#sorry if I got Cass's voice wrong--

[dhampiravidi]

❛  keep  reading ,  i  want  to  see  how  long  you  last .  ❜ (Cass to Jayn again because I just saw this one and thought it was too good not to send xD)

Jayn was supposed to be helping her girlfriend with her homework, but their day had become more of a "sharing a companionable silence" kind of thing, rather than an "actively discuss every assignment" thing. That was fine. They were both intelligent, capable people who'd made it into Harvard despite coming from middle-class families who occasionally witched in secret. Anyway, Jayn had finished everything but the essay that was due next Thursday (which she absolutely had no energy for) & a small Spanish project that Cassia had promised to review. Cass herself was getting some reading done for an English class. Both girls read faster by themselves, so Jayn didn't mind letting her do it on her own. In fact, she planned on doing some of her own reading...

They & their boyfriends had all been together for about a year & a half. It was a pretty nice arrangement, all things considered. The 4 of them were happy, everyone getting more than enough love & support to go around. They couldn't all cuddle in Cass's bed or on the couch without some manuevering, but Google & Pogue's physics know-how were certainly helping.

Jayn was comfortable with Cass & vice-versa, so it wasn't unusual for her to kick off her jeans while they were in her room. Jayn liked to be in nothing more than a t-shirt, her underwear & one of her lovers' bigger jackets or sweatshirts--that was well-known. She sat with her back to the headboard, legs under the covers as her laptop lay propped up on one of her knees. Cassia was on the other side of the bed, sitting cross-legged as she focused her pretty hazel eyes on whatever old, "classic" writer. She had no idea that Jayn was knee-deep in a multi-chapter smutty fanfic...or at least, that seemed to be the case.

Ah, the joys of second-person smut...

Her dark eyes reached the explicit part of the story, hanging on every word: "--you took her clit into your mouth, sucking on it like it was a piece of candy. It was fun watching her elegant face twist into all kinds of desperate expressions. But you wanted to taste her. You always had. You pressed your face into the dark curls below her waist, humming contentedly when you smelled traces of the lavender-scented soap that often lingered on her and her husband's skin." Jayn pressed her lips together firmly, just as her thighs squeezed together. As she kept reading, they kept going, matching her pace like she was somehow riding the "Reader" herself. It all sounded so nice...

"And then, giving her a loving look, you finally lapped at the nectar dripping from her cunt, licking her from top to bottom. She whined-" Jayn barely stifled her own soft moan & her eyes darted across the next few lines, shocked & absolutely enthralled by how her persona was enjoying fucking a queen her age. And then the king joined in: "...[H]e buried his face between your legs and started lapping at your pussy. You'd been wet since the first time you kissed Alina, and you hadn't cum yet, so his tongue was long overdue. At first, Aleksander was eating you out quickly, as if he wanted to see just how soon you would be coming apart for him. But as your cries got louder, he slowed down. "F-fuck, no, please--" you whined. All he did was--" 

"Jay? Hello?"

"HM?" Jayn asked, probably louder than she should've. She tried to look innocent as she looked up from her laptop. Cass simply gave her a sweet smile.

"Nothing. Nevermind."

"...OK." After waiting a few cautionary seconds, Jayn returned to her sexy adventure, rereading to find her place. Ah-ha...

"All he did was move slower, one hand stroking your clit from time to time. You looked over at your Queen, and she was completely enraptured, eyes meeting your own while she played with her breasts and bit her lip." It made her imagine Cass, Cass taking her place while the boys had Jayn on her back...Cass topless, looking absolutely delicious as she groped & teased herself--

"Baby, can you schooch down a little? Knees up?" Without thinking, Jayn obeyed. She usually did when her close friends or lovers asked. It wasn't easy to grind on herself as she had been, or to hold her laptop, so she quietly closed her PC & switched to reading on her phone.

"The shadows from under the bed crept up until they were hovering over your chest. With another movement, Aleks had them kneading your breasts, making the ache between your legs grow. He began lapping at your wet center again, and the faster he went, the more you tried to press your thighs together..." She couldn't help it. The peaks of Jayn's breasts were getting sore, nearly poking through the fabric of her shirt. Cass was busy reading, so she took the opportunity to gently run a finger over her own nipples, lips parting in ecstasy. Oh, oh...y-yeah'mhm...

She might've been scared by the sudden massaging of her cunt, but Jayn only groaned, pushing her hips forward in desperation. Then she looked up to see a very mischievous Cass, looking at her like she'd caught her doing something naughty (which, she sort of had). Cass's perfectly manicured thumb was working her perfectly, sliding up & down with the help of--"Shit," Jayn mumbled, feeling how wet she'd gotten.

"Shh...keep reading, I wanna see how long you last." Oh, gods. She was going to ruin her. At least they'd had a good run.

"...uh-h'OK...um..."

"Uh-uh. Panties off--they're ruined anyway." Gone were her panties & there was the shame. Jayn was glad she couldn't see straight down to the sure-to-be glistening MESS that was her. "Legs apart, just enough...good! Thanks, keep going." If she didn't sound so sweet asking...

"He...he had them kneading your breasts, making the ache between your legs grow. He began lapping at your wet center again--" She braced herself, waiting for an eager tongue, but sadly, none came. Maybe Cass was sticking with her hand for the moment? "--and the faster he went, the more you tried to press your thighs together. You were rutting against his face when he sucked hard on your clit, forcing you t'--AH!" She HAD to scream when Cassia suddenly dove forward, sucking hard right where Jayn needed her. "Don-don't, not just--m-more, please--"

"Keep reading, baby." Jayn skimmed through the chapter, skipping the characters' dialogue. She saw the next few words & bit her lip.

"Without another word, he pulled you toward him and slid his whole length into you in one go--" Cass kissed her puffy, poor clit, before shoving two fingers into Jayn, who whimpered pathetically. "He quickly set a fast pace--h-h, aH!--sn-snapping his hips back and forth. You tried to p-participate, but it was l-like, FUCK, y-you were just lying there, letting him fuck you senselessly. 'Damn, so fucking good for me,' he growled, each w-word punctuated by a single--"

She couldn't do it anymore. Cass's movements had matched the love interest's perfectly, fucking Jayn faster & faster until she was tripping over her words, hardly able to read. She came with a sob, clenching hard on perfect petite fingers. Her phone fell out of her hand, landing gently on the mattress.

"Oh, baby..." Cassia used her free hand to touch her girlfriend's cheek, just stroking at first, before she pressed a kiss there. When Jayn stopped trembling, Cass was able to get her other hand out (yes, the girl's thighs really were that strong). "Hey, are you--" Jayn snatched her damp fingers, sucked them clean & stole a kiss.

"Panties off, Cass. You haven't cum yet, have you?"

They decided to take a break from studying.

[7seas-of-ryy]

I Need You | Part 4

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

Author’s Note: I can't thank you guys enough for reading my writing. I'm looking forward to your thoughts on this part <3

Summary: You were saved but you still have so many questions. Trying to sort everything out might be harder than it seems.

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Warnings: Talks of torture, self hatred, angst, let me know if I need to add any others :)

"I've healed her as much as I can. Now she needs rest." you heard Madja speak

Darkness.

"I failed her, Rhys" you heard Cassian cry softly

Darkness.

"Thank you for saving her" you heard Feyre gently speak

Darkness.

"I forgot about her, then let Elain convince me to stay for longer. Let her convince me that y/n would be ok waiting a little bit longer for me." Azriel yelled

Well, that explains why he didn't show up.

"She's awake" Rhys stated

Both of the Illyrian males hurried over to you.

"Hey sunshine, how are you feeling" Your High Lord and good friend smiled softly down at you

"I'm fine" you whispered, voice hoarse from all the screaming you had been doing

Rhys hesitated, clearly knowing you were not fine. He didn't want to push you but he couldn't leave you alone after everything that just happened.

"Cassian told me most of what happened but there are certain parts he can't fill in. I don't want you to have to relive it but it might help us figure out why you were their target" he spoke so softly, as if speaking too loud would break you

Once he asked to see, it all hit you. The questions about Nyx, so many questions about him, you started to panic. Tears filled your eyes. He needed to know, he needed to understand that you didn't tell your torturers anything. You started hyperventilating, panicking, you had to let him know you were strong enough to withstand the pain.

"Rhys I promise I never broke. I never told them anything. No matter how much they hurt me, I swear. They asked so many times but I never broke, I swear I promise I was strong-" your sobs cut you off and Rhys bent down and pulled you into a tight hug.

"Shh I know. You did so well, please don't worry about any of that" he spoke into your neck, his own tears now pouring down his face.

You couldn't control yourself. Still terrified of saying, doing the wrong thing. You were shaking and crying hysterically. You knew they needed to see what you were tortured over so you sent the thought out hoping Rhys would understand what you were doing. He knew immediately, standing up and giving you a small nod.

You showed him everything, still shaking and crying. Azriel reached out for you and you let him. You needed anything, anyone to anchor you. He wrapped his arms around you and you cried in his chest.

Azriel looked at Rhys and saw the pained look on his face as the scene was happening in his head. Once he saw it all, he ran out of the room muttering something about a sleep tonic. The shadowsinger held you even tighter as if he could put all the pieces of you back together.

"I'm so sorry, you needed me and I wasn't there. I'm so sorry, so so sorry...." He kept repeating. You wanted to tell him it wasn't his fault, to help take away the guilt he was feeling but all you could think about was Cass repeating that same thing in the dungeon.

Just like that, the terror built up inside you. Your mind tricking you into thinking you were back in the chains being tortured. You started kicking and screaming, Azriel holding you down so you wouldn't hurt yourself.

"Rhys, you got that sleep tonic? Anytime now!" He shouted hoping his friend was coming

Moments later, Rhys winnowed in the room with Madja. Once she assessed the situation, she looked grim.

"Sleep tonics will not work, this is too severe. Move, boy." Madja spoke, pushing the spymaster away and setting her hands on you.

You started to settle and slowly fell asleep.

"This won't last long. I can only fix the physical pain or symptoms. Her mind tricked her body into thinking she was being tortured again. I eased that pain but it will take a lot more to ease the pain inside her," the healer looked at them with sorrow, "I'm sorry but this is as much as I can do for her."

Azriel immediately sat in the chair next to your bed, holding your hand with both of his. Rhys patted him on the back and left to try and figure more out.

You slept for 2 straight days, with Az never leaving your side. He couldn't believe he let this happen. You were his best friend, and more than that he had always been in love with you. After everything with Mor, he couldn't risk getting hurt again or losing you so he pushed his feelings away. It was the most painful thing he had done and once Elain came along he thought it would be easier to keep himself wrapped up in her.

He deeply regretted that now. You would hate him now. He forgot about you, left you there alone. He wouldn't be surprised if you never spoke to him again.

Lucien slowly entered the room, "How is she?" he asked Azriel

"Not great but she'll get there... thank you," his voice broke, "I haven't gotten a chance to tell you yet, thank you for saving her"

Lucien nodded at the male, a solemn look upon his face, "She didn't deserve any of this. I knew you and Elain had been spending time together and it pissed me off. She's my mate, but I knew she wanted you and not me, so I suffered in silence because I thought I deserved it..." he paused, "Y/n has always been kind to me. Accepted me the moment she saw me with Feyre. Offered her company when she knew Elain was away with you so I wouldn't have to be alone. She did not deserve any of this. She did not deserve to be pushed aside and forgotten."

Azriel stared at him, stunned. He opened his mouth to speak, closed it not knowing what to say, opened it again, "...I-"

"Do not hurt her again." Lucien stated, cutting him off and walked out of the room with one last look at you.

His shadows swirled around him, covering his neck to comfort him. They had been all over you for the most part. Wrapped around your arms and legs or nuzzled in your hair. After a while they whispered to him, she's waking up.

Your eyes slowly opened and the male at your side quickly stood to grab you some water. He helped you sit up in the bed against the wall and you both sat in silence for a while. You could tell he hadn't been sleeping, the bags under his eyes were the worst they had ever been.

"Sunshine" Az said, and it made you flinch.

You felt like your soul was the darkest its ever been. You weren't sunshine, you were storms and pain. You felt disgusted with yourself, hated yourself for being caught so easily. For allowing Cassian to be taken and have to witness everything. You hated yourself for causing everyone so much trouble and pain. You wished you died in that dungeon.

Cassian, Rhys, and Feyre all walked in. Feyre had a kind, hesitant smile, Rhys looked relieved that you were awake and not freaking out, and Cassian wouldn't even look at you. You assumed he was probably upset with you for dragging him into this and getting him tortured.

"Do you know why they picked me?" you asked quickly, so you wouldn't have to keep seeing their sad looks

"We're still not entirely sure. We know they were trying to find out things about Nyx but they could have taken any one of us for that." Feyre stated

"Maybe they thought I was the weakest and easiest to get answers out of?" you guessed.

"No, it felt very personal towards you y/n. It was like he hated you, don't get me wrong, he enjoyed beating me up but he was ecstatic to hurt you" Cassian spoke, still avoiding eye contact

"How did Lucien even find us?" you asked

"All he said was that Eris sent him a location and told him he needed to get there right away but that no one could see him there. Once he got there, he heard your screams and ran to save you. We've been trying to contact Eris but he hasn't responded." Rhys spoke

"I'm going to find whoever did this, and I'm going to slowly tear them to shreds" Azriel growled softly, still holding your hand.

"I don't understand what I did wrong-" you voice wavered and there it was. The look everyone was giving you made you feel sick. They knew you were broken now, you couldn't hide it anymore. You coughed to try and cover up the weakness in your voice.

"But we'll figure it out and I'll be ok. We'll all be ok. Now, I'm starving so I would love to join you guys for a meal tonight." You tried to smile at them. You needed them to think you were fine, that you were strong. They didn't need a weak link in their group. The last thing you wanted to do was eat but you figured that might convince them you were all good.

The four of them stared at you as if you grew a third eye on your head.

"Maybe you should take it easy, I can bring some food to you" Azriel suggested.

"Yeah that would be easier" the rest of them agreed.

"C'mon guys seriously, I'm fine. Give me a couple minutes to get dressed and I'll head down. I can try to help figure out what this is all about before we eat." you said weakly

"No. You are staying up here and resting. If you are hungry, one of us will get you food." Rhys commanded in a tone that left no room for negotiation.

