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A thot. A smutty, slutty, scandalous thot. With Bodyguard Bucky. Possessiveness, size kink, breeding kink, all of it. Now, imagine being the sweet, quiet, beautiful wife of the esteemed John Walker, CEO of Walker Industries. You sit at his table, clapping with the proudest smile on your face as he accepts an award for another successful year. Your husband dedicates all his success to the beautiful woman who has supported him through all the ups and downs, who has been by his side through it all.
You.
You blow a shy kiss in his direction when the cameras pan over to you, giggling at the wink he throws back. The press will have a field day about the most envied couple in the world, so perfect and so in love. As the night nears its end, your husband gives your hand a squeeze from where he sits beside you, leaning over to whisper in your ear.
"Going to have to stop by office darling, one our major investors just called" He kisses your cheek affectionately with an apologetic look on his face but the understanding smile you give him back lets him know you're not the least bit upset.
"Of course, I'll miss you" You reply and take a sip from your champagne, appearing oblivious to the glances that are thrown your way by the others as your husband leaves without you, his secretary following closely behind him.
All the hushed whispers.
Poor woman has no idea.
All the secrets.
Just a pretty thing on his arm, probably doesn't have a clue.
Doesn't have a clue her husband has been carrying on with his secretary late into the nights and all through out his business trips.
Such a shame she's none the wiser. Has no one thought to tell her? Pity she's genuinely so in love with him.
Truly such a shame, wasn't it?
Such a shame your husband had no idea your bodyguard fucked your brains out till he busted balls deep in side you every chance he got.
Bucky doesn't say a word as he leads you out of the venue, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist, helping you into the car. As soon as he slipped in beside you, you rolled up the dark partition before slinking onto his lap and slamming your lips against his. Bucky groaned against your lips, his hands finding their way home to grope and spank your ass, guiding your hips to grind down on his erection straining against his black pants.
"Need me to take care of you, huh princess" He murmured against the shell of your ear before going back to lacing his tongue with yours causing a shiver to run down your spine, nipping his pouty lip and grasping onto the lapels of his blazer.
No time was wasted as you straightened yourself out upon entering your home, quickly dismissing the staff to leave for the night, giving you free reign to do as you pleased.
As soon as the house was empty, he tossed you over his shoulder, striding up the stairs and straight to the master bedroom. He dropped you onto your large bed, tearing your dress in half down the middle, letting the material fall away at your feet.
"Fuck this" He grabbed your left hand, tugging off the wedding band you wore for appearances and tossing it carelessly across the room. He took off the silver tog tags that hung around his neck, slipping them over your head and letting his name sit perfectly between your breasts, the sight making him feral.
"Didn't even bother with panties" Bucky licked his lips at the sight of your bare naked body, not even a tiny sliver of lace covering your modesty. "You knew, didn't you"
"Always" You purred, knowing damn well your husband would fuck off to bang his desperate little secretary, unknowingly also giving you the night of your life you so badly craved. You crawled to the middle of the bed, your legs spread while Bucky tossed his blazer and shirt off, his pants and brief's quick to follow.
"Lookit you baby, so naughty, fuckin' your bodyguard in the same bed your husband sleeps in"
You let out a needy whimper while he stayed at the edge of the bed enjoying the view, his hand coming down to wrap around his cock giving himself long, languid strokes.
"James, please" you pleaded with a pout but Bucky just smirked in return, hissing as he swiped his thumb over the wet slit of his cockhead.
"I know prinţesă, I know, let me look at how pretty you are" He cooed, joining you on the bed and slotting himself between your legs. You wrapped your arms around his thick shoulders while he let his cock slip between your folds, rolling his hips to hump against your bare cunt. "You're soaked angel, been waiting for this, hm?"
"Wanted you so bad, need you James" Your hips bucked up, chasing the feeling of his fat cock rubbing against you, his swollen cockhead bumping your clit every time he pushed forward. "No teasing, please, missed your cock so bad"
"Shhh, you have me baby, m'right here, yeah?" Bucky kissed away the tears that started to slip down your cheeks, your arousal smearing all over his balls. He guided his dripping cockhead to press against your clit making you cry out, circling his most sensitive parts against yours, "M'right here, feel that angel? Y'feel how wet m'getting for you baby, right on that pretty clit, such a good girl letting me jus' leak all over her slutty little pussy, fuck theres so much precum 'nd m'not even inside you yet"
You'd never felt more empty, clawing at Bucky's back, your pussy fluttering and clenching over the way his silky tip kept tracing circles around your throbbing, sensitive bud. He flicked his cockhead across your clit a few times before lining himself up with your entrance.
"S'fuckin' tight, sh-shit" Bucky moaned as he started to press into you, sliding all the way home in one swift motion. He stayed still, holding your body close to his while your legs wrapped around his waist, your heels digging into his ass, begging for him to do something.
"Move Jamie, please, c'mon, fuck me damn it, I need you, I need- FUCCKK" Your words slurred into sobs as Bucky started to fuck you hard and fast, already too needy with having to get a night alone with you.
"Needed me huh angel? fuckin' needed you too, s'all I think about pretty girl, just me n' you, how-oh fuck- how are you so tight around my cock" Bucky rambled, bringing his knee up to get a deeper angle, his hands coming to lace with yours, pinning you against the mattress.
"Missed-fuck-missed you Jamie" You whimpered, your pussy squeezing and sucking his cock back in,
"My baby loves her fat cock, I know, know you're so empty when I can't fill you up sweet girl, you love your bodyguard's big dick don't you" The taunt in his voice only got you off more, your eyes rolling back as he continued to rail you. "You're pussy's choking me so tight, don't think I can hold back tonight princess, don't think I'll be able to pull out"
"Don't" you whispered and something in the air switched, the highly charged sexual tension replaced with something more desperate and needy as you clung onto each other reading closer and closer to your highs.
"Mmph, y'can't say that, gonna wet your bed with my cum prinţesă, you'd like that wouldn't you, my cum covering all your sheets, your pillows smelling like me, letting me fill you up till your belly gets all swollen"
Bucky's voice melted into a whine, his dominance faltering into something needier, quickly shoving the thought away because he knew there was no chance. It would never happen. You'd never be so careless for such an accident to happen.
"Want it Jamie, want it all with you, please, don't-fuck, oh God-don't pull out" Your glassy eyes wet with tears showed no signs of deception but it couldn't be. He searched your gaze and you could see the innocence in his face wishing this were real, the way his body moved with yours, wishing it was just you and him. "St-stopped taking birth control"
Bucky sobbed at your confession, fucking you harder, making the headboard slam against the wall with his powerful thrusts. His hips snapped , shoving his cock all the way into your pussy, his balls growing heavier at the thought of leaving a piece of him inside of your fertile womb.
"you're fuckin' mine, you hear me? Mine. Mine. Mine. Say it!" Bucky grunted, biting your neck making you scream, your back arching off the bed, pressing your chest further against his.
"M'yours, all yours, just' yours" You slurred out, eyes rolling back and your moans turning nearly silent as immense pleasure crept down your spine.
"Gonna put my baby in you, make you mine forever, fuck your husband, your gonna be the mother of my child, just you prinţesă, all you, ALL YOU" Bucky roared against your neck as he shot ropes of his cum deep in your pussy, giving you harsh, sloppy thrusts as he grew more sensitive. He wrapped his arms around your body with his face tucked into your neck, shuddering at the feeling of your soft hands caressing his back, running your fingers through his soft cropped locks.
You hardly noticed him carrying you over to his room down the hall, tucking you into the warm sheets, resting your head on his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
"I love you" You murmured, smiling at the empty space on your ring finger and feeling the comforting coolness of his chain around your neck.
One day.
"I love you more, prinţesă" Bucky murmured, meaning every word as you both drifted off to sleep.
You couldn't wait to leave your husband.
a/n: This was meant to be way sluttier and less in the feels so might need to revisit this with a different version
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when they finish earlier than you
mature content including sexual themes; established relationships
Wriothesley, Tartaglia, Neuvillette, Pantalone, Ayato, Capitano, Dottore, Alhaitham, Dainsleif, Baizhu
Wriothesley
He groans with emotion but it’s only a few seconds after he realises that you’re still beneath him, still haven't come. Wriothesley looks at your widened, surprised eyes and agape mouth.
“Bloody hell—”, he spits with a shaky voice. “I’m so sorry, we haven't seen each other for a while and I—”
Wriothesley gently caresses your hip, while chuckling and looking at you half-blushing. “Shit, I must have missed you too much.”
It’s not a problem for him to bring you to the peak with his mouth or hands.
Tartaglia
He squirts his release with a loud moan, pressing you close to his chest, his face buried into your neck. Those little bites shall leave radiant marks.
“Oh my god…” Ajax moans into your neck. “Oh f-fuck—I—”, he pats your back, “Fuck, I have never come so fast before. It’s not my fault, peanut, you’re too gorgeous for your own good.” He jokingly says, hiding his blush into your neck so you have no idea of it. Ajax is incredibly embarrassed and frustrated with his manhood that got too sensitive too soon.
Neuvillette
Neuvillette feels embarrassed and upset over losing his composure so quickly. He usually lasts long, and finding himself in such predicament gives way to the feeling of guilt and frustration.
“Darling, we can go one more round to get you satisfied. Please forgive me, my love.”
“No need to, Neuvillette, the both of us are tired. We can do it anytime during the week.”
“But I feel so guilty for coming first and not giving you the release you deserved. Let me at least satisfy you with my hands.”
“I don’t mind that, but please don't stress yourself out too much. It’s just sex, we can do many times better later. Nothing changes between us if you simply came early.”
Neuvillette caresses your face softly and speaks with emotion.
“You know that I usually last. I feel so defeated right now.”
To comfort your husband you place a kiss on the centre of his palm.
“Cumming early doesn't make my love to you fade, Neuvillette. In all honesty, I’m glad if I make you so excited that you can barely hold it together.” You give one other awkward but loving smiles.
Pantalone
“I—I apologise. I did not foresee that, darling”, with a perplexed, disoriented look Pantalone pulls away. He gets purchase on the clean towel and covers his body in shame. A terrific sight, so rare for the Ninth Harbinger who is usually unabashed, especially in intimacy.
“Oh my—how pathetic!”
You try to comfort him, saying that he must have been both too excited and tired after work, which ended up in premature peak, but Pantalone seems too distressed and angry at his inability to control himself as he quickly vanishes from the bedroom.
Ayato
With a stiffled moan Ayato finishes, but somehow it feels so wrong - releasing much earlier than you, when his significant other’s orgasm is in question.
Ayato grabs the towel and wipes himself clean, while looking down at you, your legs still thrown on his shoulders.
“Oh my goodness”, he laughs at himself, but the laugh is nervous, not cocky or proud as it usually is. The man’s ego seems to die out ridiculously soon, as quickly as he finishes this time.
“We’ll have to go one more round after that…” he hisses, his member still very sensitive. “Once I get ready again.”
Capitano
“Hngghh—”
Capitano pulls out with a well-heard grunt and pulls you closer to his chest. You are lying on top of him, your bodies are slightly wet when he makes a remark:
“I apologise, wife. It seems my stamina betrayed me tonight”, he gives a smooch to your cheek, brief but filled with devoted emotion. “Maybe if you stay a while like this, I can satisfy you longer. What do you think?” He delivers yet another kiss, this time to your neck. His voice sounds much quieter and he gently runs his hand through your hair.
“We should really stay together tonight. I feel like I need you more than ever. And not a word about this to anyone.”
Dottore
“Dottore, get out of the bathroom, immediately.”
“No!” A grunt and a curse escape from the inside of the bathroom. “I must learn what caused the fail in performance.”
“Dottore, I’m happy either way. Besides you looked quite funny.”
“FUNNY—she thinks I’m funny”, he utters to himself under his breath. “I’m going to check this little idiot for ruining our bedtime.”
Your amused laugh can be heard from the bedroom, as Dottore’s anger at his own manhood looks funny.
Alhaitham
“Oh, Y/N—f-fuck!” Alhaitham certainly does not expect himself to cum prematurely. His face looks red and his expression radiates emotion. You swear you have never seen a face sexier than this. You didn't know that he could ever be able to cum so hard (and so soon).
Alhaitham scowls, looking at you. “What? You think this is funny? It’s just a one time occurrence.” Another moan escapes his mouth and he covers his face with his hand. “You shouldn't see me like this—”
Dainsleif
Dainsleif falls onto the bed, utterly defeated and pulls you with him. You notice how heavily he is breathing and judging by the perplexed look on his face, never he did expect rushing his own release. He was shocked, to say in the least.
“Don’t look at me like that. You think you’ve defeated me?” Dainsleif groans when you move to his chest. “I will make you finish twice next time, and believe me—much earlier than me.”
Baizhu
Baizhu lets out a moan he did not expect coming and immediately covers his mouth. His face is red and silly when he looks down at you. He is blushing extraordinarily, and the buds of sweat roll over his chest as he towers over you.
“Let’s pretend this did not happen, my dear”, he runs his hand down your lips and onto your neck. “Oh my goodness, how embarrassing.”
Yet you just give him a sincere laugh. “Baizhu, it’s alright. I enjoyed it immensely.”
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Make The Most Out Of A Bad Situation
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~1.1k
Warnings: minor angst
Summary: Bucky comes to your rescue even though you didn’t ask for it. He punishes you even though you did nothing to deserve it. He kisses you even if it’s supposed to be wrong.
