#and it's also so i can see cas's beautiful face :-)

[malii-the-bonehead]

The Other Woman pt6

Heres Part 6, finallyyyyy.

Slow burn

Summary: Chris, a popular hockey player at school where Y/n went, found himself falling for the beautiful, shy girl. As time went on he found out who Y/n truly was as a person and ultimately, he had to make the choice, his girlfriend, or the other woman.

Part 6

Monday came by quicker than I had hoped. When I woke up that morning I felt so sick. I had a throbbing headache and my stomach was killing me. I had been up for probably 30 minutes before I had rushed to the bathroom to vomit the acids in my stomach, since I hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday afternoon. 

Yeah, I was not going to school today. I also called work and explained the situation. My boss was understanding. She told me to take as much time as I needed.

I turned off my lights and put the mini trash can from my bathroom next to my bed. I flipped onto my side, facing the edge of my bed in case I had to lean over and puke again. I curled up and held my stomach, feeling the pain finally take over.

– 

I woke up from the sound of my door being opened harshly. I groaned and opened my eyes. My mom was standing in my doorway.

“Y/n, what are you still doing here? It’s Monday. You have school.”

I explained to her how I wasn’t feeling well. She walked out of the room and came back with some water and medicine for me to take.

“Rest up then, kiddo.” She kissed my forehead. “If you need anything, just call me.” She pushed my hair out of my face then turned to leave the room. I checked my phone to see what time it was.

It was 11:30. They had 3 new messages. 2 of them from Chris and 1 of them from my dad. I checked the one from my dad first.

When you coming visit? I miss yall. Don’t be a stranger, Y/n. Text me back when you can. I love you.

I sighed and closed out of the message, then clicked Chris’s contact. I looked at his message, soon responding after reading them. 

Why aren’t you in 3rd hour? Are you here today? Soon after his first message he had sent, Hello?? 

I typed back, Sorry, Chris. I’ve been sleeping all morning. I’m sick with what I think is the stomach flu. But I should be back by Wednesday or Thursday. 

I shut off my phone. I wasn’t tired anymore so I grabbed my TV remote and played some music. I sat up in my bed and grabbed my school bag from the floor. I opened it and grabbed my computer, checking my school work I had missed for the day. I had probably 4 assignments. Soon after starting my first assignment, my phone buzzed. I picked it up and checked the message. Chris had texted back rather quickly. 

Send me your address. I’ll bring you some food and medicine. I laid back on my pillow, smiling like a 14 year old with a crush. I practically kicked my feet at his message. To be honest, I knew I’d get to this point with Chris. Where I would fall for him. But I think a part of me had always liked Chris. Even just seeing him walk past me in the hallways would always make my heart hurt, I just never realized I actually liked him until he talked to me the first time. I sent him a message back.

No, don’t worry about it. I should be fine but thank you. He read it. I sat waiting for his message for a while before I figured he wasn’t texting back. I shut off my phone and started working on my school assignments once again.

It took me about 2 hours to do everything I had missed. By the time I finished, school would have been 10 minutes from the final bell ringing. Chris had never texted back. I was kind of bummed about it, but tried not to think about it too much. 

I got up out of my bed and immediately felt a wave of dizziness overcome me. I rushed to the bathroom, emptying my already empty stomach once again. I sat on the bathroom floor for a good 20 minutes, too scared to move. Throwing up was definitely my least favorite thing. 

My mom came knocking on the bathroom door once I hit the 25 minute mark. Not that anyone was counting, except for me. 

I flushed the toilet and pushed myself against the wall. “You can come in.”

“Are you sure? Someone’s here to see you.”

My eyes furrowed in confusion. The bathroom door opened after a few seconds of silence. I saw my mom, water bottle in hand. She walked in, sitting next to me. After she sat down she called out, “Don’t be shy, we don’t bite.” She giggled and pushed my shoulder softly. I just looked at her, then towards the door. 

“I brought you some food and things to help with your stomach.” Chris walked in. My eyes widened and I tried to quickly stand up. The second I felt dizzy, I collapsed back into the position I was in again. Mom ran her fingers through my hair. Then she started to rub big circles into my back. Chris put the toilet seat down and sat on it. He was now in front of me holding a bag of food and medicine. “I didn’t know what kind of food you ate but Alice said you liked strawberries and toaster strudels so I grabbed a few packs of everything.”

Yep, I was for sure going to kill Alice. He pulled out of the bag a packet of medicine and a sweet tea, as well as a pepsi. He left the food in the bag but placed it on the counter next to my sink. He read the back of the packet and took out 2 pills, handing them to me along with the sweet tea. 

“How did you get here? I didn’t tell you where I lived.” I grabbed the things from his hands. My face was flushed and I was hot. I probably looked like a mess. My face was pale and my cheeks were red. My hair was a mess and I was wearing fuzzy socks and some shorts with a hoodie. It was hot and I was sweaty.

“That was also Alice. She’s very helpful.” He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. My mom put her hand on my knee. I looked at her.

“Say thank you, Y/n. He came all this way for you.”

My head was throbbing. “Thank you,” I mumbled. 

“I’ll leave you alone.” Mom stood up and walked to the bathroom door. “Yell if you need anything.” She walked out, leaving only me and Chris in the small bathroom.

Chris held his hand to my forehead. “Yeah, you’re definitely sick. You’re burning up. Where do you keep your towels?” I pointed to the cabinets under the sink. He got up and rummaged through the cabinet before pulling out a small black towel and running it under the cold water from the sink. He rang it out then placed it on my head. I went to grab it but he pushed my hand away, holding his hand and the towel to my forehead. 

“Thank you, Chris.”

He smiled and sat next to me, replacing the spot mom was previously in. 

“You know, 3rd hour was soooo boring without you.” He dragged out the so, making it seem way too dramatic. I looked at him. He pushed the hair out of my face and tucked the strands behind my ears. “Can I put your hair up for you?” I nodded my head.

“Let’s go to my room first. I’ve been here way too long.” Chris got up first, grabbing my hand to help me get up. If I wasn’t in so much pain, I would have been so nervous. 

He led me out the door and to my bed. He let go of my hand and grabbed my desk chair. He pulled it to the side of my bed next to me. I turned my back to him, handing him the hair tie on my wrist. I held the towel to my head.

He gathered all my hair and pulled it back into a ponytail. He was very gentle. So gentle I almost didn’t feel it. “There, that’s better”

I felt my face heat up. I shifted and turned back to face him. He got up and went back to the bathroom, soon coming back with the bag of food in his hand. He placed it on my bed next to me. I rummaged through it, grabbing the pack of strawberries. They looked so good. 

“Here,” I handed him a strawberry. He took it and ate it. I also grabbed one and ate it. They were so sweet. 

“You have a nice room. It really describes who you are.” I looked at him puzzled.

“That is a good thing, right?”

He nodded his head at me. A few seconds passed but it felt like minutes.

“You know, you really didn’t have to come here for me. I’m grateful, but you could have been doing better things.” I looked at him. He was studying my room, looking around and messing with the trinkets on my side table. 

“I don’t mind. I wanted to see you anyway.” He looked at me, his head tilted. He had a grin on his face. My face was red once again. I kept eating the strawberries silently, offering some to Chris whenever he had finished his last. I grabbed the remote from my bed and turned off the music that had been playing for the past few hours. Now the room was completely silent. It was a comfortable silence. Something about Chris being here was making my heart calm down. My stomach started to feel better. 

He looked at me for a while before saying, “Alice is worried about you too. You should text her. Let her know you’re okay.” I smiled at him. 

“For being sick, you’re still really beautiful.” He pushed my hair back. I removed the towel from my head and put it on the empty spot next to me. I grabbed his hand from my hair. I dropped our hands into my lap and fiddled our fingers together. I played with his hand, but it didn't seem like he minded. I lifted our hands, placing one of mine against his. His were bigger than mine, only by a little bit. We both looked at our hands. I interlocked our fingers. I don’t know why I did that, but he didn’t pull away. We looked at each other. 

He’s so beautiful. So much prettier than me, that’s for sure.

I put our hands down on my bed. Our fingers were still wrapped around each other. 

“Why is it that everytime you come around, I get nervous?” I looked at him.

“I don’t know.” He responded slowly. “But, I think you make me nervous too. I get a tingly feeling around you.” His small confession caught my attention.

My eyes widened. “I get a tingly feeling too. Right.. Here.” I placed his hand on my heart. He held it there, feeling my heart beat. 

“Your heart’s racing.”

“I know.”

He looked at me and moved his hand away. He grabbed mine and placed it on his heart.

His heart is racing too. I felt my body go numb.

“Mine’s beating fast too, isn’t it.” He said that as more of a statement than anything. 

My breath hitched. I scanned over his face. His cheeks were a light pink. His hair was slicked back into a baseball hat, a little bit sticking out by his ears. He looked so good. I looked at his eyes then down to his lips. He noticed it and I moved my hand away.

I want to kiss him. God, I want to kiss him so fucking bad. 

I looked back to his eyes, his finding mine. I looked away from him. 

You’re sick, Y/n. No, that’s not important, he has a girlfriend. A beautiful and sweet girlfriend. Someone who doesn’t deserve anything less than Chris. Someone who is way better for him than you could ever imagine. 

Chris and Clairissa were perfect together. They’ve been dating since the beginning of our junior year. Everyone knew who they were and who they belonged to. It would be a sin to separate them. 

Chris spoke, pulling me from my thoughts. 

“I guess I should get going soon. I have a hockey game tonight. You should come.” I looked back at him.

“I know you aren’t feeling well, but if you end up feeling better, come watch it. It starts at 7 at the rink.” 

“I’ll think about it.” I smiled softly. He smiled back and patted my head. He stood up and pushed the chair back to its original spot. Chris walked to the door of my room, opening it. 

“If I don’t see you later, text me.” 

I looked down at my lap. “I will. Thank you again, Christopher.” He grinned.

“Anything for the pretty lady.” My head snapped up. There it was again. He called me pretty again. He turned and shut the door. Soon after, my door opened again and mom walked in. She practically skipped over to my bed, a big smile on her face. She pushed my shoulder softly again.

“He was cute,” She wiggled her eyebrows at me and giggled like a little girl. I smiled and sighed. 

“I know.”

[prythianpages]

Ohhhh would you ever write more about the witch reader x az. I loved it! I want to see feyres reaction :)

I might! I think I'd be open to making it like a series/au bc witch reader x Az makes me so soft 🥰 and I'm currently obsessed with the song that inspired it bc the song is so beautiful and whimsical and makes me wish I could experience a love like that

if you haven't read the original imagine, you can find it here.

here is a small drabble of feyre's reaction 😊 :

When you and Azriel return to the river house, Feyre is in the sitting room. She's lightly bouncing an agitated Nyx, who teethes at a cool wash cloth. "I know, baby," she coos at the infant.

Her blue-gray eyes are on you as soon as you enter and they light up when she notices Azriel's hands are ungloved and one of them is holding on to yours, fingers intertwined with another.

"How was the trip?" She asks, her lips curling up into a knowing smile.

"It was fine."

"She almost cursed Eris."

You're turning to Azriel with a playful glare and his wings twitch in response, his usual stoic demeanor now much lighter and Feyre knows it's all because of you. "It could've been a nice little hex that'd make his eyebrows fall off, you know. Just something to get him off his high horse."

Feyre laughs at the image that comes to mind. "I hope Eris didn't give you much trouble?"

"He shot an arrow through Azriel's hand."

"No."

You and Azriel exchange another look, missing the way Feyre's eyes grew distant for a brief moment.

**

They're holding hands! Feyre nearly screams into Rhysand's mind and he can feel all her excitement and joy through the bond.

He's sitting outside by one of the tables in their garden with Cassian and Mor on either side of him. If it were up to him, he'd be inside by his wife. But it was her who had kicked him outside, not wanting to overwhelm Azriel and you. "Out you busybodies!" She had exclaimed as she ushered them all out of the house.

"Hey, Cas," he grins. "You owe me twenty coins."

Cassian nearly spits out his lemonade. "What?" He sputters with wide eyes. Mor leans forward in her seat.

Rhysand then shows them the image Feyre had send him. It's of you and Azriel bickering and fussing over one another like an old married couple.

"Let's just call it even." Cassian insists, setting his cup down. "I am the one who got rid of all the dandelion root from her apothecary shop."

"Hey! Don't take all the credit. I am the one who kept her distracted!" Mor cuts in, dramatically throwing her hands in the air. "And also the one who kept Azriel from suspecting anything when Feyre had asked for an escort. Do you know how hard it is to sneak things around those two?"

"Thank you, Mor. Your hard work is much appreciated here," Rhysand says, his grin growing wider as he rises from his seat, knowing it'd only irritate Cassian further.

He catches the glare Cassian sends his way. "20 coins," Rhysand reminds him, holding his hand out expectantly.

"In a way," Cassian begins, not wanting to accept his loss. "I helped you win the bet!"

"That's not my problem." Rhysand replies with a smug shrug.

Cassian grumbles and digs into his pocket. He throws all twenty coins at Rhysand's face, who easily intercepts them with a wave of his hand. They fall gracefully into the palm of his hand instead.

Mor laughs as she also rises from her seat. Twenty coins is nothing to them. It's barely enough to buy a cheap bottle of wine.

Cassian follows shortly after, the three of them scurrying inside and wanting to catch a glimpse of you and Azriel holding hands in person. Although, they find you nestled on the couch with baby Nyx in your lap. You rub the elixir you had made earlier over Nyx's gums, smiling when you feel the babe relax in your arms, as you tell Feyre all about your venture earlier.

Azriel is seated on the armest of the couch right next to you, cutting into your story when he deems necessary. Everyone takes note of the way his hand is resting on the small of your back and one of his wings instinctively curls around your smaller form. They also take note of the lingering scent of your bond in the air, stronger now that you both have acknowledged the bond. Cedar and lavender.

**

a/n: I considered the whole Nyx being in pain to be a lie, a glamor made by Feyre to trick reader into having to go scavenge for dandelion root but decided it was better to just have Cassian and Mor be sneaky instead :)

[aerynwrites]

Masquerade of Liars

Dad!Gale x Fem!Reader

A/N: Had to do a little something for Halloween! So i found out Faerun has their own kind of Halloween called Liars Night or Masquerade of Liars. Here’s a link if you want to read more about it, it’s actually super cool! But I also just wanted to write some soft Dad!Gale after so many of you seemed to enjoy that one shot of him finding out reader was pregnant. So hope y’all enjoy!

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: reader is referred to as mother/mum.

*not beta read, sorry for any grammatical errors*

The smell of sulfur fills your nose as you strike a match to light the small wax candles before you. You light the wicks before shaking the match to douse the flame, and grabbing one of the lit candles.

“Cassias!” You call, moving to place the light source inside of your son’s pumpkin. “Are you almost ready? We need to go. Gale-!”

Your husband materializes just as you call his name, his lips against your own cutting off your words. You sigh when you pull away, smiling despite yourself as you place the last two candles in the remaining pumpkins. 

“Did you help Cas with his costume?” You ask, looking over the carved orange spheres before you, making sure they look alright before you put them outside. 

Gale lets out a quiet laugh as he shrugs his shoulders, “I tried, but he could not be swayed to accept my assistance. He wanted to do it himself.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes playfully, “He is definitely your son - stubborn.”

Gale lets out a small scoff, as he steps forward to wrap his arms around your waist. “Me? Stubborn? I think he gets that from you, my love.”

You let out a low hum, as you reach up to straighten the collar of his robe, “I suppose he gets it from the both of us.”

Gale smiles. “That’s better,” he says, before leaning in to kiss you again. 

You relish in the somewhat quiet moment in your lover’s arms, knowing that the rest of the night will be full of excitement and noise. 

The approaching thunder of footsteps coming down the stone steps of the tower make you separate from one another, but not before you press one last kiss to his cheek. 

“I’m coming!” You son calls as he barrels down the stairs, nearly tripping over the tail of his costume as he hits the floor. 

You instinctively reach out for him, but he’s righted himself before you can help, and you’re unable to stifle the grin that splits your lips as you take in the costume Cassian wears. 

He insisted on being a dragon. A red dragon specifically. And it had to have horns, and giant wings. 

And well…who were you to deny him?

His mask looked like that of a red dragon, tall pointed black horns rising from the top of it, even pointy teeth peeking out of the creature's mouth. The rest of his costume was just as elaborate, you and Cassian having worked on it for weeks leading up to the Masquerade of Liars. His shirt and pants are lined with hundreds of small metal scales that glint in the candle light. He even has a tale pinned to his pants, which may prove to be more of a hindrance now that you see it dragging the ground. 

Even Gale helped with the costume, adding his own magical flare in the form of gentle smoke coming from the mask's mouth as if Cassian could breathe fire. 

“Look, father look!” Cassian jumps around in his costume, the scales tinkling softly as he does so and reflecting a beautiful dappled light pattern all through the kitchen. 

Gale ‘ooo’s’ and ‘ah’s’ at his son’s costume before picking the child up and smiling at the giggles that pour out from behind the mask. 

“You’re just as fearsome as the legendary Ansur of Baldur’s Gate,” Gale tells him seriously before reaching up to tilt the mask up to the top of Cassian's head, revealing his face to you both. 

Cassian is basically a spitting image of Gale. Warm brown eyes and dark hair. Gale insists he got your nose though, and your smile, which you’re happy about if not a little begrudging. You carried him for nine months! The least the gods could have done is given him your eyes…

But you wouldn’t change a thing, not really. Cassian has turned into a wonderful child, all chubby cheeks and laughter and kindness. Even now you watch in silent admiration as Cassian talks animatedly with his father. Despite being only six his vocabulary is as big as Gales. 

“Are you ready for a night of trickery and lies?” Gale asks, voice dropping to a playfully low octave.

Cassian nods, eyes lighting up. “And candy!” 

Glae laughs, moving to set Cassian back on his feet. “And candy of course. Do you have room in your pockets?”

Cassian nods fervently, face serious as he pats both pockets on his costume. “I even have candy in my other pocket so no one steals our coin.”

You stifle a laugh at the seriousness with which Cassian takes the holiday. 

Liars night, though now more commonly known as the Masquerade of Liars is a night to pay tribute to the dirties Leira and Mask. While it started centuries ago as a more serious holiday it’s evolved into more of a fun tradition to celebrate the gods. 

The particular tradition Cassian is referring to is pickpocketing. It used to be so common back when the holiday was first created that people started keeping candy in their pockets instead of coins - this soon evolved into people taking the candy and leaving behind trinkets or a small note in return. 

Now most people just give the candy out, especially to children. But the occasional trinket still makes it into a pocket here or there - and you aren’t about to ruin his fun. 

“Very good, Cas!” You praise, turning to face the carved pumpkins once more. “We should be ready to go once we put the pumpkins on the doorstep. Do you want to carry yours?”

“Yes, yes! Can I?” He reaches his hands up expectantly, and you smile, looking over at Gale. 

“What do you think, my love?” 

Gale nods, a smile matching your own on his face as he takes Cassian’s pumpkins from the counter. “I think a dragon as fearsome as Cassian can carry his own pumpkin to the stoop this year.”

Cassian cheers and takes the pumpkin carefully in his arms, Gale keeping a watchful eye until he’s sure he has a secure hold on it. 

You take your pumpkins and Gale takes his as you all move to the front door of the tower, moving slowly to keep the candles lit. 

“Be careful Cas,” you say, following close behind. “You don’t want the candle to blow out, remember?”

“I remember, mum,” he says, “It’s bad luck.”

You nod as Gale reaches out with one hand to open the door for all of you, the cool night air kissing your skin. “That’s right.”

You watch as Cassian moves to set his pumpkin at the top of the stairs right next to the door, turning it this way and that until he’s happy with the placement. You and Gale place yours nearby before locking the door and taking Cassian’s hands in your own. 

Once at the bottom of the stairs, you all turn to look at the small display, the candles flickering gently in the night. Cassian hops impatiently between you and your husband, his little hands squeezing yours tightly. 

“Can we go?” He asks, excitement bleeding into his words. 

You chuckle and nod. “Of course. We wouldn’t want to miss the festivities.”

The three of you walk from your home towards Waterdeeps town square. While the night is celebrated throughout the city, most people gather in the square. Vendors set up to sell food or other festive items and children run around trying to collect as much candy as they can in one night. Even the adults partake in the costumes and activities. You and Gale have dressed up in the past, but this year you decided to forgo a disguise.

Cassian chats animatedly as you make your way down the quiet streets, the sounds of celebration getting louder the closer you get to the center of Waterdeep. His steps get more impatient until eventually, both you and Gale are stumbling to keep up with the energetic child as you finally reach your destination. 