"Is that an order from my High Lord or an order from my boss" you asked harshly

"It's an order from your friend." he softly stated, "let us know if you need anything"

The three of them left but Az stayed at your side. You didn't want to be alone but you also didn't want anyone to see you fall apart, which was about to happen any minute.

"Az, can you give me some time alone? I just need to think" you felt bad but you needed to be strong

Azriel gave you a sad smile, nodded, and headed for the door. The second it clicked shut, your facade fell apart. You began softly crying, you laid there all night like that until you finally cried yourself to sleep.

You didn't see the lone shadow in the corner of your room watching over you, and you didn't know Azriel slept outside your room on the floor all night long just in case you needed him.

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[surielstea]

Your Needs, My Needs

Request made by @loving-and-dreaming

Pairing: Cassian x Fem!Reader

Summary: With the return of Cassian’s ex, Reader makes the decision to distance herself from him— but hasn’t expected him to notice.

Warnings: A teensy bit of angst, mostly fluff!

A. Note: Sorry this is so short, I just began writing for Kinktober and started pouring all my focus into that and totally forgot about my reqs, hope this is enjoyable nonetheless :)

1.3k words

The past week has been hell.

Cassian and I haven't touched or had a meaningful conversation in seven days. All due to the return of his ex.

Alora was back from her three-year-long expedition of traveling courts and making connections. Cassian and her called it off before she left, it seemed mutual, and neither of them was too broken up about it so when me and Cassian got much closer over those three years it hadn't felt wrong.

But now she was back, and I was determined to save myself from the heartbreak of being the other woman.

So I distanced myself, backed away, stopped my lingering stares and cuddling on the couches, and stopped the flirty teasing and banter altogether.

We sat in the training ring, panting and out of breath, drinking from our waters silently. We used to sit shoulder to shoulder— despite the heat emanating from our bodies, we preferred to be close, but now there was a noticeable gap between us and it cleaved my heart in two.

I glance over at the winged male to see him already gazing at me. I give him a polite smile, trying not to fumble with my water as I avert my stare and place the bottle down beside my feet.

"What are you doing?" He suddenly asks and my brows crease, glancing back over to him, the hurt expression on his rough yet handsome features.

"Trying to catch my breath?" I say through a slightly dramatized pant.

"That's not what I'm talking about. You've been avoiding me, what have I done?" He narrows his eyes on me and I huff, looking away, afraid he might be able to see right through me if I held eye contact.

"I haven't been avoiding you Cass, just, giving you space." I shrug, keeping my voice from wavering.

"One and the same, what did I do?" His blunt words struck me like a slap, a frown pulling at my lips.

"You didn't do anything." I shake my head, finally meeting his hazel eyes.

"Then why give me space?" It hurt more than I expected it to, to look into those eyes after so long, torture to be away from him for only just a week. I doubt I could even stomach being around him once he got back with Alora.

"Alora returned, Cass, I figured you'd want to pick up where you left off," I explain, remaining strong on my point.

"And what if I don't want that?" He stands, now looking down on me. I mirror his position, rising onto my feet yet he still remained looking down at his nose and I cursed his tall height.

"It's what you should want," I argue with narrowed brows.

"No, what I should want is what makes me happy." His voice brooked no room for argument as he took a step forward, and for a moment he looked like he was going to reach out towards me, then thought better of it. "And that's you." He confesses.

My heart stutters at his words, fingers twitching with the need to touch him. "Cass." I sigh, shaking my head.

"Don't 'Cass' me, sweetheart." He tilted his head down at me.

"She's better for you," I murmur, shrugging and fighting my need to wring my hands.

"You think I can't decide what's best for me?" He steps closer, a dangerous distance now between us.

"No,” I blurt, my brows bunching.” I'm just trying to make all of this easier." I huff, my bottom lip now protruding. I didn’t want to argue, I didn’t want to even be bothered to discuss it, I thought this was what he would want?

"Easier for who?"

His question was met with silence as I debated the question. I thought it’d be easier for him, I hadn’t realized he would notice my distance. I was only trying to save him from having that awkward conversation with me.

"I don't want her, I want you." He reaches out, his hands cupping my cheeks. I blink in surprise, a blush staining my cheeks. He wanted me?

"But, I thought—" I begin to say but he cuts me off.

"You thought wrong princess," He smiled arrogantly, but the line between his brows told me he was still distressed. "I didn't want to tell you, I thought you might realize on your own.” He said, then let out a soft chuckle as he added, "Figured the nicknames and cuddling was enough to give you a hint."

I avert my gaze, the burning on my cheeks starting to grow overwhelming. "Sorry," I utter, wrapping my arms around myself.

His hands slip from my cheeks to the nape of my neck, his thumbs tilting my jaw up, making me look at him. "Don't apologize just, please, no more distancing yourself from me,” He reasons and I frown.

"I was only trying to protect you, protect myself," I explain my stance on our argument still not satiated.

"I don't need protection, I need you." His hands tightened around the back of my neck but it didn’t hurt, it was a reassuring squeeze, a reminder. "I'm not going anywhere, alright?"

"Okay." I nod slowly, a soft smile spreading across my lips, one I haven’t given him in the past week.

He leaned closer and my breath hitched, eyes flicking down to his lips. “I’m going to kiss you now, is that okay?” He asks and I nod fervently. A wicked smile spreads over his lips at my reaction but doesn’t leave me waiting for long before his lips crash down onto mine.

The kiss was soft, yet passionate. He conveyed every neglected emotion in that kiss, how much he desperately needed me in the seven days I didn’t look or touch him, how depraved he was. His lips were skilled, and his tongue even more so as it slipped into my mouth. I sighed softly, allowing him to explore every crook and crevice, studying and memorizing it as if for later reminiscence.

“I missed you,” He whispers into my mouth and I giggle, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, my chest pressed into his.

"You're so clingy." I rolled my eyes, feigning annoyance. He smiled wildly at that, because despite the kiss, this was normal, the hugging and teasing, he hadn’t realized how much he cherished it until it disappeared.

"Gods, I missed you so much." He repeats, a cadence in his voice that sounded so genuine, making my frown return, my hand rubbing circles on the back of his shoulder slowing.

"I thought you'd go back to her, I was only trying to help," I say softly, his eyes soften as he quickly shakes his head and says,

"I was never hers, just didn't know it until you." He leans closer and pecks my lips softly. "I'm yours, I always have been." He reassured and my smile returned, I pushed up onto my toes, connecting our lips over and over again, kissing him until we were both sick of the taste of each other.

“And I’m yours,” I confess. “I’ve always known that, though,” I say bashfully and his grin widens, feral, genuine. My hand slithered to his jaw, my thumb now tracing over the outline of his sensuous lips. “I missed you too,” I confess, even if I was the one pulling away.

“I know, sweetheart, your sorrow-filled stares were proof.” He teased and I shuddered, looking away with a bright red blush. He chuckled and brought my face back to his with a nudge of his nose. “It was cute,” He reassured me, and even if I didn’t believe him, I allowed his lips to press against mine, again, and again, and again.

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[writingchalamet]

Angels Like You

This is part 1 of my new Bucky series, taking place just after FATWS, Sam and Bucky are visiting Sarah when they meet her neighbour Y/n, who happens to catch Bucky's eye, the rest you'll have to find out...

Slow burn, eventual smut.

2.4k words

Warnings: Angst, Swearing, mentions of graphic physical abuse, fluff, y/n has a child

Please do not read if you find these topics upsetting or triggering, my inbox is always open for any messages 🧡

Chapter 1

Bucky's ears tingled with the sound of Cass and Aj's voices echoing through the house as they played, along with the clatter of feet smacking against the wood floors and laughter. A smile crept its way to Bucky's face as himself and Sam walked down the drive to Sarah's house, upon hearing the chaos that ensued inside. The sun beamed down in golden streams lighting the path towards the house, that's when he saw her, sitting on the front lawn with Sarah, smile on her face, eyes gleaming and laughing along with something Sarah had said to her. He felt it instantly in his chest, his heart stopped for a minute.

"You okay, Cyborg?" Sam nudged his vibranium arm arching his brow in question. "Yeah, yeah sorry, thought I forgot my keys but we're good" Sam side eyed him but continued down the path to the house.

"Sam! Bucky! Hey! Kids your uncle Sam is here!" Sarah called out to the boys, rising from her seated position from the floor, her unknown companion says something about drinks and heads inside, not before turning her head and nodding towards the two men. "Hey baby sis" Sam engulfs her in a hug as the pair reach, her reply about not being a baby is muffled by Sam's chest which gains a laugh from Bucky. "How are you guys doing?" Bucky asks as they split, nodding his head towards the house.

"You know, we're good, busy as ever, the kids miss their uncle though" she nudges Sam. "Hey, not just anyone can be Captain America, think of the street cred those kids will get" Sarah and Bucky both roll their eyes scoffing in unison. "Anyway I have a question, who was your hot friend that was sitting with you?" Sam wiggled his eyebrows smirking looking back towards the house, where you could be seen in the kitchen window making a pitcher of lemonade.

"Sam! That's my friend Y/n, she lives next door, and she has a bakery in town" She sighed as she answered knowing she couldn't avoid the question. "Yeah, yeah okay, but is she single" Sam enquired rather pointedly. "Not for you, she's not, stay away Sam! I'm serious she got out of a real bad relationship and she doesn't want to date!" Bucky couldn't help but feel his own heart break a bit, he didn't know what was wrong with him, he hadn't even met you. Just as Sam was about respond, no doubt some witty comment about being the hero to sweep you off your feet, the sound of the front door opening interrupted them, Cass and AJ came out carrying a pitcher and glasses placing them on the outdoor table before pouncing towards their uncle and his friend. But Bucky couldn't keep his eyes off the front door as you emerged with a little boy attached to your hip, he pointed at the sky and muttered something as your pointed back a smile adorning your face as you approached the group.

"Hey" you breathed out as you reached everyone, standing next to Bucky, you couldn't help but feel judged as you felt his strong gaze unwavering on you and your son. You didn't know much about Bucky, just what Sarah had told you, the former Winter Solder turned good guy, born in 1917, Hydra captive then the Wakandans broke his trigger words or something like that. But why was he staring at you, was it because there was no apparent ring on your ring finger and you had a baby, you knew he was from a different time but surely he didn't think so outdated. "Hi, I'm Bucky" he extends his had to you, you shake it nervously, unwrapping one arm from your child to do so. "Y/n".

"Hi I'm Sam, and who's this little guy?" Sam gives you a wave, then tilts his head smiling at the boy in your arms, who buries his head in your chest at the sudden attention. "Oh this is Forrest, you gonna say hi baby" you tickle the babies belly erupting the sweetest giggle from him as he nuzzles further into your chest, "sorry he's shy around new people" you smile stroking his curls away from his eyes. "Aw just like you Bucky" Sam laughs which earns him a smack from Sarah. "How old is he" Bucky asks quietly, still not looking away from you, "He's one and half" this time you speak directly to Bucky turning more and meeting his eyes, it's then you realise the soft smile he wears across his face as he looks rather intently at you.

As you turn towards him, Bucky takes notice of your face, committing it to memory, he notes every line, freckle, the way your smile curves, the slight indentations in your cheeks as you do, the way your nose crinkles as you look at your son, how your eyes seem to brighten when you talk about him, then he notices a small scar on the side of your face above your eyebrow, how the jagged little line fades into the skin. He spots another faded scar like it on your hand as you continue to brush back the babes hair away from his face. Forrest points up to the sky and excitedly squeaks "bird" as one flies overhead. Bucky again couldn't help but make another mental note, this time of the way the baby who very much resembled his mother, and how his little face lit up at the sight.

"Oh well done Forrest, bird!" Sarah came forwards enthusiastically clapping her hands pointing to the sky. "Bird! Bird! brr brrr brrr-" Forrest continued to babble away to himself, pointing to the sky at the birds. "Bird was his first word, that's pretty much all he says besides mama and bye, he loves birds" you laugh bouncing him on your hip. "Oh Sam he'd love you in your bird costume!" Sarah jokes, Sam however who's eyes seem to pop out of their sockets at the comment does not find it funny, while Bucky laughs. "Costume! it's a suit, a suit that saves the world I'll have you know! bird costume.." he tuts kissing his teeth.

"Well I think your bird costume is cool uncle Sam" AJ pipes in. "Me too" Cass adds though is overlapped by a heavily frustrated Sam "-it's not a bird costume!! you know what, next time any of you guys need saving I'm leaving y'all to fend for yourselves. pfft bird costu-" his rant was cut short by Sarah "Well that's not true and you know it, you love me big brother, kids get in on this" Sam is soon bundled to the floor by Sarah and the kids piling on top of him all of them laughing harmoniously.

"Okay as much as I want to stay I have to get this little angel down for his nap, so I'll head back to mine, thanks for letting us play guys" You shout at the group hearing a faint 'okay love you' from Sarah under all the laughing. You turn to Bucky and smile, "It was nice to meet you Bucky, maybe see you again sometime" this time you extend your hand to him which he took in a heartbeat. Smoothing his thumb over the soft skin as he stands a little taller nodding. "Yeah it was great meeting you guys, bye Forrest" he turns his attention towards the tired toddler in your arms who sleepily lifts his hand giving Bucky a small wave goodbye, making the old mans heart skip a few beats. "Bye Bucky" you gently let your hand slip from his holding eye contact with him for just a few more seconds before daring to tare yourself away.

As you carry yourself down the driveway, one thing you were certain of. Bucky had made your heart melt in just a few small moments.

Bucky and Sam had been staying with Sarah for two nights now. The pair of them loving the 'uncle duties' as Sam liked to call it, playing with the kids while Sarah worked, showing them how to fly Redwing and dangling off Uncle Bucky trying to take him to the ground. Buck wouldn't admit it, but he secretly loved how the kids had taken to him so quickly. the thought of being a part of a family especially one with kids seemed so far out of reach, so he appreciated Sam for letting him join his. However, he did feel a tinge of disappointment over the fact that you had not been over to visit since the first day they had arrived. Sure, he had caught a glance of you cooking in your own kitchen window when they were on their way out yesterday afternoon, and sure you heard a commotion through your open window looking up in an instant hoping to catch a glimpse of a certain blue eyed beauty, eyes meeting for only a second before you had to tear them away to check your toddler wasn’t playing with knives or anything. Bucky again felt the small pang of rejection in his chest as you looked away just as quickly as you looked at him.