Squares Filled: plums (2020) for @buckybarnesbingo
Author’s Note: any and all comments are greatly appreciated <3
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I can’t believe I’m here right now. All I want to do is go home and snuggle in bed where I can watch movie after movie. But no. You can’t really blame Natasha. Her boyfriend is the one who is thrown this party with his best friend who just so happens to be your enemy. You and Bucky have never gotten along, even before Nat and Steve started dating. You don’t want to ask her to leave knowing she came with you. You don’t think she’d mind but she hasn’t seen him in a while and you don’t want to take that from her.
The party scene isn’t really what you’re into, so you decided to take a walk around the ten-acre property. You’ve been to this house plenty of times so you know it like the back of your hand, which is why you’re toward the back where there is this small pond that freezes over in the wintertime. You like to sneak onto the property and go ice skating when you can, and you haven’t been caught yet.
The music can be heard from where you are but it’s faint which gives you some time to think with a clear head. Bucky and Steve bought this property when they were in their early twenties and have taken care of it ever since. They have beautiful plum trees that you love to snack on, and you grab one that is hanging low for the taking. You take a big bite and moan at the delicious taste.
You toss the scraps onto the ground knowing small animals will come to feed off it. This place is notorious for deer passing through it. Not now. Not when there is a major party going on. Speaking of, you should really get back. You’re the one who drove here but maybe Natasha won’t mind staying here and letting Steve take her home. You start to head back when three guys come out from the tree line. You’d be scared if you didn’t know who all three of them were.
They’re Bucky’s annoying and arrogant friends.
“What are you guys doing here?” you ask and stop walking.
“See? I told you she’d be out here. All alone like a fucking loser.”
“Yeah, good one,” you roll your eyes.
You try to get past them but they won’t let you go that easily.
“Whoa, where are you going? Stay. Hang out with us,” one of them chuckles.
“No thanks.”
“What an ungrateful bitch, guys. Care to show her what we do to ungrateful bitches?”
On of them grabs your arm tightly and begins to drag you to the pond.
“I hope you love to swim.” That’s when panic sets in. You try tog et away and that makes the man holler in victory. “I think she wants to go for a swim!”
“No, don’t, please!”
You never learned how to swim. You didn’t have a pool growing up, and your parents were too busy to take you to swim lessons. You never liked the water so you never had a desire to learn to swim. Man, you’re regretting that decision right about now.
“Hey.” Everyone turns to see Bucky coming out from behind the trees. “Knock it off. The bitch can’t swim so if you plan on drowning her, do it elsewhere.”
“Whatever. Come on guys. She’s not worth it,” one of them say.
All three of them walk away, leaving you and Bucky by the pond.
“I could have handled that, you know. I didn't need saving, asshole.”
Bucky takes two long strides over to you before pushing you into the warm waters below.
“How about now, doll?” he smirks.
Flight or fight kicks in, and you kick your legs to try and keep your head above water. However, its not working and you’re sinking faster than you’re floating. Seconds later, hands are grabbing your arms and pulling you out of the water. As soon as your feet are planted on solid ground, you must up every ounce of strength and shove Bucky away from you.
“You’re a dick! I’m out of here.”
“With what car?”
His words make you stop in your tracks, and you flip your hair over your shoulder.
“My car.”
“I’ll drive you home. Come on.”
Bucky walks past you but you don’t move an inch.
“If you think I’m going anywhere with you, you’re sorely mistaken.”
Bucky smirks and reaches into his pocket only to pull out your car keys. What the hell? You feel your pockets and your keys are missing. He must have taken them when he pulled you from the pond.
“It’s not what I think, Doll, it’s what I know. You’re stuck with me until I say otherwise.”
“Give me my keys.” You storm over to him and try to grab it from him but he moves his hands to a height you can’t reach. “What are you, five?” You try again but receive the same reaction. “Fine. Keep them. Shove them up your ass for all I care. I’ll walk home.”
“Take one more step and I’ll gladly throw your ass back in the water.”
You turn to face Bucky and with a smirk, you take one more step back. Bucky moves faster than you can process, and he throws you over his shoulder. You know exactly what is going to happen so this time, you prepare yourself. Bucky tosses you back into the water but instead of going in alone, you make sure to bring Bucky with you. You cling to his clothes and drag him under with you.
He is a whopping six foot man while you’re much shorter than that, so he can stand comfortably on the bottom of the pond and still have his head above water. You wrap your legs around his waist and cling to him like a dryer square on pants. Bucky’s hands go under your ass to keep you there, and you two stare into each other eyes.
“That’s what you get for tossing me--”
Bucky cuts you off and plants his lips over yours in a searing kiss. Never have you ever thought you’d be kissing Bucky Barnes but now that you are, you have no idea why you weren't doing this before. All the pent-up tension and hate turns into passion and lust. His hands claw at your clothes, you fist your hands in his hair, and his lips leave a hot imprint on your skin.
“No, we can’t do this,” you pull away, breathless.
The look in his eyes tells you that he doesn’t care. You lean in again and kiss him, this time with feeling. This might be a one-time thing and if so, you’re going to make the best out of a bad situation.
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3.2k | Toge Inumaki x gn!reader
S Y N O P S I S : You and Toge have been dancing around what everyone else already knows to be true, when finally a bet between friends brings it all to the forefront.
C O N T E N T : friends to lovers, fluff, brief mention of alcohol
A / N : loosely inspired by a song from OKLAHOMA! of all things. anyway it’s my first fic in a long time i hope u enjoy ! mwah!!
You rush down the sidewalk past buildings that flew by in a blur, feet tapping against the stone in a rapid procession that matched that of your thoughts.
Rarely, if ever, was there notable gossip within your group of friends. Sorcerers all, the daily tribulations of your shared profession usually stole the attention that might be reserved for petty speculation enjoyed by more typical individuals of your age group. Rarer still, were you the subject of such gossip. That novelty, and the eager sense to immediately share the news is what propelled you now at such a frantic pace towards the courtyard where a familiar figure was waiting. Toge — the white shock of his platinum hair coming into view first as you round the corner to approach him where he sat. Dutifully obeying your instructions to meet you there, texted to him just a few minutes earlier.
His eyes light up as soon as you come into view, widening when it’s clear that your rapid advance doesn’t seem to be slowing. You reach the bench where he’s sitting and barely manage to skid to a stop, the momentum of your actions toppling you down beside him with an exasperated sigh.
“Kelp.” He chuckles, amused by your dramatic arrival.
You give him a quick obligatory, “Hey, Tog,” as your hand reaches out in a well-practiced motion for the zipper on his collar, pulling it down below his chin so you could see his mouth and the marks on either side of it.
“You wouldn’t believe what I just heard!” the exclamation comes just as soon as the afterthought of a greeting leaves your mouth.
He looks back inquisitively and you continue without missing a beat. “So I overheard Yuji and Nobara talking...”
His eyes crinkle as he smiles and he types something on his phone: “You were eavesdropping…”
“Okay fine, I was eavesdropping!” You relent, “But that’s not the point! The point is — they have a bet… About us!”
You pause dramatically, waiting for an appropriately scandalized response and when none comes you continue, only slightly deterred. “More specifically, the bet is about whether or not we’ll start dating. Us.” You huff, “Can you believe that?”
He doesn’t miss a beat, his tone level and his expression unphased. “Salmon.”
“Right?! That’s what I said. Like why would-“ His response finally registers in your mind and you do a double-take. “Wait, what do you mean?!”
He pulls up the notes app on his phone again and his thumbs dance across the screen before turning it so you can read the message he’s typed.
“well I mean maybe if you didn’t flirt with me so much… 🤷♂️”
You scoff and raise your eyebrows skeptically. “Oh, I’m the one who flirts? Please. That’s all you.”
He furrows his brow slightly and tilts his head to the side.
“Oh don’t play dumb with me. You practically act like my boyfriend.”
“Bonito flakes.” He protests, a faint smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.
The truth is Yuji and Nobara’s bet is not unfounded — not in the slightest. The two of you have been playing this game for far too long for your younger friends’ nearly nonexistent patience. But Toge loves it. He revels in the fact that your friendship with him teeters on the edge on something more and cherishes every little slip up that shows it.
“Whatever, liar.” You smile and shake your head. “We need to set some ground rules.”
He raises his eyebrows curiously.
“Ground rules, you know? A list of things you need to stop doing so people will stop thinking we’re a couple.”
He smirks, the cursed symbol on his cheek twitching upwards.
“I’m serious!” You reach and arm out to give him a playful shove, but he dodges it expertly. His smirk only grows, earning him an eye roll.
“First of all,” you start, ignoring his smug expression, “you’re way too good with my parents. You’ve got to stop impressing them so much or my mom will never stop calling you her future son-in-law.”
He scoffs, hastily typing up his rebuttal.
“are you actually complaining that your parents like me rn?? my bad, let me just make them hate me 💀”
You groan, “You know what I mean! You brought my mom flowers that one time, like c’mon.”
He smiles, remembering the occasion last year. It was your mother’s birthday and he knew that you’d be spending the day with her, which meant he wouldn’t be able to. He needed an excuse to at least see you for a few minutes — and so the white-haired sorcerer dropped by a flower shop and made his way down the familiar route to your house with a small arrangement of carnations and daisies. She’d loved them of course, and insisted he join the two of you for lunch. Mission accomplished.
He sighs dramatically, but relents “fine, no flowers for your mom… she’ll be devastated tho”
His add-on at the end makes you chuckle. “I’m sure she’ll survive.” You assure him.
“anything else?”
“As a matter of fact, yes,” you respond to his newest note and sit up a bit straighter, putting on a playful air of haughtiness. “Don’t laugh so much at my jokes. I know I’m devastatingly funny, so that might be a challenge, but it gives people the wrong idea I think.”
His thumbs are tapping his phone screen before you can even finish your last sentence. “Who laughs at your jokes? 🤔”
The quip earns him another shove. One that lands this time because he’s too busy laughing at your shocked and offended expression to dodge it. Toge’s laugh is a soft, bubbling sound that in spite of your last statement, you could listen to a million times and it would never be enough.
He catches his breath and straightens up a bit then points to himself, an ever present ghost of a smile playing at the corner of his lips. “My turn” he mouths.
That’s only fair, you think. So you nod, encouraging him to elaborate. He crosses his arms into an “X” in front of his chest — no more — then he points to your eyes with his index and middle finger, then points to himself.
You stare at him puzzled for a moment. “I’m not allowed to look at you?” You ask incredulously.
He shakes his head and rolls his eyes, mouthing. “Not like that.”
“Like what?” You laugh.
“Like this,” his lips move silently once more and he reaches out his hand, cupping your cheek to hold your gaze, his lavender eyes locked with yours, sparkling mischievously like he’s got a secret he’s about to share with only you. There’s a beat of silence. And you have to work to resist the urge to lean in and kiss him. He just looks so pretty. Had his lips always looked so soft? So perfectly paired for your own…?
“Alright fine,” you exhale, shaking yourself from your reverie and grasping for an excuse to turn away from his touch. When his hand falls away from your face and you can breathe normally again, you speak once more. “The notes then. You’ll have to stop collecting them.”
You’re referring to the scraps of paper the two of you use to communicate when his riceball ingredients aren’t enough and he’s too lazy to pull out his phone. The ones he refuses to throw out, opting instead to fold them into his pocket and place them neatly into a shoebox under his bed later for safekeeping. They might just be random bits of paper, small snippets of past conversations with no context, but he doesn’t need any. He can recognize if you were happy, excited, sad or angry when you wrote each one by just the subtle changes in your handwriting. Keeping those notes is important to him; each one of them a memory that he has of you, and has no intention of kicking the habit any time soon.
This is one rule he won’t entertain. He shakes his head defiantly and furrows his brows. “Bonito flakes.”
There’s a sense of relief at his refusal as you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding in. This habit of his was one that had always made you feel important to him in a way that separated you from all his other friends, and it reassured the tamed and quiet part of you that hoped this familiar game would someday come to an end in your favour to see he didn’t want to relinquish it.
“Alright, I suppose you can keep the notes,” you say, and he beams, relieved by the knowledge that you enjoy his more sentimental tendencies.
Relieved too, that you clearly didn’t understand his one and only ground rule, because there you are again looking at him with that magnetic gaze that makes his heart melt.
You’re so focused on him that you don’t notice the phone he’s holding up for you at first, and he has to wave it slightly to get your attention.
“is it really so bad though?”
“What do you mean?”
“is it so bad that people think we’d make a good couple?”
No.
Your inner voice answers before you even have time to process that he’s asking you this — Toge, who’s occasional flirting you entertained, sure, but who you had convinced yourself long ago was off limits. Only allowing yourself a little self-indulgence once in a blue moon, wondering about what it might be like to take the plunge and turn your friendship to something more. A subtle touch every now and then, lasting just a bit too long. A moment of absentminded closeness, eyes flitting to lips before embarrassment comes blundering back in, followed by a blush and flustered change of subject. Those things were more than enough for what you had long ago accepted as just a silly and wholly unserious crush on your closest friend. It wouldn’t be right to risk all the trust and comfort the two of you had built as friends for just a chance at knowing what it would be like to call him yours. But here he was asking — what would be so wrong if you did?
Or was he? The doubt creeps in to cloud the excitement just as quickly as you’d let yourself believe he might return your feelings, and you begin convincing yourself that it’s just too good to be true.
Toge can see the gears in your head turning, the adorable and familiar way your features twist in concentration when you’re thinking really hard about something. He imagines reaching out his thumb to brush away the lines that have formed between your eyebrows as you furrow them at him, trailing it down to trace your lips and bring it back to touch his own — an inadvertent kiss.
