my body, I don’t want the whole school go know.”

“That dingus Burton! Now everyone has been calling me RUTH BOOTAY! CURSE MY SOMALIAN GENES THIS IS RIDICULOUS!”

“Thanks to Wiles…I feel so dirty Joetta… is this how prostitutes feel after a long day at work?”

“Wait a minute….why am I moping? I can just do what I do best, ruin her life! Oh my gosh ahaHA!”

“I heard the jocks been taking steroids, I know they are but— I can’t snitch on them…Since Max takes them and I’m in his favor. Meaning I won’t be able to use him anymore…”

“Why yes, I am on good terms with all the prefects, they…also help me a lot….more than I need of course….”

“That Edna woman has to be a former convict…”

“Lucky me..I don’t eat her food, I always make mine when’s she out of the kitchen…that hefier can’t cook even if it was to save her self from a UTI…”

“Mista Max, I think I saw [Block name] have substances in their book bag, tell Crabblesnitch and expell that miscreant at once! Go! go!”

“You know…Justin, the Vandervale kid, was right…MONEY TALKS!”

Grooming:

“I don’t look like her…n-no I don’t..”

“Ha, what was Vendome talking about— me looking like Vivian…”

*Sighs* “I wish my hips weren’t so wide..”

“Sexy, as always.”

Being hit (Winning and Getting hurt):

“You’re so dead Hopkins!

“Don’t touch me again you fucking miscarriage looking bastard!”

*Looks around to see any Prefects, take out her rosary and uncaps the bottom, revealing a blade*

“I’m gonna kill you….”

(Can actually cut you and run to Prefect and tell that you tried to kill her fake crying. : Good chance you will be suspended)

“Now you’re crying? So fucking pathetic, good God.”

Random Quotes:

“I miss my Hadid…”

“So what if I ruined her social status, her skin, friend group, and probably made her wanna end it all? She did it first, so do it back to her, now she’s crying? What a waste of half good oxygen! Ugh!”

“You know..that Smith guy is actually kinda funny…”

“Parker is such a dork…and kinda sweet..”

“White trash!”

“You failed abortion!”

“No, Hopkins…you got me all wrong…I don’t wanna take over this school, doing that…is like being a zoo keeper. Why would I wanna be in control of a bunch of…slimy, insolent, animals!? Yeah no.”

“Hey get off of my friend, cocksucker!”

“Let me get help!”

“Oh you gave me flowers…sorry but I’m not kissing you on the mouth, I don’t know where your lips have been…”

“You may…kiss on my hand…” (She’s will rub her hands with head sanitizer afterwards when you walk away.)

Roles:

Pays player 85 dollars to plant drugs in someone’s car.

Pays you 50 dollars if you can give her back rosary Mandy stole from her.

When you investigate the Halloween party, and go in the woods you will see Ruth putting on her ghost face costume, get ready to scare Casey. You will hear a scream and run to it, you will have to help Casey who broken his leg, out of the ditch.

She comes to you when dates Gary and will give you hush money not to tell anyone.

#bully canis canem edit #bully cce #bully game #bully scholarship edition #bully rockstar #bully se #bully #bully oc #bullworth academy #bully: canis canem edit #ruth beauté

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it’s so sick that people keep criticizing queen cersei as if she’s not the first female ruler of westeros??? literally elevating bastards and women to her small council is super fucking progressive as is creating the precedent of dismissing unfit kingsguard??

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aren’t all of her children literally bastards born of incest

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oh so now you’re going to listen to stannis baratheon, known misogynist, kinslayer, fornicator, team green supporter, and homophobe, huh.

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okay guys i know there’s no “perfect candidate” but you have to vote in the kingsmoot anyways not voting is how someone like e****n g*****y wins and literally anyone is better than him. suck it up and row to the polls

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ohhhh not this “vote your crew no matter who” “blue lips man bad” bullshit again. fuck off idgaf which godless man sits the seastone chair i’m not voting for asha shes literally a neoliberal

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first i had to give up my rights and then i had to give up my gods just to not get killed by fucking wights but i literally cannot believe the nights watch made me give up my strap as part of the treasure ransom. shit was expensive it was IVORY. i hate southerners so much i hope the lord commander dies

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DO NOT COME TO THE RIVERLANDS

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why

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there’s riverlands here

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freys

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my cousin got eaten by rats in harrenhal

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dumb cunts wearing raven feather cloaks strutting around who think they’re better than you but they’re not better than you

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i saw a guy get killed and then just stand back up and start fighting again because his friend kissed him on the mouth down here once

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giant feral pack of 60 wolves running around

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ok understandable have a nice day

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i hate the fucking sparrows can we be normal for five minutes or can we just not have shit in the crownlands

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CORN! DEATH! CORN!