The square is decorated for the holiday, lanterns hanging all around, and some even floating in the air thanks to some other magic wielders. Autumnal colored banners and draping shirt line the various vendor stalls and the fountain at the center, and lively music fills the square as well. 

Cassian breaks away from you and Gale when he spots one of his friends, a little tiefling boy named Allon who looks to be dressed as an owlbear. 

Gale laughs as you both follow him, watching as he embraces his friend before gesturing excitedly at their costumes. “I don’t understand where all that energy comes from - it surely doesn’t come from me.”

You let out a chuckle of your own as you stand a few paces back to let Cassian talk to his friend. “That’s just how children are, I’m afraid. But it dies down. Eventually.” 

Gale just hums quietly in response, watching your son with adoring eyes as he and Allon take turns roaring at each other. 

You remember a time many years ago when Gale told you he didn’t feel like he was father material. Granted it was in the middle of some tumultuous times for everyone, but you had thought he truly meant it. And despite him being overjoyed when you told him you were pregnant with Cassian several years ago you couldn’t help but worry those doubts would creep back in. 

But they never did.

Gale took to fatherhood like a fish to water. Despite it being a learning curve for the both of you, he took everything in stride and a new glow settled into his being. Even in his most dour moods from hours of fruitless research or a failed spell experiment, his face would always light up at the sight of his son. 

This adoration just seemed to grow as Cassian got older, the boy taking after his father in almost everything. You remember thinking that Gale was going to die of happiness when Cassian started to show an affinity for magic and a certain connection to the weave. 

You know he would have been happy even if Cassian showed no interest in the weave or magic in general, but the fact that he does has only pulled the two of them closer. 

“Mr. Dekarios!” 

Allon’s voice pulls you from your reverie, watching as him and Cassian come running up to you and Gale. You look past him to see his parents watching you all and give them a small wave which they return. 

Gale takes his hand from your own as the boy approaches and crouches down to his level.

“Yes, Allon?”

The boy, whose mask is tipped up to sit on top of his head, looks slightly sheepish as he looks at Gale.

“Can you show me that magic trick again?” He asks politely.

Gale feigns to think for a moment, hand on his chin as he scratches his beard. “Do you mean this one?”

With a flick of his wrist and a faint purple aura, Gale produces a small foil wrapped chocolate in the palm of his hand just to the side of Allon’s face. The tiefling giggles in delight before snatching the candy and stuffing it in his mouth. 

You hear a small gasp come from behind him as his mother approaches, placing a hand on his shoulder. 

“Allon, what do you say?”

His eyes widen as he speaks around the chocolate in his mouth. “-‘fank you.”

Gale laughs before pulling two more chocolates from his robe and handing them to him. “You’re most welcome.”

Allon’s mother gives you both a small apology before leading her son back to where her husband stands. 

Gale’s trick for Allon starts to attract a small crowd of children, all of them begging to see him do more tricks and other magical displays. Your wizard stands next to you as the gaggle grows, a huge grin splitting his lips as he complies with the tiny demands. 

He pulls candy out of thin air, handing them to the small grabby hands that reach out before moving to pull hard candy’s from behind some children’s ears or even making them appear right in their pockets. You watch from a few feet away, as Cassian fights his way to the front of the crowd. Gal hoists him into his arms and pauses his display as yours son leans in to whisper in his ear. 

Gale’s eyes light up, and he nods. “That sounds like a grand idea, Cassian. Would you like to help me?”

At the prospect of helping his father with magic, Cassian nods fervently, his mask shaking funnily on his face. Gale instructs the other children to back up just a few feet before setting Cassian down beside him. He turns to face him and takes his little hands in his own, palms facing up. 

“Now, remember,” he instructs gently, “You have to think about it very hard, try to picture it in your head.”

Cassian nods firmly, and you can practically picture the look of serious determination on his face.

Gale continues. “And remember, do not be discouraged if it does not work because…”

“I’m still learning and mistakes are okay,” Cassian recites the words Gale tells him so often. 

Gale smiles, squeezing Cassian’s hands. “That’s right. Now, are you ready?”

Cassian nods again and Gale turns to face the small crowd, which has now grown to include adults as well. You’ve now moved to join the crowd a few paces back from the front row of children in order to watch your family. You bite the inside of your cheek, hoping that Cassian isn’t nervous in any way. 

Gale places both hands out in front of him, palms together and waits as Cassian mimics him. After a moment of concentration he separates his hands to reveal a small area of purple and blue light. You wait for Cassian to do the same but find yourself slightly perplexed when he stays still, his hands held firmly together in front of him.

You watch as Gale whispers something to him before he thrusts his hands skywards ending out a cascade of purple and blue light that settles over the crowd. Moments later you watch as Cassian does the same but instead, pure starlight springs out from his palms, creating a magical night sky above the square as the pinpricks of bright white light settle among the colorful aurora. 

Cheers and gasps of pleasure erupt from the crowd, but you don’t stay to watch their faces as they marvel at the magic. You’re already rushing forward, taking Cassian in your arms as you gasp. 

“Cassian, that was amazing!” You praise, hugging him close before looking at Gale who gazes proudly at his son. “When did you learn to do that?”

Cassian pulls away so he can look at you, tugging his mask up so his brown eyes can look into your own, excitement and utter joy sparkling in his eyes. 

“I’ve been practicing for over a tenday!” He says proudly.

Finally gale approaches, finally free from attention as they all marvel at his handiwork. “It’s true. He would not rest until he was sure he could do it,” he leans in to press a kiss to your cheek. “In fact it was you he wanted to surprise most.”

You smile and turn to look at your son again. “Well consider me surprised,” you tell him before peppering his face with kisses, causing him to squeal. “I’m so, so proud of you, Cas.”

“Muuum!” He whines, causing you to relent in your barage of kisses. 

“Okay, okay,” you say, moving to set him back on his feet. “Why don’t we go explore the rest of the square? I think I saw someone selling cinnamon buns…”

At the mention of his favorite treat, Cassian’s face lights up again and he tugs his mask back down as he grabs your and Gale’s hand in each of his one.

“Yes! Let’s go, let’s go!”

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The moon is high in the sky by the time you three make your way home. Cassian is sound asleep in Gale’s arms, pockets building with candy, and chocolate staining the corners of his mouth. 

You approach the tower soon enough, the facing flicker of three candles greeting you through the carved mouths of the pumpkins. You smile as you make your way up the steps, getting the door for Gale before following them both inside. 

You follow them up to Cassian’s room and help Gale gently remove his costume, careful not to wake him. But despite your best efforts, just as you're tucking him into bed, Cassian stirs awake. 

His eyes flutter slowly as his hands come up to tug the blanket further around him. 

“Did the candles go out?” He asks sleepily. 

You shake your head, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. “Nope. They’re still lit, my love. No bad luck this year.”

Cassian nods before turning onto his side, eyes slipping closed as he falls right back asleep. 

You smile and press another kiss to his forehead, Gale doing the same before blowing out the candles and leaving the room, leaving the door cracked so a small amount of light can filter in from the hallway. 

You both move about readying for bed once Cassian is settled, neither of you speaking as sleep starts to tug at your minds as well. Only when you’re settled beneath the covers with Gale’s arms snaking around you do you finally break the silence. 

“You’re an amazing father,” you tell him softly, lips brushing against his own. 

Gale is silent for a moment, eyes trailing over your face before his eyes slip closed and he pulls you closer, face nuzzling into the crook of your neck. 

“That is praise most high - praise I sometimes still feel unworthy of.”

You shake your head, wrapping around him further. “You deserve that and more, my love.”

He presses a kiss to your neck, the underside of your jaw, before eventually pulling away to capture your lips with his own. It’s a slow, languid kiss, both of you just taking each other in until finally breaking apart and settling against the pillows. 

“I love you,” gale says simply, pressing one last kiss to your cheek. “Thank you, for giving me this. Giving me a family.”

Your heart swells at his words and you move to bury your face in his chest, wanting him as close as possible. 

“I love you too.”

[shadowandlightt]

Of Nightmares and Memories /six/ Azriel X reader

Series Warnings: Kidnapping. Mistreatment. Cursing. Pining. Violence. Depression. Talks of suicide. Eventual smut

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

You toss and turn in your bed, unable to sleep. It seems like no matter how many tonics you tried taking, none of them are going to do their job. Not with Rhys back in the Court of Nightmares with your father, Cassian and Azriel with them as well. 

It always made you anxious when they were away from Valaris, no matter where they were. You knew no one would dare touch them in the Court of Nightmares, but you also knew the roles they had to play. And how taxing it was on all three of your boys. 

Rustling in the hall made you sit up. The house was quiet, no one else was here aside from your mother, who was most likely fast asleep and not pacing outside of your door. Carefully, you got out of bed and reached for the dagger on your nightstand, it had been a gift from Az for your last birthday. 

You weren’t sure what you expected when you opened your door, but it wasn’t Az pacing back and forth like he did before he entered your father’s office. 

“Az?” You question, causing him to pause, “What are you doing out here? Aren’t you meant to be-” 

He rushes forward, grabbing your face in his hands before crashing his lips against yours. You’re taken back for a moment, because he’d never been so forceful with you before. All of his touches were always light and gentle as if he was afraid you might break. But never this…hunger. 

“Az-”

“I flew straight here after we were dismissed,” He says against your lips, “I had to see you.” 

You rub your hands down his arms, trying to calm him, “I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere Az.”

“The things those vile men said-” 

“They always say things,” You can feel your eyes rolling. 

“I wanted to kill them. I should’ve.” 

“Shh,” You whisper, pulling him into your room and shutting the door, “I’m perfectly fine. They can’t so much as put a finger on me. I’m untouchable, remember?” 

His hands wander down your body, “You’re far from untouchable.” 

“Maybe to you.”

He smirks and Cauldron it’s a beautiful sight. You would do anything to see him smirk or smile all of the time. And Mother when he laughs, it's your undoing. But when he sings, and he does for you, you lose all control. 

“I love being able to touch you,” He said gruffly. 

“I love that you love touching me,” You somehow challenge him with the simple sentence. 

Your nightgown leaves little to the imagination as you back away from him towards the bed. You eye him for a moment before holding a hand out in a silent invitation. Maybe not for sex, because you’d never had sex with anyone before, let alone Azriel. But for something else, something far more intimate. Because he hardly slept, let alone with anyone else besides you. 

He toes off his boots and undoes the straps to his various sheaths along his body. You know the look in his eyes. The adrenaline is wearing off and he’s starting to crash. You know he’ll likely be asleep before his head even really hits the pillow. And that’s okay, because you love that he feels so safe with you. 

“I have to leave before the sun is up,” He warns you. 

“I know,” You tug at his hand again, “Just for the night.”

He swallows hard. You aren’t sure how much restraint it takes for him to do this with you, because every time he seems to battle with himself. Yet, he does it anyway. He always seems to find his way back to your bed. 

“I wish I could have the mornings too,” he whispers to you. 

You nuzzle against him and pull him down onto the bed, tangling your legs with his before pulling the covers over both of you. You try to blink away the tears before they fall, because you wish you could have every night and every morning with him. Not just the stolen moments you’ve become so accustomed to. You’re tired of sneaking around Valaris just to have a moment with him. Sure your brother and Cas know, because they’re both nosy busy bodies, but if your father ever found out he would have Azriel killed on sight. Precious Shadowsinger or not. 

“Hush now,” You tell him softly, “We have what we have. And I thank the Mother for it everyday.” 

It’s his turn to nuzzle against you. He kisses your neck before snuggling down into your bed, pulling you on top of him. Your whole body relaxes against him. Because this feels like the most natural thing in the world to you. As if nothing else mattered but him and you. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask him quietly. 

“Not particularly,” he replies with equal softness, “I hate having to go to that place. I’m just thankful you were spared this time.”

“It’s all over now,” You assure him, “Get some sleep. I have no doubt there will be plenty for you to do within the coming days.”

“He’s sending us back to the camps,” He tells you, voice turning cold. 

Your body goes rigid, because you know how much Azirel hates the camps. They all hate them, but Az and Cas especially. You know there’s nothing you can do to stop it, nothing you can do to change your fathers mind. So instead you hold Az even tighter, kissing along his jaw before reaching his lips. 

You kiss him slowly, pouring every ounce of love you feel into it. You haven’t uttered those words to him, but you feel them. So deeply in your chest it nearly hurts. You’re alive with it. As if your love is a living breathing thing that somehow connects the two of you. You revel in it. Because you know that somehow he feels the same way. 

You feel it in every touch. Every kiss. Every stolen moment with him. 

“Sleep now,” You whisper to him. 

Sleep now my love.

“I hate I won’t be here when you wake,” he kisses the top of your head.

“One day,” you promise him, “One day we’ll be free to do as we wish.”

Only that day never came. Because two weeks later you were taken by Tamlin and his brothers. You watched as they cleaved your mother’s wings from her body, and then, only once she was screaming and bleeding out, begging for your life instead of hers, did they remove her head and put her out of her misery. She never knew that you were spared. But not spared in every way. 

They knew you possessed wings too, one of Tamlin’s brothers, the more brutish of them, probably the one next in line to be High Lord, decided to slice into your back for them. As if you had them hidden just behind your skin. You screamed for hours as they flayed your back open. 

Tamlin crudely healed you before they brought you back to the manor house. The glamor Tamlin himself put on you and your rooms were too strong for Rhys to see through. Or maybe he was too preoccupied with killing Tamlin’s father to see through it. Either way, he left without you, which he never would have done had he known you were there. 

Outside, people were gathered for the wedding. Feyre and Tamlin’s wedding. The thought made you want to get sick. You couldn’t imagine her, the wild human who went charging under the mountain, being stuck here to be nothing more than a broodmare. She was already withering away. 

Her wrenching woke you up nightly, although you never heard Tamlin move a muscle. You could gut him for what he was doing to that poor girl. She was slowly suffocating here. You might die here in the Spring Court, but you’d be damned if you let Feyre die here too. 

Ianthe, the bitch herself, reemerged for the wedding. You hoped you’d seen the last of her years ago, when Tamlin turned her down the last time. But it seemed she found a way to weave her way back into Spring. Anothing thing to make you sick. 

You watch, eyes wide as Feyre appears, looking like the ridiculously frilly dolls you had as a small child. The aisle is laden with red rose petals, despite the fact you heard Feyre beg for no red anywhere near the day. You wondered if she looked at it and saw blood.

She takes one step, and then another, but never makes it to the dais where Tamlin is waiting with an open hand. Ianthe is trying to coax her towards them. Saying ridiculous things that make you grind your teeth together. 

But Feyre is not moving. You can’t see her face, but you can feel her panic. The sheer panic that’s ripping through her as easily as that damned wyrm would have Under The Mountain. You wish you could leave the room and help her, take her anywhere but here, but you’re stuck. Bound to stay in the room thanks to warding Tamlin set upon it days ago. He claimed it was to keep you out of trouble, but really it was to save his own skin. There are too many people from too many courts, if one of them was to see you, and mention something to Rhys, Tamlin would be dead. 

You can almost hear Feyre praying for someone to help her, before a thunderous crack shakes the very earth. Darkness pools just feet from Feyre and your brother steps out from it. You loosen a breath you weren’t even sure you were holding. He could take her away, even if just for a week, but the wedding wouldn’t go through. Feyre would be safe for a week. Well looked after under Rhys’ supervision, maybe she would even eat something while she was there. 

He would take her to the Moonstone Palace, above the Court of Nightmares, it was the safest place for her. It wouldn’t reveal too much about the court, and wouldn't show her anything of importance. But most importantly, it would keep her above ground, where she could breathe.

Even with your fae hearing, you couldn’t hear what Rhys was saying. Your hands were pressed to the glass, begging for him to somehow see you and bring you with him. But he reached for Feyre in one quick moment and they were gone. 

It took Tamlin all of five minutes to storm into your rooms. You opened your mouth to say something smart and snarky, but the back of his hand collided with your face, sending you flying backwards. 

A metallic taste fills your mouth as you fight the urge to spit the blood out. You push yourself up onto your hands, and look up. Tamlin is seething, angrier than you’d ever seen from him. And you pride yourself on being able to make him extremely angry. You’d forced those claws to come out more than once, made him explode several times over the hundreds of years that you’d been here. You were very proud of it. But this was new. 

“I’ll kill the both of you,” He hissed. 

“I’d like to see you try,” You laugh, blood coating your teeth from where your lip had split, “Killing me might be easy, thanks to how weak you like to keep me, but killing him? No, not even you could manage that, oh High Lord.”

“Even a High Lord can be killed,” He seethes. 

“Perhaps, but even with your full power, you couldn’t kill Rhys. He would mist you before you got the chance,” You tell him, still grinning wildly, “But by all means, go ahead and kill me. My life was over the moment you stole me.”

“I saved you,” He moves back to hit you once more, “And for what? You’re nothing. Your own brother doesn’t care that you live. You stood in front of him and he didn’t even notice.” 

You feel that blow harder than any physical blow he could have dealt you. Because it’s true, Rhys never noticed. He had three months since Amerantha had been killed, and he hasn’t come for you. Your escape plan hadn’t worked, because he hadn’t even noticed that you were right there in front of him. Have you changed so much? 

“I think letting you live with the knowledge that he doesn't care is better than killing you outright,” It was Tamlin’s turn to laugh now, “His precious sister, the one he killed for, right under his nose the entire time. How pathetic.”

You make a wounded sort of noise. 

“Yes, letting you live with that truth is far greater,” Tamlin seemed to agree with himself, “Let’s see how you do locked away until he returns Feyre to me.” 

“One day Tamlin, I will help rip you limb from limb,” You promise, “One day.”

“Keep telling yourself that, Little Star,” He spits the old nickname at you.

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[notyourhetloki]

Ken's NSFW Alphabet

Reader: gender neutral

/NSFW Ken x Reader/

A/N: You know what? I ALWAYS wanted to make one of these... I literally have no excuse for it I just need him carnally ok pls don't judge me NSFW Alphabet originally found here.

Warnings: this Ken has genitals lol, top!Ken, lots of sex talk, no images just text, very explicit!

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

I think Ken would be a very caring lover, making sure you had everything you needed and that includes aftercare! He would draw a trail of kisses down your body to your legs, massaging them while asking if you're ok, then would take you in his arms and keep you there for all the time you needed. Ken would even clean you up if necessary, joining you in a nice shower, combing your hair... Yeah, he's the KING of aftercare!

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I think Ken really like his arms, they're amazing to show off his muscles and strength and even better for carrying you around!

And his favorite part about you is definitely your beautiful face! But most especially, your lips. Ken loves when you kiss him all over his body, it never fails to make him shiver.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically...)

Well, because he's a doll, I don't believe there would be a risk of diseases or pregnancy (particularly if you live in Barbieland/are a doll as well) so… yeah he would cum inside you pretty much every time. The feeling of you around him while he cums is intoxicating enough, but he would make exceptions for when you asked him to cum over your face… that vision was also fantastic.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Ken has a very big fantasy of fucking you while he wears his mink, or seeing you suck him off while he wears it… anyway, he wants to wear the mink!! But he feels a little silly about it…

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Before you, I don't think he had any experience, really. He knew about sex from the media he consumed (he even read a few books on it, out of curiosity) but sex was not really a priority especially in Barbieland. That is until he visited the Real World and you showed up...

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Cowgirl/boy. Ken loves to have you on top, seeing you bounce on top of him while he grabs your waist is SUCH a turn-on. And that way you also could control the pace... yeah, he adores it.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

It depends... are you making love after a whole day spent together? Yeah, he could be goofy, wanting to see you laugh at every opportunity he can. But are you fucking after spending the day apart, needy and desperate? No time for joking around.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He's a doll so I'm pretty sure he's just shaved down there... nothing really to be worried about!

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

Ken is so needy... so needy he would embrace you during the whole thing if he could. He's the type of guy who says "I love you" during sex, and he's ok with it! As long as you say it back... and you always say it back.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Masturbating was not really a thing dolls did, but he would do it occasionally out of curiosity. And after you came around, he couldn't help himself a few times... humping a pillow before sleep and dreaming about your body. Yeah, he masturbated quite a lot then, thinking about you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

PRAISE KINK this one's obvious… the guy could nut only from being praised if you took the time to do it. If you praise him during sex while looking him in the eyes, oh… his cock immediately twitches in anticipation. It's adorable, actually.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Because he's very jealous and protective of you, he only does it inside of your house (or his mojo dojo casa house) somewhere no one can see you, so yeah… not very adventurous in that aspect.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Besides the praise, just... being your boyfriend. Matching clothes with you, holding your hand... kissing you immediately turns him on, and being called names like "baby", "love", "blondie" makes him go wild. He just loves the attention and of course, loves when you're turned on as well.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

I don't think Ken would enjoy rougher sex... don't get me wrong, he can definitely pick up a fast pace from time to time, but... ROUGH as in, slapping you, calling you names... nuh-uh, he don't likey. He hates the possibility of hurting you in any way.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Ken honestly doesn't have a preference. He loooves eating you out/sucking you off and the praise that comes with it, making sure you finish so he can taste you. But oh, there's something just as endearing in the wet sounds you make while sucking him, the feeling of your lips tightly around his dick... oof! He loves both ways!