But he doesn’t. Now, he needs to know your answer.
Your response finally comes as a tentative murmur, purposefully vague and noncommittal in an effort to suss out whether he’s being genuine or just teasing. “I guess not…”
His face falls just slightly. “you guess?”
“Well, I mean, I don’t know..” You huff, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. “What do you think?”
“i don’t mind at all.”
Your eyes race over the words a few times, just to be sure, then flick up to his face searching for any break in his level expression to indicate he was kidding around. But there’s nothing. Not even an echo of the smirk he wore earlier. An answer eludes you and you can only purse your lips and stare at him, desperately trying to figure out how you’re supposed to respond.
That’s when the young sorcerer rolls his eyes and lets out an exasperated sigh, his patience finally being worn thin. The game had been fun he thinks, but your obliviousness was getting downright painful at this point. If he has to spell it out for you then so be it.
He looks you in the eyes, his expression as serious as it’s ever been on his most important mission and takes hold of your hands in his. They give a gentle squeeze, urging you to pay attention. Then, he points his index finger to himself, makes a heart with his hands, and points to you. Repeats twice more for good measure, and looks at you with a gaze he hopes says I’ve loved you since I met you, you are so, SO precious to me.
There, he thinks, there’s no explaining it away this time; there’s little room for interpretation in those movements.
Your face morphs with the motions of tentative understanding, a curious disbelief present in your expression. You could imagine his voice, the sound of it dutifully committed to memory despite its infrequency — saying the words along with each movement: I. love. you. I love you. I love you.
“Don’t mess with me Toge,” the last vestiges of your hesitation voice themselves, stern despite the giddy excitement that sent your stomach fluttering, “flirting is one thing but this is entirely different, it’s cruel.”
My god, the cursed speech user thinks to himself. You’re certainly not making this easy on him, a fact he supposes is only fair considering how long he’s let this go on. He shakes his head, a baffled smile playing across his lips. Well, that only leaves one option.
“I love you.”
This time, the sound of his voice is not imagined. He doesn’t imbue any cursed energy into the words but the air around you two still seems to tingle with a latent electricity in their wake. You shoot him a shocked look, eyes wide as saucers as your mouth opens to chastise him. But Toge is quick — and somewhat impatient after all this time — leaning in before your accusation can be fully voiced to cut it short with a long overdue kiss. Your admonitions are forgotten completely the moment his lips meet yours, mind consumed with the feeling of it, with him.
It’s a soft thing, your lips moving gently together for only a few precious seconds that still manage to send your head spinning. When you retreat slightly, forehead resting on his own, he grins wildly before pulling you back in for another, deeper embrace that brings his hands to either side of your face and presses yours eagerly against his chest.
Minds rushing with the thrill of it all you both stay there for the better portion of the evening, making up for the lost time. Lips on swollen lips, hands in tangled hair, just kissing, kissing, kissing…
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A few days later, you and Toge are at Yuji and Megumi’s apartment to gather with all your friends for the first time since the two of you made it official.
The group chat went absolutely wild when Toge announced your status as a couple by casually sending a picture he’d taken of your arms wrapped around him and face buried in his neck — and after a barrage of excited texts, decided that you all needed to get together to celebrate.
“Finally!” Yuji exclaims loudly as soon as you walk through the door, wrapping both you and Toge into a tight bear hug that lifts your feet off the ground. “I knew it! I totally called it. Did I not call it?”
“Hardly impressive on your part,” his roommate chimed in from behind him where he stood with his hands in his pockets. “We all knew it was going to happen eventually.”
Fushiguro nudged around his loud, enthusiastic friend to greet the two of you with handshakes and quick ‘good to see you’s before retreating to the kitchen to get drinks for his guests.
“I called it.” Yuji insisted. Then, “come!” He waved you both towards where everyone was gathered and joined them. Maki and Nobara were wedged on the couch, sharing the one remaining cushion not occupied by Panda’s hulking form. And Yuta, smiling proudly at the two of you like he especially had known the inevitability of this pairing, sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of them.
You and Toge exchange greetings with the others, join Yuta on the floor, and fall into easy conversation with the group who had only grown closer in the years since graduation. Toge’s arm wraps around you instinctively, pulling you close to him. He’s so caught up in the boastful satisfaction of the action he hardly notices when Fushiguro returns passing out drinks. You take his drink for him along with your own, offer an apologetic smile for your raven-haired friend that is met with an understanding smirk and shake of his spiky head.
Hours pass, drinks are downed and conversation gets louder and more interspersed with raucous laughter.
“So which one of you started that bet anyway?” You ask eventually, playful and curious. “And which ones of you bet against us, huh?” You cross your arms over your chest and look at the group, narrowing your eyes in faux suspicion as you examine them. It’s this action that stops you from noticing the way your boyfriend straightens, sharing a look with his best friend across the coffee table. One that contains the guilty awareness of a schoolboy about to be caught in his mischief. Yuta stifles a laugh.
The rest of them exchange confused looks, then looks of understanding, before joining Yuta in suppressed amusement.
“You haven’t told them yet?” Maki directs her incredulous question at Toge, and scattered snickers and gasps follow from the rest of them. You watch him intently for his response. Which, is at moment, only a sheepish grin and deep blush of his cheeks.
Just like the night that he kissed you for first time and told you he loved you, this time slightly dulled by the drink, the gears in your mind start to turn and you start putting it all together. Then it clicks.
“Oh my- I’m so dumb.” You chastise yourself for the delayed understanding and Nobara bursts out laughing. Grabbing her stomach and falling back dramatically against her girlfriend who only halfheartedly rolls her eyes before joining in with a chuckle of her own. Of course Toge had been the one to start the bet. Which was in truth less a wager on whether or not the two of you would get together, but how quickly. Of course he knew Yuji and Nobara wouldn’t be able to keep quiet about it, eventually making it known to you.
You turned on him then with a knowing smirk and leaned towards him, “Were you planning on telling me, hmm?”
He shrugged, blushing more furiously now as your face neared his.
“Well,” you say, now just inches away from him, “I’m glad you did it either way.” You close the last of the small distance and catch his lips in a kiss. He kisses you back, and the way it sets his heart racing is enough to distract him from the teasing hooting of your friends who are most definitely not going to let him live down either this display of public affection, or his part in the bet that started all this. Which is just as well to him. He’d been playing the long game after all, and the outcome was exactly as rewarding as he’d hoped.
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A whole new world
Azriel x TOG!reader
PT 1 ?
Summary: You are Dorians half sister who goes with him and Aelin to forge the lock but you don't return with Aelin as tumble down to an unknown world
Being the bastard daughter of the king of Adarlan has never been easy, especially being half fae. The only reason why my father ever kept me around was because the believed me to have no magic, my mother said that I must never let anyone l know of my magic . So I've kept it secret for years until recent months.
"Close the wyrdmark once I've finished" Aelin says to Rowan, his nod is his only answer, as Aelin puts the wyrdstones in her arm and we're transportded to a place thats not a place and we begin fordging the lock...
"We can go home " I say with a smile on my face Aelin looks at me with a smile as big as mine " Lets go home" then we begin falling through the worlds , but we are falling to fast and as we see the world their are two fae standnig on a balcony we though out our arms as to signal them, thats when I feel my hand loose its grip on Aelins then I'm falling into the world, I hear Aeiln shout my name but its to late, she disappears into the next world.
I'm tumbling down from the sky, thinking this would be my end when I feel someone catch me , I open my eyes and look up to see who had caught me and see the man from the balcony, he's speaking to me but I don't here a word he is saying over the roaring of the wind.
As we land on the balcony , I take a moment to catch my breath when the man speaks to me in a language I've never heard, my confusion must have shown on my face because he stopped and looked to the female. I then spoke to them in the old language " Where am I ? " the male looked at me and said in the old language " You are in Velaris the city of starlight, who are you? "
" I'm y/n , can you help me get back to my please? " he looked towards the female again and spoke to her before answering " Hello y/n my name is Rhysand, will you please follow me and meet some of m people who might be able to help you"
I follow the two inside to what looke like an office " Please sit down, the others will be here shortly" the male Rhysand said, I took a seat on the lovely couch. There was a Knock on the door when two winged males walked in and a female with short black hair, as I looked at the males one was handsome in a rough way and the other male.....he was the most beautiful male I've had ever seen, he had shadows around him, they almost seemed alive.
the male said in the old language " Y/n this is Amren she is the most likely to help you home and these are Cassian and Azriel " Amren sad to me " Where are you from girl ? " "Erilea" I reply, I look at the male Azriel and see that he is already looking at me with some emotion in his eyes that i cant place. " It will take some time to find a way for you to get back home in the mean time Azriel will take you to a room here in the House of wind, where you may stay while we try and find a way home for you, we will have dinner soon Azriel will come by and help you to the dinning room" "Thank you for your kindness and willingness to help"
Azriel leads me to a room that will be my bedroom for the time being. ''This will be your room, my room is right across if you need anything'' I look around the room, its cozy theres a big bed in the middle of the room with creamy white sheets, their is big floor to celling windows, there is a door on the other side of the room which leads to a bathroom. '' There should be some clean clothes in the dresser over their and the bathroom is stocked with all the bathing things you'd need, I'll stop by later to take you to dinner'' I turn to him ''My Azriel I am here for about half an hour and you're already taking me to dinner'' I say with a sly grin on my face, he looks at me with shock clear on his face and stumbles with his words ''No, no, th-thats not what I meant, I'll come and-'' I laugh and say ''I know what you meant I was just pulling your leg'' he looks at me again and huffs a laugh '' I'll leave you to your bath''
I walk over to the dresser to see what cloths I could get, I choose a white with blue flower dress that looks comfortable, and can't help but think of how the blue looks likes Dorians eyes, tears fill my eyes, how long will I stay here in this unknown world with these people , I hadn't realized I was crying until I felt a tear drop on my arm. I wipe away my tears and head for the bath room.
I emerge from the bath room feeling slightly better after being clean and having a good cry, I didn't know exactly when dinner would be served so I decided to have a looked around what was to be my room, a bookshelf in the corner of the room caught my eye, was running my hand along the titles that I couldn't read when someone clears their throat behind me, I turn quickly my magic rising in me, ''I didn't mean to scare you'' Azriel apologizes, he's standing by the door ''It's alright, I didn't hear you knock or enter? '' he looks at me with that same look from earlier '' What '' I ask '' Nothing , it's nothing, come lets go to dinner and introduce you to the rest of our court''
My palms begin to sweat as we walk to the dinning room, nervous to meet these people, I can't help but wonder whats going on back home, is Aelin alright did she find her way back ? is Dorian alright? did they make it in time to save Terssasn? will I ever see any of them again? ''I can hear you thinking, I can promise you as crazy as these people may be we will not harm you unless you prove to be a threat'' I look out the corner of my eye towards Azriel and give him a tight lipped smile '' that was not at all what I was thinking but thanks for the input'' we enter the dinning room and Rhysand, Cassan, Amren and the female from earlier are already seated, then there is three new females at the table as well one sharp looking female sitting next to Cassian and the female sitting next to her looked like a softer version of the sharp female, sisters possiblely, and then there was the third female wearing a red gown.
Azriel guides me to a seat and pulls out the chair next to mine, '' know that we are all here let me introduce you to my people, this is my mate Feyre and those are her sisters Nesta ( the sharp one) and Elain ( the soft one, who is glaring at me from across the table) and my cousin Morrigan . Everyone this is Y/n'' I smile at them and give an awkward wave to them ''It's nice to meet you all''
After the introductions where done food just appeared out of thin air, my shock must have shown on my face because Cassian says with a grin on his face '' what they don't have magic where your from? '' I look at him with shock still in my voice '' we do have magic we're I'm from it's just...I've never seen things just appear from thin air'' ''They just come from thin air it was just simply moved from the kitchen to the table'' Rhysand says amusement shinning in his face.
As dinner comes to end I can't help but feel as Elain has a problem with me, she has been giving me dirty looks the whole night, as I look over at her now she is whispering something to Nesta who looks me up and down, with a sneer on her face, I look away quickly, and Azriel bumps me with his elbow , I look at him and he leans in to whisper '' if you wish to leave you may just ask and I am more then happy to take you back to your room'' I nod slowly and rise from my seat '' thank you for the dinner I would like to go back to my room and rest'' Rhysand looks at me and gives a gentle smile of course, tomorrow I'll have Az come by your room so that we may start our course of finding you a way home''
As we walk back to my room Azriel is quiet, and I let curiosity win over me'' what are these shadows around you?'' he looks shocked at my question but answers my question '' they are... like companions they also help me with my job.'' ''oh, I like them.'' and as i say that one breaks away and comes close to my face and it almost looks like it tilts it head in curiosity , I giggle and it goes around my neck before returning to Azriel, ''they're adorable'' he looks at me with a soft smile and says ''we're here'' he opens my door for me and as I go in I turn to say goodnight when I bump right into his muscled chest, ''oh I'm so sorry I-'' I stopped talking as I look at him in the eye and my breath was knocked right out of me, he looks down at me with his mouth slightly parted, his warm breath hits my face and I feel myself heat up, we slowly start to lean in and I close my eyes when a voice breaks the moment and we pull away from eachother to see who it was, Elain stands a few feet from us with a innocent look on her face and speaks in her language towards Azriel. He looks back at me and says '' I.. I'll see you tomorrow morning'' its takes me a minute to reply ''yes, yes uhm right I'll see you tomorrow''
As I enter my room I groan, what was I thinking, I was just about to kiss him, this man who I barely know, I run my hands over my face and head to the dresser to look for some thing to sleep in. As I climb into my bed I can't help but think of that almost kiss with Azriel.