(CAW! I follow members of the Night's Watch to remind them of their oaths!)

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Loras Tyrell x Queen of Love and Beauty!Reader Imagines

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girl this is notttttt the time he literally just fucking died at dragonstone?

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should’ve stanned jaime #LORASFELLOFF

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one kill yourself jaime lannister is an honorless kingslaying turncloak two i heard loras tyrell was literally fine?

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lord davos seaworth, the class traitor from the stannis baratheon administration, is a nasty little thottie and just died from making it clap in white harbor

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this tower fucking sucks.

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i’m just like rhaenyra targaryen for real

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people meat tastes good asf when you don’t have a wench in your ear saying it violates guest right

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need that targ girl in mereen to get those lizards over here and liberate this website by any means necessary cause what the fuck is going on

#asoiaf #affc #adwd #its been so long since i did one of these. missed it #valyrianscrolls #dashboard simulator

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if life is categorized by Before Loss and After Loss then I exist in the before but with a countdown to the after. and the countdown is always always present and debilitating. the loss will be debilitating too but i cant help myself. i will always suffer twice.

#i cant let go of it. i cant even enjoy good moments without thinking about how they'll just be memories one day #how they're already memories since moments pass so fast #everything is I'll Miss This and i already miss it and i cant believe once you're gone you're gone forever #and ill never ever see you again. and your shell is in the ground but where did the rest of you go?#should i look at your body one last time? on one hand itll be the last time i see you.#on the other hand it will be the last time i see you.#and the memory of you will die with me too. as if neither ever existed #it impacts me so much too bc i dont feel close to anybody really...and i dont make friends easily #so whats going to happen when the people who have always been there arent there anymore?#im going to be alone for so much of my life.#i will record your voice so im ready for when i cant hear it from the source while also knowing it wont be enough and one day #ill be wishing it lasted longer. it could be 12 hours long and ill want more.#how do you surpass this? it hasn't even happened. when it happens i don't know what ill do. considering my whole life has been #the timer. the countdown. hours and hours of anticipatory grief #and then ill be next. me. some of all thats left of you. it cant be true.#sorry. this gets worse every single year and its been going insane lately #id surprisingly been managing it well for months somehow ! it wouldnt cross my mind...and now its there again #like it accumulated and its all coming out right now. ive been crying for hrs tonight and last night #one day his things will just be things. things ive made and given him will be in my hands again.#talkys #i want to go hug my dad but then ill just cry over how one day i wont be able to....! how do i store it? how do i save it?#how do i preserve it forever....even as i take my own last breath....#i cant believe im the only one of me. and my dad is the only one of him.#i wouldnt want to be reborn as anyone else. i cant believe one day i wont get to draw or eat or be comfy in bed anymore.#i cant take it !! im so scared. ill be scared until the end. and you wont be there to hold my hand. im going to be alone.#and none of those years of grief and joy and memories will matter.#i wonder if it would help to tell him about this. i need something to hold onto for when it happens. anything. but i also know it'll make i #hurt more; obviously. just another piece of him that'll be gone one day

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Rowaelin Chapter 41 Kingdom of Ash:

She'd rebuild it—what she had been.

Perhaps one last time, perhaps only for a little while, but she'd do it. If only for Terrasen.

Rowan swooped from the mast, shifting as he reached her side at the rail. He surveyed the night-black sea beyond them. "You should rest." She slid him a glance. "I'm not tired." Not a lie, not in some regards. "Want to spar?" He frowned. "Training can start tomorrow."

"Or tonight." She held his piercing stare, matched his dominance with her own.

"It can wait a few hours, Aelin."

"Every day counts." Against Erawan, even a day of training would count.

Rowan's jaw tightened. "True," he said at last. "But it can still wait. There are ... there are things we need to discuss." The silent words rose in his animal-bright eyes. About you and me.

Her mouth went dry. But Aelin nodded In silence, they strode into their spacious quarters, its only decoration the wall of windows that overlooked the churning sea behind them. A far cry from a queen's chamber, or any she might have purchased as Adarlan's assassin.