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

At the very first time you had sex I think Ken would be slow and not really in rhythm, so overwhelmed by the sensation of being with you… So you'd have to take control and guide him. He would eventually get the hang of it, and the more confident he became, the faster he went. So yeah, when he's feeling sentimental he goes slow, taking his time with you. But if he's feeling confident, he likes to show off and fuck you raw.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He's pretty neutral about quickies, I mean... Ken likes taking his sweet time with you, but if you're both feeling naughty and there's not really much time, he would definitely go for it!

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Hmm, I would say he's not really into taking risks. Ken probably waits for you to suggest something before he suggests it himself. He doesn't want to scare you off or anything like that.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

Baby, he's a DOLL... He can go as many times as you desire! LOL But oh, on the first few times you had sex, he didn't last very long... he was too overwhelmed but soon he felt better! Now he lasts a reaaally long time.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Not sure if there are sex toys in Barbieland, but if yes, sure! He would definitely have a vibrator to use on you. Anything that helps you cum is a treasured tool for him, because getting you to cum is his top priority during sex!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Besides lasting for an absurd amount of time, he loooves to tease as well. Kissing and softly biting on your skin before slowly going down on you, looking up at you with puppy eyes while humming and moving his tongue around your sex... yeah, he's a tease.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Fuck, Ken's loud. He learned to tone it down a bit by muffling his sounds with his hand, but he continues to be a loud moaner. He whines and groans a lot, too... calling your name while being super vocal. "Oh, my... yes. Yes, (Y/N). Please don't stop, ah..."

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Ken still gets emotional every time you make love, holding your face while kissing you deeply, your bodies moving in tandem feeling so good he could cry. He probably did cry the first time, but now he holds back trying to not seem too sappy.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants.)

I MEAN... hear me out. I think he's pretty damn hot, like... maybe around 7 inches? And like, girthy as well LOL He's a dooooll he has to have a pretty perfect dick, right??? (don't look at me)

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Again, not really high before you came around. Now he thinks about sex all the time, looking for excuses to be alone with you and get his hands all over your body. 

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Ken would make sure you were fine (and had finished), do some aftercare if needed and then he would fall asleep rather quickly, rolling over into a little spoon so you could hold him. In your arms, he feels safe and sound.

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[simbouquet]

TS3: re:Cerberus – Default Replacement Eye Mesh & Textures

This is a little project I’ve been working on for the past month: a complete default replacement for the eye mesh and textures for Sims of all ages and genders. I realize it’s a bit niche and very specific to my personal taste, but I’m very happy to share it. 🙂

The name is a callback to an old piece of CC I made back in 2022, my first eye texture replacement, which I wound up disliking for a number of reasons and ultimately deleted from my blog.

More info and download under the cut!

Overview

I prefer for my Sims’ eyes to have smaller, more realistic looking irises. There are quite a few options out there, but I’ve never been 100% satisfied with how they looked.

On one hand, the vanilla EA eye mesh tends to stretch smaller eye textures, making them look slightly squared, and the occult eye glow creates an unsightly outline where the original texture would be.

On the other hand, aWT’s default replacement mesh does a good job at reducing the textures, but comes at the cost of sacrificing things like catchlights and occult eye effects. Buhudain does have a version of this mesh that restores them, but the catchlights can look a little wonky or jagged at times since the mesh wasn’t really intended to be used with them anyway.

Moreover, those defaults only had a LOD0, so in some cases where the game would use LOD1 in a few situations such as generating certain thumbnails, the vanilla EA eye mesh with massive irises would show up.

With all this in mind, I decided to try my hand at making my own version and ended up with a new mesh based on aWT’s eyes, which features the following:

A natural looking globe-like shape as opposed to a perfect sphere, which @justmiha97 helped me massively with. Though not 100% realistic, I do like the effect it gives and it doesn’t look weird or out of place.

Reduced iris size, pretty much the same as aWT’s mesh.

Slightly smaller catchlights, which I find pretty cute.

Available for all Sims, Toddler to Elder.

Includes LODs 0 and 1, allowing players on lower settings to use these replacements as well besides being cohesive where the game uses LOD1.

Lower poly than aWT’s mesh, but still a little higher than EA’s, thanks to @thornowl nearly halving the poly count from 608 to 320 triangles. See a comparison below.

EA’s mesh: 192 poly for Child thru Elder; 72 poly for Toddler. aWT’s mesh (+ Buckley’s Toddler & Child conversion): 540 poly for all ages. My mesh: 320 poly for all ages.

For the textures, I edited escand’s beautiful Tiffany Glaze eyes, which I’d already been using on EA’s mesh for quite a while. I made the texture a bit larger, similar to EA’s default size, so that it won’t look too small on my mesh, and made some other small modifications to the texture.

I’ve included a replacement for the face overlay for all ages, which combines textures from @potatobuttcheek’s Eyelashes N1, @aikea-guinea’s teeth and missy harries’ sclera. The overlay also gets rid of the lip tint for female Sims and the sclera has a tiny bit of transparency that blends in subtly with the Sim’s skin color. It’s a neat little effect EA used with their own sclera texture, but I hadn’t seen it replicated in many other defaults.

Previews

CAS preview of EA eye colors on the re:Cerberus mesh and textures.

In-game previews of the eyes in light colors, dark colors and with occult effects.

All previews use my Eye Shader Tweaks and VirtualHugs’ ColorLash + Judson’s Bottom Eyelashes.

Compatibility & Known Issues

The mesh and textures are currently default replacements only. I don’t use contacts in my game, so I haven’t made a non-default version.

You can mix and match by using my mesh with other textures, or using my texture on a different mesh. For reference, my mesh reduces eye textures to about the same size as aWT’s mesh.

My mesh uses SimEyes shaders because I wanted to retain the catchlights and occult effects. I haven’t made a SimSkin version, but you can easily change the shader of the GEOM resources using s3pe if you really want to.

My mesh is incompatible with aWT’s eye sliders; they will not look right if you use them because they’re made specifically for aWT’s eye mesh. I’ve never really used these sliders so I haven’t looked into making them compatible.

My texture is incompatible with Gruesim’s heterochromia eye mesh. It will look bad if you try to use them together.

The occult eye glow is a mess by EA’s design. The effect is slapped on the eye mesh without any awareness as to where the iris is actually placed; in fact, it’s not even aligned correctly on their own eyes. I hope to be able to fix this one day and make it work properly with any eye textures, but shader modding is not an easy or fast task, so please bear with me.

Download: SFS / MTS

Place the .package files in your Packages or Overrides folder.

Credits & Thanks

s3pe: Exporting/Importing resources, creating the package file.

Blender: Creating the eye mesh.

Adobe Photoshop 2024: Editing the texture, creating the preview images.

aWT’s Eye Mesh: Basis for my mesh edit.

Buckley’s Toddler & Child Conversion of aWT’s Eye Mesh: Used as a reference for the positioning of my toddler and child mesh.

escand’s Tiffany Glaze eyes: Basis for my texture edit.

potatobuttcheek’s Eyelashes N1: Used in my face overlay.

Aikea Guinea’s Multifoiled eyes: Source for the teeth texture used in my face overlay.

missy harries’ EA Face Overlay fix: Source for the sclera texture used in my face overlay.

Thank you to @justmiha97 and @thornowl for their contribution to the mesh. ❤️

Thank you to @probablyzora’s Zoe Saora for modeling the occult eyes! 💋

[revengeghoulette]

Matcha Latte w/ Rose

Part 1: The Meet Cute, Barista Swiss x Professor Mountain

Part 2 3

Playlist: The Rosy Crown

I’ve had this idea written down since February, because a friend made me a matcha latte with oat milk and a splash of rose and I was like yup this is definitely Them. I also definitely did not describe my dream of owning a book & coffee shop.  No mentions of matcha this part, but definitely next part. Divider by @ghuleh-recs

@divine-misfortune bc i really enjoyed your tags :) @obsidianghoul, @gottagho-st @foxybouquet @rainsbasspick @hypnoneghoul bc Swissalps

Slightly edited, might go back in and edit some more

Swiss works at a quiet little bookstore and coffee shop owned by an elderly couple. They’ve been training him to take over the business since they're too old to be doing this sort of thing, and want to leave it to a local who will take care of their business. He’s always wanted to be a businessman and run a little local shop. A safe space for all the so-called weirdos in the community, especially the college kids trying to figure out who they are. Fresh baked goodies round the clock, fresh coffee, a bookstore with an upstairs quiet area for studying with sleeping pods in case anyone needs a place for the night, or just needs a nap. 

Once he officially became the owner, he changed its name to Rosy Crown Bookshop and Cafe. He hired a few teens, a handful of part-time college kids, and his friends Mist and Sunny, who help run the bookshop side of things and do other management stuff. 

Swiss enjoys working as a barista and running the cafe. He enjoys seeing all the new faces at the start of the semester, but mostly, he enjoys the fact that his coffee shop is the go-to study place. He also hosts study sessions, trivia nights, and other little destressors for students. During midterms and finals, the cafe would be open 24/7 for those procrastinators and extreme studiers. Mist, Sunny and Swiss don’t mind staying open for them and working long hours. 

The start of a new semester was around the corner. New faces were slowly starting to roll in, exploring the bookshop, trying the seasonal drinks, and a few asking for employment. Many nervous freshmen calm down after chatting with Swiss, knowing they have a safe space to come to for studying.

Swiss was finishing opening the coffee shop when he walked in. He’s tall, slender, wears glasses, tousled reddish brown hair that matches the autumnal leaves outside. Swiss was taken aback by this beautiful man… wait no. Ghoul? There’s a certain scent to him. He was too distracted to notice that he was ringing the bell for assistance. Snapping out of it, Swiss walks behind the counter to take his order. 

“Hi, welco-” Swiss starts, but never finished.

The man looks up the menu, only to say “12 oz drip coffee.” 

Swiss is shocked at the man’s abruptness, “oh sure, name?” 

“Mmmm…ark. Mark,” the hottie answers with some hesitation. 

Swiss smiles because it reminds him of those customers that like to make up names for their orders like Obi Wan or Rapunzel, “Mark?”

“Yes, I’m sorry, ca-can we rush this? I’m late for my first day,” the ghoul man stammers out

“You got it!” 

Swiss turns around to fill a cup with drip coffee. Before handing the cup over, he scribbled out a little message on the sleeve, “Good luck” 

“Here you go, on the house,” Swiss slides the coffee across the counter. 

“No, I have to pay,” he insists, fishing for his wallet in his messenger bag. 

“Mark, I’m serious. It’s on the house. Now go before you're even more late,” Swiss shoos him away playfully. 

The day goes on smoothly, but Swiss couldn’t get Mark’s smile out of his mind. 

“Whatcha doin’ there Swissypoo,” Mist pokes Swiss while he’s staring off into the distance as she wraps her apron around her waist. 

“Huh? Oh, nothing,” Swiss tries to play it off. Mist chuckles because she doesn’t believe him, but won’t push it. 

The entrance bells ring announcing the arrival of a customer.  Swiss stands up a little taller, and dusts off his apron. Mist looks between the customer and Swiss. There’s something there, so she hangs back, refilling the caramel sauce squeeze bottle, watching them interact. 

“Hi, welcome back,” Swiss smiles at the man. 

The man in front of him looks almost embarrassed, apologetic, “Hi, I’m- uh, sorry about um earlier.”

“Don’t worry about it, I understand,” he brushes him off. 

“I’ve felt bad all day so I thought I’d come and buy a little celebratory pastry,” the stranger flashes him a smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling a little bit. 

“How did today go?”

“It was actually pretty good, thank you. Can I get a slice of the carrot cake please. Can you make it to go?” 

“Absolutely,” Swiss grabs the slice and places it on a box, scribbling ‘For surviving the day’ on the lid before handing to him, “Here you are.”

“Thank you! I’m Mark, by the way. I know I told you earlier, but I wanted to properly introduce myself.”

“Nice to meet you, Mark. My friends call me Swiss.” Swiss extends his hand for a hand shake and Mark meets his hand, static shocking both of them. 

Mist was right, there was something there. She was definitely going to question Swiss once this guy leaves. 

“What the fuck was that?” Mist pushes Swiss to the back of the house, slapping his arm. 

Laughing, Swiss pushes Mist away by pushing her forehead, “What do you mean?”

“Dude, sparks were literally flying. C’mon spill.” 

“Nope! My shift is over, BYE!”

With that, Swiss takes off his apron, and leaves the shop. Mist is flabbergasted by what just happened. 

Mark came in every morning that week to get coffee before jetting off to work. Everyday Swiss would write a little something on the sleeve of the coffee cup, or on the napkin with his pastry. Mark has never mentioned them, but Swiss is hopeful he saw them. 

It’s Saturday, and he’s not expecting to see Mark, but it’s a nice surprise to see him walk in and take a seat at one of the corner tables. After setting his bag down, he walks up to the counter. 

“Hi,” he whispers.

“Well, hello stranger. Can I get you your usual?” Swiss asks as he’s about to turn around. 

“No, actually. I was wondering if you could make me your favorite drink. I don't usually drink like those fancy coffee drinks, but my TA was giving me shit for always drinking the same thing, so I wanted to explore different caffeinated drinks, I guess, and I didn’t know where to go, so I figured since we kind of have a rapport I could ask you. Oh my goodness, I'm rambling, I'm sorry!” 

Swiss smiles kindly at him, chuckles a bit. “TA? Are you a teacher?” 

“I��m a professor at the local university,” Mark explains. 

“Emeritus Tech? I graduated from there! But yes, why don’t you go sit down, and I'll make you something” 

Mark takes a seat and pulls out his laptop and a book. Swiss returns with a latte. 

“This here is a vanilla latte. Everyone says ‘it's basic,’ but it’s a good beginner coffee drink if you’re just starting to explore the coffee world. You can change the flavoring and the type of milks used. It’s vanilla flavoring, a shot of espresso, and milk with some foam on top,” Mountain lifts an eyebrow at the design on top, “It’s a swan,” Swiss answers his unspoken question, flashing him a smile, “I used oat milk because I find that it gives it a creamier, slightly thicker consistency. Enjoy. I’ll make my rounds.” 

Swiss leaves Mark to his own devices, but he watches him from behind the bar. Mark takes a cautious sip from the mug, closing his eyes and savoring the taste. He didn’t know coffee could taste so good. He just stuck to drip, because he was too scared to order or make different drinks. 

As the afternoon crowd slowly started to leave, Swiss began cleaning around, organizing shelves and restocking books and coffee supplies. Mark’s eyes would often wander to Swiss. He’d catch him dancing, humming to himself, reading the summaries of books before shelving them. Mark was entranced by Swiss’ silly little shenanigans.  

Mark stayed late to finish his lesson plans. Swiss occasionally brings him water, or a sweet treat against Mark’s wishes, but he still eats them. Mark wraps up his plans, grabs his things and leaves, waving goodbye to Swiss. 

Swiss switches off the open sign after staying open an extra hour just for him. He grabs a rag and a bin to clean off the table Mark was sitting at when he finds something scribbled out on a napkin. 

“Thank you for all the notes on my coffee and pastries. Call me -M” with his number written below. 

A giant smile forms on his face, he looks at the note again because he doesn’t believe it real. He’s so happy and excited that his tail unglamours and wags with happiness. 

From across the street, Mark watches as Swiss’ tail wags, admiring the dimples on his face. He’s so beautiful, Mark thinks. 

Swiss finishes closing duties and gives Mark a call after locking the door, to keep him company while he walks home. 

“Hello?” a groggy voice answers 

“It’s Swiss, sorry is this too late? I can call at a different time.” Swiss starts to panic, scared he woke him up. 

“No, no. It’s okay. I was just dozing off on the couch. I- I, thanks for calling, I-” Mark breaks out into a quiet giggle, “Oh this is dumb, but I wanted to hear your voice,” Swiss blushes hearing Mark say that, “Oh, also, you have a cute tail.”

“Wait. You saw that?!” Swiss is shocked. He thought he was alone, or at least, didn't think anyone would be paying attention to him. 

“Sure did, and my name's Mountain, not Mark, and I also have a tail.”

Swiss is relieved by the confirmation that he’s also a ghoul. 

“Mountain… I like it. It suits you.”

They talk as Swiss makes his way home, and late into the night, way beyond their bedtimes, and fall asleep on the call. 

After that phone call, Mountain went to the coffee shop every day before and after work. He’d sit in his usual spot and do some grading, or read a book while waiting for Swiss to get off work. 

Mountain’s become a regular, and the employees start to recognize him and his order, as well as some of his students. The coffee shop has become a secondary office where students stop by just to ask him clarifying questions, or sometimes they’ll set up a meeting to discuss larger topics. 

He’s met Sunny and Mist during the shift overlap, and they sometimes sit with him to keep him company when work is slow. They all know they’re ghouls living amongst humans. 

Sunny loves to discuss books. Keeps him updated on the latest book releases and also customer drama. Mountain is a big time consumer of customer drama. In return, he gossips about his students.

They’ve also discussed hosting some sort of reading or book program in collaboration with the bookshop. Talks about hosting Q&A’s with a variety of subjects have come up. 

On a quiet Friday night, when Swiss’ shift ends, Mountain walks him to his apartment as per the routine now. Once at the entrance, Swiss turns to him and meets his eyes. 

“I want to ask you something,” Swiss starts. Mountain waits for him to continue

“Would you, maybe, want to go out with me?” 

Mount eagerly smiles and nods, “I’ve been waiting for you to ask, and if you didn’t do it this weekend, I was going to ask. Yes, Swiss, I’d love to go out with you.” 

“Would you wanna come in? Stay the night perhaps? We can watch a movie, and have some frozen pizza? Neither of us have work tomorrow, and we can sleep in?”

“I-” Mountain starts, but is met with Swiss’ puppy eyes, “I can stay, yes.”

Swiss sighs in relief, grabbing hold of Mountain's hand, guiding him inside the building while rambling on about tonight's plans. Mountain laughs, squeezing Swiss hand a little tighter, sending a little thank you to whatever god made this happen.

Part 2: The Date... coming soon.

[jensensitive]

I am obsessed with the way in which you draw Dean. You have his features nailed to perfection - somehow your Dean looks even more Dean than Dean in the show, because you exaggerate everything that makes him HIM. It's truly breathtaking <3 Any advice on how to get those features so flawless?

This is so so nice, thank you so much 😭💕💕💕

Honestly Dean is like my go-to thing to draw basically, and has been for many years, like I have to try to refrain myself from just drawing Dean again sometimes. He's like probably half of how I've learned to draw at all. So there's definitely practice there.

That said, I did not immediately have much of answer to this. It's like, his face is just his perfect, beautiful face, and then I try to draw that. 😅

So I drew some Dean to figure out what it is I do, so thanks for the excuse to draw more Dean lol

Extensive answer under the cut

If you're drawing something realistic from reference, for Dean you kind of have two options, you can either get a screencap that's closer up so you can see details better, but the top of his head is cut off, or you can get one where you can see less details but his whole torso is in frame. It can be weirdly difficult to guess at where the top of his head is sometimes, and you don't need details to capture a likeness, I think it was Sargent that said that the shape of the head is actually the most important aspect in capturing a likeness, so it's something to keep in mind. On the other hand, if you want to look at his pretty eyelashes while you draw him, you might want something closer up. (An understandable impulse).

Another thing is just to look for a reference that you really like, contrasty light and shadow are also great to look for. It's difficult to create a great drawing without them, but also it will illustrate the structure of his head best too. Look for shadow shapes you want to draw. If a reference is too dark (as it often is, because it's supernatural), edit it so you can actually see what you're drawing lmao.

I took a bunch of random screencaps of 11x02-- as random as I could, normally I'd just take screencaps of what I already kind of like, but I tried to just get all of it so you can see what I'm not choosing. (also couldn't help taking some cas ones when the lighting was going really hard)

I love a profile, I love a 3/4 view, I love when his eyes are like half open. His face was kinda giving towards the end of this episode.