Part 2
AN: alright thats all for now , I will make a pt 2 if you all enjoy this part, the next pt will defiently have more Az x reader scenes, hope you enjoyed this fic, and feedback is greatly welcomed, also if there is a scene you would like to see I will definitely add it , sorry if there are spelling mistakes it's like 1 in the morning so😅
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What could of been… —TOG AU
Part one | Warnings: angst | Rowan x Aelin
Summary: What if Rowan had known Lyria was pregnant and didn’t go off to war? Fenrys would have most likely trained Celaena, not Rowan, Would Celaena be the person she is in KOA?
Note: this is an AU this isn’t in the books.
Masterlist / Series Masterlist
Rowan’s POV
“Rowan! We’re ready!” Lyria’s called from the entryway pulling him back into reality from where he’d been lost in thought. “Coming love!” He echoed back, walking out of the shared bedroom to his wife and their youngest daughter, they were going out to Mistward to visit Emrys and malakai for a party. They were celebrating something along the lines of peace. Since Wendlyn hadn’t been in any conflicts which Rowan was grateful for as that meant Rowan got to spend more time with his family, His daughter Maisie—only eight—had not been pleased at the idea of going out but had begrudgingly accepted after the promise of good food.
He kissed his mates cheek before grabbing his jacket and walking out the door his family trailing behind, he was going to be meeting with Fenrys to see how he was going with the task their queen had given him.
He was tasked with training a girl to control, wield and hone her magic. And not to mention shift. Though from what Fenrys had said the girl was a real spitfire. He knew that because Fenrys had been ranting non stop about her for two hours straight while drinking a monumental amount of ale and then passing out onto Lorcan, he’d feel bad for the male if he wasn’t such a bastard.
Soon enough they were passing through the gates of Mistward heading for a particular building, walking through the door and discarding his jacket on the nearest hanger before doing the same for his mate, kissing her cheek and ruffling Maisie’s hair before going to greet Emrys.
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Celaena’s POV
Celaena was grateful for no training today and so were her limbs, the gods knew they were on the brink of death. She’s been staring at the ceiling on her pathetic excuse of a bed when Fenrys had walked in. She turned her head to the side and stared at him intensely, annoyed that he had interrupted her daily existence check session.
Fenrys rightfully looked a little intimidated but brushed it of as he sat down on the bed next to her. She hated that about him, he was so carefree.
“So…there’s a little party going on in an hour and you’re kind of required to be there” he said. Great just great, she had to go socialise with some fae, how better could her day get?
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She’d been getting dirty looks from all the Fae since she’d arrived, if they didn’t stop soon she’d surely end up burning them to a crisp and as much as she wanted to do that. She couldn’t.
She needed to go to Doranelle and learn everything about the wyrd keys and the Valg as she could, if she killed somebody her majesty Maeve would not be very pleased. “Earth to Elentiya you there?” Fenrys voice pulling her from her thoughts.
“Yeah I’m here” She answered, “Right, I want you to meet one of my friends.”
“Very well” she replied blankly,
Fenrys led her through the crowds of Demi and full blooded Fae and Faeries—even a few humans—all together, no fighting no conflicts. Just co existing for this one particular night. But apparently all this peaceful-ness didn’t include being nice to her.
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After walking through the crowd for what felt like hours, they finally found Fenrys friends.
“Celaena I’d like you to meet my good friend Rowan and his mate Lyria, Rowan, Lyria this is Elentiya”
She looked to the Fae finding them already staring at her, awkward, the man—Rowan was beautiful really, with long white hair and dazzling emerald eyes she couldn’t help gaze into—but she wasn’t interested in men—males right now, the female, Lyria. Was a stunning woman, with a head of brown hair adorned with pearls, cascading down her shoulders and gold-brown eyes that reminded her of the freshest honey. She wasn’t a very envious woman but even she couldn’t help feeling jealous of such beauty, it had her looking away to the child clutching her mothers frilly pink dress, the girl couldn’t of been older than ten, her shoulder length light brown hair adorned with lime green bows and crystal clear gems, she was a natural beauty that even Celaena couldn’t help notice. “And this is our youngest daughter Maisie.” Lyria said, even her voice was beautiful, it was unfair really.
“It’s lovely to meet you three” Celaena said trying to sound as polite as possible, even mustering up the energy for a smile, she didn’t bother to think about how dirty her teeth must be or be embarrassed by them. The gods knew she probably looked like she was half dead, she didn’t care. Maybe a few months ago she would’ve but not now. She tried not to linger on the thoughts of if she’d ever care about her looks again.
“Celaena, I hear you are training. May I ask what for?” Rowan asked
Rowan worked for Maeve so there was no point in lying about it, besides Fenrys would call her out for the lie anyway. “I’m trying to get into Doranelle, Her Majesty Maeve insists I learn to wield my…gifts if I want to receive passage to her city.”
“What magic do you have? How much?” Lyria inquired. Almost looking bored with her. Did she not know it was rude to ask about those kind of things?
“Uh, fire magic. I have. Uhm just a small amount.” Celaena was getting uncomfortable with these questions, the female had no business knowing about her magic. She was getting ready to bolt when Rowan said, “well I won’t keep you here all night, I want to greet some old friends, if you’ll excuse us.” —practically dragging his wife away—She could’ve kissed the man for that, he most likely saw her getting uncomfortable. “Very well, it was lovely meeting you guys” she said. They were walking away when Lyria turned and gave her a dirty look. What the hell was that about? She hadn’t been that rude, for a matter of fact she’d been downright delightful.
She tried not to take it to personally as she made her way to the drinks table, grabbing a bottle of faerie wine as she walked over to a shady spot, swigging from the bottle as she surveyed everyone. The taste of the wine was a welcoming sensation as it slid down her throat. She was going to have a mad headache tomorrow but it was a small price to pay for the reprieve it brought.
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Two hours and three bottles later Celaena was ready to leave, She didn’t remember why she’d even came in the first place, then again after all the wine she’d had she couldn’t remember much of anything. She was figuring out if she should just leave the bottles of faerie wine where they were or discard them somewhere appropriate when she saw Rowan make his way toward her. Shit? She didn’t have time to wonder if that was a bad thing as he was already in front of her, he had no business being that fast. “Hey, can I talk to you outside for a moment?” He said, “yeah sure” she answered back.
When they were away from everyone he turned to her, his beautiful eyes catching in the fae lights making them shine a bright emerald. She couldn’t help but be entranced in their beauty. He broke the silence first, “I’m sorry about my mate earlier, it was rude to ask such personal questions like that, I had a talk to her about it. I can get her to apologise if that’s what you want.” the idea of making the female apologise was appealing but she’d be a decent person today. “No it’s Alright, if I was her I most likely would’ve asked the same thing, there is no need to make anyone apologise.” She said, Celaena wondered why she was in such a good mood, maybe it was the wine or the dazzling male in front of her, she could get drunk off looking into his eyes all day, that’d be better than any wine. Why was she so..attracted to him? He had a mate and a child for gods sake she couldn’t be like this.
“Thank you for being so understanding Celaena.” He echoed back, god, the way he’d said her name—her alias— she wondered what it’d be like to have him say her name—her real name—to wake up next to him every day,to bear his children—She shut those thoughts away so far that they could only escape in her dreams, her wicked, cruel dreams. Filled with screams of beloved friends—and some of her own—of brown hair that shined in the sun, of sun kissed skin, bloody beds and tables, The scent of lotus and lavender. She shivered at the thoughts. “Anyway, it was nice meeting you, good luck on getting to Doranelle.” Rowan said before he walked back into the crowd—back to that mate of his, and child—She didn’t understand why this was bothering her so much, she didn’t even know his last name and yet she felt like she could, and would. lay down her life for him.
She walked back to her room and plopped down on her bed, pulling the blanket up to her shoulders. —To try and deter the cold— as she tried to drift off to sleep. Ignoring that golden threaded feeling blooming in her chest.
Finally the Sandman came for her and she fell into a dream filled slumber, dreams full of sparkling green eyes and a head full of silver hair lying beneath a crown of blue flames…
The End.
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Two Souls Entwined
Part 4 (Eventual) Captain Rex x oc
A/N: HOLY SHIT GUYS IM BACK. I COOKED UP A STORM THIS TIME. These are my personal headcannons so if you don’t like them you’re welcome to leave 🤩 feel free to criticize I love criticism. Not beta read (as always) 😆
Word count: 2883 (went way overboard)
No warnings unless you’re scared of mean Kaminoans
REQUESTS ARE OPEN FOR FAN FICTION. QUEUE: 3
“Fierfek…”
“If you’re thinking of leaving, Kal, you know the deal. Su’cuy, Niva,” a voice says from beside the pair of stunned mandos.
Jango Fett stands before them, looking out the window as well.
“Jango, you said-”
“I said you’ll be training special ops troops. They just happen to be growing them.”
“What?”
“Clones…” Niva says before Jango can answer Kal. “Clones of Jango.”
“I knew you were the brains, ad’ika,” Jango chuckles, grinning at the girl.
“How the fierfek did you get involved?” Kal asks.
“A good five million and a little something special. Don’t look so surprised, you would do the same.” Jango looks between Kal and Niva before gesturing for them to follow him down the glossy corridor. Niva’s senses are overwhelmed as she looks between the toroids.
She blinks rapidly as thoughts spiral in her brain. They aren’t her own and they change as she looks between the towers. It’s like the fetuses are speaking to her. She pauses and looks at one tower specifically, squinting slightly as her gaze lands on a certain tube. The fetus floats in the translucent liquid, an umbilical cord abnormally curling around its leg.
“Niva, c’mon,” Kal shouts from down the hall. Niva hesitantly pulls her eyes away from the baby to jog back to her adoptive father.
If something was wrong, the Kaminii would know. They would know. The baby’s fine.
“You’re both dead now, don’t worry about it, Kal,” Jango says. Niva must’ve missed a bit since they’re both mid conversation about something.
Right… I’m dead.
“So, Ilippi threw your sorry shebs out?” Jango asks Kal, who’s expression softens slightly at the mention of his ex-wife.
“Yeah.”
“Told you, you should've married a Mando girl. Aruetiise don’t understand the mercenary way.”
Niva’s eyes narrow involuntarily as Jango brings up Ilippi. She refused to let Kal take their 8 year old sons into war with him, and soon, Kal’s family were no longer waiting for him to come back.
Didn’t let those kids go into battle, what an outsider! I turned out fine, Niva thinks.
“Ko Sai said something wasn’t right about the first batch of clones. They’ve been tested and I don’t think they’ll make the military grade, but I’ve told Orun Wa we’d look at them before… you know,” Jango explains.
“I don’t. Please elaborate,” Kal says.
“You’ll see.” Jango leads them down the hall, ushering them into a nearby room.
“Welcome, gentleman,” says Orun Wa in his peaceful monotone, not even addressing Niva, with a gentle tilt of his head. The Kaminoan has a bony fin going down the back of his head and to the nape of his neck.
“So the first batch have been confirmed as below the accepted standard?” Jango asks.
“These units are defective, I admit there was an error made while enhancing the genetic template.” Orun says, craning his slender neck to call out to someone in the corridor. “Bring them in.”
Niva turns as the door opens, glancing at Kal. He gives her a small nod, putting a hand on her shoulder. Six pairs of footsteps enter the room. Niva notices: the footsteps are close together, shorter strides instead of longer ones that would fit an adult.
Kal turns, his eyes widening as he looks down. Six identical boys - maybe four, maybe five at the most - walk into the room.
These are children, not soldiers… not droids… not units… little kids.
All had identical curly black hair and dark blue tunics and pants. Both Kal and Niva expected grown men, not…
“Kids… Kal’buir…” Niva can’t take her eyes away from the boys as she whispers to Kal. His hand leaves her shoulder as Jango inhales sharply. The boys huddle together, one of them holding his arms back like he’s shielding his brothers from Orun Wa, two boys clutching each other as they look at Kal with their big, dark, unblinking eyes.
Oh… He’s defending his brothers…
It rips at Niva’s heart, reminding her once again of her brothers. She figured out fast that Kaminoans didn’t tolerate anything that doesn’t meet their society’s principles of perfection. Maybe they don’t know that it’s often imperfection that gives humans an edge?
She hears Orun Wa, Jango, and Kal talk about the boys, but she can’t bring herself to tune in. Not that she understood most of what they said, anyway. Her Basic wasn’t as up to par as she’d like. She spoke with a slight accent, just barely there, pronouncing some letters and words differently than born Basic speakers.
Three of the boys look up at Niva with their big round eyes. Niva tries to smile and give them a wave, but all three flinch as her hand raises, making Niva immediately put her hand down.
One of the kids mimics her wave, his scared expression softening a bit. Niva grins at him and he bares his teeth in an attempt of a returning smile.
“What do you mean by reconditioned?” Kal says, drawing Niva back into the conversation. She obviously missed a lot.
“In this case, termination. These units cannot follow orders and are simply too unreliable, failing to meet the personality profile required,” Orun Wa replies casually.
“Terminated? They’re children!” Niva says, gesturing to the boys.
“Niv…” Kal mumbles, placing a hand on her shoulder again. Evil is supposed to be dark and menacing… not soft-spoken.
Then Kal registers what they meant by terminating. Within a second, his clenched fist is at Orun Wa’s chest. “You touch any of those kids, you gray freak, I’ll skin you alive and feed-”
“Steady,” Jango says, pulling Kal’s arm back.