Over dinner that evening Bucky was surprised it was Sam that brought you up as a topic of conversation clearly reading the signals that he had wanted to know more about you without seeming nosy. “So, your friend Y/n” Sam suggested the topic after swallowing a mouthful of beer, finding the confidence, Bucky instantly perked up, waiting to see what Sarah would say. She only tilted her head to the side cocking an eyebrow. “What about her Sam” there was a brief pause, Sam looked between Sarah and Bucky, “You know, what’s her deal” he took another swig of his drink feeling slightly under pressure. The man could fight evil and not break a sweat but ask his sister a challenging question and the boy would crack. “Her deal is none of your business Sam” Sarah stated matter of factly. “Oh, common Sarah, we’re just curious” Sarah huffs and sits back in her seat looking between the two men. Bucky gives her a subtle nod letting her know it’s okay.

“If either of you say anything to her, I will beat you both senseless, got it!” she points across the table at both the men sitting next to each other. Bucky and Sam raise their hands in unison, the sight quite comical for Sarah.

“I told you she got out of a bad relationship, but I didn’t say how bad. She moved from Wyoming to get away from him, she was with him for years, he’d keep her locked in the house, put her in the hospital god knows how many times, but she was too terrified to press charges against him. Then she got pregnant and it got worse, she told me he said he was gonna kill her and the baby and she finally left while he was at work one day, got in the car and drove for a day straight until she got here, she didn’t know anyone, she was living out of her car, I let her stay at mine when I met her and found out what happened and got her in contact with her family again and they helped her buy her house and open her store, she used to have a café back in Wyoming before she met Matt, but he made her sell it, asshole. But anyway she has a restraining order against him but he keeps showing up here, we don’t know how he found out she lives down here, but he keeps coming and waiting for her outside her shop across the street and just stares at her, we don’t know if he lives in town now or if he just travels here to shake her down then goes back, but the guy is nuts.” Sarah’s chest felt heavy as she released the intel on her best friend, she couldn’t read the faces of her brother and Bucky, something distinguishable between disgust and regret of asking on Sams face but Bucky she could practically hear the gears turning in his Vibranium arm as he clenched his fist, nostrils flared and jaw tight, the man looked ready to fight.

“Have you guys not called the police about harassment” Bucky all but snarled. “Yeah, but they said they can’t do anything as he has never breached his restraining order, he’s not allowed within one hundred feet of her or Forrest and no contact is to be made, and so far he’s not done that, he’s never even met Forrest, I don’t think he’s ever seen him, he just sits on a wall in town opposite her shop, and the police say that’s not harmful and no means for arrest, or some shit like that I don’t know.” Sarah shook her head again at the thought.

“That’s bullshit” Bucky’s hand hit into the table with force causing the drinks to knock over and spill. Sarah let out a little yelp at the sudden boom of his voice. “Ah sorry” already picking up the classes and reaching for napkins and cleaning the mess. “Maybe we could hire her a bodyguard? What about Torres, I bet he’d love it!” Sam piped up again nodding to Bucky with a grin on his face. “She doesn’t need a baby sitter, what she needs is the police to do their job and arrest the creep who threatened her and her sons life multiple times but is still somehow walking around scott free” Sarah’s words seem to hit a nerve with Bucky, as he rises from the table storming towards the exit.

The thought of you in danger kept Bucky awake all night, not that he ever got much sleep anyway, but you and Forrest were keeping him up more than usual and he found it near maddening. Deciding to take things into his own hands the next day, he asked Sarah if you would be home, after finding out you would be in your Bakery he was very excited to pay you a visit, though that excitement soon turned to dread at the sight of a man having you pressed against the wall with his hands around your neck, while screaming in your face through the window of your shop. Matt had picked the wrong day to break his restraining order, and Bucky sure was happy of his saviour complex.

[incorrectbatfam]

Can I ask for how the Goons meeting the Wayne's as civilians would go? Neither know each other's... extracurricular activities. Do they get along?

[Gotham University]

Professor: The average on the last test was 76 but since some where able to get 100, I will not be curving the grades.

Other student: Man, someone's always wrecking the curve.

Booker, who got 100: My bad.

Steph, who also got 100: Also my bad.

———————

[Discord voice chat]

Barbara: So Luke, Helena, and Bette weren't the imposters. That still leaves five of us. I'm gonna go back to the control room. Nobody better follow me.

Mac, the imposter: *follows her*

———————

Gene: Excuse me, do you know the directions to the nearest bioweapons storage?

Tim, scrolling through his phone: Down the road, take a left.

Gene: Thanks!

Tim: *pauses*

Tim: Hold on a second—

———————

[Gotham High School]

Teacher: For your next project—

Duke, rushing in after a fight: Sorry I'm late! I, uh, forgot my backpack.

Teacher: Just take a seat, Mr. Thomas. As I was saying—

Duke: *sits at an empty lab table*

Milo, walking in with a black eye and coffee: Morning, Miss K.

Teacher: Sit down, Mr. Carr. I'll talk to you after class. Now for the project...

Milo: Yo, this seat taken?

Duke: Be my guest.

Teacher: Here is the rubric and the person next to you will be your lab partner.

Duke, looking at Milo: Haven't I seen you somewhere?

Milo: I have one of those faces. Anyway, since we're lab partners, how do you feel about blowing stuff up?

Duke: I'm down.

———————

[on the side of the road]

Otto: Stupid piece of junk, always picking the wrong time to conk out on me.

Dick, pulling over: Need a hand?

Otto: You don't happen to have any jumper cables on you, do ya?

Dick: As a matter of fact, I do. It's a funny story, actually. It all started when I was a child. Back in my day...

———————

Molly: *leaves the bathroom*

Cass, tapping her shoulder: You forgot something.

Molly: Oh, right.

Molly: *picks up her drug stash*

———————

[at a bar]

Jason: Uh... would you quit staring at me. It's weird.

Kellin: You were ranked one of the Top Ten most attractive men this year according to the Gotham Gazette.

Jason: Yeah, I was.

Kellin: I don't see it.

———————

Harper: *dumpster diving for parts*

Blaise: *dumpster diving for things to burn*

Harper: *hands him a newspaper*

Blaise: *hands her a wrench*

———————

[at the pool]

Rob: So which one's yours?

Bruce: The one swinging the pool noodle. You?

Rob: The ones behind him with water balloons.

Bruce: I'm going to get another drink. Would you like one? It's on me.

Rob: Sure, why not?

[hellodarling1357]

Battlefield Confessions (Cassian x Reader)

Just a short one to get the writing juices flowing again, it's been a tough week!

I'm (very slowly) getting to all my requests and I'm so sorry it's taken me so long! I've loved all the ideas so much but have been in the middle of moving and a heap of other drama so been a bit distracted lately.

Anyway, I couldn't not write about a mid-fight love confession so here it is!

Enjoy 🥰

Word Count: 1,050

You and Cassian had been treading around one another for years. It was always a situation of right person, wrong time, and a constant will-they-won’t-they amongst your friends. It wasn’t until a heated screaming match in the middle of the battle against Hybern where Cassian was berating you about risking yourself to protect him from an unnoticed Hybern soldier that it all came out.

“It was a stupid, reckless move, Y/N. You could’ve gotten yourself killed.” Cassian had shouted as he slammed his sword down into an approaching soldier, pulling you back as he did so.

“Funny that, coming from you,” Barely jumping out of the way as another solider advanced, flipping your dagger into him as he stumbled against Cassian’s hold. “Aren’t you the one who had your wings shredded, and then had all your organs hanging out a few months later? Not to mention all the times when—"

“Alright, got your point,” Cassian panted in a moment of reprieve as he eyed the battlefield. “Doesn’t change the fact that you risking yourself for me is not worth it and goes against every order you’ve been given, from both Rhys and myself. Don’t do it again.”

“It’s not up you to decide what I think is worth risking… On your left.” You shouted at the sudden appearance of a small cluster of soldiers that sent Cassian’s Siphons blazing, the red light blasting into the majority of the group, leaving the rest as easy pickings for the two of you as you fought against them. “As I was saying,” You panted, “I’ll decide if I think you’re worth it or not and, as it happens, I do, so stop complaining.”

He let out a scoff at your words, shaking his head and contemplating sending you back to the row of tents to help the healers to get you out of the fray if this was how you were going to act. Before he could say as much, he just had time to push you aside as a soldier snuck up on the two of you and raised his sword behind your back. Cassian was quick in disarming him, sending his lifeless body to the ground as he reached out a hand to help you up.

“You alright?”

“Yeah,” Your voice was a bit breathless, but you blinked the shock away as Cassian quickly looked you over for any injuries. “I’m fine, Cass.”

“Okay, okay. Look, I need you to go check in on the others. Find Madja, ask her if she needs any assistance.”

Anger bubbled inside of you as you realised what he was doing.

“I’m not leaving.”

“Y/N…” He gave you a look, the look he usually reserved for out of line soldiers, but you knew him, knew it was just a tactic to try to get you to listen.

“No. I’m not one of your soldiers, you can’t just order me away because you don’t think I’m capable enough.”

“Y/N, you know that I know you’re more than capable. But right now, I need you off the field, it’s a liability having you here.”

“A liability?” Your voice was cold as you looked over the male in front of you. “After everything that we’ve been through, everything I’ve done to prove… How dare you say that to me.” If it weren’t for the battle raging around you, you were certain that tears would be welling in your eyes.

“No, that came out wrong. Look, it’s just—"

But you weren’t listening, didn’t want to listen as he came up with whatever excuse he had forming.

“It’s just what, Cassian?” You were yelling now, glaring at the General with fire in your eyes as the sounds of the battle muffled against the growing tension.

Cassian looked as though he had a battle of his own raging through his head as he glared back, finally muttering “fuck it” as he marched over to you. Unsure of what he was doing, you pulled yourself to your full height, ready to fight if he was going to attempt forcing you to leave. But as Cassian stopped in front of you, close enough that your chests were almost touching, the look in his eyes had you balking. He reached for you then, one hand cupping your cheek and the other playing with the end of your braid. And as he crashed his lips to yours, your body went utterly still, unexpected shock taking over all of your senses.

He pulled back, looking you over before saying “it’s just that,” he repeated from earlier, “I am so utterly and completely in love with you that the thought of you being out here is a liability because I can only focus on what you’re doing, where you are, if you’re okay. My head isn’t in this battle while you’re here with me, so I need you to go.” You stared at him before being pulled aside, your ears met with the sound of clashing swords as another assault of Hybern soldiers were released on you. The bodies piled up around you, leaving you gasping for breath and wiping blood from your hands.

“That,” Cassian panted, “is why I need you to get out of here. I was so distracted I only just saw them approach, another second and it would’ve been too late.”

You pressed up onto your toes, stretching until your lips met his in a hurried, frantic kiss. “Well, I’m definitely not leaving now.” You said against his mouth.

“Y/N…”

“I love you too, idiot. And you’re stupid if you think I’m going to leave your side after that.”

He knew there was no arguing with you, that it would be a waste of energy and even more of a distraction from what was happening around him. Instead, Cassian squeezed your hand as he said, “Let’s just get this over with,” shoulders rolling as he observed the fight around you.

“Let’s. Then we can go home and finally act on this. I knew you liked me.” Despite the battle and death piling around you, a cheeky smile graced your features

Cassian rolled his eyes at your wink, unable to contain the smile that tugged at his mouth. Even in the middle of a war you found ways to make him laugh and he couldn’t wait until this was all over and the two of you could finally stop beating around the bush and start a life together.

***** As always, please send me any requests you have or just drop in for a chat 🥰

[azrielslightintheshadows]

Hi there! I read your cassian fic you posted and absolutely love it!! I was hoping for more cassian x reader content, with a similar reader (shy, insecure). Perhaps she gets her period and tries to go through training and all without bothering cassian about it because she doesn't want to be a bother. But the pains become too much and cassian eventually finds out...ensue lots of fluff ❤️

Perfect mate.

Cassian x f!Reader

Masterlist

Warnings; no warnings just pure fluff.

I don't know why but every time I write something about Cassian my heart melts and I feel so safe and comfortable. I enjoyed this request so much since I'm also on my period so thank you!Hope you enjoy it too!

For the first time since you met your mate you were glad that you woke up alone as pain filled your body and you groaned. You knew your circle was coming because your power was out of control for a week now, so you were prepared. You slipped out of bed with a groan and grabbed the bottle you kept on your nightstand, Madja had given it to you a few days ago it was supposed to help with the pain. You drank half of it and headed to the bathroom, you needed to get the smell off you so Cassian wouldn’t notice.

He wouldn’t have a problem with it on the contrary he would do anything in his power to make you feel comfortable and ease your pain, but you didn’t want to bother him, it had been a while since Prythian was at peace again and you wanted to let him enjoy it until something else came up.

After your bath you got dressed and walked to the dining room to get breakfast, you took a seat and a plate filled with food appeared in front of you. You stared at it, nausea hit you like a brick and you almost gagged. Okay no breakfast, I can do this. You thought and hurried off to the roof.

Cassian was already there, he was shirtless and sweaty, and you almost drooled at the sight, your cheeks burned, and you lowered your gaze. You had obviously seen him naked multiple times before, but you still couldn’t get used to his beauty. Cassian noticed this and smirked.

“It’s okay doll stare as much as you want it’s all yours” his voice was deep and melodic and sent shivers down your spine. How did you get so lucky? Not only he is hot, but he also treats you like a queen, your every wish is his command and he has helped you get out of your shell more than anyone. Every shaky step you took in order to become more confident he saw it as a huge success and cheered making you try harder.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable it was just a joke” he pulled you out of your thoughts and you noticed his worried eyes.

“What? No, I was just thinking how lucky I am to have you as my mate” you smiled and walked up to him. His frown turned to a grin, and he grabbed your waist pulling you so close that you could feel all his muscles.