Hopefully you can see them well enough. The mass ideas are more important for picking at impactful reference, but ofc I'm also trying to avoid any where he's making a dumb face or it's blurry. Sometimes that's only evident when I open it bigger, but that's okay, we have a bunch to pick from.

a. This one is one I picked out because it's an interesting angle, and I'd definitely do a little study of it, but because the lighting is so soft, it probably wouldn't be super interesting.

b. I like this one, the face he's making is hilarious, and I like the rhythm of his hand, but if I were to draw it, I might draw a fourth finger, otherwise it might look strange. So keep that in mind too, if it looks odd in the reference, it will look odd in the drawing, so unless you're confident that you can effectively change it, pick a different reference or find a second reference to help you change it.

c. This lighting's more dynamic, and I like his expression.

d. Would be hard to pick between these. This one's 3/4 and has a nice eyelash shadow, and I love the shape of his eye when it's downturned.

e. Shoutout to the shape of Jensen's brow when he looks down gotta be one of my favorite genders. + subtle Rembrandt lighting. Lovely.

f. This one is so good. Overhead lighting getting a shadow from his ear in a sideview, defining the jaw in an interesting way. Great expression. It's a bit strange, the way he's looking to the side, so it might be hard to draw convincingly, but would be worth it if I could do it. The shadow from the hair defining the shape of the brow. The light on the cheek defining the slight eyebag. The reflected light under the eye, the light landing on the nose. Would probably change the hair a bit because it looks a bit odd at this angle in this lighting, and if drawn like this it would probably look at bit block-like.

g. More rembrandt lighting. Shoutout to the shadow that this upper lip casts on his lower lip. Shoutout to the shadow his lower lip casts on his chin. Shoutout to the line of light defining his neck. Shoutout to the shape of his brow and forehead.

h. The rhythms here are chefs kiss-- the shadow line diagonal from the corner of his hairline to the corner of his brow echoed by the shadow line diagonal of his cheekbone, then that second line following through to the line of light on his neck that curves the other way.

i. This one's kinda boring wrt lighting, but it's an interesting enough angle to do a study of.

I'm going with screencap c because it's gonna work well to effectively illustrate the basic structure of how I construct his features. It's not directly straight-on, so the form isn't lost, but it's straight enough on to properly show our proportions.

For supplies here, I'm just using a soft charcoal pencil, I just use the kinda cheap ones (currently Markart) cause I actually like them better than General's. And it's on smooth newsprint. I just get it in a big thing of 500 sheets. Not archival but it's a cheap thing that's incredibly enjoyable to draw on. Pink Papermate eraser and a kneaded eraser. The pen I use at one point for some reason is a red Pentel RSVP ballpoint I think, although I actually prefer a Bic.

1. So first thing I block in that main shape, in this case, his head and shoulders. I also have to draw in the hairline at the same time, cause I can't figure it out otherwise. He's got kind of pointy ears. The collar of his jacket often comes up pretty high on the back of his neck. He's got a distinctive hairline that I think can go a long way to showing it's Dean, it's worth taking note of. It swoops to our left, and then the corner (I guess?) of his hairline will line up with the corner/arch of his brow. And don't draw the hairline as an unbroken line, but several lines with some room to breathe. His shoulders are pretty straight and broad, but about three heads across which is pretty normal.

2. Next what I think about is the shape of the eyesockets and the line of the brow. This bit will go a ways for conveying Dean's expression, because he has a wide range from light and happy to horribly scowly that's in the brows. You don't have to define the exact line of the brow at this moment, blocking in the general line is fine just to have an idea of where it lands. You can go back later and refine it. I also find where the bottom lid lands. In my brain it makes a shape like what I've drawn. I might not draw it just like this, but even if I don't, this is the shape I'm thinking about. The line from the end of his eyebrow to his bottom lid is a fave, sometimes you can see it on him, especially at an angle, and it's real pretty.

3. Next I find where the bottom of his nose lands, it's about double the length of the eyesocket. And the line under his bottom lip, about halfway between his nose and the bottom of his chin. These measurements are pretty average measurements for a face. I didn't give myself enough room for his chin initially, so I moved it down to fix it. Also adjusted his face very slightly wider on the right side, cause it's looking a bit narrow.

4. I added some of our shadow shapes. This is where finding a reference with well-defined shadows will be very helpful. And I sketched in the clothes cause why not. The clothes don't have to be perfect, who cares, Dean's collar is not our point of interest lol. The shadow on the neck will probably be slightly curved because of the roundness of the neck. If it's not, you might want to make it curve slightly anyway just to help define the form. I blocked in where the eyes are.

eyes: For Jensen's lovely eyes, they have a specific shape that is so nice to draw, especially at certain and angles and with certain expressions. But basically the top lid is more angular and can be almost boxed off at the end, and the line from the corner of the eye to the lashes is an s-curve that's higher in the middle. Again, not unusual features in drawing a face, but such pretty examples. The shadow that his lower lid casts (or his makeup idk?) is often dark enough to look vaguely like eyeliner. Jensen's lower eyelids, an underrated part of Jensen. His eyebrows are thicker in the middle and sparser on the ends.

5. Next I found the corners of the lips. This is an important aspect in the way I draw mouths. Sometimes I just draw them with dots where the corners of the lips are, a curve where the lips part in the middle, a shadow under the bottom lip, and the curve of the cupid's bow. (This is seen below in 6) I think I also adjusted the bottom lip shadow here. Straight-on, the middle of his lips is slightly higher than the corners, but of course, this will change when not straight-on, depending on if we're looking up or down at his mouth. I also sketched in the nose shape. The ridge of his nose has a nice subtle bump, and then the ball of his nose is very slightly squared off I think, from a front-facing perspective, I feel like. And I drew in his slightly drawn brows. Just pay attention to the angles in your reference, because the expression, the perspective and the angle of the head can impact it. But of course generally, drawn down in the middle, furrowed = scowly; drawn up, unfurrowed = happy.

nose: I prefer drawing his nose in profile. And who wouldn't, look at it! The slight curve of the bridge and then the ball of the nose. I will exaggerate this a little sometimes, just because it's fun and I like it. I couldn't find a reference, but from below, you can see the shape of the bottom of his nose, it dips in the middle a bit more than average. Drawing the bottom of the nose is often a delicate balance between shadow and reflected light. I love keeping it light, save for the nostrils, but then the shadow under the nose can be important too. Sometimes it's just a stylistic choice. Note that there's a plane change between the side of the nose and the cheek. (I think I drew his nose too upturned here, but the general idea is still there)

6/mouth: In drawing the mouth, the top line of the upper lip looks more rectangular at the ends, increasingly so as it turns away from us, and much less so as it turns towards us. Of course, he has a full upper lip that you can shade as you like. I try to keep it distinct from the shadow of the line of the mouth, and a reflected light on the top lip can be good here too. For the bottom lip, it's always nice to give is some shine with a hard-edge highlight. For the cupid's bow, I try to leave a light between the upper lip and the shadow in the cupid's bow. For some reason I drew the shadow backwards here, but I think it looks fine.

7/ears: I started to shade it, and then I remembered that he has ears. There's a simplified way I draw ears that I like. It's not entirely accurate, because the two shadows at the top are actually usually connected, but I find it a bit distracting that way sometimes, so this is more subtle I guess. In profile, I don't really have a method of drawing it, I just draw whatever the reference gives me or bs it with a similar version of this, depending.

8/hair: My method for drawing his hair is 1) suffer 2) hope and pray. I like to leave a rim light-type deal between the contour/outliine of the hair and the rest of the hair, I feel like it helps define it a bit more. The direction of his hair, and thus the direction of my lines is something like this.

9. And then I more or less just shaded. When shading, it's always good to follow the direction of the plane, and I also alternatively like to shade in the direction that the light is falling to reinforce that gesture, but when I shade a face, I try to shade in the opposite direction of where wrinkles would go, if that makes sense, mostly up and down I guess. This is of course on a case by case basis, like a lot of times, I'll do the forehead horizontally anyway, but it's especially touchy around where the laugh lines of the mouth would be and the neck. And on soft plane changes (and softish hard plane changes), I often shade at a different angle to the main shadow. Shading direction can also delineate different areas of similar tones, like I did with the jacket and the side of the nose. I like to give Dean his eyelash shadow, because he deserves it. I also drew in the eyes, of course. I think I actually tend to shade them backwards, and the light would fall in the opposite direction, so when lit from the right, the right side would be darker, but I just don't draw it that way idk maybe I should.

And there he is, that's our guy!

Normally when I'm drawing, I'm definitely a bit more all over the place, and don't necessarily do things in perfect order. And it's good to move around. I'm probably not going to be shading things before noting where all the features are going to land, but I often am shading something before I've drawn everything. Or end up drawing one eye and then maybe do part of the other and then move to do part of the nose and then sketch in an ear and then maybe notice something's off somewhere and adjust that, etc. Just go with it, have fun, he's got a fun face to draw! 💗

[nightgoodomens]

Can you elaborate your opinion on the coincidence of that BI with DT being in CA, Michael's PR explanation and miserable pics? The fact that Enty picked this very specific Disney story out of all the sus recent accidents sounds like a choice. Or jumping on MS's answer in less than 24h. AFAIK, Enty also gets info from reliable sources, could someone in CA participate in an "act of self-sabotage" to catalyze things? It sounds unlikely cause on the other hand it wouldn't be a good look to coincide coming out with breack ups and I think they know that. It's obvious whatever unhappiness there is between 2 couples( which is being put out, deliberately by themselves) has nothing to do with DT/MS, being poly and happy is a common thing. However, there seem to be separate conflicts between couples which we're not pervy to their nature but they're out there. (G admitted in a written press that she found an identity via social media and now she complains... says something.) As for media picking things up, I'm not sure what it'll take. If it was a hetero situation with 1/10 of the material we have from those two, surely it was the #1 hot gossip everywhere, years ago. I just hope whatever solution they come up with, doesn't smear a beautiful love with unrelated breakups.

Okay so what exactly is going on nobody can say apart from them but let’s just look at the timeline

(This is loooooong)

Since the beginning of GO there has been clear hints that something happened between Michael and David. Then it was made clear that they have gotten much closer during Staged. And then we saw them going a little insane over each other after lockdown all thorough GO2 promo including Michael not stopping on Twitter.

Then GT posts about the child being a drunk accident and MS goes a little nuts on Twitter telling people he sets David on fire fairly regularly, tells one of the major accounts to ask David face to face which part of him is 2% WELSH, and likes half naked GO fanart.

Then he goes dead quiet which was sudden and clearly related.

Then comes back only the moment David is on stage in New York. Quite obviously.

Goes quiet again, we start getting a lot less Good Omens and David content until the unfortunate moment where trolls made him basically quit Twitter for a while.

The answer to his 2% was that David is still thinking about it and he will let him know…

Then this timeline begins:

The infamous Macbeth look of love between the two of them in a room full of people

David arranging Lapland and takes a couple picture with Michael

David arranging BAFTAs to be about him and Michael, making a point of wearing a kilt that’s the main point of focus during the sketch and uses Gaiman’s infamous “wait and see”, from Good Omens, that brought him and Michael together.

Michael making this face after BAFTAs and later stating during his interview “He did good, the boy did good! And he looks good in a kilt doesn’t he?!”

Happy sincere smiles from both.

David promotes Michael’s NYE twice. Shows he’s been there on the opening night - during the day before the show - as he takes a selfie in front of the theatre.

Can you see how much “content” started coming from David for Michael? Now think back to the way Michael snapped at the end of the year and asked him how much of him is his… oh wait sorry what part of him is 2% Welsh. Maybe he wanted more than 2%… maybe the snap was that he didn’t want to be so hidden anymore hence his outburst of basically telling people they’re together. Whatever it was - funny how suddenly David started controlling the narrative.

Anyway

Another selfie on the press night, this time with the “real” Michael. Over the years is a nice hint. Also it starts to become clear that these two do not have an unhappy selfie together, yet Michael makes a point to look miserable with just AL, and David is not only looking more and more miserable with GT, but GT begins post breakup songs. She’s also known for humiliating David to the point of her own kids calling her a creep on video, and we hear him saying “this will never stop” as she videos him without his knowledge again. Or later “Oh god” “no they don’t need to see that”. What a happy chap.

The kilt keeps on getting mentioned by David, after Michael made a point of stating what he thinks about it.

Michael and David keep on bringing up each other in their interviews or media asks them about each other. They’re indeed seem the happiest when it’s about the other one.

GT and AL called them husbands and boyfriends.

Meanwhile:

Now the elephant in the room - the wives.

The wives began the second AL posted her modelling pics which she automatically assured everyone of not being paid for. Darling when you scream before anyone even had a chance to say anything… but this is something about AL - she is so insecure she keeps on snapping at fans and acting defensive regarding herself and her relationship. Which makes no sense considering she’s apparently in a happy happy happy arrangement.

GT was clearly asked to do the PR for her. So what did they do? After years of showing that they’re not even close friends, they called each other wives to mirror the husbands. It was so blatant it made me cringe how quickly their fans jumped on the bullshit that even GT laughed in their faces when she sarcastically replied to the fan “sooo linked.” Fair play, GT, I’d roll my eyes too seeing people eating it up so easily.

Just them on its own wasn’t enough so obviously they based their promotion on their men. Mirroring was awkward because the reason their men are popular is because their chemistry is real which AL/GT obviously don’t have. They knew they won’t stand on their own, hence the “family” (sooo close that David nearly fell off the bench to not touch AL accidentally) and they can be called husbands and boyfriends if they can be called wives, and they can have pics together… but mostly group shops so the women get promoted with them.

Hey, if you ignored them, at least we had lovely MS/DT moments who became a little more public.

It was clear the arrangement was only until BAFTAs - because this was the end.

David did three interesting things that day.

He did massive PR for GT - both magazines and red carpet and a kiss on front of the camera, which I said then will result in a job for her - soon after she announced a new agent - his agent - ding dong.

Then the rest was all Michael and him. Go figure.

And he completely excluded AL.

Next day we learned that Michael excluded AL from The Way. A show that included GT watching an intimate scene between two men who were neighbours. Which Michael and David are confirmed to be.

AL had a bit of a mental breakdown looking for validation on Twitter and Instagram. Obsessively reposting BAFTAs, whining about The Way.

Another blow came when GT cut her out. AL tried to keep the charade going but GT was done.

When GT announced her agent, AL ignored it.

There’s no more “family” things either.

My take is that AL perhaps was meant to have something sorted out for her by BAFTAs, unfortunately her totally not paid for photoshoot that she was totally picked up for… didn’t do the trick. GT got an agent out of David’s PR though.

AL’s heart grows fonder as she realises shit is going down and she starts hardcore convincing everyone that her and MS are happy because no modelling career is happening.

Meanwhile MS stays every night with fans or at the bar to not go home as he contradicts her.

GT meanwhile gets colder regarding David, showing she basically doesn’t give a shit about his accomplishments or tries to put her attention on herself instead. It’s a cold and harsh difference compared to what he did for her at BAFTAs.

Break up songs continue.

Both GT and AL go very quiet on social media. AL posts depressing things, GT is just being an ass about DT.

Both go to separate Disneylands.

Then a few things happen at once:

Neil posts that Michael and David are still very much in love.

David looks depressed as GT posts that picture with “Breakdown” in the background, song about a break up.

Michael struggles through a question about AL - talks about them not looking for it, but -the kids- so it was worth it - refuses to say he loves AL, refuses to say anything about her personally - it’s spoken like a rehearsed statement about an arrangement that at least they both have something out of.

Michael automatically switches to David unprompted - he turns into a sunshine, goes personal about him calling him lovely and very nice, and this is when asked about the rudest actor so also an awkward Q - which he made the most affectionate thing in the world.

Michael also keeps on bringing David up. Constantly.

David still in California.

Enty releases a blind about two men who went to Disneyland separately and one wife and one girlfriend are pushing a narrative of happy families while the men only look happy with each other or while talking about each other.

AL milks Assembly to her advantage for a whole day desperately while Michael stops performing because he’s too sick.

Neil reblogs all the moments Michael spoke about David.

Michael suddenly interacts with fans avoiding thousands of tweets of people totally seeing the love between him and AL (he didn’t use that word).

So what I think… - I don’t think the family unit was ever true. That was just PR to get the women out there. Because when they didn’t need it, it abruptly stopped. Perhaps men thought if these two get work, things will get easier. Unfortunately they’re not most employable.

The problem is that it looks like Michael and David are not happy with their women anymore and it’s bad enough that they’re showing it. The women know - perhaps AL is aware things are ending hence milking it until it gets public that they’re over. GT is hinting hardcore that things are falling apart - but are they going to sort it out or not? What stage these two couples are actually at - I don’t know.

Is David so unhappy he’d tip off Enty? I wouldn’t be shocked. Especially since his and Michael’s best friend told everyone David and Michael are in love right before the assembly. Which makes me wonder whether Enty and Neil dropping a 💣 was very much planned by Michael and David. Did they lose GT/AL support and looked for it in Neil, did the women only were happy to “help” when they were getting something out of it, or is this actually following a plan since the very beginning - Hard to tell. I’m not 100% sure because with GT promoting her and him being unhappy, maybe she is on it in some way. But… it is hard to tell at this stage. Maybe DT got her his agent so the agent would make sure GT doesn’t post shit about him when/if things are over. Maybe the agent is controlling the narrative now and helping to make the breakup least damaging for both.

We will see. This can still go so many different ways… the only stable thing is Michael and David and their love for each other.

[navybrat817]

I'm needy for Needy Bucky. 🥺

I am, too, nonnie! ❤️

Shatter

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky wants you to shatter so he can put you back together.

Word Count: Over 700

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected vaginal sex (wrap it before you tap it), edging, slight angst, safeword, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?).

A/N: For @the-slumberparty Warm-Up Drabble! I got the word "shatter". Also inspired by a discussion with @rookthorne (hehe 😇), more Addicted to Love Bucky. Hope you lovelies like it! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Header by yours truly, banner by the wonderful @sgt-seabass, and divider by the lovely @rookthorne . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky understood all too well what it meant to be out of control. Like a puppet on a string, unwanted masters used his body for their own gain. He never gave them permission to do so. Never consented to the atrocities they forced him to commit. You allowed him to have control. 

In return, he promised to put you back together every time he made you shatter to pieces.

"Take what you need, Bucky."

It had been a rough day, the voices in his head too loud. Working out didn't soothe him the way the comfort of your body did. The very sight of you enthralled him and set in motion the events of the evening. You, bound to the bed with the very tie you tried to convince him to wear for your upcoming date night, your legs shaking from being edged over and over and over.

Exposed to him and with the permission of your words, he almost wept as you allowed him to take control. He saw the cracks form in your watered eyes when he stopped you from falling over the precipice, the invisible pattern spreading down your cheeks to your neck. It continued with each breath until all he saw was a beautiful vision of you ready to break, waiting for him to press hard enough to shatter your very being. 

Thank you for trusting me with the pieces of yourself.

"Still with me?" he asked as he stretched out on top of you, his lips and chin wet from being buried between your thighs. 

As badly as he wanted to feel you come on his tongue, but he needed you to fall over the edge with him. 

We can fall together. I'll hold you and won't let go.

Your bottom lip quivered as you nodded, whining as he lined up and pressed the head against your hole.

Bucky brushed away a tear from your hot cheek as he searched your eyes. He knew how to read you, could sense if it was too much. Hearing your voice would be extra assurance. "Need you to use your words, doll."

Check in with me. Tell me you're okay. 

"G-Green, Bucky."

"Good girl," he whispered, gazing down at you with the slightest of smirks before he leaned down to brush his lips against yours. "My good girl."

Another tear fell as he finally began to push inside you. With the amount of stretching and teasing, your body hardly resisted stretching to make room for him. Your walls quivered as you took more of him in. He wanted to fuck himself into the deepest part of you and stay as long as you let him. 

"So fucking lucky to have you. Do you have any idea?"

Do you know you saved me?

You whimpered, blinking the tears from your eyes as he caged you in with his arms and began to thrust.

"Just a little bit more and I'll let you come," he promised when you trembled beneath him. "You can do it."

"Bucky, wait," you begged, making him freeze immediately. 

"Are you okay?" he asked, worried that he hurt you as he framed your face. He couldn't see anything wrong.

What did I do? I'll hate myself I hurt you.

"Just check in with me," you whispered, smiling softly even as he felt you try not to quiver around. "Please."

His eyes widened, unable to stop the lump from forming in his throat. Since you couldn't put your arms around him, he slipped his underneath you and held you close. You were meant to be in his care tonight, but you checked on him. 

That was how much you loved him.