“This is uncalled for, we only care for our customer’s satisfaction,” Orun Wa states. Niva watches with wide eyes, instinctively stepping towards the boys. Kal hears his heart thundering in his ears, yanking his arm out of Jango’s grip, stepping in front of the kids, who were silent. His eyes never leave Orun’s yellow irises.
Jango grips Kal’s shoulder hard enough to hurt. Don’t. Leave this to me.
“We could do with a few wild cards,” Jango carefully says, stepping between the Kaminoan and Kal. “It’s good to have a few surprises for the enemy, no? How old are they?”
“Two standard years.”
Niva’s jaw literally drops to the durasteel floor. The boys look older, though. Kal slowly puts his hand back to place his palm on the head of the defending boy’s head. But small fingers clasp onto his calloused hand instead. A helpless gesture. Kal swallows hard. Two years old.
“I’ll train ‘em. What’re their names?” He asks, looking between Jango and the Kaminoan.
“All units are numbered,” Orun Wa starts.
“We can… give them names… right?” Niva speaks up quietly. All three men look at her. Kal gives her a discreet hand signal: later.
“Anyway, our quality control designated them as Null class and-”
“Null? As in, no di’kutla use?” The veins in Kal’s neck have never been so prominent.
“Kal, leave this to me,” Jango breathes.
“No, they’re not units, Jango.” The little hand was holding on for dear life. Another boy comes up and wraps his little arms around Kal’s leg.
To Niva, the next minute goes by so fast. Before she can even blink, the boy thrusts his fingers into Kal’s boot, taking out the hidden blaster, tossing it to the boy who’s holding Kal’s hand.
The boy caught it cleanly and pointed it at Orun Wa, his little fingers just barely holding the blaster steady.
“Osik,” Jango sighs. “Put it down, kid.”
But the boy held the weapon at the perfect angle, left hand steadying the right, eyes focused on his target. Niva looks between the men, flabbergasted at how calm Jango is.
I couldn’t protect them… so… maybe I can protect these boys…
“Hey, bud,” Niva says, gently putting a hand on the boy’s arm as she kneels down beside him. “Put it down, yeah? No need for shooting anybody, kyr’ika. Give me the blaster.”
He doesn’t budge, barely blinking.
“You’re safe, lad,” Kal’s voice is soft as he squats down beside the kid, nodding to Niva, a silent indicator that he’s got this. “Come on… put it down. There’s a good lad. Now give me the blaster.”
The boy lowers his arms slowly, “Yes, sir…” He hands the blaster to Kal, who scoops him up.
“Good lad…” Kal lowers his voice to whisper in the boy’s ear. “Nicely done, too.”
A small hand tugs Niva’s, making her look down. Two pairs of big eyes stare up at her, one boy mimicking the wave she gave them earlier. Niva grins and waves back with her free hand. She crouches down so she’s eye level with the boys.
“Hi, I’m Niva,” she holds out her hand. The boys stare at it and then one of them shakes her hand with his little fingers.
“I’m N-7 and that’s N-10,” he says, meeting her gaze.
“Pleasure, boys. We’ll work on names later, yeah?” Niva keeps up her smile. N-10 looks at N-7, nudging him with his elbow. Niva can barely hear under his breath as he whispers to N-7, “I wanna shake her hand, let go.”
Niva lets out a small laugh, N-10 now holding her hand and meeting her gaze just like N-7. These were little boys but were so much like grown men. She’s aware of Kal and Jango speaking behind her.
“What kind of armor is that?” N-10 asks.
“It’s made out of beskar. It’s Mandalorian - do you know what that is?” Niva replies. Both boys shake their heads. “Well, I’ll teach you.”
“You talk funny,” N-7 chimes in.
“So do you, little man.” The boy’s eyes widen as he looks at N-10, who gives him the same wide eyed look. Niva can see N-7 mouth silent words to his brother, We talk funny? She smiles at the pair’s sudden realization.
“Ad’ika, let’s go.” Kal looks down at his daughter, the little marksman who pointed the blaster at Orun Wa on his hip. Niva nods and stands, her hand slipping from N-10’s much smaller one.
Niva doesn’t even need to help Kal take the six boys to their quarters. The tiny soldiers silently march behind the two Mandos.
The walk back to the room was eerily silent. Kal occasionally tried to make simple conversations with the boys, all attempts ending in one word answers from various kids.
Niva could hear the boy’s thoughts and felt their emotions. Not a clear thought, though, just a jumbled mess entangling with her own thoughts. Multiple voices spoke to her as she walked beside her father figure, some small and quiet, others prominent and deafening.
As the group walked down the sterile halls of Kamino they passed lines of other clones, all the same age as the Nulls, marching in the opposite direction. One of the boys caught her eye, his shaven head differentiating him from his brothers.
He caught her eye, his amber irises following her green ones as they passed each other. His thoughts melted into her own. The bridge of Niva’s nose pulsed with a deep ache, silencing her overcrowded mind.
“Ad’ika… Niva, are you okay?” Kal’s voice broke her trance.
“Yeah… yeah, I’m fine. Headache, ‘s all, Buir.”
“Mm… Have you ever finished that story of yours? Remember, the one you wanted to write before we met?”
”I remember. No, I haven’t done much with it since then. Should I?”
”Maybe. Just find something inspiring, like these little lads.” Kal reaches back to ruffle one of the boy’s hair.
“In… In what?”
“Something that gives you ideas, ad.”
The first night with the boys was… something. Niva hardly slept with two little four year old boys clinging to her all night, their little fists white knuckling her sleep shirt.
Kal settled on names for all six of them, taught them a bit of mando’a, filled their little bellies with uj cake, realized how traumatized they were, and knocked out with Ordo - N-11 - on his lap.
N-7 and 10 - now Mereel and Jaing - clung to Niva as if she were their lifeline. They held her pant legs tightly in their little fists when they walked down the corridors or just to the ‘fresher. Whenever she’d ruffle their mops of brown curls they’d look up at her with a confused look, not aware it was a sign of affection.
The first time she did so, Mereel looked terrified, his pools of amber going wide, like his eyes were taking over his little face.
What did the kaminiise do to you boys…
Niva eventually worked up enough courage to begin wandering the halls of Tipoca City in her spare time, finding training areas and barracks under construction for the millions of clones that will eventually call this sterile place home - or as close to home as possible.
On her fourth day of exploration, she saw the kaminioan. Of course there were kaminiise everywhere, it was Tipoca City, but this one was different. She sat on a tall bench - built specifically for kaminioans - overlooking one of the few functioning training areas.
Her skin, a sickly gray, shined in the light. Her large black eyes with blue-gray irises were focused on the cadets through the glass. Niva was intrigued by her, the way she looked at the cadets like they were roba up for slaughter.
Niva made a habit to walk past her on her walks since the kaminioan always sat there at the same time everyday. A couple days after first seeing her, she spoke up, not looking away from the cadets.
“Can I help you, Ms. Niva Veen?” She startled Niva, stopping her in her tracks.
“How do you know my name?”
“I read your file, Mandalorian. May I ask why you’re always walking about instead of training our troops?” She still didn’t look up.
“It’s my free time, I finished training one standard hour ago,” Niva says as she walks up to the kaminioan. “What’re you doing?”
“My job.”
“May I ask what your job is, then?”
“I am Chief Scientist Ko Sai’s assistant. I’m here to study the Generation Ones, seeing what should be improved and changed in later Generations,” the kaminoan answers in the same monotone Orun Wa used several days prior.
“What’s your name?”
“Nala Se.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“Why do you always come here?” Nala Se asks with a sigh, seeming to be done with Niva.
“I’m-” Niva couldn’t think of the correct word. “You’re just always out here. You look sad sometimes.”
“I am allowed to feel emotions sometimes, Niva Veen.”
Niva cocks her head. “I’m good at reading people. You seem more than sad, like you’re focused on something important to you, something to prove to someone.”
Nala Se finally looks away from the cadets, her massive eyes meeting Niva’s. “You’re correct, actually.” She leans back slightly and pauses, her eyes widening as she realizes something. “I need a trainer. Not for myself, but for… special ops troopers. You seem qualified, for a sixteen year old.”
“I can train troops. I know what I’m doing,” Niva replies, narrowing her eyes slightly. Nala Se hums an acknowledgement, standing and turning her back to the girl.
“Follow me, then,” she says.
The private tubing system fascinated Niva, her face nearly pressed to the glass as she zoomed past the water and its inhabitants.
“Have you never seen an ocean before? It really isn’t that intriguing,” Nala Se says.
“Not this close…” Niva replies as she unfocuses her eyes to see the water streaming past her.
The lab was just as sterile as the rest of Kamino, but the dimness was a mixture of soothing and eerie. They entered through the floor, directly in the center of the lab.
“You remember how the six other Null ARCs were disposed of?” Nala Se asks Niva.
“Yes…” Where is this going?
“I saved them. Orun Wa and Ko Sai didn’t think they’d last in combat, you see. One was smaller than the rest, one stockier, two very thin, one a female. The female and one of the lankier cadets had poor eyesight compared to the average clone,” Nala Se explains.
She walks to a panel on the wall, opening a hidden door. A hidden door in a hidden lab. What else lies in these walls? She continues, “I was tasked with the extermination of those six. Yes, I directly disobeyed orders, but once I show the higher ups, I’ll be rewarded. I will surpass Ko Sai to become the next Chief Scientist.”
Niva watches as the hidden door leads to a brighter corridor. The hallway leads to another door, small noises can be heard from behind the transparisteel.
“CT-9903 and the female would’ve never lasted. I’ve done all I could to preserve their eyesight but not much can be done. Both require glasses. In addition, I modified the entirety of the batch so they can’t be traced back to the Nulls.”
“Wait,” Niva says, “CT? Not ARC?”
The door at the end of the hidden hallway behind the hidden door in the hidden lab opens to reveal six clones, the same age as the Nulls, sitting on their respective six bunks, dwarfing them.
“Clone Force 99, this is Niva Veen. She will be continuing your training from now on.”
Mando’a used:
Kaminii means kaminoan (the se at the end of certain scenes is just plural as in kaminoans)
Fierfek is just some random curse I think
Aruetiise means traitor
Shebs means your rear
Ad’ika is a term of affection for a kid (ad means the same)
Buir is father/mother (no gender in Mando’a)
Taglist: @fionajames @sevdidntdie @dangraccoon @hellhound5925 @skellymom @angie-is-silly (why did you change your fucking name dude 😭 you gave me a stroke trying to find you)
LMK IF YOU WANNA HOP ON OR OFF THE TAGLIST
#star wars#sha speaks#clone troopers#tcw#the bad batch#tbb#the clone wars#captain rex#clone force 99#cf 99#nala se#kal’buir#kal skirata#jango fett#orun wa#ko sai#cadet tbb#cadet emerie karr#Niva Veen#Lieutenant Niva Veen#Niva Veen oc by Sha#captain Rex x oc#Rex#cadet Rex
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•+*bound 2*+•
synopsis: in which he believes one good girl is worth a thousand bitches
Fic to Where This Flower Blooms
ding!
ding!
*hm..? i never get texts this early..* you wonder as you open your phone to see the messages that the cute foreigner sent you
“can you pick me up from my hotel ?”
“pretty please”
“(=´∀`)”
you giggle, although theres a launguage barrier,hes very cute and sweet
“yeah!”
“send me the address ♪( ´θ`)”
you smile as he sends the address and the next thing you know your picking him up.
“haii tsukkii!”
“wasup y/n”
he chuckles as he sees you, you two then catch a ride back to the festival
Together you two spend the whole day together, listening to music, buying expensive food and merch, and falling in love.
—
At the end of the day it was finally time for you two to see Tyler The Creator, one of your guys’ favorite artists
you excitedly drag him through the crowd tog et a good place “ahh Tsukki! Im so ready!!” you say practically bursting with joy. He then chuckles softly “You..um.. Im really happy to spend this time together..” he says, his voice full of sweetness. you giggle a bit shyly and say “M’ happy to be with you too Tsukki”
About midway throughout the preformance, Tsukishime holds you by your waist softly “I’m gonna.. erm.. miss you..” Offguard, you ask “w-what?”
“im leaving for japan in three days..and i dunno if ill erm.. see you agian”
you frown “we’ll find a way..”
you two then quickly disregard the sullen mood to watch and enjoy the performance.. as the preformance comes to a close and the two of you head back to your house, hand in hand
even though he knew he was gonna be leaving soon, he doubted this was the last time he’d be in your apartment, wearing his pajamas in your bed..
•Tsukishima who meets your roomates
•Tsukishima who has to do the interpretive dance your roommates require boyfriends and girlfriends to do when they wanna sleep over
•Tsukishima who thinks the embarrassment is worth it
•Tsukishima who gives everyone a hangover cure after partying for a bit
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a/n I know its super unrealistic to learn a launguage in under a day but its ok
stream chromakopia😈
thx to @boykissserr this one is for you
#b lossm#tsukishima x y/n#tsukishima x you#tsukishima fluff#tsukishima x reader#tsukishima kei#haikyu fluff#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu fluff#haikyu x reader
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the timing never makes sense with 9-1-1 starting soon, but i miss this handle. still tracking #usernicolo
please continue to tag me on:
the old guard
anything related to tog cast
9-1-1
anything related to 9-1-1 cast
merlin
i will continue to tag spoilers for both tog and 9-1-1, and will still be in semi hiatus. i only come back for anything @911bts so at this point i might as well not be on hiatus
tagging some mutuals: @gaal-dornick @nilefreemans @laviejaguardia @cherubinas @latinamericane @oneawkwardcookie @bookersebastien @djdangerlove @eddiediaaz @zerokinkade @tawaifeddiediaz @jdeanmorgan
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for what it feels like the 100th time, I've reread the TOG series all over again.
but, kingdom of ash, damn. the entire book's filled with goosebumps and emotional moments, so I will share my favorite ones with you.