“What did I do to deserve you?” He whispered and kissed your head. “But this flattery won’t get you out of training” he chuckled, and you slapped his chest.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

You were panting, Cassian wasn’t going easy on you and the tonic Madja gave you was wearing off, the pain emerging stronger than ever. You lost your balance at the same time as Cassian kicked and his foot landed on your side making you gasp. Strong arms grabbed you before you hit the ground and your mate’s panicked voice echoed through the ring “are you okay?”

You nodded and placed your hand on your abdomen.

“Talk to me doll, what’s wrong, where’s the pain?” His hands were all over your body, his eyes frantically searching for an injury.

“I’m okay” you croaked and clenched your eyes shut.

Cassian was on the verge of crying, the frustration was getting the best of him and he grabbed your jaw turning your head so you would look at him.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry I didn’t have the time to stop. What did I do…. please doll show me where it hurts”

“Cass it’s not your fault, I’m on my circle and the tonic Madja gave me wore off and the pain came back stronger, so I lost my balance. It’s my fault I shouldn’t have come to training today” you confessed, your heart broke at the sight of him, so panicked and sad.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He exclaimed.

“I didn’t want to bother you” your eyes burned.

He just shook his head and lifted you in his arms. “You need a hot bath and afterwards we will cuddle no more work today”.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

After your bath he placed you on the bed and laid next to you, he pulled you on him and his wings covered you creating a cocoon. He picked your favourite book and started reading to you, pausing between every chapter to leave a kiss on your head. You dozed off feeling safe and comfortable in his arms, his warmth embracing you and his wings keeping the sun out of your eyes.

When you woke up again it was afternoon and you were still in the same position, Cassian’s snores breaking the silence. You stared at his face, his strong and sharp jaw, his full lips and his long lashes… how could someone be so beautiful. A smirk slowly appeared on his lips.

“Enjoying the view?”

“Very much sir” you smiled, and he chuckled.

“Are you feeling better?” He asked, his eyes remained shut, yet his hands rubbed your back.

“Yes… I think your warmth is helping with the pain” you muttered and buried your face in his neck.

“Then I think you need to stay on me today”

“We have to be at dinner tonight, Rhysand said that he has an announcement to make” you whispered and shoved your cold hands beneath him making him tense and chuckle.

“Alright” he picked you up and placed you next to him, he got dressed and threw one of his shirts to you along with a pair of leggings.

You groaned as you slipped out of bed and got dressed.

“Ready?” He asked and you nodded.

You started walking towards the door and yelped when his strong arms circled your waist, and he picked you up manoeuvring you so his hand was beneath your back and the other behind your knees.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“I told you; you need to stay on me today” he smiled.

And you did, hiding your face in his neck when everyone stared at you curiously as you were sitting on him for the whole dinner and flinching when he screamed after Rhysand announced that he and Feyre were expecting another baby.

Requests are open!

[danikamariewrites]

Hello helloooo! Got a request for you if it piques your interest! Thinking of some kind of fic or HCs with Cassian x reader where reader is the type who cries when they’re talked to sternly or yelled at and generally when they’re told “no”. Like they try their hardest to hold back tears but they can’t stop the fattest tear drops from falling and whenever Cassian sees them he just melts and feels terrible. It can be totally unserious where Cassian is like “baby we have ice cream at home why do you need to get some from this store right now?” or you could go the serious route with Cassian getting frustrated and yelling. 🥹

When he says no headcanon

Cassian x reader

Warnings: none

You’ve always been in tune with your emotions

You cry a lot! And there’s nothing wrong with that

Happy tears when something good happens for one of your friends or your book has a happy ending

Sad tears when you get bad news or Cassian is upset because you just want him to be ok

The tears you always try to hold back are when Cassian tells you no or uses his general voice

It can be something so unserious too

“Cass can we stop and get snacks?” “Can we have junk food all day?” “Can we have dessert then dinner?” “Do we have to go, or can we skip the event?” “Can you just stay home with me all day?”

Cassian hates saying no to you, he truly gets no joy from it

If anything it breaks his heart. You’re his mate, you should have whatever your heart desires

His many responses include, “no, baby not right now.” “Not today baby, I’m sorry.” “No baby.”

The saddest frown pulls at your lip, your lip wobbles even though you try to stop it, and silver lines your eyes as you sadly respond, “oh…ok Cass.”

You can’t help that your tears fall, you have to let your emotions out because you hate bottling things up

Before you can start sobbing Cassian holds your face wiping the tears away

“Ohh sweet pea don’t cry. We can do whatever you want in a little bit, yeah.” You nod and give him a big hug to let him know you’re ok

When he’s serious and uses his general voice Cassian is very firm

It kind of scares you (in other situations it turns you on tho)

He doesn’t use a nickname either Cass uses your actual name

“No y/n. I said no, we will talk about it later.”

You immediately start sobbing and don’t give him the chance to comfort you

You run off to your bedroom and shut the door in his face

Cass takes some time to cool off and give you your space before he comes to apologize for being too mean

When he does come to apologize he has your favorite treat as a peace offering

He snuggles you in bed, rubbing up and down your spine in comforting strokes while he apologizes

“I didn’t mean to snap at you sweet pea. I shouldn’t have done that, I’m so sorry. Can you forgive me?”

You can never stay mad at him long (that makes you even more upset, hating staying mad at ppl)

On days like that Cassian drops everything to stay with you to make sure you’re ok

[sunshinebingo]

A BatBoys + Gwynriel fic

Synopsis: Cassian and Rhysand watch an interaction unfold between Azriel and Gwyn when the latter comes to see the shadowsinger while they are drinking together. Azriel has no idea what they find so funny about it. But they certainly find it hilarious.

Word Count: 1.4k

Read on Ao3 or below the cut

“There’s something in his eyes. Like a sparkle,” Rhys said, his own eyes squinting and his hand lazily rubbing his chin.

“Hmmm,” came Cassian's response while he swallowed the sip he had taken from his drink. “Yes. Plus he has been making that weird face more.”

“You mean smiling?”

“It’s not just smiling. It’s that little tug of his mouth that I think he thinks he’s hiding well, you know?”

Cass’ lips turned the slightest at the corners in an attempt to demonstrate what he meant.

Rhys chuckled. “I know exactly what you mean.”

“And you must have also noticed the –“

“For fuck’s sake. Can you stop talking as if I’m not here?” Azriel jumped in, tired of feeling like an oddity sitting across from them.

“We’re just making some observations,” Rhys explained matter-of-factly.

Said observations had been going on for at least half an hour and Azriel hated every minute of it next than the previous one.

“To make sure you’re alright.” Cassian added and raised his glass in Azriel’s direction. “Are you sure you’re alright brother?”

Azriel rolled his eyes with a groan. Something was clearly wrong with these two. There was no other explanation.

He downed his drink and stood up to walk to the bar in the corner of the room. He grabbed the decanter that the House of Wind had provided them and poured himself another glass, fuller this time. There wasn’t enough drink in the entirety of Velaris for him to deal with these idiots and their idiotic questions. Questions which got dumber with every glass they finished. Some people really shouldn’t be allowed to drink.

Azriel didn’t know what the hell they were speaking of. There was nothing wrong with him. So he had absolutely no clue what in the seven courts they were on about sparkles and hidden smiles.

He was about to tell them to shove their ridiculous thoughts up their asses when a distinct set of footsteps was heard skipping in the living area, followed by a singsong voice that sounded like salvation from the hell he had been living the whole time he had been sitting with his brothers.

“Shadowsinger, I have a special something just for y... Oh!”

Silence followed. Azriel remained where he stood, body frozen and eyes locked on the glowing female that stood before them. From their respective seats, Cassian and Rhysand’s eyes darted between their third brother and the equally still priestess at the threshold. The more seconds passed and the more pink tinted her cheeks and nose as she also started looking at everyone present.

“Hello Gwynnie,” Cassian slurred with a mischievous grin.

“Hi Cass.” She blurted out and looked to the one sitting on the couch to his right. “High Lo- Rhysand,” she corrected herself with a smile after he smirked and rose his eyebrows with a silent reminder to drop the fancy title in private settings.

That smile of hers turned brighter with the giggle she let out when a few of Azriel’s shadows left their current resting place to twirl around her arms and in her hair. “Hello to you too,” she greeted them with much more enthusiasm than she had anyone else.

If Azriel wasn’t still staring at her, he would have noticed the side glances, the wiggling eyebrows and the grins that his brothers were exchanging.

“I’m sorry. I can come back when you aren’t busy,” she told Azriel and made to turn around. At the mere thought of her leaving – which would mean that he would find himself at the mercy of his stupid brothers again – he shook his head to break free from his momentary trance and walked to her.

“Wait.” He winced from how loud his voice came out. His ears picked up a snort from Cassian which he decided to ignore since he didn’t know the reason behind it. Probably another nonsensical thing again.

“It’s alright Gwyneth. You’re not interrupting anything serious,” Rhys said before Azriel could.

Azriel felt the urge to hit him in the face to erase that smirk he was still sending Gwyn’s way. That urge faded away when she faced him again. He was so stunned by the colour of her eyes that, for a moment, he didn’t realise that she was speaking to him while he just stood there with his mouth open. That was until he heard Cassian whispering, “I think he’s broken,” before he and Rhys started laughing like little girls.

Azriel scowled at them, making sure to send every bit of annoyance he was feeling in his gaze. He suddenly wished that looks could kill so they’d both drop dead. Or at least mildly paralysed.

Another giggle from Gwyn made him turn to her again. She lowered the hand that she was covering her mouth with and stood straighter.

“I came to give you this.” She handed him the heavy book that she had been carrying in her arms. “It’s about all the magical weapons that have been recorded since the first war. I bookmarked the pages which contain the ones you are investigating,” she explained.

“That way you won’t have to spend your entire nights going through thousands of old reports.”

Azriel looked down at the book with plenty of colourful little tabs peaking out of the pages. Then at his hands where a strange sort of electricity went up his arms when her fingers brushed his as the book passed from her to him. Warmth crept up his neck and face. It was strange that the alcohol he had consumed was only affecting him now. It had to be that. Right?

“Aww look at his cheeks,” came from Rhys.

At his silent command, a few of his shadows reluctantly left Gwyn’s side to try and silence whatever the idiots were talking about. For whatever reason, their muffled laughter turned louder, even as they shooed his shadows like they were chasing flies away. Azriel ignored them as best as he could and focused on Gwyn.

“Thank you, Berdara.” He clutched the book to his chest like it was the most precious thing he had ever received.

Azriel smiled down at her and delighted in the one that he got in return. They stood there for a while. A familiar energy surrounded them, similar to the one that he often felt when they were together. While their interactions could sometimes be funny thanks to their banter and her witty sense of humour, or even filled with a heat and tension that he couldn’t explain, this time it was soothing yet a little giddy due to his shadows antics. Azriel could have spent the rest of the night like this. But, too soon, he was reminded of the presence of his brothers when Rhys whispered, not very quietly,

“Look! It’s the sparkle.”

Azriel closed his eyes and made a list of all the reasons why killing his brothers right now would be a good idea. He still didn’t know what the fuck these two were talking about and it was starting to really grate on him.

“Well,” Gwyn broke through his thoughts when he reached reason number 6. “I’ll leave you all to your little bat boys bonding time.”

From the sound that he was making, even without looking at them, Azriel was fairly certain that Cassian had just spat his drink back in his glass.

He stopped breathing when Gwyn rose on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. “See you tomorrow, Shadowsinger.”

She pulled away with another smile and flushed cheeks. “Bye guys.” She waved at Cassian and Rhys.

Both stopped laughing and stared at Gwyn like she was another oddity. After she disappeared through the hallway, humming like she so often did, and with a shadow still on her shoulder, Cass and Rhys slowly turned their heads towards Azriel. Like vultures who have detected the perfect the prey. Their eyes glistened with tears from their laughter and their grin got wider and wider.

“If either of you say something,” Azriel warned them, “anything. I will punch you.” Both of them opened their mouths at the same time. “So fucking hard.”

Cassian’s cheeks puffed as he held in yet another laugh while Rhys hid his by bringing his glass to his mouth. Azriel’s glare remained fixed on them even as he walked back to the bar. He picked up his glass along with the decanter and went to sit down again. Azriel decided then to leave the questionable mental states of Rhysand and Cassian to their mates.

While his brothers moved on to somewhat more sane topics of conversation, Azriel started to flip through the pages of the book. Although, what he focused on was not it’s content, but rather the sweet scent that clung to it.

[dg-outlaw]

Batman insists that whenever Scooby and the gang are in or near Gotham City, he or one of the others is there to look out for them (just in case). But what happens when his only two options are Jason Todd and Stephanie Brown?

A fun, romantic, and ridiculous idea I had that's proving to be quite interesting, tonally. Expect some meta commentary and hijinks.

What I'm hoping to be a 3-part series for JaySteph Weekend 2024 (August 9th - 11th), hosted by @jaystephevents

Enjoy a snippet from my WIP below. ❤️💜

Jason Todd is bad news. Or so that was the general warning she got every time the former dead Robin’s name came up. Yes, he used to be Robin and he used to be dead. He’s neither of those things now, but that’s a story for a different day and not hers to tell.

Continuing to scroll Jason’s file on the Batcave computer, Stephanie Brown wondered what Batman had planned for them. His message to her was cryptic as usual, but he wanted to meet her and Jason at the cave. She assumed she was in trouble if it involved Jason as well, but she couldn’t recall anything she had done wrong or them having crossed paths recently. Maybe it was something else, but she had only ever interacted with Jason a few times, and mostly when they were in their gear as their respective alter-egos, Red Hood and Spoiler. Surely, Batman wasn’t planning on having them work together. Jason was the outsider in their little Gotham vigilante world, and sometimes an antagonist, and she was the wildcard nuisance that refused to go away. Either way she was told more often than not to keep her distance from the Red Hood. Tim, her ex, was not a fan of his and most of the things she’d heard about Jason came from him. Reckless, impulsive, dangerous, not afraid to kill, and uncontrolled anger issues. Those were the descriptions she often heard attributed to Jason, and they were confirmed by the profile on the screen in front of her.