"Green," he whispered back, hiding his face in your neck with a shuddering breath. "So green, doll."

Because I have you. 

"Then make me come for you, please."

Bucky groaned with delight, happy to do so. Losing himself in the haven of your body, he realized he could be both the puppet and the master. Give and take, push and pull, it was no wonder he was addicted. With the cracks in his mind, he was ready to shatter along with you.

You would put each other back together.

Love and thanks for reading! 💙

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[nikatyler]

🦇 13 Deadly Nights of CAS 🐺

So you're looking for an October challenge? Got ya! A successor to my last year's 28 Bloody Nights of CAS is here!

You can start posting whenever you'd like! I'm personally gonna start on October 1st and then I'll spread out the posts all through October. All occults are welcome! (even though I'll be doing mostly vampires, if you know me you're not surprised at all haha)

There's no right or wrong way to do the prompt, get creative 💜

Make sure to tag your posts so I can see and rb them and definitely let me know if you'll be making videos/tiktoks etc of these! (I know I will, just throwing that out there 👀)

Also: If last year's longer Bloody Nights are more up your alley, you can totally do that too, doesn't matter. Maybe do both if you feel like it? Pick and choose and mix them up? Idk, I'd love to see any take on these.

👻 Prompts transcribed below 👽

1) Fan of the Supernatural

2) Perfectly Disguised

3) A Timeless Beauty

4) Born Monstrous

5) Child-Faced Hunter

6) Gone Missing

7) Broken Angel

8) Devoted Guardian

9) Motherly Creature

10) In Broad Daylight

11) Undead Superstar

12) Midnight Nightmare

13) Survivor of the Horrors

[mind-empty-just-fictional-people]

Facetime

Masterlist

Summary: You and Dean facetime whenever he goes on a hunt, but things go south when he and Sam are miles away

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader 

Rating: R for language, violence

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: language, blood, violence, torture, hostage situation, implied nudity, injured reader, mind control, starts off fluffy but gets real dark real quick, reader is a fan of Chris Evans

Author’s Note: This is loosely based on a dream I had and I know this gif is Dean looking at a coffee maker, but if you squint the coffee maker looks like a laptop :) Also, I don’t usually use capital letters (intentionally, but for no particular reason) but I thought I’d see how my writing looks with capital letters.

gif source

“Dean I don’t think your mic’s working,” You furrowed your brows in frustration, trying to tell him you couldn’t hear a word he was saying.

“Yeah it was off, that makes sense,” He laughed lightly. You smiled, happy to hear his voice and see his face. Sam and Dean had been on this hunt for nearly four days at this point and you missed your boyfriend so much it was driving you crazy. 

You weren’t much of a hunter; you preferred to keep a safe distance and help with research, instead of picking up a machete and chopping up vampires. Dean knew you preferred to stay home and he was happy with you being out of the line of fire. He’d hate himself if he let you get hurt on a hunt, you were his everything.

It was hard, though. You lived in the bunker but you still didn’t spend as much time with Dean as you would’ve liked to. You wanted to be with him each night instead of falling asleep to either his music playing on vinyl or his voice over the phone if you were lucky enough to be in the same time zone. Most of the time you’d go days without hearing his voice. 

That was until Sam had the brilliant (but blatantly obvious, you couldn’t believe you hadn’t come up with it) idea of you and Dean facetiming while doing research for the case; as opposed to just texting each other important details. 

“So, what’re you hunting?” You asked. Your laptop was set up next to your phone which is what you were calling Dean from. You were seated in the library and eager to help however you could. 

“Sam’s thinking a god,” Dean sighed. “He’s out getting the food.”

“And you’re doing the research?” You laughed. 

“Well, I wanted to talk with you, and see that beautiful face of yours,” He smirked. “Sammy can do the actual research when he gets back, should be soon.”

“I miss you,” You smiled, he did the same.

“I miss you, too, hun. How’re you doing? Cas is gonna get back home tomorrow morning so you won’t have the whole bunker to yourself for much longer.”

“It’s really lonely,” You laughed wryly. “As an introvert, I swore never to say this, but I kinda wish more people lived here.”

“Yeah, I know it’s... it’s not ideal,” He gave you a sympathetic look. “Y’know there’s a library in town you could go to if you don’t wanna be alone.”

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna head over there. I don’t know what’s wrong with me tonight, I’m really starting to go stir-crazy!” 

“Wanna stay on the phone while you drive over there?” Dean asked hopefully.

“Of course!” You emphasized. “I’m so happy I finally get to talk to you for the first time today! I’m just gonna change into something more presentable real quick.”

“It’s 2pm on a Tuesday and you’re going to a public library; who are you thinking you might run into?” He teased lightly.

“Hey if I go not looking my best and Chris Evans just happens to be there I would kick myself!” You replied honestly. “Gimme a second.” You put the phone on your dresser and faced it away from where you would be changing.

“Y/n, I’ve seen you naked, you can change in front of me!” He sighed dramatically when you didn’t respond right away. “C’mon, I miss you!”

“You only get to see these boobs when you hurry up, finish that case, and get your ass back here!” You called out to him as you got dressed.

“That’s no fair,” Dean whined. You finished getting dressed pretty quickly and grabbed your phone off your dresser and your purse off your desk before you left the room.

“Okay I’m heading out now,” You smiled at your phone as you walked up to the entrance of the bunker.

“Which car are you taking?” Dean asked. 

“Mine; it’s parked outside, not in the garage. why?”

“Just wanna know you’ll be safe getting there. A lot of the cars in the garage tend to break down at random,” He replied. You hopped into your car and set your phone on the stand that was attached to the front window. 

“Ah, shit,” You winced suddenly, your hands now pressed against your temples. “De, something’s wrong-” You croaked out. Your head felt like it was going to explode as your vision began getting blurry. 

“Y/n? Y/n, talk to me! What’s happening,” Dean exclaimed, his voice ripe with panic. 

The pounding in your head suddenly stopped as your vision went black and you passed out. 

Your head was throbbing as you woke up. You tried bringing your hands to your head but then realized you were tied to a chair. You then also realized you were wearing nothing but a bra and your boy-short panties. 

“What the fuck,” You mumbled to yourself. You tightened your fists and pulled against the restraints.

“It’s no use, y/n,” A voice behind you announced. “You’re not going anywhere anytime soon. who knows, you might even die here.”

**

“Y/n? Y/n!” Dean exclaimed. He was completely panicking as he watched your car door open and someone pull you out of the driver’s seat. 

“Dean Winchester!” The man picked up the cell phone and showed Dean his face; complete with hideous black eyes. “Looks like I now have the thing you care about most,” The demon laughed. 

“You son of a bitch,” Dean screamed. “You hurt her and I swear I will-”

“What? What’re you gonna do Dean? Kill me? You don’t know where I’m taking her and I’m dumping this meat suit before you get the chance to figure out this guy’s name. No, you can’t do anything, Dean. You are completely and utterly powerless. I have the bitch you seem to love so much, and there’s nothing you can do.”

“What do you want?” Dean seethed through gritted teeth. He slammed his fist on the table next to him. “What do you fucking want?”

“To watch you suffer,” The demon smirked then hung up.

“Son of a bitch!” Dean screamed. He grabbed the chair he was sitting on and threw it to the side in frustration.

“Dean, what the hell?” Sam exclaimed. He had walked in right as the chair hit the wall. “I take a little too long getting the burgers and you start breaking the furniture?” He laughed lightly. 

“Y/n,” Dean shouted. “A demon has y/n!”

“What the fuck? How? When?” Sam’s eyes widened.

“Just now, we- we were facetiming and she was gonna go to the library- and she- it just took her Sam- I-” Tears welled in Dean's eyes as he looked at his younger brother with desperation. 

**

“What do you want from me?” You asked the demon. He was now kneeling in front of you as he toyed with your hair. 

“Nothing, sweetheart,” He smiled wickedly. “You see, you are very important to Dean Winchester; I hate Dean Winchester. I want him to suffer. Having you locked up in here is the easiest way to torture him. He’ll find you eventually, I’m sure, but you’ll be so broken and beaten you won’t ever be the same. You’ll never be his cheerful y/n again. You’ll be worn down by what I'm going to do to you, you’re not going to want to be anywhere near him. And that will break his heart beyond repair - that will be the ultimate torture. I'll be known as the demon who destroyed Dean Winchester’s will to live.”

“You’re wrong,” You whispered. “Dean cares about me, sure, but losing me isn’t gonna break him, you idiot! He'll be over me within a few months then he will hunt you down and tear you limb from limb.”

“Maybe,” The demon shrugged. “Guess we’ll just have to wait and see how long it takes him to get over you.” He pulled a knife out of his back pocket and plunged it into your thigh. You screamed in pain as tears streamed down your face. You looked down at the blood now dripping down your thigh then looked back up.

“D-Dean?” You whispered. “Wh-What’s going on?” Your head was spinning as you tried to focus on the man in front of you. “Dean! Dean, you found me?”

“Yeah, hun, it’s me,” The demon held your face with his hands. 

“H-Help me out of here,” You quivered, confused as to why Dean was so calm. He shook his head, smiled, then gripped the knife and twisted it. “Y-You’re not Dean!”

“Of course I am, y/n! And I'm so happy I finally get to show you how I really feel about you,” He smiled. He took the knife out and pressed it against your left breast. “You know I never really cared much about you, you’re just an easy lay.”

“You’re not Dean,” You closed your eyes tightly. “Dean loves me.”

“Awe, that’s really sweet y/n, but of course I'm Dean! And I wouldn’t say I love you, more like I love having my own pathetic fucktoy handy at all times,” He patted your cheek. “I mean, let’s face it; all we do when I'm not hunting is have sex! Why else would I want you living with me?”

“That’s- That’s not true!” You whispered, more to yourself than to the monster posing as the love of your life. “We have movie nights, we bake pie, we have dinner together, we-”

“Do we?” He touched your temple with two fingers. “Dean never did any of that with you.”

“Y-You never did any of that with me,” You mumbled.

**

“Days, Sam! It's been days!” Dean shouted. “Y/n is still with that fucking demon!”

“I know it’s been days, Dean but you need to sleep. Just four hours; recharge and come back with a clear head.”

“Do you think y/n is able to sleep? Or have a second of peace or quiet! She is being tortured by a demon, because of me!”

“Cas will be back with some information in a few hours, until then you should sleep,” Sam suggested. “Look, we’ve done all we can for right now, you’re no use to y/n if you’re too tired to function!”

Before Dean could protest, his phone rang and he answered; “Hello?”

“Dean Winchester,” the voice replied.

“Yes? Who is this?”

“I’m the demon that’s got y/n,” He replied. Dean could hear the smirk in his voice.

“I swear to God I will find you and-”

“And you’ll kill me, blah, blah, blah; you’ve said that before. I'm just calling to let you know you can have her back. I'll text you the address.” The demon hung up.

“What-” Dean brought his phone down, confused. “That was the demon, he said he’s texting me the address where y/n is,” He told Sam.

“What? That makes no sense?”

“Yeah, but he wasn’t lying,” Dean held up his phone and showed Sam the text. 

“It’s definitely a trap, right?”

“Doesn't matter, let's go; we can meet Cas there.”

“Dean, that's at least a six-hour drive; let me drive so you can sleep,” Sam offered. Dean was ridiculously tired and he knew he wasn’t at his full strength so he decided to take a nap on the way.

**

“Y/n! Oh my god!” Dean exclaimed when he walked into the dark warehouse and saw you tied to the chair.

“Sam?” You breathed out. “Cas?” You smiled slightly, barely lifting your head. 

“Hey- Hey hun,” Dean crouched down and held your face.

“What, now you’re all sweet?” You scoffed, then looked past him and up at his younger brother. “Sam, please help me! Dean, he- he did this to me.”

“What? No! No, no, I would never! I love you," Dean stuttered, not taking his eyes off you. He untied your right hand and you punched the side of his head, which caused him to fall to the side. 

“Cas! Please! You guys have to believe me!”

“It's okay, you’re safe now,” Cas came up to you. He put two fingers on your forehead and healed you. “We’re gonna take you home, okay?”

“Okay,” You replied as the angel untied you. Sam looked around for your clothes and, surprisingly, found them off to the side and folded neatly. Cas helped you up as Sam handed you your jeans and shirt, and you happily put them on. Dean was standing up at this point, but he just stood there; silent tears falling as he looked at you. 

“Y/n- Hun, please- please tell me you know this wasn’t me!” He whispered, you looked over at him. “Please you- you know it was a demon!”

“Oh and where is this demon now, Dean?” You asked flatly, Dean stayed silent. “You know, I fucking trusted you!” Tears escaped your eyes and you brushed them away quickly. You continued, gritting your teeth in anger, “I hate you.” 

“Let’s get you home,” Sam interrupted, he knew Dean didn’t do this and he needed to figure out how to make you know too. You nodded and followed Castiel out the door, Sam followed you and, after a moment, Dean did too.

Cas opened the back door for you while Sam opened the passenger door. 

“Sam, can you drive?” You asked him quietly. “Please? I know you don’t believe me about Dean, but I don't trust him; please don’t let him drive.”

“Sweetheart, I-” Dean started, overhearing what you said to Sam.

“Don’t you dare call me that,” You hissed and pointed your finger at him with anger. You turned back to Sam, “If it was up to me, I’d say cuff him; but at least don’t let him be the fucking driver!” With that, you hopped in the back seat, Cas doing the same after you.

Dean took the demon cuffs out of his back pocket and handed them to Sam before holding his hands behind him.

“Seriously?” Sam scoffed.

“I want her to feel safe,” Dean replied. “Well, as safe as she can feel while I'm still in proximity.” Sam nodded and cuffed his older brother before they both got into the car; Sam in the driver’s seat.

**

“You really don’t believe me?” You practically screamed. You were all back at the bunker and Sam was refusing to lock Dean up in the dungeon.

“It's not that I don’t believe you-”

“Then do something!”

“Sam, Dean, can I talk to you?” Cas asked and the three went around the corner, you huffed to yourself and sat at the war room table. “There’s something really wrong with y/n.”

“Yeah, Cas, we can tell,” Dean replied.

“No, I mean, really wrong! When I healed her at the warehouse, I could feel something pushing back.”

“What do you think that means?” Sam asked.

“I think we need to call Crowley. He’s had a soft spot for y/n for a while now, maybe he’ll know what’s wrong.”

“Yeah, great! Let another demon get their hands on her,” Dean scoffed sarcastically.

“Crowley isn’t just ‘another demon’ Dean; he might be able to reverse whatever’s happened here!” Castiel retorted. 

“Fine, fine we’ll give him a call,” Dean sighed. The three of them walked back around the corner but you weren’t sitting at the table anymore. “Y/n?” Dean called out, beginning to panic.

Sam rushed outside while Dean checked your bedroom and Cas checked the garage.

“Y/n, what’re you doing?” Dean asked. You frantically threw clothes into your duffle and didn’t answer him. “Sweet- Uh, sorry- y/n please,” Dean stumbled over his words.

“I’m leaving Dean, and I never want to see you again!” You exclaimed and tried to brush past him. He gently gripped your forearm to pull you back and your demeanor changed. “Please, please don’t hurt me,” You whispered; tears welled in your eyes as Dean’s widened. He let go of you and put his hands up, backing away.

“No, no I- I’m not going to hurt you, y/n, I wanna help you,” He said calmly. “We all do. Please, don’t go.”

“Why are you being so sweet now, I don’t understand,” You let the tears fall. “Is it just cause of Sam and Cas? Is that it? You’d like to take out your knife and get back to work but you don’t want your baby brother and your best friend to see you torturing me?”

“I- I don’t know what to say, y/n,” He replied, also letting tears fall. “I swear that was not me!”

“Right, right it was a demon,” You scoffed. “Seriously, Dean? The least you could do is own up to what you did, for fuck’s sake! But I guess I should’ve seen this coming, huh?”

“What’re you talking about?”

“You only ever cared about my body, Dean! Was just a matter of time before you got bored and used what Alastair taught you!”

“What? Y/n we’ve known each other for ten years, we’ve only been dating the last two! We didn’t even sleep together the first four months because we wanted to take it slow; do you not remember any of this?”

“Does this actually work on people?” You laughed. “You fake a few tears, look at them with lost puppy eyes, and try to make them believe such ridiculous lies?”

“Y/n!” Castiel called out from behind you. He had checked the garage and when he didn’t see you there he decided to check the kitchen and then head over to your bedroom.

“Castiel, please get me out of here!” You hurried to his side. “Dean won’t let me leave!”

“No- I-” Dean tried to protest but then just shook his head in defeat, not wanting to make things worse.

“We have a working theory going about what happened,” Cas lied to you. “We think Dean may have been possessed before, and the demon that possessed him may still be looking for you. You should stay here in the bunker where it’s safe, okay?”

“Okay, Cas, I trust you,” You clung to his arm, still terrified of Dean. 

“Dean, why don’t you get Sam and meet me in the dungeon in a few minutes,” Cas asked him. “Y/n, you can stay in your room until we know more.”

**

It took Crowley a couple of days to figure out what the demon did but once he did, he called Dean and was summoned to the bunker.

“It’s a hex bag,” He said before his trademark, “Hello, boys.”

“A hex bag? Where?” Sam asked. “She’s changed clothes, we’re nowhere near the warehouse-”

“According to Frank-” 

“Frank? The demon’s name is Frank?” Dean scoffed.

“Yes,” Crowley rolled his eyes. “Anyway, Frank said he carved it into her thigh.”

“Good Lord,” Sam muttered. 

“How do we get it out?” Dean asked Crowley. “We can’t just cut back into her!”

“That’s exactly what we’re going to do,” Crowley replied.

“No! She’s already terrified we can’t-”

“I can put her to sleep,” Castiel suggested. “She shouldn’t feel a thing.”

“Well, let’s get this over with,” Crowley walked out of the dungeon and over to your room.

“What’s he doing here?” You glared at Dean when the four men entered your bedroom. You had been seated on your couch reading when Crowley knocked and opened the door.

“Dean, maybe you should wait outside,” Sam told him quietly. Dean nodded slightly and backed out of the room.

**

“She’s asking for you,” Sam smiled a little, walking into the library to find Dean downing another glass of whiskey.

“Seriously!? She wants to see me?” He practically jumped out of the chair and then hurried to your room. He took a deep breath and opened your door.

You were at the edge of your bed with one knee tucked against you. When Dean entered, you looked at him with tear-stained eyes and let a quiet sob leave your lips. 

“I’m so sorry,” You whispered. “De, I’m so, so sorry!”

“No, no, no it’s- none of this is your fault,” He hurried to your side but hesitated to wrap his arms around you. “Can I… Can I hug you? Please?”

“Of course,” You replied and wrapped your arms around him when he held you. “I love you so much, Dean, I’m so sorry I believed the demon.”

“It’s not your fault, it was a hex bag,” He kissed the crown of your head. “You didn’t have a choice.”

“I know, but I should’ve been able to snap out of it!” You protested. “I mean, these hands,” You took his left hand and held it, kissing his palm gently. “I love these hands, how could I have believed that they, that you hurt me?” You kissed his hand again then looked up at him. “I’m sorry, for what I said.”

“It’s okay,” He kissed your forehead. “I’m just glad you’re okay, that you’re back.” The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a while before Dean asked you, “How are you feeling?”

“Physically? Fine. Emotionally? Fucking terrible,” You replied, squeezing Dean tighter. “I keep getting these like flashbacks about what the demon did, and in a lot of the memories the demon still looks like you.”

“I’m sorry sweetheart, that sounds awful!”

“Yeah,” You sighed. “I'll be okay though, I’ve got you.”

[prythianpages]

ACOSM | The Night she decided to join the Bloodrite

azriel x rhysand's sister (oc)

warnings: mention of violence, val's dad being an asshole again

summary: Valeria realizes that the only person she has to prove her worth to is herself.

A/N: we're finally at the last imagine! (you can find the collection of them here) this is one of the first ones I wrote and I've been dying to post it lol. I had originally planned for this series to end here but then I decided to write a short story that focuses/provides closure on Az's and Val's mating bond.

**

As Valeria stood on the balcony, the ethereal glow of Starfall painted the night sky in hues of pale green. The annual migration of spirits, akin to shooting stars, danced across the heavens, casting a luminescent trail that left the world below aglow.

For Valeria, however, the beauty of Starfall was a double-edged sword. She could hear the whispers of the spirits as they streaked across the night sky, their collective voices were a symphony that echoed in her mind, overwhelming and disconcerting. It’s been this way since she was a child and she never fully understood why she was the only one able to hear them.