• "Her lip curled. “I would be inclined to believe that if I hadn’t seen you crawling after Maeve on the beach.”
Lorcan blinked at the words, the hatred in them, stunned enough that he let her walk past this time. Elide didn’t so much as look back.
Not until Lorcan said, “I didn’t crawl after Maeve.”
She halted, hair swaying. Slowly, she glanced over her shoulder. Imperious and cold as the stars overhead."
“I crawled …” His throat bobbed. “I crawled after Aelin.”
• The spider hissed, “I do not need a boy’s mercy—”
“It is a king’s mercy you receive,” Dorian said coldly, “and I’d suggest being quiet long enough to receive it.” Rarely, so rarely did Manon hear that voice from him, the tone that sent a thrill through her blood and bones. A king’s voice.
• Let it kill him, wreck him. He would not serve. Not another heartbeat. He would not obey.
He would not obey.
And slowly, Fenrys got to his feet.
honestly, this entire chapter...
• ““Please,” Aedion bellowed. The word was devoured by the screams of the dying. “Please!”
He’d make any bargain, he’d sell his soul to the dark god, if they spared her.
He hadn’t meant it. He took it back, all those words.
Useless. He’d called her useless. Had thrown her into the snow naked.
He took it back.
Aedion sobbed, flinging himself toward her as Lysandra tried again to rise, using her shield to balance her weight.
Men rallied behind her, waiting to see what the Fire-Bringer would do. How she’d burn the ilken.
There was nothing to see, nothing to witness. Nothing at all, but her death.
Yet Lysandra rose, Aelin’s golden hair falling in her face as she hefted her shield and pointed the sword between her and the ilken.
The queen has come; the queen fights alone.
Men ran back to the front line. Turned on their heels and raced for her.
Lysandra held her sword steady, kept it pointed at the ilken in defiance and rage.
Ready for the death soon to come.Please,” Aedion bellowed. The word was devoured by the screams of the dying. “Please!”
He’d make any bargain, he’d sell his soul to the dark god, if they spared her.
He hadn’t meant it. He took it back, all those words.
Useless. He’d called her useless. Had thrown her into the snow naked.
He took it back.
Aedion sobbed, flinging himself toward her as Lysandra tried again to rise, using her shield to balance her weight.
Men rallied behind her, waiting to see what the Fire-Bringer would do. How she’d burn the ilken.
There was nothing to see, nothing to witness. Nothing at all, but her death.
Yet Lysandra rose, Aelin’s golden hair falling in her face as she hefted her shield and pointed the sword between her and the ilken.
The queen has come; the queen fights alone.
Men ran back to the front line. Turned on their heels and raced for her.
Lysandra held her sword steady, kept it pointed at the ilken in defiance and rage.
Ready for the death soon to come.
• A moment later, Chaol was glad he was sitting down.
Nesryn breathed, “Holy gods.”
Chaol was inclined to agree as Aelin Galathynius, Rowan Whitethorn, and several others entered the tent.
• Aelin. Aelin was—
Arcas neared the earth, talons splaying. Aelin hit the ground, rolling, rolling, until she uncoiled to her feet.
Right in the path of that wave.
“Oh gods,” Fenrys breathed, seeing her, too.
They all saw her.
The queen on the plain.
The endless wall of water surging for her.
• “I shall answer Terrasen’s call,” Manon said.
Asterin stepped to her side, fearless as she surveyed the assembled camp. “As shall I.”
Sorrel flanked Manon’s right. “So shall the Thirteen.”
Manon waited, hardly daring to acknowledge the thing that began burning in her chest.
Then Bronwen stepped up, her dark hair blowing in the chill wind. “The Vanora hearth shall fly north.”
Another witch squared her shoulders. “So shall the Silian.”
And so it went.
Until the leaders of all seven of the Great Hearths stood gathered there.
• But he still said, The king I wish to be is the opposite of what you are. He gave Maeve a smile. And there is only one witch who will be my queen.
• “We came,” Manon said, loud enough that all on the city walls could hear, “to honor a promise made to Aelin Galathynius. To fight for what she promised us.”
Darrow said quietly, “And what was that?”
Manon smiled then. “A better world.”
• Her Second, her cousin, her friend, smiled, eyes bright as stars. “Live, Manon.”
Manon blinked.
Asterin smiled wider, kissed Manon’s brow, and whispered again, “Live.”
• A horn cleaved through the air, through the battle, through the world.
Aedion went still.
Whirled toward the direction of that horn, to the south. Beyond Morath’s teeming ranks. Beyond the sea of blackness, to the foothills that bordered the edge of Theralis’s sprawling plain.
Again, that horn blared, a roar of defiance.
“That’s no horn of Morath,” Lysandra breathed.
And then they appeared. Along the edge of the foothills. A line of golden-armored warriors, foot soldiers and cavalry alike. More and more and more, a great line spreading across the crest of the final hill.
Filling the skies, stretching into the horizon, flew mighty, armored birds with riders. Ruks.
And before them all, sword raised to the sky as that horn blew one last time, the ruby in the blade’s pommel smoldering like a small sun …
Before them all, riding on the Lord of the North, was Aelin.
• Maeve extended a hand before her, darkness swirling in her cupped palm. “There are no gods left to watch, I’m afraid. And there are no gods left to help you now, Aelin Galathynius.”
• “Terrasen is my home,” Aelin said. It was the only answer in her heart.
Darrow smiled—just a bit. “So it is.” He bowed his head. Then his body. “Welcome,” he said, then added as he rose, “Your Majesty.”
But Aelin looked to Evangeline, the girl still beaming.
Win me back my kingdom, Evangeline.
• She beckoned her court forward.
Then smiled at Dorian and Chaol, at Yrene and Nesryn and Sartaq and their companions. And beckoned them forward, too.
Brows rising, they approached.
But Aelin, crowned and glowing, only said, “Walk with me.” She gestured to the gates behind her. “All of you.”
This day did not belong to her alone. Not at all.
And when they all balked, Aelin walked forward. Took Yrene Westfall by the hand to guide her to the front. Then Manon Blackbeak. Elide Lochan. Lysandra. Evangeline. Nesryn Faliq. Borte and Hasar and Ansel of Briarcliff.
All the women who had fought by her side, or from afar. Who had bled and sacrificed and never given up hope that this day might come.
“Walk with me,” Aelin said to them, the men and males falling into step behind. “My friends.”
The bells still ringing, Aelin nodded to the guards at the castle gates.
They opened at last, and the roar from the gathered crowds was loud enough to rattle the stars.
As one, they walked out. Into the cheering city.
#sjmaas#bryce quinlan#crescent city#throne of glass#hunt athalar#acotar fandom#nesta#a court of silver flames#a court of thorns and roses#acomaf#aelin of the wildfire#kingdom of ash#aelin ashryver
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ToG Read-A-Long, Crown of Midnight, day 8
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Wow!
Wow!
(The dog is okay! Thank god!)
If there’s one thing that could make me like Chaol again, it’s the fact that he stopped at nothing to dive into a hellish dimension to rescue Fleetfoot.
Obviously I need some more detail about fae and what they are and why humans might fear and hate them.
If we’re going by ACOTAR rules, faeries never seemed to be all that different from humans, and the fear just stems from a centuries old war that might have carried with it a prejudice through the generations.
We kind of got a glimpse of the wider world in this story, but we haven’t really encountered fae or tales of their wickedness yet. But Celaena herself calls it “the monster unleashed” or whatever, so maybe they are worse than ACOTAR faeries, or maybe, she’s just been hanging out with humans too long and has internalized that self hatred. But I think she stands a good chance of teaching the world that faeries are just like humans, especially since she was able to mask herself as one and build all these vital friendships.
I dunno
I just hope that they don’t all start to hate her for something she can’t control.
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RIP ARCHER
you were awesome until you killed Nehemia. If you’re gonna come between me and my princess, you gotta go, I’m sorry.
Still rooting for the Celaena dark path, even if it’s not what Nehemia wanted. Sometimes the darkness is the light, smh
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Okayyyy
So she’s a Demi-fae
Chaol is being pretty sweet about it, honestly
(This is a more emotional breakup than the one she had with Dorian)
I don’t like how he gets to decide what to do for her, though. Like maybe ask her first, before you promise your dad you’ll un-abdicate and go home?
53
Well I guess it’s decided. In the next book we go to Wendlyn. Even Elena told Celaena not to worry about Wyrdkeys, or about King Whatever.
I wonder if Wendlyn’s king and heir will get names or if they’re gonna be vague unnamed characters, too 😩
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Dorian and Chaol are fighting again
Boys
Please
Give it a rest
Celaena is going to fight for the rebellion, a promise to her best and truest love of all time, Nehemia, who died so violently, and came back from the dead so peacefully, and then left again to give her all these mixed up emotions.
(I love you Nehemia!)
(I hope we see you again, someday!)
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I can’t beleive she’s leaving without Fleetfoot! (😭)
We are lingering so much on this last day, lol
Another breakup scene with Chaol and Celaena
What did she whisper to him - I wonder?
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So she was secretly Aelin Galathynius!!!!!!
I’m very excited
(Girl)
Does she even know? Or does she have to discover it herself?
I feel like she had so many parts where she was like no one knows what happened to her. No one knows if she’s even alive or dead…
(I was like, she’s alive, she’s important, she has a faerie boyfriend and I’ve seen lots of kinky fanart of him) (I didn’t seek it out lol)(I just like to look at sexy nsfw faeries and everybody who draws ACOTAR fanart also draws TOG fanart) (lol)
I literally thought these books were about faeries, lmao, I did not expect the bait and switch of book one and two. But I was thinking maybe we were in a Feyre’s book/Nesta’s book type of deal. I was like we have to get through this weird worldbuilding and SOON we will go to the faerie realm
I CANNOT WAIT
TO GO TO THE FAERIE REALM
LET’S GOOOOO
#tog read along 2023#crown of midnight#this series is shaping up to be excellent#I can’t wait for book 3#xoxoxo
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Uncle Cassian saves the Night (Acotar shorts)
This is one of many shorts i will be posting. i will be writing all sorts of different shorts for both Acotar and Tog. :)
FIND ON A03
Nyx is having trouble sleeping and his uncle is able to save both Exausted parents.
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“Nyx, darling you must sleep” Feyre Hushed her crying son. Both she and Rhys had been running back and forth into their sons room for the better part of the night. It had been a rough night. Usually, Nyx was a great sleeper but tonight he was just not having it. They had already read him three stories, gone Potty, and sung him multiple lullabies multiple times, And each time they would close his bedroom door he would start to cry.
Both Feyre and Rhys were Exhausted.
Rhys had suggested that he just Cry it out, But Feyre refused.
“we are not leaving our crying child to cry alone” she hissed at him. Giving an apologetic shrug, Rhys dragged a hand through his hair.
“Nyx sweetheart lay down for Mummy” Feyre Begged, But He just shook his head. A Headache starting to set in She gave a sigh, Grabbed her two-year-old son, holding him in her arms.
The only thing she could think of to calm him was to walk him around. she paced the entire room. She had paced it about eight times before She tried to place him back in his crib.
TRIED, being the key word.
He barely hit the mattress before he started crying again.
“Ugh…. Nyx you really need to sleep, mummy and daddy need sleep as well”
So again, she picked up her son and didn't even bother pacing before going straight out the room and into the study.
Rhys was sitting at his desk when Feyre entered. practially asleep before nyx giggled “Daddy”
“Hello my son. What are you doing up terrorising your poor parents” Rhys Yawyned as Nyx walked over to his father. Picking him up Rhys bounced him on his lap. Feyre sitting down on the sofa.
“What should we do, he won’t sleep” She yawned.
"I don't know" Rhys admitted.
“Rough night?” came a voice from the doorway. Cassian stood there, watching Rhys, beaten and exhausted, bouning their son on his lap and Feyre, who had her face cupped in her hands in exaustion.
“Won’t sleep. We’ve been trying for Three hours but no luck” Feyre Groaned from the sofa.
“Sounds like his father, doesn’t want to miss anything” He chuckled, walking over, taking Nyx from his brothers lap.
“Uncle Cass!” Nyx laughed.
“What are you doing up my Illyrian warrior?”
“No sleep” He Yawned but still playing with the red siphons on his hands.
“Let me try” Cassian Offered His high lord and Lady.
“Oh… Cassian we couldn’t possibly” Feyre protested but Cassian shrugged and gave a large wolfish smile. “Nesta is with Gwyn and Emerie at their book club. I have nothing else to do, please. He is my nephew after all”
Behind his desk, Rhys thanked his brother Before Cassian left, Nyx in his arms.
"We're going to make this up to him" Feyre spoke from the couch.
"oh of course. " Rhys gave a sly smile. Feyre grabbed a throw-pillow and threw it at her mates face.
"i mean it. he didn't have to do that. he's our son-"
"and he's family" Rhys intergected. "Come, let's get to bed. we'll probably be up all too soon, Cassian pounding on our door when Nyx has a dirty diaper or shouting Nyx bit his finger" He laughed.