Despite some meditation and a boba tea before she got to the manor, she was still feeling nervous and on edge, and not just because she was worried about being in trouble, but wondering why her and why Jason. She had no idea what he might’ve done, but she was ready to defend herself against whatever complaint or criticism Bruce might have. She knew he could be a real grump sometimes, hell, he was a grump most of the time, but she had been through too much over the years to just sit back and take a scolding from Bruce without a word in response. Despite his and Tim’s protests, she had proven herself as Spoiler, had been Robin for a hot minute (another story for another day… or maybe never), and had recently proven that she could be Batgirl. The only reason she was Spoiler again was because she needed a break and wanted Cass to take the role of Batgirl again while she focused on school. Cass had suggested they do it together, but being Batgirl after Barbara Gordon and Cassandra Cain was a big deal in her book already. Doing it alongside the perfect ninja? That was something completely different. 

“The Wikipedia article is more detailed,” came a smooth deep voice from behind her.

“Cheese and rice!” she cried out as she almost jumped out of Batman’s chair.

She turned, one knee still tucked up by her chest and the other tucked up on the chair, ready to jump, run, or fight, and that’s when she saw him, looking at her and chuckling. “Sorry.”

She narrowed her eyes and tried to act as if Jason hadn’t just scared the bejeezus out of her, but the smirk on his face said he wasn’t buying it. Only Bruce and Cass, and sometimes Tim, were able to sneak up on her without her knowing. It used to be all of them when she first became Spoiler, but her senses and stealth skills had improved, which annoyed Tim because she was now able to sometimes sneak up on him. “It’s fine,” she lied. 

Having only ever seen him with his big red helmet covering his face or from a distance with his domino mask on, he was more good-looking than she’d expected and maybe just as tall, if not taller than Bruce. She also noticed the patch of white hair just above his forehead, mixed among the unruly dark waves of the rest of his hair, was a bit more prominent. The photos in his file were older and from his Robin days, and the more recent ones were grainy surveillance photos, but seeing him up close was different. She found herself studying him, noticing the scar on his neck just below his square jaw, but underneath the dark gaze of his blue-green eyes his soft smile revealed a remnant of the happy young boy she had seen in those old photos. He was definitely handsome and could probably be an underwear model as a side gig if he needed extra money, but he also appeared older than his age.

Ugh, now I’m thinking about him in his underwear. Stop it, Steph.

Thankfully, he wasn’t in his underwear, but was wearing dark jeans and a plain gray t-shirt that fit way too snug on his muscled upper body. His hair was a bit shorter than the last time she had seen him out in the field, but maybe it was a summer haircut. He was young enough to be her peer, someone she could imagine as an upperclassman in one of her Gotham U classes, but also looked weathered by tragedy and anger.

“Wait, there’s a Wikipedia article about you?”

[igotanidea]

Sway: Jason todd x reader

Summary: panick attacks and anxiety are shit. One of the methods to get it out of one;s system is moving your body. And some people may be suprisingly helpful with that.

Warning: nothing, it's (self-indulgent) fluff, a bit short and chaotic, but it's all I have today

***

How was this possible that nothing was going on and yet she was feeling the earth shaking beneath her feet?

Was stressing out because of taking a day off work a symptom of workaholism?

Truly, it was supposed to be a nice, pleasant Wednesday and yet, she made the grave mistake of checking out the mail and going through the list of her obligations and unfinished businesses.

Obviously, the pressure used this little crack to creep right into her brain.

“Come on, breathe…. Breathe….” She trembled, walking around her apartment and waving her hands to get some of it out. Unfortunately it did not make things any better. “In and out. Come on, Y/N, you can handle this shit. You’ve been handling it before. You are gonna be fine. Just give yourself a moment to plan it out…. “ the sound of opening doors captured her attention for  a while “Oh, who the hell….?”

“Is that how you greet me, princess?” her boyfriend, Jason Todd smirked at her, but this teasing smile disappeared when he saw the fear in her eyes and her shaking figure “Y/N? Baby? What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing….” She gulped encouraging him to come inside “sorry, I yelled at you, I’m just…. my mind is playing tricks on me today.”

“Oh, no, no, no.” he cooed grabbing her hand and making her crash with his chest “is this one of your anxiety attack? Too much on your poor head?”

“Pretty much….I just… I can’t seem to calm down….”

“Well, out of all the methods that help you how about we sing a happy song?”

“sing a happy song?” she frowned looking at him with deep confusion “you can’t sing, Jason. And last time you tried my neighbors almost got me kicked out of the apartment for disturbing the peace!”

“It wasn’t that bad!”

“It was.”

“All right, fine. I got a better idea then.” He let go of her for one second reaching for his phone.

“What are you doing?” she took a deep inhale “funny cat videos are not what I need right now.”

“It’s not…. Oh, damn this stupid device” he was now scrolling the screen “there you go.” he grinned and played a calming, soothing song. “May I have this dance?”

“You are crazy, Jason. You can’t dance either. And neither can I?”

“come on, give me a change, baby. I may surprise you.”

“All right, just try not to step on my ….”

Before she could finish he spun her around, and connected their bodies. His hands on her waist, her on his neck, swaying left and right. In an empty apartment. In the middle of the middle day of the week. And surprisingly he was quite good at it.

“come closer, baby” he spoke softly and enchanted by his voice she snuggled into him, face burying in his shirt, smelling the familiar and soothing sense of his cologne. “is this making you feel better?” Jason whispered, stroking her back.

“Mhm…. I feel like a child in a cradle.”

“Safe?’

‘Loved.” she smiled “Like I can just be, you know. Like my value is not based on what I do and how many people at work I have to please.”

“That’s deep” he laughed “and here I am just trying to show off my crazy dance moves.”

“Swaying from side to side?” she mocked

“you said it yourself, it made you feel better, so hey, you are welcome.”

“Idiot” she rolled her eyes playfully “why exactly did you learn how to dance?”

“ok, but don’t laugh at me. Cass needed a dance partner and no one else was around and …. Hey! I said don’t laugh at me.”

“Sorry, honey, it just never ceases to amaze me how helpful you get with all the girls in your family.”

“Not every of them. I only found this a good reason to gain skills to impress the girl I am in love with.”

“Lucky one.”

“I’m luckier.” He muttered kissing her forehead and resuming swaying.

"I gotta go back to...."

"Bullshit. The only job you have for now is to relax with me."

"Well, who am I to argue...." she retorted, feeling all the tension leaving her system just beacuse he was there to help her through the mental breakdown.

@gone-batty-fics

[moodymelanist]

Want to write the reverse of your wlw nessian drabble where cas doesn’t realize she’s gay yet but nesta thinks cas stares at her boobs a little too much to be straight

hell yeah I do. hope y’all enjoy this one and happy @nestaarcheronweek day 4 🩷 got the title from tangerine by kehlani hehe

Read on AO3 here!

“Are you going to keep staring down my shirt, or can we get this presentation done?”

Cass startled so badly at Nesta’s words that she nearly knocked over her water, only barely managing to catch the reusable bottle at the last second. “What?”

Cass and Nesta had been paired up as partners for their advanced writing requirement course, and they’d been making steady progress on their presentation in one of the library’s group study rooms. Cass was an education major to Nesta’s political science, and Cass had never been so excited for a group project in her life.

At least, until Nesta had shown up to the library wearing that shirt. It was just a simple, blue, wrap-tie shirt, but between the way it made Nesta’s eyes look even bluer than usual and the way it perfectly cupped her breasts, Cass was having a difficult time staying focused on the task at hand.

“Sorry,” Cass said, hoping her face wasn’t as red as it felt from being called out. She’d thought she was being more discreet, but Nesta had clearly proved that theory wrong. “I was just, uh, zoned out.”

“Were you zoned out the other three times, too?” Nesta fired back without missing a beat.

“I…” Cass trailed off, trying to think of something to say that wouldn’t sound insane. “I just think your shirt is really… cute.”

Nesta Archeron was easily one of the most gorgeous women that Cass had ever seen. With her gray-blue eyes, bronze hair, and amazing fashion sense, Cass spent most of her time wanting to be just like Nesta. Granted, Cass was way too much of a tomboy to pull off even a quarter of Nesta’s wardrobe, but a woman could dream, right? And who better to dream about that Nesta Archeron, especially when she had on a shirt like that?

“Right,” Nesta replied with the most deadpan voice Cass had ever heard. She sighed heavily before shutting her laptop altogether, fixing Cass with a slightly incredulous look. “Are you ever going to get your shit together and ask me out?”

“What?” Cass blurted out, all the blood in her body rushing to her cheeks. God, she hoped her face wasn’t as red as it felt. “I don’t—”

Nesta rolled her eyes. “Cass, I can do this assignment in my sleep. I just wanted to make sure my gaydar was working.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Cass answered. Okay, maybe sometimes she found herself staring way longer than she should’ve when it came to pretty women, but that was just… what everyone did. That didn’t mean she was anything more than a strong ally, no matter how many times she cringed when a man came near her.

“Don’t you?” Nesta asked, cocking an eyebrow. She leaned forward, a victorious little smirk gracing her lips as Cass’ eyes immediately tracked the motion. “Well that’s a yes.”

“It’s not my fault you have a great rack,” Cass blurted out, her brain to mouth filter evaporating altogether.

Nesta snorted. “I’m not making you look at it.”

“If I wasn’t looking, I’d have to be dead,” Cass muttered.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty,” Nesta retorted with a roll of her eyes.

Before Cass could think of a proper reply — Nesta thought she was pretty? — Nesta reached out and grabbed a hold of Cass’ chair, pulling her own so close that there was no room to escape. Not that Cass was feeling particularly inclined to do that, anyway. It was dizzying having Nesta so close; she was pinned under that icy gaze and couldn’t back away even if she wanted to.

Cass didn’t want to.

“I’m going to finish this assignment when I get home,” Nesta said, her voice low and offering no argument. “Give you some time to think about… things.”

“Think about what?” Cass said back. She was hardly breathing as Nesta leaned in even closer, placing her hand on the chair in between Cass’ thighs for balance.

Nesta was close enough now that it would’ve been easy for Cass to lean in and kiss her, and find out if her lips were as soft as they looked. Cass’ lips parted in anticipation, every thought in her mind besides Nesta emptying out like they’d never been there at all, and she was torn between leaning forward to kiss her or letting Nesta continue to order Cass around like she owned her.

What the hell was wrong with her?

“That’s what I thought,” Nesta breathed after a few moments, her lips still dangerously close to Cass’ own. When Nesta laughed quietly at Cass’ reflexive frown, Cass could almost feel the vibrations on her lips, and God wasn’t that a thought. “You’re taking me to dinner tonight.”

“I— okay,” Cass agreed. God, she hoped she didn’t sound as dumbstruck as she felt; Nesta didn’t suffer fools, and Cass wasn’t trying to be one. “Whatever you want.”

Nesta finally leaned forward to press a kiss to Cass’ cheek, pulling back with a smirk. “I think we’ll get along just fine. See you later.”

Cass watched Nesta grab her things and saunter out of the room, the only thought in her head I love when women…

Well. At least one woman, that was for damn sure.

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[isa-beenme]

Faking dating with Cassian? Happy ending too please :(

OMG

Been thinking about this for a long time now

Maybe but just MAYBE I got carried away in this one, 4.6k words are not even THAT much... right?

Anyway, loved this 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 cass is so cute

I love my bat boys, hope you guys love them too

I'm doing my barbie nails so if something is wrong in this piece is probably because I'm trying mot to fuck my whole nail work while i type

Burn For You

Cassian strolled through the opulent ballroom of the Court of Nightmares, where the air was thick with intrigue and danger with yet another party Rhysand was throwing for his subjects. He took a sip of his drink, keeping an eye out for any potential threats to the peace of the Night Court. As he glanced around, his attention was drawn to a commotion nearby.

In a dimly lit corner, he noticed a young female struggling to distance herself from the clutches of an aggressive suitor. Her hair cascaded around her shoulders, and her determined expression caught Cassian's attention. Without a second thought, he decided to intervene. He marched over with purpose, acting on instinct to protect someone in need.

-Is everything alright here? - He asked, sliding smoothly into the role of the female's savior. Well, your savior. You looked surprised by his sudden appearance, having heard of whispers and tales about the scary General of the Night Court, and right now, in the low light with the most threatening expression you ever saw someone using, you believed every word you heard. Your eyes quickly darted between Cassian and the persistent suitor.

-Yes, thank you - You replied, voice strained as you tried to maintain your composure.

-Great - Cassian replied with a charming smile, looping an arm around your waist and drawing you closer to him, exchanging looks with the other male - My apologies for being away for so long, love - He said, trying to sell the act convincingly. Your eyes widened in disbelief, and you tried to pull away from him.

-Wait, what are you doing? - You whispered, voice filled with alarm.

-It's called "pretending," my lady, - Cassian whispered back, equally alarmed by the situation but determined to see it through.

-I'm sorry, I thought you were alone - The male replied quickly, fear shaking in his voice - If you excuse me - Once he left you finally pulled away from the General, looking around you noticed the dozens of eyes observing your interaction.

-Why would you do that? - The question flew out of your mouth the second you saw everyone changing their gazes to somewhere else.

-Not even a "thank you"? - He jokes, but your face tells him it's not time for it - I saw you were in distress, and it's a trick that works well in Velaris, those inconvenients fear this bunch of muscles when they see me - He funnily flexes his muscles but your face doesn't show anything but distress.

-What works well in your Velaris or whatever doesn't work the same way here - You hissed, cheeks flushed with embarrassment - This is the Court of Nightmares, and claiming to be someone's partner is a serious matter. He didn't fear you, he feared your possession over me - Cassian's expression faltered for a moment as the gravity of his mistake hit him. He had been too caught up in the idea of helping someone in need, and he hadn't considered the ramifications of his actions in the dangerous Court you were in.

-I'm sorry - He began sincerely - I didn't know. I saw you in trouble, and I thought I could help - Realizing his error, he quickly guided you away from the party and into a quieter alcove.

-You need to understand that here if a male claims to be a female's partner, it's equivalent to a proposal. And once that happens, it can't be undone easily - Your anger was evident in your voice tone, but you took a deep breath, trying to steady your emotions.

-I had no idea. I didn't mean to put you in such a difficult situation - Cassian's eyes widened in surprise and concern.

-It's not your fault - You replied, your voice softening slightly - But you must be cautious in the Court of Nightmares. My father has been trying to marry me off to secure alliances, and if he hears about this, things could get even more complicated.