At least the bed built into the wall looked clean enough, the sheets crisp and stainless. But Aelin headed for the oak desk anchored to the floor, and leaned against it while Rowan shut the door.

In the dim lantern light, they stared at each other.

She'd endured Maeve and Cairn; she'd endured Endovier and countless other horrors and losses. She could have this conversation with him. The first step toward rebuilding herself.

Aelin knew Rowan could hear her thundering heart as the space between them went taut. She swallowed once. "Elide and Lorcan told you... told you everything that was said on that beach."

A curt nod, wariness flooding his eyes. "Everything that Maeve said." Another nod.

She braced herself. "That I'm-we're mates."

Understanding and something like relief replaced that wariness. "Yes."

"I'm your mate," she said, needing to voice it. "And you are mine."

Rowan crossed the room, but halted a few feet from the desk on which she leaned. "What of it, Aelin?" His question was low, rough.

"Don't you..." She scrubbed at her face. "You know what she did to you, to ..." She couldn't say her name. Lyria. "Because of it."

"I do know."

"And?"

"And what do you wish me to say?"

She pushed off the desk. "I wish you to tell me how you feel about it. If…"

"If what?"

"If you wish it wasn't so."

His brows narrowed. "Why would I ever wish that?"

She shook her head, unable to answer, and stared over her shoulder toward the sea.

It seemed like he would close the distance between them, but he remained where he was.

"Aelin." His voice turned hoarse. "Aelin."

She looked at him then, at the pain in his words.

"Do you know what I wish?" He exposed his palms, one tattooed, the other unmarked. "I wish that you had told me. When you realized it. I wish you had told me then."

She swallowed against the ache in her throat. "I didn't want to hurt you."

"Why would it ever hurt me to know the truth that was already in my heart? The truth I hoped for?"

"I didn't understand it. I didn't understand how it was possible. I thought maybe ... maybe you might be able to have two mates within a lifetime, but even then, I just ….." She blew out a breath. "I didn't want you to be distressed." His eyes softened. "Do I regret that Lyria was dragged into this, that the cost of Maeve's game was her life, and the life of the child we might have had? Yes. I regret that, and I wish it had never happened." He would bear the tattoo to remember it for the rest of his days. "But none of that was your fault. I will always carry some of the burden of it, always know I chose to leave her for war and glory, and that I played right into Maeve's hands."

"Maeve wanted to ensnare you to get to me, though."

"Then it is her choice, not yours."

Aelin ran a hand over the worn wood of the desk. "In those illusions she spun for me, she showed me variations on one more than all the others." The words were strained, but she forced them out. Forced herself to look at him. "She spun me one dreamscape that felt so real I could smell the wind off the Staghorns."

"What did she show you?" A breathless question.

Aelin had to swallow before she could answer. "She showed me what might have been—if there had been no Erawan, if Elena had dealt with him properly and banished him. If there had been no Lyria, none of that pain or despair you endured. She showed me Terrasen as it would have been today, with my father as king, and my childhood happy, and..." Her lips wobbled. "When I turned twenty, you came with a delegation of Fae to Terrasen, to make amends for the rift between my mother and Maeve. And you and I took one look at each other in my father's throne room, and we knew."

She didn't fight the stinging in her eyes. "I wanted to believe that was the true world. That this was the nightmare from which I'd awaken. I wanted to believe that there was a place where you and I had never known this suffering and loss, where we'd take one look at each other and know we were mates. Maeve told me she could make it so. If I gave her the keys, she'd make it all possible." She wiped at her cheek, at the tear that escaped down it. "She spun me realities where you were dead, where you'd been killed by Erawan and only in handing over the keys to her would I be able to avenge you. But those realities made me ... I stopped being useful to her when she told me you were gone. She couldn't get me to talk, to think. Yet in the ones where you and I met, where things were as they should have been ... that was when I came the closest."

His swallow was audible. "What stopped you?"

She wiped at her face again. "The male I fell in love with was you. It was you, who knew pain as I did, and who walked with me through it, back to the light. Maeve didn't understand that. That even if she could create that perfect world, it wouldn't be you with me. And I'd never trade that, trade this. Not for anything." He extended his hand. An offer and invitation.

Aelin laid hers atop his, and his callused fingers squeezed gently. "I wanted it to be you," he breathed, closing his eyes. "For months and months, even in Wendlyn, I wondered why you weren't my mate instead. It tore me up, wondering it, but I still did." He opened his eyes, and they burned like green fire. "All this time, I wanted it to be you."