Feyre gave a light chuckle before they made their way to bed
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the sun shone when Feyre awoke, warmly in bed next to her mate. giving a large sigh she turned over to stroke her mates broad chest. stopping before her hand ever reached his chest that's when she noticed...... it's quiet.
flinging herself up from the bed, blanket and sheet's falling on the floor, Rhys gave a grunt.
Feyre was flinging herself into some clothes.
"What is it?" He said grogily from the bed.
"It's almost Nine and Nyx hasn't made a sound. when has he ever done that?" She said.
Cassian had put Nyx to bed. Everything had to be fine, Cassian loved that kid like his own. everything was ok, she reassured herself.
"Enjoy it" Rhys mumbled before turning over, falling back asleep.
"Prick" She hissed before she left the bedroom.
when she got to her sons room, she opened the door to have her heart flooded.
sitting in the rocking chair, covered in blankets was Cassian. on his chest laid Nyx, fast asleep.
And that was the moment Feyre Realised how lucky she was to have such a great and loving family.
#feyre x rhysand#feyre archeron#rhysand#a court of thorns and roses#cassian#azriel#nyx#sarah j maas#sjm books#ao3 fanfic
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Shadow Part 5
Sam got thrown across the room again. Invisible claws being dragged across his shoulders. Dean and Dad got thrown in the opposite direction and the demons seemed to focus on them for a moment. Sam didn’t waste any time. He scrambled across the floor and grabbed for the bag of weapons he had dropped near the door.
Come on. It was in there somewhere. Aha! Sam pulled out a flare and rolled onto his back. “Shut your eyes!” He yelled at his brother and dad. “These things are shadow demons, so let’s light ‘em up!” He lit the flare and immediately the room filled with smoke. Smoke and bright white light. There was a hissing shriek and the weight of something seemed to lift from the room.
“Dad!” Dean yelled, coughing as he did, from somewhere in the smoke.
“Over here!” John yelled back.
“Door’s this way,” Sam yelled to the both of them as he felt his way towards the handle and yanked it open. The three of them tumbled, spluttering and coughing, out of the room and back down the hall. “I told you,” Sam said once they cleared the building and were heading towards the Impala. “Better safe than sorry.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Dean grumbled, shoving Sam’s shoulder. “No need to ‘I told you so’ me.”
When they reached the car, Sam yanked open the back door and dropped the bag on the seat. “Alright, come on,” he said, turning back to face his family. “We don’t have much time. As soon as the flare’s out, they’ll be back.”
“Wait,” Dean said, glancing between Sam and their dad as blood dripped from the four fresh claw marks on his forehead. “Wait. Wait! Sam, wait.” He smacked Sam’s chest on that last ‘wait’ and Sam flinched away, trying to protect his freshly bruised ribs. Dean turned back to their dad one last time. “Dad, you can’t come with us.”
“What?” Sam asked, bating the hand on his chest away. “What are you talking about? Dean-”
“You-” John started but cut himself off. “You boys are beat to hell.”
“We’ll be alright,” Dean said, too soft for the situation and Sam had to resist the urge to roll his eyes. Their Dad could call Dean any name under the son and so long as the gender was correct Dean would follow him come hell or high water.
“Dean,” Sam said, pushing Dean’s shoulder until he turned and looked at him. “We should stick together. We’ll go after those demons tog-”
“Sam!” Dean yelled and Sam stopped talking immediately. “Listen to me! We almost got Dad killed in there. Don’t you understand? They’re not gonna stop. They’re gonna try again. They’re gonna use us to get to him. I mean, Meg was right. Dad’s vulnerable when he’s with us. He’s- he’s stronger without us around.”
“No. Dad, no,” Sam said, bypassing Dean and - with tears in his eyes - resting a hand on their Dad’s shoulder. “We’ve spent months looking for you. Jess- she died the same way Mom did.” Sam felt a tear fall but he ignored it. “You have to let me- please. After all this time we spent looking for you- I gotta be a part of this fight.”
“Sammy,” John said, placing his own hand over Sam’s where it rested on his shoulder. “This fight is just starting. And we are all going to have a part to play.” He lifted Sam’s hand off of his shoulder, squeezed it once, and dropped it. It hovered between them, listless. “For now, you have got to trust me, son.” Son. Sam never felt the same attachment to that word as Dean. It made him want to rebel. Pull away. He shook his head, not wanting to hear any more of what their dad had to say. “Okay, you’ve gotta let me go.”
Sam stared at his Dad. Silence reigned over the three of them. Slowly, Sam lowered his hand and nodded. A heavy look passed between Dean and John. A look that Sam couldn’t decipher.
“Be careful, boys,” John said as he climbed into his truck, parked just behind the Impala. He gave them both a fond look, before driving off.
“Come on,” Dean said, pulling the driver’s door open and climbing in. Sam followed. For a moment they just sat there in silence, watching as their Dad’s truck disappeared around the corner. They shared a look and Dean started the car.
Ramble On started to play from the tape deck and Dean grinned over at him.
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Meg watched as Sam and Dean turned the opposite way to their father. She sneered and turned away.
Masterpost
#i'd rather have you queued or not#supernatural#dean winchester#spn#spn rewrite#trans dean winchester#sam winchester#spn season 1
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cw: drunk f!reader, smooches
summary: reader can't hold her liquor, and it always seems to get her in trouble...
a/n: my first zoro story! i hope you all enjoy! ♡
The salty air of the see whipped YN’s hair back and forth. Nights like this were usually spent in the cabins, but tonight was different. Everyone agreed a night of drinking would lift their spirits.
Most nights, Y/N avoided alcohol if she could. Not that she minded it, but she knew herself better than anyone. Too much, and she’d be rendered useless.
At first, she didn’t drink. She was more than happy to just spectate on the sidelines. She could still have fun watching everyone else while sticking with her juice.
“Oh, Y/N, please try this drink I made. Just a sip will do,” Sanji practically begged the woman. He would give anything to please her, show her that he could make a drink perfect for her.
“Please, I couldn’t. Someone has to stay sober to keep watch,” Y/N waved off the notion. She was gentle as she patted his knee.
"Please, one sip is all I ask," Sanji held the bright blue drink in front of her face. He watched her face contort as she began to deny him again.
"Awe, come on, Y/N. One drink won't hurt!" Nami called out to her friend. She held up her own bright blue drink; this was drink number... oh, she'd lost count a long time ago anyways.
Y/N sighed softly. Before she knew it, the whole crew was cheering for her to drink, save a person or two. She accepted the drink and took a swig. It was sweet like expected, but there was something underlying that she just couldn't resist.
One drink became two, and two became four. Soon enough, Y/N could barely sit up straight. She could feel her cares loosen just like her muscles. Her laugh became louder, and her stories grew more wild.
"Is Zoro still in the nest?" Robin asked as she milked her own drink. She had the self control Y/N longed for.
"I'll check," the woman shot up, stumbling a bit in her place. She had to hold on to Franky's shoulder as she drifted from the group. Getting up the ladder was nothing short of a miracle. She practically had to crawl to hoist the last of herself into the nest. With a huff, she collapsed on the floor.
"Oi, you good?" A gruff voice broke the smooth silence of the room. Zoro looked up from the bottle of sake he was putting away.
Y/N grinned at the sight of him, her cheeks burning red. Was it from the alcohol, or the swordsman before her? She surely didn't know.
"Oh, there you are! Just the guy I was looking for," Y/N giggled under her breath. This was a stark contrast to the calm and collected composure she held. Even she hadn't seen this side of herself in so long.
"Are you drunk?" Zoro put the bottle down, and moved closer to her. He scanned over her face for any discrepancies. He noticed her gaze on him lasted longer than usual.
"Maybe," Y/N sat up and moved closer. Their faces were a brush of the nose away. Her eyes kept flicking down to his lips.
"Who knew the famous Y/N knew how to get drunk?" Zoro teased as he helped Y/N on to the mat on the floor. He knew he'd have to carry her down when it came time. How she even got up here, he had no idea...
"I get drunk! Just not around you," Y/N gently patted his arm.
"What do you mean, not around me?" Zoro asked, growing a bit defensive. It was like a switch had flipped in him.
Y/N immediately panicked, shaking her head. "No, no, not like that! I didn't mean, I, uh. Fuck, no, I just meant," she tripped over her words. It was like she was running in a circle with no end in sight.
"What did you mean, Y/N? Spit it out," Zoro looked her dead in the eyes. He watched her as she shrunk into herself a bit.
"When I get drunk, I get a little... kissy. Especially around people I like," Y/N confessed, more to her lap than the moss haired man before her.
"Kissy? How the hell does drinking make you kiss people?" Zoro slightly tilted his head.
"I don't know! Whenever I get around people like you, I just wanna smash our lips together. Stupid drink," Y/N grumbled the last part, huffing as she collapsed on the mat.
Zoro almost got a chuckle out of it, but his brain was too busy trying to process what she said. If he was understanding what she was saying...
"So you wanna kiss?" Zoro asked.
Y/N sat up with a pout, nodding. "So bad."
Silence hung between the two like moonlight. It filled the room, in every nook and cranny. The feeling was too much for one inebriated Y/N. Slowly, she tried to stand up.
A strong hand grabbed for her arm, and gently tugged her down. All at once, she landed in Zoro's lap. Before she could process what was happening, a set of chapped lips were on her's. The taste of sake mixed with the aftermath of Sanji's fancy drink.
"Zoro," Y/N whimpered softly between kisses. She felt hyperaware of the hands locking her into place. Zoro deepened the kiss, moving one hand to hold the back of her head. Now she really couldn't move, even though she had no desire to.
They eventually settled into a rhythmic pattern. Neither were eager to pull away, especially with how entrancing the feeling was. Y/N had longed for this moment since she first joined the crew, and likewise on Zoro's part. It had been a moment years in the making.
Y/N was the first to pull back, her lips swollen and her eyes heavy. She leaned back into Zoro's hand as she looked at his lips. "I, I want more," she admitted.
Zoro shifted his hand to cup her ass. In one swift motion, he lifted her with ease as he stood. He pressed kisses to her neck, leaving a trail in his wake. A silent agreement that he'd give her anything she liked.
"Take me to bed, please," Y/N begged, her head rolling back. A fire lit deep inside her, deep in the pit of her belly.
"I can't wait that long," Zoro spoke between kisses. He couldn't spend a minute longer without her, and he didn't. Y/N was his, and he made sure she knew that.
#roronoa zoro#roronoa zoro x y/n#roronoa zoro x you#roronoa zoro x reader#one piece#zoro x reader#one piece x reader#one piece imagine#zoro x y/n#zoro x you#zoro imagine#op zoro#op imagines#op x reader
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ELORCAN ONESHOT: The night after Anielle’s battle
We all know Elorcan is probably the most underrated couple in ToG, and as a HUGE Elorcan stan I always had a lot of questions in my head: what happened after Anielle's battle, when they slept in the same bed? And after Orynth's battle? Or when they marry? What kind of Lord of Perranth Lorcan would be? Let's be sincere: we have so few scenes of these two that there is no lack of guesswork lol Anyway, I had a Colleen Houck moment and thought I could at least TRY to write some of the many ideas I have about these two spinning in my head every day. I hope you like this first oneshot! But I would like to give an warning: this is the first time I write in years, english is not my first language and I am not even fluent in it, so please forgive me for any grammar mistakes you may find hihi
This scene takes place right after Anielle´s battle, when Lorcan is still recovering from his injury and Elide comes back to his room, hours later, to sleep at his side. Hope you all like it!
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When Lorcan woke up again, hours later, the flame of a new candle lighting the room, there was no one sitting on the chair.
Yet he knew he wasn't alone.
A large tray, covered by a dome, sat on top of the dresser beside him, with what Lorcan suspected was food. It was the early hours of the day, midday or late in the night, then.
Was it the same day he and Elide had talked, or another one? Had she really told him she loved him? Had all this scene really happened, at all? Lorcan wasn't sure yet.
But it must have been, because when he turned to his left, hearing the bathroom door open, he saw Elide, wearing clean clothes, drying her wet hair with a towel, the scent of rosemary and beetroot filling the whole room.
She was here. It was all real.
Elide looked at him and surprise filled her eyes when she noticed he was awake, but she smiled.
She smiled.
Smiled at him again.
And Lorcan smiled back.
“You are awake. Good. I thought I would have to wake you for dinner” she said.
It seems that it was the same day then, and yet Lorcan felt stronger, and even more confident, when he got up, sitting on the bed. Maybe it was because he was washed and fully dressed now, thanks to Fenrys, who had helped him walk to the bathroom, and had brought the water to fill the tub first thing, anyway.
Just a few hours separated Lorcan from the life he had before the battle defending Anielle, and yet more things had changed in these last few hours than in centuries of his existence. From now on, Lorcan knew he was a male with a partner to share his life, who would walk in – and out – the hell itself to rescue him, Perranth, which could perhaps become his home if they survived this war, and friends.
Because that's what his cadre was, now. Fenrys, and Rowan, and Gavriel. His friends. Who had worried about him in that battlefield, carried him to the healers' hall as soon as he walked through the gates with Elide, and visited him once he woke up, with true relief in their eyes for seeing him alive, and in one piece. And Fenrys, Lorcan didn 't know exactly why, had become the most prestative of them all, spent hours and hours on the chair beside him, helping Lorcan to stand on his own feet and walk to the bathroom, bringing hot water and food whenever he needed it.
Perhaps the Fire-breathing-queen was his friend, too. The unleash of that power had saved his life, anyway. And Elide´s. That fact would hold his gratitude for the rest of his life.
“Are you over for today?” He asked. He knew Elide had probably spent all her day helping the healers in the Great Hall, and he doesn't understand how, if she already looked exhausted when she visited him, hours ago.