-I'll do whatever I can to help you get out of this situation - Cassian assured you, feeling a weight of responsibility on his shoulders - I was just trying to help.

-Thank you. But for now, we should keep our distance and pretend this never happened, maybe hoping that whoever saw or heard us won't tell my father. It's for both our sakes - You studied him for a moment, and despite your initial anger, a glimmer of gratitude shone in your eyes. Maybe he wasn't as bad as people talked.

-Whatever you think is best, I'll let you take the lead. Just know that if you ever need help, I'll be here.

With an uneasy truce settled between you, you both returned to the party at different times, every pair of eyes burdened in your back with the possible knowledge of the tangled web you now found yourself in. Cassian couldn't shake the feeling that the encounter in the Court of Nightmares would have far-reaching consequences, and he silently vowed to protect you from any harm that might come.

Little did both of you know that your paths were now irrevocably intertwined. It didn't take a full week until Cassian found himself on the receiving end of a rather urgent call from Rhysand. With a sense of trepidation, he answered the summons and flew to the High Lord's study in the Town House. Rhysand was seated behind his ornate desk, a mix of concern and exasperation in his piercing violet eyes.

-Cassian - He began, his voice measured - Care to explain why there's a very excited, rich male in my living room, asking for my permission to talk to his daughter's fiancé - Cassian sighed, running a hand through his hair.

-It's a long story, Rhys, but you know how I tried to help that girl at the last party? Turns out, claiming to be her boyfriend in the Court of Nightmares is a serious matter - Rhysand raised an eyebrow, not believing what his ears were listening

-I thought it might be something like that. Go on - Cassian recounted the events from that night and the subsequent secret conversation with you, explaining how you unintentionally became entangled in a fake dating due to his misguided attempt to help you.

-And, apparently, I was drunk enough to forget every single lesson you made me and Azriel take about the Court of Nightmares and the things we weren't supposed to do - Rhysand listened attentively, nodding thoughtfully as the pieces fell into place - And I did.

-I understand, Cassian, and I appreciate that you were trying to do the right thing. However, this situation is delicate. Her father holds considerable influence, and his support is crucial for the stability of the Night Court. We can't risk alienating him - Cassian clenched his jaw, realizing the gravity of the situation.

-I know, Rhys, but I don't want to hurt the poor girl either. She's caught in the middle of all this, and I can't just walk away from her, leave her to deal with the consequences of my mistake - He talked exasperated, head filled with thoughts - If I break up this non-existent relationship she will be forever ruined in the Hewn City. They will destroy her reputation - Rhysand sighed, his eyes softening with understanding.

-I don't want you to walk away either, Cassian. But for the time being, I think we need to maintain the appearance of this fake relationship. At least until we figure out a more delicate way to extricate ourselves from this mess - Cassian frowned, feeling the weight of his loyalty to the Night Court

-So, you want me to continue pretending to be in a relationship with her? Won't that be leading her on? - Rhysand leaned back in his chair, his expression serious.

-It's a risk we have to take, talk with her and sort things out for now. But we'll find a solution. We always do. Just be mindful of your actions and words. We can't afford any missteps again - Cassian nodded, accepting the responsibility.

-I understand, Rhys. I'll do my best to handle this. But we need to find a way to free her from this situation eventually - Rhysand placed a reassuring hand on Cassian's shoulder.

-We will, Cassian. For now, keep up with the appearances, and I'll see what I can do to get through this political minefield - With a newfound sense of purpose, Cassian left Rhysand's study, determined to protect you and find a way out of this mess.

Weeks passed, and the tension between Cassian and your family only grew. Your father remained in absolute bliss, while Rhysand worked tirelessly to find a way to mend the situation without compromising the Night Court's alliances. One evening, Cassian found himself pacing restlessly in his quarters, his mind racing with worry and uncertainty. He knew he had unintentionally entangled you in a mess you never asked for, and he couldn't bear to see you suffer the consequences.

Finally, unable to contain his emotions any longer, Cassian made his way to your house. He knocked softly, and when the door opened, he found you looking surprised by his visit, weeks going by without any news that didn't come from your father.

-Cassian? Is everything alright? - you asked, concern evident in your eyes. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to propose.

-No, everything's not alright. This situation is tearing my mind apart, and I don't know what to do about it - You gestured for him to come in, and you sat down facing each other.

-I know. But we can't just run away from it. Everyone knows or thinks you are going to propose anytime soon. They are already whimpering about you breaking off the relationship or whatever - Cassian nodded, his heart heavy with guilt and anger for those who commented these types of things about you.

-I know, and I will take responsibility for my mistakes. But I can't let you suffer for them anymore. There's a way we can protect your reputation and undo this mess - You looked at him with curiosity.

-How? - He hesitated for a moment before blurting out.

-Marry me. In name only, like a fake relationship until Rhysand figures out how to untangle us from this situation. We can tell our families that we're together, but in reality, we won't have to be. It's the best way to protect you from any harm or comment that might come your way - Your eyes widened, feeling taken aback by his desperate suggestion.

-Cassian, I don't know if that's the right thing to do. Marrying for appearances, it's not fair to you, or me.

-I know it's not fair - He admitted, his voice raw with emotion - But it's the only way I can think of to keep you safe, to give Rhysand the time he needs to do the political things he has to do or whatever. That's why I'm the general, not the counselor - You chuckle at him, feeling better by seeing him so engaged in the idea of helping you.

-What if this becomes even more complicated? What if we break up and everyone starts saying that I am ruined? - Cassian's gaze softened, and he took your hand in his.

-If that happens, we'll deal with it together. Rhys can punish them, or Azriel, or even me. I'll fight for your reputation, dearest lady, don't you worry - You laugh even harder, easing your emotions - But for now, it's the only plan I can come up with to protect you and your family.

-Okay, Cassian, the General. I'll do it. I'll pretend to be in a relationship with you for the sake of my own life. But promise me one thing - You said, lifting one finger in front of him.

-Anything - He replied, his heart racing.

-Promise me that you'll be honest with me, that you won't let this fake relationship consume us. Even if it's fake I want to be your friend - His smile could make him even prettier, his whole lighting up as he took your hand and kissed it.

-I promise, future wife. We'll do this together, and I won't let anything bad happen to us - You felt a tingling sensation burning down in your back, between your shoulders. As you were preparing to ask what happened, you heard a scream that certainly made its way toward the whole mountain.

-He proposed! Mother he proposed! - Your sister started to scream around the house, having heard only the last part of the conversation - Sister is going to marry the big General!

It didn't take long for the news to reach the Moonlight Palace and consequently the High Lord's Inner Circle. The ones who happened to be your fake husband's family. And the ones who were sitting with you at the dinner table.

In a grand, candle-lit dining hall within the Night Court, Cassian and you found yourselves surrounded by the Inner Circle and your own family. The atmosphere was charged with a mix of curiosity, excitement, and apprehension, as everyone gathered to discuss the unexpected turn of events.

On one side were your parents, your father being an imposing male with a commanding presence, and your mother, elegant and astute, sat close to the High Lord at a long table, flanked by your siblings and yourself. The Inner Circle occupied the seats on the other side, with Rhysand at the head of the table, as the High Lord.

Cassian's heart raced, knowing that this dinner was definitely his fault. Just as the whole situation. Beside him, you clasped his hand, offering silent support. Rhysand, with his customary charm, raised his glass.

-To new alliances and unforeseen connections - He proposed, his eyes twinkling with meaning. Cassian told you that Rhysand knew about the truth, him being the one that gave the idea of it. The clinking of glasses echoed through the hall as they all toasted to the unexpected turn of events.

-Cassian, I must admit I was surprised by your interest in my daughter. Your reputation as a fierce warrior precedes you in this Court - Your father spoke, his voice resonating with authority. Cassian nodded, trying to keep his composure under the scrutinizing gaze.

-Yes, my lord. I value honor, loyalty, and protecting those I care for. I see those same qualities in your daughter - He squeezed your hand harder, trying to keep his emotions at bay.

-Our daughter has spoken highly of you as well, Cassian. She admires your bravery and kindness - Your mother chimed in with a smile, you may or may have not spent a whole day talking about him to your mom. To keep everything trustful, you thought to yourself.

-So, you're going to be my brother now, huh? - Your younger sister teased, causing laughter to ripple through the room.

-This is a significant proposal, and I will need to consider it carefully. My daughter's happiness and our family's alliance are paramount - Amidst the light-hearted banter, the mood turned serious as your father leaned forward, noticing your intertwined hands.

Cassian understood the weight of his words. He had to tread carefully, knowing that one wrong move could endanger everything you had.

-Father, I ask for your trust in this matter. Cassian and I care for each other deeply. Our bond may have started as a secret, but it has grown into something bigger than ourselves - You spoke up, trying to keep your voice steady as the lies flew from your mouth.

-You know how important this alliance is for our family - He replies carefully, looking at each member of the Inner Circle, his future family - But I can see that your feelings for Cassian are genuine.

-Perhaps we can explore this further, and take some time to get to know Cassian and his intentions. After all, we don't want to rush into any decisions - Your mother interjected, offering a reassuring smile to you and your "husband". Cassian appreciated the gesture of openness. He knew that this meeting could have taken a different, more hostile turn since the insults of him being a lowborn Illyrian bastard could easily bring shame towards your family.

-That sounds like a reasonable approach. We don't want to rush anyone into something they're not ready for. Let's give us time to plan the whole wedding, no need for speed - Rhysand spoke again, regaining control of the situation. Cassian nodded, grateful for Rhysand's support.

-Of course. I want nothing more than to ensure your daughter's happiness and earn the trust of her family.

Throughout the evening, the conversation flowed, a delicate balance of diplomacy and heartfelt emotions. Cassian and you shared a good amount of lies about your time together, shedding light on the "genuine" connection you held.

With nothing much more than that, the dinner concluded, and the families bid their farewells. You and Cassian stepped outside, finding a moment of quiet away from the gathering.

-I think it went well - You whispered, fearing anyone would hear.

-It did. Your family seems open to the possibility. Let's give them time to get to know me better - Cassian squeezed your hand gently, both of you looking like the newly engaged love birds everyone thought you were.

-I believe they will come around. Let's be patient and trust in our acting skills, it might work in the end.

As the days turned into weeks, you and Cassian found yourselves spending an extraordinary amount of time together, planning and deciding the details of the fake marriage. What started as a game to choose your favorite things had become a heated and long discussion that neither of you had anticipated.

In the beginning, your conversations were guarded, and the interactions tinged with formality. But as the weeks went by, you discovered that you genuinely enjoyed each other's company. Laughter and lighthearted banter started to fill the air whenever you both were together.

One evening, you found yourselves in a luxurious library within the Moonlight Palace, going through various wedding arrangements and traditions.

-Do we really need a dozen flower girls? - You quickly quipped, a mischievous glint passing through your eyes.

-I don't think we need that many, but it would be a sight to see - Cassian chuckled, the sound warm and contagious. As he passed through the pages of a book on wedding cakes, you started to laugh once he stopped in one image.

-Why do they all have to be towering masterpieces? Can't we have a cake that doesn't threaten to fall over? - He tried to imagine the cake in real life, only to fall in laughter too.

-I agree. Maybe a cake we can actually eat without fearing for our lives is better - Cassian grinned, feeling a newfound ease in your presence.

Your laughter echoed through the library, and in that moment, the line between pretending and reality blurred for a while, you found joy in each other's quirks and preferences, discovering that your tastes often aligned.

Weeks quickly turned into months, and your interactions grew more comfortable. You often confided in each other about your hopes and dreams, fears and uncertainties. You shared secrets with him under dresses and tailors deciding things around you in all playful moments during the day.

Yet, you couldn't dare to speak of the emotions that were blossoming within your heart. The unspoken love that grew stronger with each passing day remained a tender secret you guarded. One night, as you sat with him on a balcony overlooking the starry night, you finally broke the tension that formed with the silence that not so often hung between you.

-Cassian - You called off for him, your voice soft but hesitant - This fake marriage has become so much more than we anticipated, hasn't it? - He turned to you, his eyes reflecting the constellations above.

-Yes, it has - He replied, his voice tinged with emotion - I never expected to feel so comfortable around you, Starlight. It feels almost weird every time I get home and remember that we were supposed to be pretending - He looked deep into your eyes, trying to pass all the emotion he held - I'm not pretending - You looked down in shyness, fingers tracing patterns on your red dress. His red.

-I'm not either - You admitted before looking back at him - I find myself looking forward to our time together, to the laughter we share, and the moments we spent just talking - Cassian reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers.

-Me too, I've never met someone like you, someone who challenges me so much in my decisions and makes me want to learn things all the time. You make me feel alive - He whispered the last sentence, fearing it was a dream.

-I don't know where this will lead us, but I want to find out - You smiled at him, leaning your head to his shoulder, slowly letting yourself feel the calming aura that usually hit you as you breathed in his scent. The last thing you felt was his wing wrapping around you as you drifted to sleep.

It didn't take much longer until Rhysand called Cassian to his private study, the room dimly lit by the soft glow of starlight streaming through the open window.

-I think I finally have a plan to break up the marriage - Rhysand said, his eyes gleaming with determination.

-What is it? - Cassian nodded, eager to hear the solution his friend had come up with.

-We'll stage a political scandal that will give her family a way out of the marriage without losing face. We put the blame on us, make sure everyone knows we are the problem, and done, problem solved - Rhysand explained - It's a delicate move and it needs a lot of planning, but I believe it will work - Cassian listened attentively, but a nagging uncertainty weighed on his heart.

-It's a good plan, Rhys, but...

-But what? - Rhysand asked, sensing Cassian's hesitation.

-I've spent so much time with her during this fake relationship, and I can't shake the feeling that it's become more than just a pretense - Cassian took a deep breath, struggling to put his thoughts into words - I care about her deeply, and I don't want to leave her.

-Cassian, do you know what this means? - Rhysand regarded him with understanding, a knowing glint in his eyes.

-What? - Cassian furrowed his brow.

-It means you're in love with her - Rhysand took a step closer, his voice gentle yet firm.

-I don't know. It's complicated. We started this as a lie, and I don't want to confuse her or myself - Cassian's heart skipped a beat, and he looked away, unable to meet Rhysand's gaze.