The first Starfall she could remember was when she was three. Every year, the High Lord would throw a ball at the House of Wind as it was the best place to view the falling spirits. Her mother had brought her to the balcony she currently stood at, holding her in her arms. There was a silence as the guests waited for the first star to fall, hushed whispers of awe when it finally did. Valeria remembered the beauty of it all but she more so when one star became two until they multiplied and then she heard them. The spirits. She had let out a cry, her small hands covering her ears as the voices became too overwhelming. Her mother had brought her inside and a worried Rhysand had walked over to them. Valeria also remembered the look of disdain and disappointment on her father’s face–the first of many to come.

Shadows whirled around her, bringing her back to the present and weaving through her senses. The whispering voices, like distant echoes, grew faint, muffled by the protective shroud of Azriel’s shadows. Valeria’s eyes met his, gratitude and relief reflected in the pale moonlight.

“Should we head inside?” Azriel offered, extending his arm out to her. “Before Mor and Cas drink all the wine.”

Valeria nodded, hooking her arm through his. She could feel the warmth radiating from his body and instinctively, she leaned in closer to him, finding his scent comforting. “You smell good,” she murmured to him as she inhaled.

Azriel chuckled in response, savoring their close proximity. No one batted an eye toward them as they made their way inside. Azriel was known as the Night Court’s spymaster and his duty was to ensure the safety of his court. It was not uncommon to see him around the High Lord and his family, especially Rhysand and Valeria.

“My little warrior!” Cassian called out to her sweetly, words slightly slurred, as he jumped from his seat and pulled Valeria from Azriel, crushing to her chest. He pulled away with a grin, nodding at Azriel casually.  “And Az.”

“I can feel the love.” Azriel dryly commented.

“Come here, Val.” Mor said, patting the empty spot on the couch.

“How many glasses of wine have you had?” Valeria mused as she sat down, gaze flickering between Mor and Cassian.

“Yes.” Mor grinned at her as she poured a glass for Valeria and then another for Azriel.

Save some for me.

Has anyone told you it’s rude to enter one’s mind without permission? Valeria replied to her brother’s voice, sending him a vulgar gesture through her mind. She could hear his chuckle fade into the distance.

Knock knock. Her brother’s talons were playfully tapping at her mind’s shields again. With a roll of her eyes, she allowed them in, asking him what he wanted. He decided to show her instead. Through his eyes, she saw the lords and her father standing before him. They were all discussing the growing tensions among the humans and fae and the battles of rebellion that have risen. Keir was speaking, boasting about his Darkbringers and how they could put an end to the war. She could feel Rhysand’s boredom as Keir kept talking.

Come save me.

Sorry brother but I find this couch to be rather comfy, Valeria replied, her tone teasing. She grinned as Rhysand sent her a vulgar gesture of his own through his mind.

“--helping with preparations for the upcoming bloodrite.”

Valeria brought her wine glass to her lips as she returned her attention to her friends. She caught her brother’s glare from across the room but ignored it.

“Can you believe it’s been three years since you went?” Mor asked them. “And look at you Carynthians now. A general, a spymaster and a future High Lord.”

Valeria’s fond smile mirrored Mor’s and she turned, catching the way both Cassian’s and Azriel’s cheeks tinted at the praise.

“Do you think they’re ready?” Valeria found herself asking, referring to the warriors Cassian had helped train this year.

“I wasn’t ready when I was in their shoes.” Cassian said after a moment of thought. “I don’t think you’ll ever feel ready for something like that. But I was brave and that’s the best thing one can be.”

Valeria hummed in response, cradling her wine glass in her hands. Intrigued by the upcoming Bloodrite, she found herself firing more questions at Cassian while Mor and Azriel fell into a conversation of their own. They were questions she didn’t dare to ask Rhysand or Azriel, knowing they wouldn’t be blatantly honest about it for her sake. Without a second thought, Cassian answered each one, much like he did when she had asked about Tanwyn and the Valkyries.  He failed to notice the gleam in her eyes as she took in every detail of information. 

**

Valeria paced back and forth, attempting to stir up the courage that had led her to the heavy set of double doors. She made up her mind weeks ago–told herself she could do this. But as she stopped her pacing and faced the doors to the High Lord’s throne room, her hands broke out into a cold sweat. She hated herself for it, for the instant fear that brewed in her when it came to him. Her father. Since that night in Windhaven, he had chosen to go back to ignoring her presence completely, as if she didn’t exist at all.

I am the storm. She repeated to herself. 

Val, now is not a good time. 

Now is the only time. She replied, cursing herself for being so nervous and anxious that she had absentmindedly let her mental guards down. 

Before Rhysand could reply, she pulled the doors open and strolled in. Her eyes darted around–widening for a fraction before she donned a composed mask.

I told you so.

She ignored her brother’s voice–this time cursing him directly– and did her best to ignore the presence of the others in the room. Cassian and Azriel looked toward her, the latter standing to attention. Meanwhile Keir looked at her with annoyance. There was another lord that she recognized as one of the High Lord’s advisors but she didn’t recognize the older Illyrian male standing next to Cassian. She could only assume he was also a general.

Her father scowled, his lips curving into a sneer. “What do you want, child?”

She tried her best not to flinch at the insult.

“I want to join the fight.”

Laughter erupted from the High Lord, followed by Keir’s. “You want to fight?”

“I’ve trained with the Valkyries in the past and–”

“Remind me how that ended for you.” Her father sharply interrupted.

The reminder of that night triggered a subtle twitch in one of the muscles on the right side of her back–the very spot where her injured wing, glamored away for the night, would attach. Rhysand’s body tensed. She felt Azriel shift closer, a muscle tightening in his jaw while his shadows loomed nearby, alert and ready. Even Cassian’s expression hardened, mouth set into a hard line.

“It was hardly a fair match, Father.” Rhysand spoke as he came to stand in between his sister and father. “Val has the–”

“And you think war is won by fair matches?” His father reprimanded. “I thought I’ve taught you better than that.”

Anger flooded through her veins. “I’m not going to stay sheltered in this palace while our people go to war for us. I want to stand with them, not behind them. I want to bring honor to our court.”

“Clearly, you do not know your place. You’d know that the only way you can bring honor to this court is by marrying–”

“I refuse to be treated as a bargaining tool as if I am an object!” Valeria snapped, shocked by the intensity of her own voice. Though quieter when she spoke next, her voice retained the same powerful understone as she added: “I would rather die fighting to serve my court than offer my hand to a stranger.”

She felt the sting on her cheek almost immediately, her feet stumbling backwards at the impact. A low growl erupted from behind her as strong hands caught her before she could stumble further. Shadows crept out from his grip and wrapped themselves around her as if to protect her from further harm.

Rhysand stilled, his hands clenching at his sides. His calm and collected demeanor fell, no longer being able to hide the glare toward his father. He moved to stand in front of Valeria, offering his body as a shield, in case their father chose to strike again.

“You stupid foolish girl.” The High Lord chuckled with fury in his eyes, his voice rising with every word. “Sons get sent to war. Daughters get married. Rhysand is my heir. He was born to serve and protect. You were born to obey and submit.”

“Count your stars lucky that these three–foolish as they were– saved you that night.” The High Lord continued. “They will not be able to save you next time so I suggest you leave before I decide to clip your wings myself and strip this fighting nonsense off of you.”

Valeria felt her anger morph into her power. She could feel the light surging through her, running down her arms and into her finger tips. She wanted nothing more than to wipe that smug look off of her father’s face. A small part of her wanted to light him up, the way she did those Illyrian men that night. If only he knew…

She felt a hand grasp hers, darkness wrapping itself around his fingertips and dimming her light. Don’t explode. Not here, Rhysand spoke in her mind.

“There will be no next time.” Rhysand said, his voice carrying an almost threatening undertone. He would not allow her father to inflict any more harm on his sister. “If you allow me, I’ll escort Valeria to her chambers. I believe some rest will settle her mind.”

The High Lord nodded his head in dismissal and Rhysand wasted no time in escorting her out of his office. Rhysand released his grip on Valeria's hand and wrapped his arm around her shoulders instead, allowing his darkness to wrap around her flames alight. Neither of them spoke as they made the long trek to her chambers and neither of them paid attention to the tendril of a shadow that followed along with them.

It wasn’t until they were in Valeria’s chambers that she let her shoulders slump, tears brimming her violet eyes but she did not allow them to fall.

“What were you thinking?”

Valeria shot him an incredulous look as if he hadn’t been in her mind the entire time. He knew exactly what she was thinking and why. Rhysand sighed deeply and sat at the edge of her bed, patting the spot beside him. Valeria reluctantly listened and watched in silence as he summoned a small bowl of warm water and a cloth. “You’re bleeding,” he softly said.

Her hand shot up to her cheek, wincing at the sting, pulling her hand away to see that she was, in fact, bleeding. One of her father’s rings must’ve cut her when he slapped her. It was the first time he had ever laid hands on her.

Valeria knew the answer to the question but she needed to hear it aloud. “Is my sole purpose in life to obey and submit to others?”

“Of course not.” Rhysand immediately answered as he finished cleaning the dried up blood from her face. He gently cupped her unharmed cheek. “You're destined for a greater purpose. Fuck what father says.”

A subtle curve graced Valeria’s lips in response to Rhysand’s insult, only to fade back into a persistent frown. She pulled away from his grasp. “What will it take to prove to him that I am worthy of so much more than he has planned for me?”

“I failed him at birth and I’ve dedicated my life to prove my worth to him. I may have not been born a son but why does that anger him so much? He already has you, his heir. I understand the politics of this war. I can fight. I want to fight.”

“I know you can.” Rhysand said, acknowledging her skills and capabilities. Had it not been for her father putting an end to her training with the Valkyries, he was sure she would’ve been initiated as a Valkyrie herself. “But don’t dedicate your life to proving yourself to others. The only person you need to prove your worth to is yourself.”

Silence fell as Rhysand’s words sunk in. He was right. Her trying to prove her worth to others would only weigh her down. Noticing the distant gaze on his sister, his powers reached for her mind, easily granting him access to her inner turmoil. It only lasted a couple of seconds as Valeria’s mental shields rose and he blinked back to find that she was now glaring at him. 

“Can you not?”

Rhysand raised his hands up. “It’s not my fault you let your shields down for a moment.” 

Have I taught you nothing?

Valeria let out a groan. “Go away now. I’m tired.”

“That’s no way to treat your loving brother.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” She said as she stood up, motioning for him to follow her and go out her door.  

Rhysand rolled his eyes at her antics but complied. She slammed the door shut, pressing herself against it. “Love you. Good night!” 

Love you too.

Valeria huffed at the sound of her brother’s laughter in her head. She closed her eyes and focused, pushing his claws out of her head. He scraped against her rising shields in a teasing manner only for her to shoot him with light and far away from the gates of her mind that she felt him wince.

It was when she was sure that Rhysand could no longer get into her head that she walked out to her balcony. She stared up at the crescent moon, finding comfort in its light and falling deep in thought again. 

It unsettled her to know that her brother, Azriel and Cassian were being sent to war. Even Mor was preparing for it as she was no longer under her father’s rule but Rhysand’s. He had taken full responsibility over her when she had moved in with them. As for Valeria, she was expected to just sit back and wait for war updates with her mother. She could not bear the thought of doing nothing while her loved ones laid their lives down for the Night Court. Especially not when she had dedicated the past five years of her life into training to defend herself, to fight.

Rhysand was right. She knew what she was capable of. She had not been saved that night in Windhaven. She had fought against five skilled Illyrian warriors by herself and she was willing to die fighting. 

Valeria was aware that fighting in a war was different. It required not only courage and strength but strategy and resolve. And what better way to prove to herself that she was ready–that she was worthy–than by joining the upcoming Blood Rite?

It was like Cassian had said, she would never feel ready for a strenuous trial like the Blood Rite but she was brave to face it and that’s the best thing one can be.

**

tag list:  @justrepostandlove , @kemillyfreitas, @thelov3lybookworm

A/N: and that's a wrap on Val's early life (': the storyline I have planned will pick up right after the blood rite and you'll get a glimpse into her experience. I debated a lot on whether Val should join the blood rite or not. I decided to allow her because all she wants is to be treated with the same love and respect like her brother minus the heir part and while she gave up on what others may think of her, this is something she needed to do for herself. and also a part of her is doing this to honor her friend, Mallory Anyway, I hope y'all enjoyed these imagines as much as I enjoyed writing them <3 I will be taking a short break to focus on my upcoming exam but if you have any questions over this series or simply just wanna talk, feel free to send me an ask! (:

[volturiprincess]

You're mad at them

Summary: Just headcanons of what your mate does when you are mad at them A/N: I got inspired by this one-shot about another fandom I like and the reader was mad also got inspired by this line "Don't call me darling, you lost the privilege to call me that". This is actually my first headcanon, it was going to be multiple drabbles but I changed my mind the last minute. But enjoy.

The Volturi:

Demetri:

It’s impossible to be mad at him

He's just such a casanova that what can he possible do to make you mad at him 

But then also look at him, he’s beautiful and he has that suave voice that gets you weak in the knees

Even with just a touch to your elbow you are on the brink of forgiving him (and he knows that very well)

As a tracker he can track you down right away whenever you are trying to avoid him (so that's useless to even try)

You tried just closing your eyes to avoid looking at him when he tries confronting you but then again with just a touch you are “Fuck it I cant be mad at you Dem”

Or he uses his sweet talk, with just a simple “cariño¨, you are already melting into him and YOU are the one saying sorry to him for being mad at him 

When ever you try walking away from him he instantly pulls you back and wraps his arms around you and cuddles you into his chest and in between kisses he is saying sorry and saying how much he loves you and cherishes you 

So at the end of the day good luck being mad at him because he knows how make you melt in many different ways 🙃which ends up being muscle memory to him 😘

Felix:

Look for Felix, he does not know what to do honestly, my poor giant usually keeps things calm between you two and hates to see you upset, so if you are mad at him well he will try everything to resolve this 

Like how can anyone be mad at him, he's a freaking teddy bear in disguise 

At first he gives you space, thinking that might help

Wrong, he needs to be with you, his love language is touch so neglecting you touch hurts him 

So he tries with flowers, he knows you love flowers (as cliche as that is your a hopeless romantic, I'm on the same boat though :))

The first time it worked but then the third time it didn't 

He knows hes fucked now when he realizes not even flowers can save him from this torture of you being mad at him

Hes not to kin with words (that's Demetri’s department), he will go to him for help but when you are determine to be mad at him  words he say goes in one ear and out the other (even is his sweet talk melts your heart)

So when you are in that mindset to stay mad at him, he goes to his last hope that he knows will be very effective

He uses this tactic usually when you are walking around the castle or are laying in bed

He basically pounces on you like a predator does to a prey (seems fit since he is a predator and you are a prey, in this case you are still human) 

He pins you against either a wall or bed and leans his face dangerously close to your neck 

“Look my little rose, I don't like the idea of you being mad at me and I know you don't like being mad at me either, so let's move on from this or….no sex for a month”

You know he never bluffs, there was one time where you didn't do it for a week and that was pure torture for sure for the both of you 

So with that you forgive him and you instantly cuddle with him which he just loves, he is after all a teddy bear in disguise 

And touch is his love language 

Alec:

My poor love, what can I say about him 

A bit like Felix, he does not know what to do honestly 

“...Ca-”

“No, don't even try with the cara, Alec, you lost your privilege to call me that”

Oh you are pissed indeed, he is left flabbergasted when you say that and you leave him like this 🧍🏻

Internally he knows hes fucked, what the hell can he do to make it up to you 

He can't even sweet talk you because he knows he lost that privilege to call you such names

Sometimes he does romantic gestures toward you, all of your favorite flowers placed in every spot of your shared room (aww isn't he just adorable 🥰)

But when you deny his gestures, he tries to calm himself, it's not like he is mad at you (maybe just a little bit) but he's so lost, he’s not a casanova like Demetri or a secret teddy bear like Felix, for fucks sake hes one of the infamous witch twins that everyone fears (my heart, I cant bare to call them that)

Even if you are pissed at him, he won't leave you alone, he knows that you might need space at some points but he's always vigilant of you 

But his patience can run low when this drags to long for his comfort 

He knows one of your weaknesses is his face (like just looking at his face calms you, why? It is unclear to him)

And he can tell when you are in this mood you avoid looking at his face, because he knows with just a look you will run back into his cold embrace that you love so much

So he will corner and raise your chin to look at him 

And man when you look at his burgundy eyes, you know this behavior has vanished and you just want to be with him again 

This cheeky vampire will tease you about how his face alone is your weakness 

You threaten him to shut up or you will sit on it

Just that “threat” alone can turn on you right away 

So much for being mad at him 

Jane:

Don't, just don't 

She will not be taking such attitude from you and letting you be mad at her 

If you want to be mad at her, its your lost 

She can easily avoid you and will do it for days if she needs to (even if she secretly hates doing that, she will not tell you for obvious reasons)

When she does “disappear” you are regretting all of your life choices at that moment, “Why the heck am I doing this again? Oh right, I'm mad at her. Why was I mad again?”

It's impossible to find her, you even go to Alec but he just responds “She told me not to tell you, you did this to yourself”

No amount of prying your mates brother will get him to reveal her location 

At that point you give up 

Jane on the other hand shes pacing in the throne room when she knows you are not close contemplating what to do to make it up to you 

Even if she has made it clear she doesn't like this attitude from you, it hurts her seeing you mad at her 

She wishes times like this does not exist but they do and like her twin she's lost

She knows no matter what she does for you, you would never expect her to do it so that's her advantage 

And as uncomfortable it is for her to be romantic toward you, she will for your sake

Expect flowers, your favorite treat, and books when you wake up in the mornings or when you take your naps 

It makes your heart flutter at the sight and you want her next to you right away

When you are at the point of giving up on being mad at her, she is there right away and you are the one saying sorry to her 

She will hush you and say “Don't be sorry tesoro, its my fault”

It does take her a while to admit to her faults but she will do anything to be able to be with you once again 

Caius

Oh honey, you are playing with fire here 

If your mad, hes mad 

But with him instead of avoiding you or giving you space, he wants to get to the bottom of this and resolve it 

Even if it just fuels the fire more, he will not tolerate you being mad at him

He loves you and hates when there is conflict between you guys 

He might say some things that are a bit to straight forward but you know he is like this 

He of course will either be pacing in front of you while resolving this or have you on his lap comforting you and hearing your case 

He would stroke your hair as you are saying why you are upset with him and nod along

When your mad beyond words to describe it, he will try to keep his anger at bay even if you are making allegations that are “offending him” (he knows you are right but why admit that to you)

 But then again it is hard to stay mad at him for long, as said before when there is conflict he will absolutely refuse to dance around this or give you space, he will resolve this in a an hour depending on the issue 

He loves you too much to have you mad at him, no matter what others say about him, you are his everything, his reason for being 

When you are in that situation when you are both shouting at each other (that is when he finally snaps and can't take your suppose allegations anymore), he surprisingly is the one to calm down first, he doesn't like the idea of seeing you yelling at him 

He will be the one to calm you down from your sudden eruption of anger because well only he can the only one to be the angry one, it's in his nature after all as the Ruthless Volturi King 😁

[matenrou-fan]

Could I request Lucifer going down to his fem darling or cockwarming with Lucifer? Feel free to ignore

Lucifer going down to his fem! s/o

I think I got a little bit wild with this one..💀

Femreader, domLucifer, a lot of teasing, begging, mention of sex toys and double penetration; bondage;;

-Oh.. You should be prepared, honey.

-Cause Lucifer is not only a pro in it, but also a great lover of teasing.

-Starting so slow and passionate, deep long licks and hot kisses as he helps you to warm up and have some pleasure, but when your voice starts to get more whiny, when your body starts asking for more, uh oh, you won't get it.

-He's always in charge, always controlling, and in the bedroom too. So he loves to play with you by his rules.

-And one of his rules is to beg. To beg nice and good, so he will have some time to enjoy your shaky voice.

"Say it louder.." - he sounds so calm and playful, as always, but you can hear some dominating undertones in his voice - "I want to hear clearly what you want me to do, or I will stop, darling."

-He just can't get enough of this amusing expression of yours, cloudy eyes half closed, beautiful shade of pink on your cheeks, mouth trembling as you try to ask him for more with this sweet squeaky voice.

-In the beginning, just some little praise is enough. Luci will continue, finally speeding up a little, enjoying more of your loud shameful moans as his tongue works so well, abusing all your sweet spots at just perfect pace.

-But now the real game starts, as he will bring you to the edge, almost to the climax where you can't think about anything else but your pulsing heated core that it's about to explode… just for him to suddenly stop, as he doesn't touch you absolutely, only hands firmly grasping your thighs so you can't squirm around.