But she was Elide, anyway. She would work hard enough to break her ankle again and leave the palm of her hands raw to make sure she was being useful. That she was helping.
Somehow, Lorcan already noticed, Elide thought she needed to give everything of herself to make a little contribution. Give everything to her to build herself a place of respect between the Fire-breather queen, the shifter and all these Fae, immortal Warriors, including Lorcan himself. He hoped that, until the end of this war, she realized that her cleverness had the same importance as any fae powers in this new court. Lorcan had a feeling that, in this chess game against Erawan – and Maeve, too – Elide, with her fast ideas and easy lies, would be responsible for one of the most important plays.
His hands started to shake when he felt the presence of that god in his shoulder, like confirming his thought.
It was too much for one single day. Lorcan decided to worry about it – all the risks Elide would be facing, and what he could do to protect her- later.
Now, it was time for him to enjoy the first casual dinner he ever had. And, after it, share a bed – for an entire night, not only a couple of hours – with a female. Or woman, he corrected himself.
Elide was a woman. And human.
But, again, it was too much for one single day. He would worry about it later, too.
‘Yes, Hafiza kicked me out of the Great Hall. She told me I needed to rest, or I would end up putting my life, and some others, too, in risk”
“She is right. You work too hard”
Elide shrugged, dismissing his compliment.
“This is war. We work hard or we die.”
“You spoke exactly like me now”
She smiled for him again (three smiles in the same day, if he was counting right), laughing softly, and her smile became full of wonder when he smiled back to her.
“Have you already eaten something today?” Elide asked.
“Yes, a lot of sick people's food.”
“What about your abdomen? Still hurts?”
“Way less now. Only when I turn to the side very fast. I can get out of this bed tomorrow”
“Yrene will decide. And you'll obey whatever she says.” Elide said, sitting at his side on the bed.
She would actually sleep here, with him. Perhaps every night, from now on? Lorcan could barely believe it.
“I´ll be forced to obey, it seems”
“That's it. Get used to it. Someone needs to take care of you” She said, grinning.
Lorcan grinned back, but didn´t mention how the idea of someone worrying about him made his chest warm in a way he never felt.
“I brought dinner. Are you hungry?” She took the large tray, opening the dome. Roasted chicken, rice, beans and mashed potatoes. The smell of it made Lorcan agree instantly.
“Good. Here's your plate. I need to brush my hair, and then I will join you”
“Do you want help?”
“Help? Do you want to brush my hair?”
“If you need, I would gladly help you” Lorcan shrugged.
“What will the world say if they see the Dark Lorcan Salvaterre brushing my hair? Don´t you fear for your reputation?” She grinned at him. Lorcan looked at her, and then said:
“I stopped fearing for my reputation when I heard you screaming my name on that battlefield, when I had already accepted my death. I owe you my life. What anyone but you say is irrelevant”
He saw something shine in her eyes, and knew his words had arrived in their goal. Her heart. Elide inclined herself, getting closer to his face.
“Confirm to me, then: Lorcan Salveterre is fully in the “relationship” mode from now on?” She joked again.
“Lorcan Salveterre is fully in the “relationship” mode from now on” he confirmed, and then inclined himself to kiss her.
The kiss started slow and gentle, but – thanks gods – Elide seemed not to have enough patience to leave things like this. When she put her hands in his face, getting closer and going faster, Lorcan responded on his own, putting his hands on her back, feeling her body and following her in the rhythm.
“By the way” he murmured moments later, his forehead against hers, their breath shared “My reputation is kinda ruined since the day you made me join a circus”
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Later, Lorcan concluded that casual dinners were his favorite events of all time. After Elide brushed her hair, they both ate their plates of food and got cleaned to go to bed. Where they were now. And their easy conversation had turned into a far more interesting activity.
After 30 minutes kissing without pause, Lorcan´s brain wasn´t working anymore, and all his movements were unconscious. He didn't know his name anymore, nor cared about the war and the future battles. All he cared about was following her rhythm and making it as good for her as it was for him.
More
More
More.
He thought he could do this all night, but then, when Elide´s hand slipped inside his shirt, gently touching the warm skin under it, and she started to distribute shy kisses along his jaw, consciousness came back to Lorcan like a punch.
Where they were, and his physical condition, and how this would end up if she continue touching him like that.
They were back together for like…one day? In which he had been recovering from a hard injury.
Even him, who never cared about those things, knew it was a bit too…soon.
“Enough” he said, voice raw against her face when he pulled away.
“What? Why enough?” Elide asked, breathless, her lips red and slightly swollen, her dark hair messed up after Lorcan's hands had run through the strands over and over again.
The bed sheets messed around her.
The nightgown slightly crooked, leaving one shoulder and part of the bust exposed.
Dammit.
Lorcan had faced incontable situations that had demanded a big amount of self control along his years, and it gave him a sense of control that few males on the face of the earth have ever experienced. Calculate, predict, revise and win.
And yet…
Yet, he thought all his self control would not be enough over the desire to run his fingers, lightly, through the delicate fabric of her nightgown. Just enough to make it slide through Elide's arms, finally exposing one of her breasts.
“I am a strong male, Elide. Stronger than most of the other males in the world, and everyone knows it. But, if we continue what we were doing, I wouldn't be able to stop it, and one thing would lead to another…This is not the right place, even less the right moment for it.”
Elide´s face turned red when she realized what he meant, and how true his words had been. A few more minutes, and the two of them would totally lose control. Lorcan laughed softly.
“I barely survived, and you spent an entire day working hard with the healers. Save something for later, my lady” She laughed softly, too, and after staring at him, her eyes gleamed with the same mockery reflected in Lorcan's eyes.
“This is your fault. You are the one to blame for being so…tempting. Even for a poor little girl as me”
“Are you calling me tempting, my lady?” His eyes narrowed, and he lowered his voice. Being called tempting by Elide was…so good. “You better fix your situation: messy hair, crooked nightgown, swollen lips, or I'm going to pounce on you anytime. You, El, are the most tempting person I ever saw in this life”
He captured her lips again, in what should be a soft kiss, but was obviously - obviously - turned into a deeper dance by Elide.
She had absolutely no patience for soft kisses.
And he loved it.
But, again, continuing with it would invalidate their last minute conversation, so Lorcan made himself pull away- again.
“Let's sleep now. We can continue this tomorrow, Elide”
Lorcan laid down on the bed, and tucked the blankets around Elide when she did the same. They were staring at each other for some moments, and then Elide got closer, never looking away. Her eyes softened with an emotion Lorcan thought he would never see when someone looked at him.
“I love you”
His eyes softened too, and he put himself even closer, wrapped his arms around Elide, and tucking her head firmly against his chest. He would protect her from everyone and everything until the end of his days. Or her days.
Or until the end of their days.
“I love you, too” Lorcan said, and slept assured that, after so many years lived through battles, suffering and an unassuming loneliness, he now had a home to call his own.
Elide was his home.
#elorcan#elorcan fanfiction#lorcan salvaterre#elide lochan#elide x lorcan#elide#lord lorcan lochan#tog#tog fanfiction#throne of glass#lorcan lochan
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Going slowly insane and need my favorite homestuck blogger lady to give me her feedback on this. I feel like WP have Valve levels of bad communication. Trying to discern what is actually going on with homestuck and it's drama is slowly turning me into the Joker. Am I the only one who feels like WP needs better PR? please give your take on this because at this point actually liking homestuck with the vitriol going on nowadays is making me feel like i am defending ayn rand or some shit.
Let me preface with this: I am 100% behind WhatPumpkin not saying a single fucking thing and just releasing content at their own rate at this point, and I dislike gossiping about Personal Shit regarding other people like you're gossiping about celebrities. However, let me tell you exactly what led to the current climate of silence.
WhatPumpkin had huge problems to deal with behind the scenes because of the Odd Gentlemen issue, problem which likely led to legal action, and which we only recently learned the full extent of with the full explanation on the Hiveswap Development that we got like, two years back or so? That pretty much confirm what we thought about TOG, and that while they add some nuance and specific times and amounts of money to specific things, are largely what we all thought.
Because of this, WhatPumpkin kept the Bad Stuff Going On behind closed doors, and tried to put out concept art and positive stuff for people to enjoy while dealing with the Mess internally. The mess only grew, and the document about the Hiveswap Development revealed that WPNY was made an unsalvageable working environment because of One Specific Member of the team, who was described as even outright aggressive. This led to the eventual closing of WPNY, and the new house of WhatPumpkin changed gears from trying to salvage the 3D assets of the game, to starting from scratch in 2D. This, of course, meant that the progress of the game was scrapped, and while assets were later reused, it meant using a new engine and taking more time. With the Fandom getting impatient and them already trying to keep the issues with TOG and that one Team Member under wraps to not make a big, potentially legal stink of the situation, this shaped WhatPumpkin's lack of communication with the Fandom.
Eventually Hiveswap came out! Act 1 at least. Then Friendsim started to come out as well! Some members of the WP Team became better known figures and started to interact with the Fandom- James with the wacky Music Titles and such. This was, however, around the time HS^2 came out, and that changed the dynamic of the game.
When HS^2 came out, people were largely dissatisfied, and soon a climate of spite and hatred towards the work started to bubble up. This led to the direct harassment of figures working in WhatPumpkin, like Kate and Aysha. Because it was policy to kinda, not say much about the behind-the-scenes already, this helped to close off the internal workings of WhatPumpkin even more, and in turn, this made the climate of hatred grow even more. People tried to speculate or unveil details about WP, and went on wild assumptions about the team members, while other members, like Kate, who were vocal about takes that people found vitriolic, were seen as Scapegoats to direct harassment towards.
WhatPumpkin made mistakes and bad decisions, yeah. Because of the reusing of assets between WPNY and Current WP for Hiveswap, it was later found there were missing credits for a few pieces because the original artist had slipped between the cracks- Which was admitted to be a mistake and patched in if I'm correct. In this same vein, because of the, and I cannot stress enough, directed harassment campaign towards anyone working on WP Content, Act 2 was released for the first period of time without Credits, as a misguided attempt to protect people from the initial wave of hate. This was, as well, patched shortly after.
On top of the HS^2 Harassment, there was more going on. Enter: Gio. Allegedly, as said by the WhatPumpkin Team, a straight up stalker trying to unveil exactly what happens behind closed doors in WhatPumpkin. Gio made an article trying to twist the narrative saying that The Odd Gentlemen were innocent victims of WhatPumpkin's bad handling (Many of these assumptions were disproven by the Hiveswap Development document), and that WP were actively malicious. A lot of this information came from an anonymous disgruntled WP Employee. It's not confirmed, but heavily implied by the Hiveswap Document, that this Employee is none other than the member of the team that made WPNY unfixable, and that many of their claims were wild assumptions made on a timeframe that made no sense because they were no longer employed by WP at that point.
Enter Sarah Z: Who while stating that it was all speculation and not confirmed, still drew a LOT of attention to Gio's article which would have, otherwise, barely made the dent it did. As Sarah Z promoted this view of things which led to the release of the Hiveswap Document, WhatPumpkin had a meltdown of how to handle the downfall, and tried to solve things unprofessionally through legal channels, and with demands about the video that went nowhere.
Now, I can not go into details about the following, because I don't want to spread information that isn't out there already, nor talk about Heavy Shit regarding other people without their consent, but I have been privy to a few behind-the-scenes things regarding the mysterious WP Employee that talked with Gio, as well as the issue with Sarah Z. And all I can say is that I understand completely why WP acted they way they did, even if I think it was a badly handled mess, I absolutely understand and empathize with what happened. So I know without being specific, none of this means anything, but I want to put it out there that, my standing with WP comes from a point of having Extra Context about the situation.
Either way- Between the harassment, that led to Kate leaving the Fandom and HS^2 going to work in private, and the later mess regarding the speculation about Hiveswap's Development and the whole Sarah Z Fiasco, I truly, genuinely believe that just going to work on private and sharing Absolutely Fucking Nothing to be the healthiest thing these people can do.
Please remember that the thing that made Kate leave is that she was being doxxed by a stalker and reported to the police for going out to protest.
Please also remember that, as someone with no direct affiliation to WhatPumpkin, just a fan that said "I like the Epilogues", I was subject to a one-and-a-half year-long daily anon hate harassment campaign with more slurs thrown my way than I can remember.
You can not fathom or understand the sheer amount of Bullshit WP have gotten sent their way.
So like. Chill. Don't compare queer indie creators to Ayn Fucking Rand. Really. Not fucking cool.
EDIT: I forgot to add! At one point, during the Hate Harassment Campaign, there was an attempt by Hussie and WP to strengthen ties to the community. The Reddit, with notoriously bad takes about the comic and feeding on a lot of the vitriol of the community, and WP, made a ‘deal’ where WP would communicate more, and, in turn, Makin would step down as boss of the Reddit, and there’d be an attempt to make the Reddit a better community for the Homestuck Fandom.
It lasted like a week? Before it was decided that WP had not upheld their part of the bargain of communicating more, and Makin returned.
The emails of what had been discussed between WP and the Reddit were released by Makin, prefaced by a statement of how it made Hussie and WP look bad.
If you actually read the emails, however, you find out a lot of this preamble is actually fucking Fake, but a lot of people didn’t bother to read what was up except for like, hand-picked examples that strengthened Makin’s argument and painted WP in a bad light, when in reality it’d been an earnest attempt at finding common ground.
So yeah.
Honestly? Fuck the Fandom. Just stay silent, WP.
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