-Love is never straightforward, brother. Sometimes, it comes unexpectedly, in the most unlikely circumstances. But it's real, and you can't deny what you feel - Rhys placed a hand on Cassian's shoulder, his voice steady, very much the High Lord he was.

-I'm scared, Rhys. Scared of losing her, scared of making another mistake - Cassian swallowed hard, the truth in his brother's words resonating within him.

-Fear is a part of love, but it shouldn't hold you back. You need to talk to her, be honest about how you feel. It's the only way to find out if she feels the same - Rhysand smiled reassuringly - Maybe it'll make all the money I already spent in planning this whole thing worth it.

-You're right. I need to talk to her - Cassian nodded, a mix of hope and trepidation swirling in his chest, not even noticing the joke. Rhysand only clapped him on the back, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

-Good. Now, go find her and tell her everything. And when you do, make sure to propose properly. None of this stupid weird fake proposal nonsense - He said with a smirk.

-Thank you, Rhys. I don't know what I'd do without you - Cassian chuckled, feeling a sense of clarity settling over him.

-That's what family is for. Now, go. Time is flying.

With renewed determination, Cassian left the study, his heart alight with the prospect of finally being honest about his feelings. He flew all the way to the Hewn City, its guards already used to him getting in and out of the mountain without the High Lord. He sought you out, ready to lay his heart bare and find out if his love was meant to be.

Under the twinkling fae lights that illuminated the Moonlight Palace - your official residence now, as a future member of the Inner Circle. Cassian found you standing on one of the palace balconies, your gaze fixed on the projected stars above. He took a deep breath, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement swirling within him.

-Starlight? - His voice startled you, the nickname making you blush slightly - We need to talk.

-Of course, Cass. What is it? - You turned to face him, your eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and concern. He stepped closer to you, taking your hands in his, he looked into your eyes, searching for the right words

- I've spent these past months with you, pretending that our relationship was a farce. But the truth is, it stopped feeling like a pretense a long time ago - Your breath slipped a little, and your heart raced as you waited for him to continue - Rhysand found a way to break the marriage but I don't think we should. I don't want to. I care about you deeply, my star. I didn't plan on falling in love with you, but I did, and I can't deny it any longer.

-Cassian, I... I feel the same way - You whispered and saw when relief washed over him, and he cupped your cheek gently.

-You do? - Hope was evident in his voice, happiness washing over him completely.

-Yes - You replied, your voice barely above a whisper - I didn't know how to tell you, how to deal with these feelings. I never expected this, but I've fallen in love with you too.

-Then let's stop pretending - He said, his heart soaring with joy as he approached you - Let's make this real.

-Let's make this real - You looked up at him, eyes shining with love and happiness as you let yourself laugh when he got down on one knee. He pulled out a small velvet box from his pocket and opened it, revealing a delicate ring with a glistening red gemstone. A piece of his siphon, you realized.

-My love, my starlight, will you do me the honor of being my wife? Truthfully, this time He asked, his voice filled with love and sincerity. Tears of happiness welled up in your eyes as you nodded, heart overflowing with love.

-Yes, Cassian. I will - With a tender smile, he slipped the ring onto your finger, sealing your love with a promise that went beyond any pretense or arrangement - Truthfully this time - You whispered when he got up, getting closer to your face with a smile that could illuminate the whole mountain.

And then, with the glistening stars as your witness, Cassian leaned in and finally kissed you. His lips travel into yours with a promise of love and happiness in your life together.

As he broke apart, he stayed a bit distant from you, seeming to be analyzing your whole face before kissing you one more time.

-I love you, Starlight - Cassian whispered against your lips, eyes looking all over your face - I can't believe I'm that lucky.

-And I love you, Bat Boy - You replied, the nickname making him laugh before he threw you around his shoulder and took you inside the room you both would soon share.

Maybe things in the Court of Nightmares did work the same way as in Velaris. Love is anywhere people could find it.

[reigningqueenofwords]

Tales

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader Word count: 1,881 Warnings: Character death, angst Request: @lovetusk gabe dies before reader can tell him she’s pregnant. uncles sam, dean, and cass visit often to tell the child stories of dad (gabe) and teach lore of creatures.

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“No.” You shook your head. “You’re wrong.” Despite what you were saying, you felt that lump in your throat, the tears fighting their way out to betray your words. “He can’t be dead! He just can’t!” Looking into Sam’s face, the damn broke. You couldn’t hold back the pain. Sam had broke the news to you a few minutes ago that Gabriel had been killed.

He took you in his arms, your fists grabbing his shirt, that was now soaked with your tears. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He whispered, his hand cradling the back of your head gently. His eyes went up to Dean, who simply watched. His heart breaking for you. You’d been with Gabe since before they ever met him. You and him were perfect for each other.

You shook your head again. “No. H-he can’t!” Your voice was muffled in Sam’s chest. “How do we know it’s not one of his tricks? That he won’t show up in a few days?” You looked up to your friend with puffy red eyes.

Dean decided to come over, seeing the look on Sam’s face. “I’m sorry, he’s gone.” He said gently. Your eyes moved to gaze at him. His normally bright green eyes were dim with sorrow. “Lucifer stabbed him with an angel blade.” He swallowed. It was hard for him to say those words to you. Gabe had left you behind to help them, not wanting you in the room with all those Gods. And it cost him his life. The Winchesters had become like your brothers since you’d met them. They thought of you as their baby sister.

Your chest felt like it was caving in on itself, like it was being crushed. Sitting down, your put your head in your hands. Sam sat next to you, pulling you into his side. “He can’t be gone. He has to be here for the baby.” Your voice was quiet, so they weren’t even sure that they heard you right.

“Did you say baby?” Dean asked, wanting to clarify.

Looking up, you nodded. “Yeah. I found out this morning that I’m pregnant. I never got the chance to tell him.” That brought another round of sobbing on. Sam and Dean locked eyes, their hearts breaking even more.

You shot up in bed, breathing heavy. Despite that night being nine years ago, it still felt like it was just yesterday. Every day you were reminded when you looked in your son’s eyes. His father’s honey-colored eyes. While you were pregnant, you’d stayed at the bunker. It was the safest place for you. After your son, Gabriel, was born, the guys helped you find an apartment not too far from them. This way they could check in with you, and you were able to get to safety if needed. No one knew who would come after you when news spread of him being born.

Wiping your cheeks, you slid out of bed. You’d moved into a house a year ago, one with four bedrooms. This way, the guys had one when they came to visit. Which was whenever they could. Cas was the most frequent visitor, as he didn’t  have to be near by. They would tell Gabriel, who they called by his middle name, Elliot, all about his father. They were his favorite bedtime stories, especially when Cas would tell him about his father in heaven. All those fantastic stories would light up those beautiful eyes, which was so bittersweet. Every night you prayed for him to return to you. It was all you ever prayed for. Dean had told you about God. About how he’s basically a ‘dead beat dad’, but you couldn’t stop. You’d pray until the day you died for the love of your life to come back.

As you sat at the island in the kitchen with your coffee, you glanced at the clock. It was five in the morning, so there was no use going back to bed. Gabriel had school that morning, so you would have to wake him up in an hour or so. Hearing footsteps down the stairs, you hurriedly wiped your eyes. “Can’t sleep?” You heard the gruff voice of Dean join you.

“No.” You whispered. “There’s fresh coffee made. Your have your creamer in the fridge.” Whenever they came, you made sure to have things they like stocked up. Hell, you had a chest freezer in the garage half full of frozen pies.

As he poured himself, he glanced at you, seeing the redness in your cheeks. “You dream about that night again?” He asked softly. You’d told him all about it one night while crying into his shirt. Ever since, he just knew. You nodded, holding on to the coffee mug with both hands and looking into it it. A tear slipped down your cheek. “I know it’s hard, looking into Elliot’s eyes every day and seeing Gabriel.” He sighed. “But, you’ve got to move on. You deserve it.” Dean wasn’t saying it to be mean, and you knew it. He wanted you happy.

You gave a half-hearted chuckle. “How the hell can anyone measure up to an archangel? And how do you tell someone that your son’s father is the Gabriel? An archangel. Meaning your son is half angel. A Nephilim. That’s not exactly a topic that most sane people have.” Glancing at him, he nodded. “And I can’t be with a hunter, Dean.” That was out of the question. He joined you at the table, both of you sitting in silence. It was oddly comforting. Just to know that you understood each other. “I’m gonna go take a shower. If he gets up, can you just make him a bowl of cereal?” You asked, putting your empty cup off to the side to have more later.

“Sure thing.” He gave you a small smile.

The rest of the morning seemed to drag on and on. You showered, got Gabriel ready for school, and Dean brought him to school for you. Once he got back, he hung out in the garage, tuning up your car. His Impala sat in the drive way. Sam was on his way back from a ghost hunt that had come up a day after they showed up. They played rock, paper, scissors to see who went. You had rolled your eyes and said that it was like having three kids in the house.

You were wiping down the furniture in the living room when the doorbell rang. The only people that ever stopped by unannounced were the boys, and Sam was still six hours away. Setting down the rag and furniture polish, you blew the strand of hair from your face. You wiped your hands on your pants and moved to the door.

Opening it, you froze. “Hey, sugar. Miss me?” He smirked. You didn’t move, were barely breathing. “Y/N?” He asked.

“Hey, Y/N? When’s the last time you had your oil changed?” Dean asked from the kitchen. When you didn’t answer, he came to where you were, all covered in grease and oil. “Gabriel?” He stared, wide eyed. “You really did fake it, didn’t you?” He asked, angry. “It’s been nine years.” Dean snapped, stepping forward. All he could think about were the sleepless nights, the tears, and watching your heart break every day.

Turning, you put your hands on his chest and looked up at him. “Dean.” You warned. “I will deal with this.” He knew that tone. Glancing back to Gabriel, Dean saw how pissed he looked.

He nodded. “Fine. I’m gonna go back to the garage. Call me if you need me.” Dean kissed the top of your head before walking out.

You swallowed, turning to Gabriel. “You’re with Dean?” He asked, his voice dangerously low.

“Get in here, you ass.” You ordered him, not wanting your neighbors to see this. Once he was in and the door was closed, you punched him as hard as you could. “NINE YEARS!” You yelled. “You’ve been gone nine years, Gabriel.” He stared at you, surprised at how much power you had in your smaller frame. “You have no right to walk back in my life after nine years and question who I allow in my home!” You shoved him. Not hard enough to make him move, but you had so much anger at the moment. “And no, Gabriel. I’m not with Dean!” How the hell did you even begin to tell him how angry you were?

He was angry, too. “You think I stayed away on purpose? I DIED, Y/N.” He yelled back, that fire in his eyes. The one that you’d longed to see. “I don’t know how or why I’m back. I’ve been back two years. You know how hard it is to find someone with when you come back as a human?” That shocked you. He came back…human? “I followed every lead I could.” His was losing that anger, and it was turning to sorrow. “You disappeared without a word from the hunting world. There were only whispers of you. All anyone could tell me was to find Sam and Dean. Every time I caught wind of a hunt they were on, they were in the wind again.”

“So, how did you find me? And why didn’t you ask Cas?” You asked, your eyes watering.

He sighed. “I couldn’t find him, either. I don’t know why.” Gabriel told you, rubbing your cheek.

Your eyes locked with his again. “And…you’re human?” You whispered. He nodded. “I prayed, Gabriel. Every night. For you to come back.”

“And I’m back, and I get to spend the rest of my very human, very normal, very mortal life…with you.” He smiled, kissing you gently. You returned it, tears falling.

You pulled away and hugged him for a minute. “We have a lot to catch up on.” You told him.

Gabriel’s eyes shifted to the wall to your right. There were pictures of you, Gabriel, the boys, and Cas. From pictures of Christmas, his birthdays, his first trip to the fair, and candid shots. Your eyes followed his. Would he ask if he was Dean’s, too? You chewed your lip.

“His name…is Gabriel.” You said quietly. “Gabriel Elliot. He’s at school right now.” He looked at you questioningly. “I found out I was pregnant the day that you died.”

He moved to look at the pictures better. “I have a son?” His voice was sad. “Does he know who I am?”

You smiled. “He does. Cas tells him stories about your time in heaven. His eyes light up. Dean and Sam, well, they tell the fun trickster stories. Of course they edit them to make them child friendly. But, he knows exactly who you are. You’re his favorite bedtime story. By the time he could talk he’d ask for ‘Daddy bedtime stories’.” You hugged him from behind. “He’s going to be happy to see you, Gabriel.” You said, resting your forehead on his back as his fingers laced with yours.

“I think my father brought me back for you.” He whispered. “That’s the only thing I can think of.” Why God has answered your prayers, you didn’t know. Nor did you care. Gabriel was back.

[cretaceousquake]

One shot -

Responsibility - montherly!Alcina Dimitrescu x Reader

A/n idk if these are any good but I am having fun with them so who cares (I take requests)

Summary - sometimes you really need to think about yourself in the situation, you mother and sisters have to remind you of that

Being the oldest child had its perks. You were given the most say in important decisions, and the first pick on new weapons. But it also had its down sides, one being that you were responsible for your three younger sisters. Your mother expected you to take care of them, and be the most mature in every situation. You loved them of course, but you got frustrated with them sometimes, this was one of those times. Daniela had brought a maiden down to the basement to drain her and you were supposed to be watching her, it was her first time draining and not just killing and you were expected to teach her. However, you had made a deal to play with cassandra that day and completely forgot. Of course Daniela didn’t come to get you, being determined that she was old enough to do this on her own. 

That is what led you to where you were now, freezing your ass off and attempting to close the window while Bela chased the maiden who escaped down. Your mother had heard the commotion from her study and you could hear the clicking of heels get closer by the second. “ Y/n, what is the meaning of this!?” you hear your mother's voice shout from behind you as you finally seal the window with boards. 

“Mother, I am so sorry! I was playing with Cass and lost track of time, then Daniela attempted to drain the maiden by herself.” You explained. Your mother gave you a frustrated sigh and an aggravated look

“ You need to be more responsible Y/n, you could have gotten one of you killed. I expected better of you.” Your mother lectured, you looked down in shame and anger. You were always responsible, but every time they made a mistake you were yelled at for it. You gave a simple ‘yes mother’ before going off to find the maiden.