-The way your voice sounds so disappointed and needy, this desperate look that you give him as you whine and struggle, trying to get just a little friction, just a little bit, you are so close.. Ah, for him it's just so cute, Luci can't help but chuckle.

"Mm? What's wrong, darling? Don't you think you should say something?" - he smirks even more smuggy than usual, admiring this embarrassed face of yours - "Maybe a magic word…"

-This time you need to beg more, pleading him to touch you again, to finally let you cum.. Your broken cry is just the most wonderful music to this teasing demon.

-He will repeat this thing several times, until you can't even talk, just sobbing and whining in his arms, your folds so so wet from a mix of your juices and his saliva but you still didn't cum, not even once. Your clit is so oversensitive now, his hot breath on your pussy is enough to send shivers down your spine.

-Only now, when you are so shaky and tense, when Luci can't see anything but pathetic need in your eyes, an unreleased urge to finally feel more and more of his tongue and fingers.. Only now he will do it properly, sucking you hard and massaging your sensitive spot deep inside you with his fingertips.

-Well, maybe he was teasing you (if not torturing) for so long but you came so hard and good this time, almost seeing stars under you shut eyes.

-And Lucifer really adores this, his dark red eyes glowing as he admires how you arch your back, grabbing sheets around you with shaking hands, your fingers almost red from strong grasp.. He can see how you roll your eyes, throw your head back, loud long moans fill the room for a few moments as you cum in his mouth.

-Of course he will lick it all, tasting your delicious juices. How can he not when you cum for him so well?

"Your taste.. it's sweeter than honey, and more intoxicating than the most aged Demonus can ever be.." - Lucifer whispers with a voluptuous smile on his lips as he slowly stroking your folds, his lips on your clit as he kisses it gently - "I think I will be addicted soon.."

-He loves when you also get down to him after he pleases you, but sometimes he himself gets so horny during these little foreplays, so he can't help but immediately get on top of you, hungry eyes on your body as you can hear how he unzips his pants.

"Are you ready for the main act, little star?" - he kisses you passionately and sloppily as his hands grab your hips and lift them closer to his crotch. - "I prepared you really well today.."

-Also.. someone said sex toys? Cause Lucifer is in.

-He's pretty kinky so he has a small collection, and loves to use them as they help him to tease you even more. It's just so cute, you can't control your weak voice when he pushes the vibrator inside you, fingers playing with the remote.

"We just started and you are so whiny already.." - he shook his head and pressed a button so speed increased a little now - "Does this little toy make you feel that good? Tell me, darling.."

-If you don't mind then he will be more than glad to use two toys and once, stimulating not only your cunt but ass too now. He's just curious how long you will last under heavy attacks of his tongue and two dildos, as he can clearly hear how rapid your breath is and see how you curl your toes, almost reaching another orgasm.

-Well if we start talking about all that stuff then I should mention that tying you up is also one of his favorite things. Especially if Lucifer wants to tease and play with you for a while longer.

-Even the process itself is so intimate for him, as he gently strokes your body, wrapping ropes around naked hot skin. Every tight rope makes a wave of goosebumps run on your skin as he slowly immobile you.

-Kisses you from your neck to your trembling chest, checking all knots if they are hurting you or not, then slowly get closer to your stomach, hips and already wet womanhood.

"Mm, now it's hard to hide from my touches, darling?" - he smirks, watching as you try to squirm around when he starts massaging your clit with the tip of his finger. You whimper, all your insides twitching and tingling as you struggle back and forth in vain.

-Lucifer is too good in bondage so be ready for some long teases, as he scolds you in a calm but mocking tone about how you are still being so disobedient as you are trying to move from his passionate tongue and fingers.

-Risky places? Well, it depends.

-Never will do this in RAD or if you get the opportunity to stay for a night in Demon Lord's Castle, but in his office when you clearly can hear some of his brothers walking around in the corridor? Absolutely.

"If you will be a good quiet girl, everything will be fine.." - he whispers right in your ear in such a sweet seducing tone as his hand finds its way under your skirt. Few moments and you're already starting to get wet as his fingers caress your folds so well through the thin fabric of your panties..

-Will do it right on table, moving all paperwork away as now he has a much more interesting business between your legs.

-If he just really needs himself and wants it to be quick, then you are lucky, as he will just licking all your juices at a rapid pace, so so thirsty.. But you reach your orgasm so fast, squeezing his head with your thighs as you try to hold back your moans.

-But if he is in a mischievous mood.. It's even worse than usual, as Lucifer wants to see how embarrassed you would be, trying to hide your whines from everyone in the house.

"Sh.. Don't you want somebody to hear us?" - he clicks his tongue with such mocking gaze when you grasp the table corner with a shaking arm and accidentally drops his pen holder on the floor - "Or you actually want them to come in and see how good I make you feel? What a naughty girl you are, s/o.."

-"But don't worry. I will take care of you and your little dirty needs, so be obedient and just spread these pretty legs for me and enjoy my game.."

[jessicaloons]

Chapter 37:

I think I am finally clean…

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It was raining. In Monaco. In August. When it was decided that I wanted to go talk to Diaz we called his Doctor to set up a meeting. That he asked us to come the next day was scary and Charles asked me if I was sure and if I needed more time, but no. It was decided. The flights were booked, the hotel reserved. And then the rain came pouring down. The whole way to the airport. The flight. The way to the hotel. Rain. Dark and cloudy sky.

It almost felt like a sign. The universe telling me to not go there. To not go see him. But this little voice in the back of my mind was a bitch. Telling me to go. Telling me to listen to him. I was nervous. Anxious. Scared. Angry. Desperate. Devastated. I didn’t know how to feel. I didn’t know what to do. Neither knew Charles. He sat on one of the armchairs, watching me watching the rain outside our window.

"Cara mia?" he asked after a while and I turned a little, looking at him "Let’s order something to eat? Maybe watch a movie?"

"I’m not hungry." I mumbled, turning my back at him again, continuing staring outside, watching the lightning bolts chasing after each other in the darkening sky.

"Lizzie…" he whispered, standing right behind me and I flinched "Hey!" he turned me around, gently grabbing my chin, tilting my head upwards "We don’t have to go there… we can fly back home tomorrow and by Thursday we’re already on the boat. Leaving for the summer."

"No. I want to go. I want to talk to him…" my voice was raspy and weak "I want to know why…" I stopped. Body shaking. The thoughts of what Diaz put me through all coming back in my mind.

"Okay. But you need all your strength and power…" he kissed my cheek and I slowly nodded "Burger and Fries? Or Pizza?"

"Umm…" I bit my lip, thinking about it.

"Both it is…" Charles chuckled and walked over to the phone "And I think a chocolate milkshake sounds also pretty good, no?"

"Perfect." I smiled at him and sat down on the sofa, pulling my knees up to my chest, when he sat down next to me, he pulled me into him.

"You’re shaking… and I can hear your heart practically beating from here…" Charles whispered and I burried my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent, calming down immediately.

"I’m okay… or I will be… you’re here." I mumbled.

"I’m not leaving your side for a single moment." he kissed the top of my head and I nodded slowly.

"Good, because I think I can’t do it alone."

The drive from the hotel to the psychiatric hospital outside of Madrid felt like an eternity. My leg was bouncing nervously, Charles’ hand on my thigh, rubbing soothing circles on it to calm me down. I saw on the screen that we would arrive in 32 minutes and I felt my insides churning. 32 minutes. The time was ticking away so slowly that I closed my eyes, leaning back. Humming a melody that was stuck in my head. After a while I started to sing. Quietly. Only for myself to hear I thought. Only to calm myself down.

"I always loved it when you were singing…" Charles whispered after a while and I looked at him with big eyes "You have a beautiful voice, cara mia. I said it a million times before…"

"Oh stop…" I chuckled a little, looking out the window again.

"I’ll stop when you continue to sing." he stated and I sighed a little, but then continued. Charles grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles, calming me down even more. When the navigation system let us know that we arrived at our destination all calmness was gone, replaced by anxiety. The guard at the gate asked our names and then the big and heavy looking iron gate opened up, revealing a long driveway up a hill, the psychiatric hospital on top of it. As soon as we parked I felt my anxiety grow even more, the skin at my nape prickling, goosebumps erupting. I swallowed hard and Charles looked at me.

"Lizzie, you don’t have to do this. No one would think less of you. Just because he wants to talk to you, doesn’t mean that you have to grant him his wish. We can go home. Forget about it." he took my hands in his and I closed my eyes.

"I’m not giving him the satisfaction that he won…" my voice became hoarse.

"He didn’t win, Lizzie. You did. You are here. Free. He’s locked up. You won." he squeezed my hands and I looked at him.

"I don’t want to look weak…" I began but Charles shook his head.

"You’re the strongest person I know! What he did to you? And still you decided to come here! You are so brave, cara mia."

"You come in with me, right? I don’t want to face him alone…" I said hesitantly, but Charles gently leaned his forehead against mine.

"I would never let you go in there alone!"

"Thank you…" I sighed and he nodded.

"Okay, are you ready?" he mustered me for a moment and I nodded "Then let’s go." he got out of the car, walked around it and opened my door, holding his hand out "I’m with you. Every step of the way."

Charles held my hand tight as we walked to the entrance, a security guard nodding at us, a buzzer rang out, opening the doors. At the front desk a nurse was waiting for us.

"Señora Doetterer, Señor Leclerc, Dr. Martínez is already awaiting you. I’ll take you to him." she smiled at us, then pointed at the front desk "You have to sign into our visitor book and wear these." she handed us a visitor pass each, which I tried to clip to my jacket, with my shaky hands but I failed and Charles helped me, before he did the same with his, then I took the pen to sign into the book but my hand was shaking too much and I dropped the pen.

"Here, let me do that." Charles picked up the pen and signed us both in, then he grabbed my hand again and looked at me for "Do you need a moment?"

"No, I’m okay." I shook my head and he looked at me intently, before he nodded.

"Okay, then let’s go." he turned to look at the nurse and we followed her.

The hallway was long. White. Bright neon light from above. Our steps echoed from the walls. Every door was locked with a keypad. It was quiet. Too quiet. The air smelled somewhat burned, mixed with disinfectant. The whole place felt sinister. We stopped in front of an elevator and the nurse called it down with a keycard. We stepped in, letting it take us to the second floor, still following the nurse. She turned left and stopped in front of a door, then she knocked and opened the door. I walked in first, quickly followed by Charles.

"Ah! Miss Doetterer, Mr. Leclerc, take a seat, please! I’m Dr. Martínez." a middle aged man in dark blue slacks, white button down and a grey sports jacket got up from his chair and walked around the table, shaking our hands "Thank you, Inez, I call you in as soon as we need you."

"Of course, Dr. Martínez." the nurse replied and closed the door behind us.

"Thank you for coming today, Miss Doetterer." he sat back down, a friendly smile on his face "And of course, thank you too, Mr. Leclerc. It’s always better if a confrontation like today happens when the… the victim has some emotional but also physical support by their side."

"How will this confrontation look like? Is he locked behind bars? I’m not letting him get close to Lizzie." Charles said and Dr. Martínez nodded.

"I understand your concerns, Mr. Leclerc. I assure you, you both will be save. He is chained to the chair he’s sitting on. Me and another nurse will be by his side, while you two will sit at the other side of the table." he explained.

"The moment I sense any form of discomfort for Lizzie, I will end this whole thing and we leave." Charles squeezed my hand tightly.

"Of course! Now, as I told you already on the phone, Salva suffers from a plethora of mental illnesses. He has tendencies to a bipolar disorder as well as a strong obsession with you Lizzie, it goes that far to be considered as an illness called erotomania. It is a relatively uncommon paranoid condition that is characterized by an individual's delusions of another person being infatuated with them. He talked about how he saw you at press conferences and that he could feel how you were flirting, being affectionate towards him, but when he confronted you, you denied your infatuation with him. In his mind you did things that showed him that you were interested but just too shy to admit it. I think he tried to lure a confession out of you, by asking highly sexualised questions, hoping you would finally admit your feelings. When you instead of confirming his fantasies getting him banned from the paddock, his love and admiration turned into rage and obsession. In his mind you were forbidding him of his love for you. His object of desire became the manifestation of his hatred."

"But why does he want to talk to me then? Why does he want to see me then? When he hates me?" I almost whispered.

"He seemed remorseful, when he told me everything. He talked about how he realised that the way he pursued you was wrong. Maybe he sees this as his absolution. Apologising to you. Explaining why he did what he did."

"Okay." I looked down on the floor, a little ink stain underneath the table was suddenly all too interesting.

"I suggest you let him talk, let him say what he has to say, from then on we’ll see how to progress." Dr. Martínez got up but Charles held up his hand.

"To make this clear. We’re not here for his sake. We’re here for Lizzie. For her peace of mind. For her to find closure. When I see that this confrontation is taking its toll on her, we’re out. I don’t care if he’s in the middle of a heartfelt apology or whatever. I don’t care for him. If this doesn’t benefit Lizzie, we’re leaving. Again, if I sense just the slightest of discomfort for her, the session is done. We will leave immediately. I don’t care if he finds absolution. He can rot in hell for what it’s worth, if it were up to me." Charles looked at the doctor with stormy eyes. His grasp on my hand comforting me, grounding me.

"Mr. Leclerc, I understand that you want to protect your girlfriend. But a negative, hostile attitude won’t be helpful. Maybe you should wait outsi-…"

"No. I stay by her side, or we’re leaving immediately. Again. We’re here for Lizzie. And only Lizzie. If that’s a problem for you, say it now and we see ourselves out." Charles stood his ground and the way he defended me gave me a sense of security, comfort. I squeezed his hand and he looked at me, smiling encouraging "These are our conditions. It’s up to you now."

Dr. Martínez looked between us, then sighed.

"Please follow me." he pushed a button on his phone and a moment later the door opened and Inez, the nurse from before, smiled at us.

"Salva is waiting for you, Dr."

With every step we took I felt more and more sick. My breathing was ragged, vision blurry. The only thing keeping me going and steady was Charles next to me, holding me close by the waist with one hand, his other hand had my hand in a tight grip.

"I want you to hold my hand in there, the whole time. I want you to squeeze my hand as hard as you can when it’s getting too much, then we’re leaving. You are the strongest person I know, just coming here was so incredibly brave of you!" he whispered reassuring into my ear and I nodded slightly "I’m here, you’re not alone. He can’t hurt you anymore, he can’t hurt anyone anymore, okay?"

"Okay…" I whispered back and we stopped in front of a door.

"Ready?" Dr. Martínez asked and I nodded "Alright." he opened up the door with his keycard and we waited for the buzzer, as soon as it rang out he pushed the door open, stepping inside.

I took one last deep breath, Charles smiling at me, and followed the doctor, Charles right at my back. We sat down and I held my head down, starring at the floor.

"What? You don’t even want to look at me and say hi?" Salva’s voice was like ice running through my veins.

"Salva." Dr. Martínez scolded him and he sighed.

"Hello Lizzie. Hello Charles. Thank you for coming here today." he didn’t sound remorseful, he sounded almost bored.

"Salva, why don’t you tell Lizzie and Charles what you told me, how you regret what you did. How you want to be better."

"Ahhh yeah… that story. See. I don’t think I need to be better… I just wanted an opportunity to talk to Lizzie and where Lizzie goes, Charles follows, isn’t that right" Diaz chuckled and looked at me and then Charles Diaz looked at him, straight in the eyes "By the way. How did you like my little gift on Bianchi’s death day?" he smirked and my eyes widened.

The article from the Spanish newspaper. I was right. It was him. I felt Charles tensing up next to. He tried to not show any emotions but I felt his hand tremble slightly.

"I got over it." he pressed out through clenched teeth.

"Good for you. Really!" Diaz replied, turning his head a little, looking at me as if he waited for me to say something "Oh come on, Lizzie. You came… that means you want to talk. You want to hear my story. You want to…"

"Why?" I interrupted him, my voice barely a whisper.

"Why?" he looked at me and I nodded.

"Why do you want to talk to me? Do you want to explain yourself? Apologise…?" I asked.

"Apologise? No. No definitely not… But I want to tell you my side of the story… why I did what I did… why everything that has happened to you and your family are the consequences of your own doing…"

"Why you did what you did? You started this whole shit just because I rejected you! Back in 2019! In Assen!"

"2019? No. This started earlier. Way earlier. In 2009 to be precise." his smile made me shiver and I looked to Charles, confusion evident on his face as well.

"2009?" I repeated and Diaz nodded.

"Lizzie didn’t know you back then." Charles said and Diaz looked at him.

"Oh, but she did. You as well…" he stated, laughing at the confusion evident on our faces "You see, I’m from a very traditional and conservative family. We don’t think that girls should race… so of course, when we race against a girl, we have to win. Because a girl can’t be better than us. But there was this little annoying brat, always laughing and smiling, charming everyone, fellow drivers, parents, journalists, even racing directors…"

"Just because Lizzie was nice to everyone doesn’t mean that she was charming the race directors!" Charles interrupted and Diaz laughed.

"Oh Charlie boy. Still the big, old guard dog. Funny how nothing has changed." he leaned back in his chair, folding his hands behind his head "Let’s just say, Japan wasn’t the first time your fist hit my face."

"What do you mean?" I asked him and he chuckled.

"Remember when you were disqualified from that race in Italy…"

"… because I punched David…" Charles replied and I remembered that day.

"David Salvador Castro Diaz. David Castro then… Salva Diaz now. Oh you should see the look on your faces. Priceless."

"So you couldn’t beat Lizzie in karting. That’s the reason you did all this?" Charles gently squeezed my hand under the table, when he felt how I tensed up.

"I could beat her, I just never had the chance to. Not when the others were guarding you on track that nothing could happen to our little princess. Not when the race directors where favouring you. My dad was seething. I was a shame for him, he told me more than once. All the money he invested, for me to be beaten by a little girl. No, he couldn’t keep on doing that. He stopped supporting me, so I had to stop karting. Because of you, my dream got destroyed."

"No one protected me on track! How many races did I not finish because some asshole couldn’t handle the fact that I was better and drove straight into me, sending me off track! No, you had the chance to beat me, but you just weren’t good enough." my voice was shaky but I stood my ground, looking at him.

"As long as you believe it. I know the truth. I lost everything. My own father was so ashamed of me that he never supported me in anything ever after. And then I had to witness how you made your way up the series. You both. But at least I knew that you weren’t ever going to make it into F1." Diaz looked at me, grinning like the devil.

"You became a journalist to get your revenge?" I asked confused and he laughed.

"No. I wanted to work in motorsports, after all it still was my biggest passion. A passion you took away from me. I studied sport journalism and during my fifth semester I made an internship at Marca and was sent to some lower Formula races. And who did I bump into out of all people at a F2 race? You. After winning Monaco in 2017. I saw how people were talking about you. How great you were. What a good race you had. I was seething. You didn’t even recognise me. I saw you after that weekend again and again. I even asked you some questions but you didn’t recognise me, how could you, always looking at your little prince with heart eyes? I remember the first time when you were asked if you were a couple and you denied it. Part of me thought you just didn’t want everyone to know, but there was this other part that knew it was because of me. Because when I asked my questions, you were so sweet and kind! Always a joke on your lips and a smile that made everyone feel special. But I knew it was only for me. You just didn’t knew it yet."

"No! It wasn’t just for you! That’s how I am! I told you in Assen! I told you that I am like this! I try to be nice to everyone! It never was just for you! I didn’t want to make you feel special!" I was getting furious, my voice almost trembling.

"Oh come on Lizzie! That little fighting back you did in Assen? Who are you kidding? It wasn’t even noticeable, otherwise guard dog Charle would’ve come down and save you, isn’t that right? You watched me kiss her and you didn’t see anything wrong about it. So you just let it be." Diaz smirked at Charles who paled a little.

"No! NO! It wasn’t like that! I saw you lean in for the kiss and then kissing her and turned away. I didn’t watch it! But I regret it! Every damn second of my life I regret that I wasn’t man enough to stay there. It was my own fault that it could get this far. Would I just have told you what I felt for you I sure as hell would’ve jumped over the banister when I saw him kissing you." Charles voice now trembling when he looked at me. I squeezed his hand a little and shook my head.

"It wasn’t your fault. Nothing of it. I could’ve told you how I felt as well but didn’t do it!"

"How you felt for him? But still you kissed me?" Diaz laughed.

"I didn’t kiss you-…" my head snapped into his direction.