She lowered her gaze, but he hooked a thumb and forefinger around her chin and lifted her face.

"I know you are tired, Fireheart. I know that the burden on your shoulders is more than anyone should endure." He took their joined hands and laid them on his heart. "But we'll face this together. Erawan, the Lock, all of it.

"We'll face it together. And when we are done, when you Settle, we will have a thousand years together. Longer."

A small sound came out of her. "Elena said the Lock requires—"

"We'll face it together," he swore again.

"And if the cost of it truly is you, then we'll pay it together. As one soul in two bodies.

Her heart strained to the point of cleaving. "Terrasen needs a king."

"I have no intention of ruling Terrasen without you. Aedion can have the job."

She scanned his face. He meant every word He brushed the hair from her face, his other hand still clasping hers to his chest, where his heart pounded a steady, unfaltering rhythm.

"Even if I had my choice of any dream-realities, any perfect illusions, I would still choose you, too."

She felt the truth of his words echo into the unbreakable thing that bound their very souls, and tilted her face up toward his. But he made no move beyond it.

She frowned. "Why aren't you kissing me?"

"I thought you might want to be asked first."

"That never stopped you before."

"This first time, I wanted to make sure you were ... ready." After Cairn and Maeve. After months of having no choices whatsoever.

She smiled despite that truth. "I'm ready to be kissed again, Prince."

He let out a dark chuckle and muttered, "Thank the gods," before he lowered his mouth to hers.

"You're my mate." Her words were a breathless rush. "And I am yours."

The world might have been burning around them for all she cared, all he cared, too.

"Together, Aelin," he promised, and she heard the rest of the words in every place their bodies joined. Together they would face this, together they would find a way.

Together we'll find a way, their mingling breaths, the crashing sea, seemed to echo.

Together.

#Chapter 41 #Kingdom of Ash #Sarah J. Maas #Aelin Galathynius #Rowan Whitethorn #Rowaelin #soulmates #mates #spoilers and notes in tags cause this chapter and also spoilers in post cause this chapter first read react with me read along #Rowaelin chapters scenes moments quotes #they want to make it possible bring that love to light #am I allowed to cry? — Again the word endured — finally the dream — the sand she still sees — he’s magic being steady — them talking time #again if Maeve could convince Rowan Lyria was his mate how bad was it when she convinced Aelin her actual mate was dead… this hurts me…#the fact Aelin stopped being useful because it destroyed her beyond belief but the dreams the dreams almost got her because its all she wan #again then both feeling sorry and the other not realizing and then consent and then comfort and love & I just wanted it2be U how could I no #I know you are tired Fireheart (ALL THE TROPES IN ONE LINE… UGH I MISSED THIS SHIP)#together. one soul in two bodies. their endgame like literally they are. I’d choose you too. even the apologies that were needed just heali #what it might have once been — together — not alone — not returning alone — the king and queen of Terrasen — I need u more — 2 whatever end #Aelin watched the boat until it disappeared trying not to stare too long at the clean unstained sand beneath her boots #always north — she didn’t care she just wanted far away — who knew — what she knew-the letters she sent-Valg-dark blood that had turned red #If it had been another dreamscape or some fragment that had blended into the very real memory of Connall's death. — always a plab&theory #all these things to deal with later-she’d rebuild all she had been-her match helper mirror-matched his piercing stare with her own-wait/res #A far cry from a queen's chamber or any she might have purchased as Adarlan's assassin. — how far we’ve come-she had ENDURED she can do it #I'm your mate she said needing to voice it. And you are mine. — Lyria. — I do know. and?&what do you wish me to say?-this was perfect #If what? If you wish it wasn't so. His brows narrowed. Why would I ever wish that? — Aelin. she looked at him at the pain in his words #the way it's changed since Mistward... and grown... even in names like Whitethorn Galathynius together — the brain thoughts are back —#The kiss was gentle-light. Letting her decide how to guide it. So she did. — he’d do it all night if that was what’s he wished #Together we'll find a way their mingling breaths the crashing sea seemed to echo. Together. — mountains and oceans #Might’ve been before-thought snapped-the bond- u r my mate&I am urs-the world might have been burning for all she cared all he cared too #Together they would face this together they would find a way. — claiming him as he claimed her — a scar a marker a tattoo

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