The maiden was found and dealt with in no time by you and bela almost silently. You had wanted to berate Daniela, to tell her all the things she had done wrong and how it affected you, but you were too tired. Winter had been rough, with very little to hunt and eat, and you were all dependent on your mother because of the cold. This meant that you had to start draining maids, as you were currently doing, but you had always let your sisters have their fill of the food first and eating whatever they leave behind. Your mother suspects this behavior stems from your life when you were mortal, but you have no recollection of that time so it will never be truly explained. This habit also means a lot of the time, you don’t get to eat. Your body couldn’t starve like you could when you were mortal, it could only get so hungry before you turned feral and got your food one way or another. 

That was almost where you were while you were draining the maiden, the smell of blood had you fighting to stay yourself. Bela could see something about you was off, you weren’t your normal sarcastic but protective and sweet self. This energy followed you out to the dinner table, leaving your mother and sisters to look at you strangely. Your mother is the first to speak up about it. “Y/n, you seem…. Tired. Are you feeling alright?” You only find it in yourself to give a small nod and mumble confirmations under your breath. Your mother doesn't press you on it but has her suspicions on why you are acting this way. 

She watches as you let your sisters eat all of the flesh and blood she has gathered for you. You wait patiently, watching her other daughters finish the food with smiles on their faces. She sees you crack a small grin at the sight of your sisters, an infectious thing she figures out when it slowly creeps onto her face as well. She notices your smile falter as you excuse yourself and head to your chambers. Your mother makes a mental note to come talk to you after she finishes her work in her study. 

Meanwhile, you sit in your room curled up at the foot of your bed. You have been fighting your own body for control since the minute you entered your chambers. You knew that not eating today would send you over the edge but you didn’t really care. No matter how hungry or frustrated you got with them, you would always protect your little sisters. 

You remember the first time you saw them on the tables next to you. You had only been awake a couple of days but you had learned so much from your mother. She told you of your new existence and showed you how to hunt. You felt a large, warm hand on your back and turned to see your mother smiling over your shoulder. “ These are your sisters. They will need our help to grasp their new existence. I need you to show them how to be a Dimitrescu.” You had nodded to her, promising to be the best big sister you could be right as bela opened her eyes. 

You smile when you remember this, you had had this burning determination to protect them from the moment they opened their eyes, one harsh winter was not going to stop you. What you didn’t realize was that you had finally lost control and your rational mind was slowly fading. Your body acted on its own in a flash of flies, searching for the nearest maid. However, by this time the maids had all gone to sleep in the help quarters at the far end of the castle, meaning that it was Daniela who found you. 

She looked at you with a confused expression, racking her brain on how one of them could possibly have looked like you at that moment. You were paler than you normally were, with large bags under your eyes and your eyes themselves glossy. You looked like her when she finds a snack after a long day. Then it hit her, you haden't been eating. You had gotten like this once, but your mother had brought you out of it. She needed to get you to mother. “ Y/n, mother said she wanted to see you in her study.” don’t even look like you could hear her. Normally you would have immediately swarmed off to your mother but you just stood there staring like you didn’t hear her. She reached forward carefully to grab you, only to be pushed to the ground. In your haze you thought she was attempting to attack you. 

You both roll around on the ground for a while, she was only looking to restrain and pacify you with every movement, but it looked to be that you genuinely wanted her dead. She eventually escaped your grip and ran, booking it to your mothers study only to come to a stop when your other two sisters turned a corner. You look at them the way you looked at your youngest sister and they both immediately know what's going on. Bela yells at Daniela to go get your mother while Cassandra restrains your arms. You thrash wildly in her grip, making it difficult to hold you down, the brunette only barely managing it. Bela approaches, getting down to look you in the eyes as you growl and bite at her. “ Y/n, it's us, your sisters. Don’t you remember Cassie and I?”

 Bela puts a hand on your cheek and you calm slightly before you hear a door open and a large, imposing figure that you can’t quite place stalks toward you with familiarity. The tall person picks you up by your hood as you thrash and grunt once more. “ such ferocity, little one. I do wish you were just a bit more selfish so you wouldn’t get like this." The voice of the figure instantly puts you at ease, placating you long enough for you to notice the fresh body in her hands. She sets you down and slides the fresh carcass over, watching your eyes light up. You dig into the body like a starved wolf, ripping chucks with your bare hands and covering your mouth and clothes with a thick layer of blood and guts. 

You mother inches closer, and you let her, not fighting at all when she pulls you into her lap. She strokes your hair as your sister gather round. Your ferocity is slowly fading to regret as you realize what you have done. You attacked your sisters and eaten a whole body by yourself. Shame flashes across your face as you hear your mother tut “ Surely that frown is not for us child, you have done nothing to us.” You can feel tears peek in the corners of your eyes, you definitely did do wrong by them and they refuse to see it. 

“ I attacked my sister's momma, I could have hurt them.” your voice is breaking as you speak. You have failed as a protector.

“ Your only crime was not telling us just how hungry you really were. I wish you had just an ounce of self preservation in your body darling.” Your mother chuckles. You frown further at the joke, but calm when your mother pulls you closer to indicate that she really means it and you are not going to be lectured this once. You can only find the strength to curl into her, your body having been spent on your quest for food. “ Rest now child, your sisters and I will watch over you.” You find solace in that statement, drifting off comfortably in your mothers arms. 

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I'll Take Care of You

Pairing – Cassian Andor x GN!Reader

Summary – Cassian has spent most of his life caring for Maarva, so he wasn't unfamiliar with comforting those he loves. Especially you. So he sees you are sick, he immediately springs into action and supports you like he always does.

Word Count – 2015

Warnings – Mentions of vomiting and sickness.

A/N – This is a reupload since for whatever reason it was hidden from tags.

Beneath those cold and hard eyes, Cassian’s heart was warm. You saw him for who he really was, what he stood for, and the determined endless fight for those he loved. Cassian always looked so intimidating to the average man, he acted serious all of the time with a face full of stoicism. He had been through so much as a child, being rescued by Maarva but to be torn from the life he grew up in to learn another.

Goodness, and Maarva. She and Andor were inseparable. You knew her so well that you could even consider her your other mother. You found it cute how much Andor cared for her, he would always put her in front of himself, he was such a momma’s boy. When you learned that Maarva rescued him, he made it known that he owed it to her, ready to risk it all. As she got older, Andor got stronger, and as she got more reliant, he was still forever and always supporting her.

Whenever he saw you, though, his austere expression would falter, and a much open and happier Cassian would be brought to the light. You didn’t know what you did to deserve this different Cassian, you treated him like you treated everyone else you met. Except you made him feel special and loved, you acted like you really cared for him with a sincerity he never knew he needed. 

You were like a beacon to him, he had grown so attached to you that he knew when something was wrong. When somebody had been mean to you, or you had been broken up with, you couldn’t match his level of impassiveness and he always knew. He would show them a piece of his mind for messing with you, for messing with him. He was always a part of you, always sticking up for you and staying by your side. No relentless teasing from your friends about how protective he was of you would ever break the bond you both had.

It was almost like a sixth sense, he had. Today was one of those days he knew you weren’t doing so well. You hadn’t shown up to meet him in your usual spot, and he became increasingly more worried as time passed. When he decided to investigate your whereabouts, he saw you emerge from behind a building. You wore something more comfortable than you normally did, something more homely and warm, clutching it around your body. Your pace towards him was slow, and you didn’t look very lively.

He wanted to smile at your arrival, but when he heard the harsh sniffles from your blocked nose, the grin was wiped from his face. He didn’t let you force yourself to move any further to him, and he brought himself to you, reaching to you in comfort.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Cass.” You told him, your voice sounded quiet and faded as if you were losing it. You saw one of the many looks of Cassian, not glee, not serious, but worrying. The same look he’d give you when he’d catch your glossy eyes on the verge of tears. That time, you regretted looking into those concerned eyes because you realised how lucky you were to have him in your life.

“No, no. You didn’t keep me waiting at all, Princess. What’s wrong?” He asked you. You splayed your palm on his chest to push him away, and let out the most gruesome, wet, and throaty cough he had ever heard into your elbow. You had indirectly answered his question.

“I think I might’ve caught a bug or something.” You rubbed your own chest to soothe the aftermath of that mucusy belt.

“We don’t have to hang out today, you know. You should be resting.” You had hoped that your sickness was actually just one of those spontaneous phlegmy mornings and it would go away as the day progressed. You had doubted your own judgement and left your house in a shivering and sick mess.

“Please.” You rasped. “Please take me home.” He hugged your shoulders, wanting to keep you warm and not daring to have you leave his side.

“Too far. My house is closer.” He told you. You truly wanted to object to being accommodated in his home while you were ill, but you weren’t sure if you could even make it all the way to your house. As always, Cassian was right.

“But, Maarva.” You protested.

“Maarva won’t mind you, she never has. She enjoys your company, remember? You’re like another addition to the family.” He comforted you while you both walked. You were still just as slow and weak as you were when he saw you, so he made sure that he went at your pace.

“She can never have enough kids, can she?” You joked, and Cassian laughed. You weren’t sure if it was genuine, or if it was just another one of his supporting techniques. You were never quite sure, but either way, it worked. His warm smile made your stomach do flips, or was it the sickness? It was all just waves of nausea to you.

When he opened the door to his home and let you step inside, you could see the blurry figure of Maarva perched in her favourite armchair. That’s where she liked to sit most days. You were getting dizzy though, cold sweat was forming across your forehead, and you couldn’t bring yourself to speak. Bee was eagerly ready to greet both you and Cassian at the front door, and you saw the way he was scanning your vitals.

“Oh dear, what happened?” Maarva asked generally, but it was only Cassian who could speak for you.

“Just a sickness they probably picked up at work or something.” He said, supporting your weight as your ailing body trudged through the room.

“They have a 98.769% chance of a full recovery within the next 24 hours.” Bee-Two piped up, but nobody was interested in hearing about the odds.

“I think Mera from down the road caught something similar a few days ago. A terrible bug going around.” She yelled from her seat to you both, who were now walking down the hallway. Well, he was more like dragging you at this point.

You saw that he was taking you to his bedroom at the end. You loved his bedroom. You saw the fragments of his childhood plastered around the room, your favourite was the toy Bantha that sat next to his bed. You loved how he never really grew up. He never found his belongings ‘childish’ or ever wanted to swap them out for something more mature and ‘cool,’ you appreciated how his identity resonated within the four walls of the most comforting spaces in a house.

Once you were about to pass the refresher, you felt the wave of nausea rush over you once more, so you gained a surge in strength and bolted into the lavatory, immediately ejecting last night’s dinner into the toilet. Cassian grimaced at the sound, before leaving and giving you some privacy with your eruption of bile.

After you had emptied your stomach’s contents, the nausea subsided and you felt much better than before. You flushed the previous traumatic heaving down the toilet and leant back on the cool tiles. Cassian arrived back not long after leaving, now with a glass of water in his hand. He leaned down and handed it to you, you gave him a weak half-smile as thanks, and began to sip at the water and spit it back into the bowl, cleaning out your mouth. Cassian opened the cupboard under the sink and passed you a fluoride tab. You popped the dissolvable inside your mouth, the taste of sickness had now been overpowered by the succulent mintiness.

Once you were ready, Andor helped you up off the floor and steadied you to his bed, where he gently sat you down and aided you under the sheets. His mattress wasn’t as plush as yours, you knew that his body had been more acquainted with sleeping on firm surfaces as a kid, and Maarva had been so kind to get another mattress that would remind him of home.

As he tucked you under the covers, he trailed a thumb down the side of your cheek, the sickliness evident on your skin. You loved the touch, it was comforting and you wanted him to do it forever. Unfortunately, his hand had only lingered on you for a moment before pulling away.

“I’ll get you something to eat.” He told you. You didn’t have an appetite, so you objected.

“I’ll just be sick again.” He turned to your cries.

“Have you eaten anything today?” He asked. Rats, he got you. You felt too sick to eat anything, so it was better off just not to. You continued to stare into his eyes, not wanting to admit you hadn’t. “That’s what I thought.” He turned back around and walked out of the room. You looked up at the ceiling, reflecting on your relationship with the man. He was your best friend, like a brother even. He was always there for you in your dire needs, and you there for him. You really didn’t deserve him, he had too much compassion to waste on you. So, you were very much thankful to have someone who cared about your well-being this much. So much so that you were tucked up in his bed, being cradled and cared for like a baby.

He came back with a piping hot bowl of soup. A rich, bountiful, watery meal, filled to the brim with sustenance. You slowly slid yourself up to sit upright and accepted the bowl, thanking him. You slowly sipped at the bowl full of soup and felt warmer, and a lot better. You heard the whirring of droid wheels and saw the glimpse of red behind Cassian.

“This soup will increase your chances of recovering by 3.000028%,” Bee said. You wanted to smile at the little droid’s speech. Droids and their love for percentages, you suppose. Cassian smiled when he saw you smile, it felt good to him that you had looked a lot better than you did when you first entered his house.

“You’re too good for me, Cass.” You told him, lifting the bowl up to your lips.

“I care a lot about the people I love. I’ll take care of you, I’ll always take care of you.” He sat on the edge of the bed, staring into you with that loving look he always had for you. His hand reached over and held yours which was still clutched onto the sides of your bowl. Neither of you broke eye contact, he had you beguiled. “I mean it. You're the person I love the most, so I’ll care especially for you.” He had you enamoured, and you were speechless.

You decided to show your gratitude for all of the efforts he went through to make you feel better and you leaned into him. He knew you so well that it was like he had predicted this and leaned in as well. Your faces met and your noses brushed past each other for a brief second before your lips met. You were thankful for the fluoride tab and the soup, you would’ve never lived with yourself if he had to taste your own vomit. The unspoken and unexchanged feelings were now released into the atmosphere, and your sickness had mysteriously dissipated.

He was someone that meant so much to you, he would always put in the extra effort to have you feel supported. Your happiness made him happy, and he was only satisfied when your negative feelings were quickly whisked away by his presence. No other man would put himself through hell to make someone feel like they were in heaven, except for Cassian. Now he was all yours. You wanted to make sure he understood how deeply you appreciated his efforts, and he happily received the affection you provided.