"Of course you did! That first kiss! You didn’t-…"

"THAT WAS MY FIRST KISS EVER! I WAS SHELL SHOCKED! I COULDN’T MOVE! I WAS PETRIFIED! MY HEAD WAS EMPTY! AND YOU PUSHED ME AGAINST THE WALL! AGAINST MY WILL! WHEN I TRIED TO PUSH YOU OFF OF ME YOU GRINNED AND STARTED TOUCHING ME ALL OVER! I DIDN’T WANT THAT!" I screamed at him and for the first time the mad smile disappeared from his face.

"I didn’t want any of it! I never had feelings for you! I never gave you hidden signals! I never flirted with you! Nothing! You took my first kiss away from me! Forcefully! You groped me! I had bruises afterwards! And nothing of it was consensual! NOTHING!" I looked at him in disgust, tears threatening to spill, when I saw the smile coming back.

"You wished your first kiss would’ve been Charlie boy here? Too bad that he didn’t want the same… no he had his first kiss with Camille in the club… and poor Lizzie had to watch… I saw how your face fell when he kissed her. How your heart broke and I just knew that I had to make it up to you. I would’ve never hurt you like this…"

"But you did hurt me! Again and again! You never stopped hurting me!" I spat out.

"That’s your own fault! I saw you leaving, I followed you, I wanted to talk to you! But you were fucking rude, shoving me out of your way, not even saying sorry, not even acknowledging me. No. You just shoved me out of your way like I was an obstacle. An abomination. Not even when you almost tripped and fell down the stairs outside and I helped you. You brushed me off. You hissed at me to leave you the fuck alone. That was the moment I realised you’re not at all the sweet girl that I thought you were. You were a bitch. A cold hearted bitch. I wanted to follow you. I wanted to get to you. But you jumped into a taxi and left. But that was the moment I knew I had to do something. You broke my heart. Now it was my turn breaking yours!"

"And you did that. Over and over again. You did horrible things. To punish me? For not reciprocating your feelings?" I asked him and he threw his head back laughing.

"Salva! You wanted me to call Lizzie and ask her to come here and tell her how you feel and how you regret what you did! Why don’t you start-…" Dr. Martinez began but Diaz waved him off.

"I had to punish you! You played with me, tricked me into believing you had feelings for me! You were living my dream! Everyone talked about how unfair it was that someone as good as you didn’t drive in F1. I couldn’t believe my ears! But then… after your little accident I thought it was over for you. But no. Not for Lizzie Doetterer and her flock of little helpers… no, you found a way into F1. A half dead girl. No. I couldn’t let that happen. But ultimately I couldn’t change it. You made it. Audi took you in and I knew I had to do something. So I did my best to get my blog going. Get Marca and ESPN Spain to sponsor me, so that I would get paddock passes for all races. And then I started to think about how I could make your life in the paddock a living hell. I knew you always had a little problem with your short temper… so I knew I just had to tease you long enough and you would snap. Reveal to everyone how you really are. That this cute and nice and funny girl is just a facade! I wanted the cold hearted bitch that you are to come out…"

"Lizzie was never a cold hearted bitch, you hear me? She was always one of the most compassionate and empathic people I know. And the only reason you think different than anyone else is because she first beat you over and over and then later turned you down. That’s pathetic. You’re pathetic…" Charles said through gritted teeth and I could see how angry he was.

"I wouldn’t say she beat me over and over but…"

"She did! You were never in front of her in any of the races you competed against her! At least 30 to 40 times she showed you again and again that she was better than you!" Charles interrupted him, a triumphant smile on his face.

"43." Diaz spat out.

"43?" Charles asked.

"43 races…" Diaz looked at me.

"43?" I repeated and something came back to my mind "43 letters…" I whispered and Charles looked at me.

"43 letters?" he asked gently and I looked at him.

"I received some fan letters over the winter break… I received 43 from him… all saying the same…" I began and Diaz laughed.

"Happy New Year, Lizzie. 2022 was only the beginning… This year I’m coming for everything if you won’t do what I say." he repeated the words of the letter and I felt a shiver running down my spine "Everything I did had a purpose. Everything I did was connected somehow…"

"Salva, we’re really on the wrong path here… we really should end this-…" Dr. Martinez nodded to the nurse but I shook my head.

"No! I want to know what else you did. That wasn’t all, I know it. I can see it in your face, there’s more!" I said and Diaz nodded.

"So much more… I don’t even know where to start… what about how you were lying to everyone? You were denying that you were a couple all the damn time and I almost believed it. It made sense to me. But then? Cut to Melbourne. Oh boy! I was fuming when I saw you kissing. After all this time, after he broke your heart. After he hurt you so much. You still chose him? You again disappointed me beyond believe!" Salva hissed "But for some reason you kept on lying about it. Denying that you were a couple. Made us all look like fools! I needed to show the world that you’re not this nice girl they all thought you were! I saw how you shared a hotel room in Imola and Barcelona and then you stayed with him in Monaco. So I wanted to expose you in Baku, I just had to. I paid the lady at the front desk to give me your room number and then I lit up a trash can… I wanted everyone to see how you were sharing a room. How you lied to everyone! Why would he be with you and not in his hotel in the middle of the night, if you’re not a couple, right?"

"But you failed! No one saw us!" Charles said and Diaz chuckled.

"Well yeah… in Baku I failed…" he shrugged his shoulders "Not in Mexico though… getting into the medical centre was easy, again, for a certain amount of money, people would do everything. That little snippet of you and her dad…" he shook his head towards Charles "… that was just the cherry on top to cause a little more drama. I was hoping to get another one of your enemies on board, backing up the story, because boy oh boy you sure do have a long list of people who don’t like you, Lizzie. But Camille didn’t want to be part of it… I asked her again for a statement when it came to the paternity of little Liam, but damn she was tough, didn’t want anything to do with it. She said she loves seeing you suffer, but she won’t be part of it. Boring if you ask me, everything feels better, knowing that you played your part in it, ask me, I know what I’m talking about."

"Salva!" Dr. Martinez reprimanded but I held up my hand.

"No, let him talk…" I said and the doctor wiped his brows, sighing loudly.

"This was supposed to be an opportunity for Salva to show remorse, to help him in his recovery… I think it’s better if we end this." Dr. Martinez said, nodding to the nurse.

"No! Let him talk, if Lizzie wants him to continue!" Charles said and I nodded "I told you we’re here for Lizzie. She wants this, so let him talk."

"See, doc? They love my story telling!" Diaz teased.

"Please Dr. Martinez, I need to know the full story… the whole truth…" I looked at him and he nodded slowly.

"Okay…" he slowly agreed and Diaz clapped, smiling brightly at us.

"Where were we?" he asked, scratching his chin "Oh yeah. Monaco. How I loved seeing you like this. Watching you sitting all by yourself, waiting for the hometown hero. What a picture of misery…"

"I knew that someone was watching me… I felt it…" I whispered.

"I was watching you all the time. You were never alone. I was almost always around. Watching you. Studying you. Learning every little thing about you… but Monaco this year? Oh you have no ideas how much it satisfied me, seeing you like this. I could practically see how you were asking yourself it it was the right decision to not do what I wanted…" Diaz stated.

"If you studied me, learned every little thing about me, then you must’ve known that I would never do what you asked of me? I would never go through with your plan…" I began and he yet again began to laugh as if I told him the funniest joke ever.

"Oh Lizzie, come on! Use your brain? It was never about the bets. Or the money. It was about you. Destroying you and your reputation. I planted the seeds from the beginning of last season. Comments and tweets here and there about how you made it into F1 in the first place. Releasing that article about Audi‘s early entry. Provoking your little guard dog to yet again safe his damsel in distress. An article about your attitude, growing aggression. You just played right into my hands in Australia, being this furious after the race. That clip of you throwing away your helmet? Priceless. How people started to question if your facade slowly started to crumple and they get to see the real Lizzie… and now imagine you would’ve done what I asked of you? Deliberately take out Charles and you in Monaco? Secure Max’s wins? Bet on the races? That’s morally so wrong… the lack of integrity! And that all from the driver who stood out as a role model for many young girls out there?"

"But I refused to do it…" I said quietly, my mouth dry "And your punishment for me was hurting my family? Hurting Charles?"

"It didn’t matter if you would’ve agreed to do what I asked you to. The article about your sister’s baby daddy and Charles being it were both set to drop that weekend regardless. Finding her ex and making him comply was easy. Again, with the right amount of money everything is possible. It also helped that he didn’t like you. What am I saying, he hates you." he smiled like he just had told us a beautiful anecdote.

"But how? You said you lost sponsors! You said you needed the money! How did you pay the lab, Sven? Or last year, the lady in the hotel? Whoever let you in the medical centre in Mexico? How did you pay all these people if you have no money?" I was confused "If you needed to bet on races to get some money out of it?"

"Daddy dearest stopped supporting me financially because of you. But when he died I still inherited his money. So you see, I didn’t care for the bets. It’s ridiculous to bet on races. There’s not much money to win. But what would everyone think when innocent and sweet little Lizzie was seen in a betting shop? Betting on races? Races she drives in? You walked blindly into my trap, I took pictures of you going in. You even signed a receipt. The photos, a copy of the receipt along with the betting slips? How would that look in public?"

"Thats what this was all about? You thought I didn’t deserve what I achieved. You were mad that I didn’t treat you the way you think I should’ve? So you wanted to destroy my career at all costs? My-…" I began and he just shrugged his shoulders, laughing out loud.

"No… not just your career… I wanted to destroy everything. Your family. Your reputation. Your life. You." he answered simply and I closed my eyes for a second. Letting his words sink in.

"And what was your plan if you succeeded? If you ruined everything for me? If there was nothing left you could’ve taken from me?" I looked at him, my voice trembling.

"I would find another way to make you suffer even more… don’t you see? Your pain and your agony is what satiates me, what keeps me going, what-…" his voice indifferent. Face blank. Void of any emotions.

"Salva, please! If you don’t stop this… we’re ending it, then! Didn’t you want to tell Lizzie how much you regret-…" Dr. Martínez tried it again, but Diaz only shook his head.

"Regret what? That I wanted to take what was mine? No. Everything I did was justified." he said, his voice indifferent.

"Lizzie was never yours!" Charles was fuming.

"Oh yeah? She’s yours then? No. No I don’t think so! No. If I can’t have here, no one can! That’s why I waited in her apartment for her. To give her a final chance. To choose me." Diaz spat out, looking at me with a look of sheer hate.

"But that’s the thing… she didn’t choose you. You lost. Again. We walk out of here. Lizzie and I. Together. I am her’s just as much as she is mine and nothing you did in the past changed that. You failed. You’re a failure. And we are free to leave. Free to live our life’s. While you? Well…" the way Charles said it made me shiver. I never heard his voice turn so cold. He squeezed my hand and then looked at me "Ready to go?"

I nodded. I knew everything now. He told me everything that he did. And I survived. Charles was right. We would walk out here, while Diaz would stay here. We stood up, ready to leave.

"You know… there is one thing I do regret though, Dr. Martinez, you’re right…" Diaz almost whispered, looking at Charles, again his mad smile on his lips "When I had the chance to get rid of her? To end it all? I wasn’t fully determined to went through with it… because a part of me still thought that with a little time she would finally admit her feelings for me… so I hesitated… and she survived…"

"What do you mean? When you had the chance to get rid of Lizzie?" Charles voice was dangerously low, letting go of my hand.

"I told you I was everywhere. Always watching Lizzie from afar… who would ever suspect a journalist from Spain, with no connection to Lizzie at all, to drive a black Mercedes and run her over and then flee the scene… never looking ba-…" he didn’t even finish the sentence when Charles lunged at him over the table, the nurse jumping in just in time to pull Charles off of Diaz.

"I’m going to kill you, you hear me? You’re dead!" Charles screamed, fighting against the nurse who held him back as the door opened, a security guard and two nurses storming in. The security guard pulled Charles with him outside and one of the nurses guided me outside as well, at the door I turned around and looked at Diaz, again a mad smile on his face.

"Maybe I didn’t win, but at least I made your life a living hell for a while." he began to laugh, the shrill tone made my blood freeze.

As soon as I stood in the hallway and the door to Diaz’ room was closed, I sank down against the wall. Pulling my knees up to my chest. Exhaustion taking over.

"Let go of me!" Charles struggled against the tight grip the security guard had on him and as soon as he was released he kneeled down in front of me "Lizzie?" he whispered, gently cupping my cheeks, making me look at him "Hey! Cara mia, look at me!"

"It was him. He tried to kill me." my voice barely audible.

"And he will pay for it, okay? He will rot in here for the rest of his life, I’ll make sure of it." Charles sounded determined "He confessed it all. Everything he did. He will never be free."

"Can we leave?" I whispered, looking at him.

"Of course. Let’s go home."

We packed up our bags and drove to the airport, jet ready to take us back home. Away from Diaz. Away from the pain he caused. Away from all the horrible things he did. Back in Charles flat I took a shower. A long one. I sat under the spray of the shower head, feeling numb. I didn’t even react when Charles sat down behind me, pulling me into his lap.

"I thought I would feel better… " I whispered, eyes closed.

"It was a lot, he revealed more than what you’ve expected… what we expected…" Charles replied, rubbing my back.

"It was him. Everything that ever happened… it was him…"

"And he confessed it all. In front of us. The doctor. The nurse. He confessed his crimes. He will never be able to hurt you, okay? I’ll take care of it!" Charles kissed my shoulder "And now come on. Let’s get out of here… you look like a raisin." he got up and pulled me with him.

We stepped outside the shower and Charles wrapped me into a towel, kissing my nose.

"I ordered some food from Antonio’s." he said and I smiled "All your favourites."

"Thank you." I wrapped my arms around his waist and snuggled into him.

"Everything for you." he kissed my temple "Let’s eat and watch a movie. Tomorrow we pack and then on Thursday we leave this mess behind for a while."

"What’s up?" he asked after a while of me pacing back and forth, my half packed suitcase in front of me.

"Can we- can we talk about something?" I said and he nodded, throwing his swim shorts into his suitcase.

He sat down on the bed, patting the space next to him and I took a deep breath, sitting down. I was thinking about my words, nervously fiddling with a loose thread from the blanket.

"Come one now, cara mia. What’s going on?" Charles took my hand in his and smiled at me.

"I need to ask you something. You can say no! Really! It’s just… I was wondering… do you think- umm… would it be okay for you, if I- if I move in with you? Here into your flat?" I stammered and Charles looked at me, his face showed his clear surprise.

"Move in with me? Like permanently?" he repeated and I nodded slowly.

"I can’t stand being in my flat… not anymore, not after what happened… I- I don’t feel safe anymore. He, Diaz, he defiled it. It doesn’t feel like home anymore. I don’t want to be reminded of everything that has happened in there…" I whispered, looking down.

"And you feel safe here?" Charles asked and I looked at him "We were mostly at your place after you bought it… I figured it was because here reminds you of Camille."

"I mean it does… sometimes. Not all the time. But yeah… it’s not that bad… it’s better than my place at least." I sighed.

He looked at me for a while, then grabbed his phone. He typed away, got a text back and answered. After two more texts he nodded and stood up.

"Alright. Let’s go." he held his hand out to me and I looked at him confused "Come on. Move."

"Where are we going?" I asked, letting him pull me into the hallway where he slipped into his shoes, he waved towards my shoes and I slipped them on "Charles! Where are we going!"

"You’ll see, okay?" he just said and then we left.

He didn’t say a single word the whole drive and I looked outside, not really knowing where we were. We stopped abruptly at a construction site, where a guy walked towards us and Charles rolled down his window.

"Charles? Okay. Drive all the way to the back and then turn right, again all the way to the back and then left. There you see a big C on the wall. Park there and take the doors on the right. Elevator 4." he explained and Charles nodded.

"Thanks mate." he said and drove into the underground parking garage.

"Where are we going?" I asked again as Charles followed the directions of the guy and parked the car next to the C.

"I want to show you something." he got out and I followed him "Come on."

Through the door and into elevator 4, I was still waiting for an answer when he pushed the PH button. The whole ride upstairs he didn’t say a word, just smiled at me and when the doors finally opened he took my hand, leading me outside into a hallway and then straight through a big door, right into a huge and bright entryway.

"Here’s the kitchen, it’s of course empty, we could choose our own design, but it’s a huge one as you can see. Dining room, there easily fits a table for 20 people! Imagine here a seating area, a comfy sofa right in front of the fire place. And here that would be a guest room. Look how big it is, with an en suite bathroom, all bedrooms have that. Here’s another guest room… and here another one… and that would be our bedroom. Look at the size of the closet! Look at the bathroom. It’s empty for now, but you could design it just like the kitchen, just how you like it! A huge tub, big shower, double vanity." Charles showed me through the penthouse, a big smile on his face "Let’s go upstairs… that’s the living room, we could have the biggest, most fluffiest sofa in here! And here’s the perfect place for my piano… and now let’s get out on the terrace!" he opened up the sliding doors and we stepped outside. It was huge. Almost like a backyard of a big house "Outdoor kitchen, dining table, lounge area and here we have the best part of it all…" a freaking pool. Not a huge pool, but big enough to swim around a little, cool down on hot summer days, a little pool party with friends "What do you say? Do you like it?" he looked at me with big eyes. His excitement almost bubbling over.

"Okay… this place is insane…" I said and looked around "Really insane…"

"In a good way, or a bad way?" he asked, taking my hand "It’s big. I know. But not too big. I’m just thinking… this is a place we could stay for a while… we have enough space for family and friends coming over. We have an outdoor area! A pool. It’s perfect for us…"

"It is perfect… really… but Charles, we can’t afford it? This penthouse costs at least 50 million euros? Probably even more?" I said and he chuckled.

"First of all, no, it doesn’t cost 50 million, it’s far away from that. Second of all, we’re both F1 drivers? I think we can afford it. One of the investors is an old family friend. And another investor is a sponsor of Ferrari. I’m also Monegasque so the real estate fees don’t apply to me. Which means, we can totally afford it…" he smiled.

"You mean, you can afford it? Charles I’m not earning anywhere near your salary…" I began but he shushed me.

"I don’t care. It doesn’t matter who pays for it or who pays more. This is perfect for us. I know this is a very old school and traditional and maybe even slightly sexist way of thinking, and I apologise for it straight away, you know I’m a big supporter of gender equality and feminism, but let me handle this. Let me buy this. For us. For our future. Let me take care of this…"

"I don’t know… about how much are we talking? This is a big step! It’s not just a small 2 bedroom flat like mine! No this is a 4 bedroom, duplex penthouse with terrace and a freaking pool!" I said and Charles chuckled a little.

"And 4 parking spots… I don’t have the numbers, but I let my accountant go over it all and with the, let’s call it discounts, I can definitely afford it, don’t forget that I’ll sell my flat than as well, so that generates another source of income…" he said and now I had to chuckle.

"Your accountant? You call Enzo your accountant?" I slapped his arm and he laughed.

"Yeah because at that moment he was just that, my accountant." he looked at me and I walked inside, downstairs.

"And it’s really affordable?" I asked and Charles nodded "All of the interior design is for us to decide? Floor? Walls? Tiles? Kitchen? Bathroom? Everything?"

"Everything, cara mia. You say what you want and they’ll build it exactly that way."

"When could we move in?" I looked at him.

"The construction works are done in around 3 months and then you can design the interior… and then how ever long that takes…" a smile started to spread on his face "What are you saying?"

I walked into the area that would be the kitchen and turned a little, looking over it all. In my mind I already had tons of ideas on how I wanted this place, our place, to look like. I took one deep breath and turned around, looking at Charles hopeful face.

"I guess I’ll have to sell my flat… I want to contribute at least something…" I said and he took 3 long strides, stopping in front of me, his hands on my waist.

"Are you saying what I think you’re saying?" he whispered.

"When you’re thinking that I’m saying yes, then I am saying what you’re thinking." I answered and I could see how he puzzled the answer together, a big smile spreading on his face.

"We’re buying our first flat together." he hoisted me up, spinning me around, then he sat me down and kissed me passionately, stealing every ounce of oxygen from my body. He leaned his forehead on mine and exhaled happily.

"It’s a fresh start. A fresh start in a neutral place. No old memories. Like an empty canvas…" I mumbled and Charles nodded.

"It’s our place, for us to fill with our memories together."

"This is what I needed. After everything that has happened…" I kissed him "Thank you…"

"I can’t wait for this place to be ours. Ours. Yours and mine." he smiled and I nodded a little "I love you, cara mia."

"I love you too."

Chapter 37 - The big Salva Diaz reveal… this chapter was one of the very first that I have finished when starting this fic last summer… and it’s one of my favourites! I hope you liked it! Let me know what you think about it… next up we have the well needed summer break!

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