#cassia: i hate eyes

[dilemmaontwolegs]

I saw your requests were closed But I really couldn't help sharing one. I hope you do like the idea :)

So what about a Charles × Wolff/Hamilton reader where she is working in Health care but has a new boss recently and he passes inappropriate comments/threats etc about her and acts out of line, which keeps on escalating (As dramatic and much as you want it to) and she doesn't tell him or anyone and starts behaving irratically and is scared, but one day it was too much or he finds out about it on accident and is angry at first at her for not sharing and then is all protective and possessive and does something about it.

One shot/ Series. Honey anything to read any version of this would be just 🤌🏻

Thank you ❤️🥹

Your Safe Place || CL16

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!Wolff!reader Warnings: 18+ only, injuries, bullying, panic attack WC: 3.3k F1 Masterlist

Translations: ma (petite) louve - my (little) wolf || chérie - sweetheart || putain - fuck || je t’aime (aussi) - I love you (too) || Quel salopard - what an asshole

The second you closed the front door you could finally breathe again. Taking a moment to just settle after the day you had endured, you pressed your back to the door and closed your eyes. It was like you told your younger patients when they were feeling stressed: smell the flower, blow out the candle. Inhale through your nose, exhale out your mouth.

Peace calmed your mind as you smelt the dinner Charles had made, your plate kept warm in the oven like he did whenever your shift ran overtime. That was an almost daily occurrence, especially with the new boss. You took another breath to clear your mind before it could return to the man who was single handedly making you regret your entire career choice.

"Hey-oh," Charles caught himself before he could hug you, spotting the blood on your scrubs. "You, uh, have a little something-" You looked down where he gestured, his nose wrinkling at the sight.

"It's fine," you said as you dropped your bag to the floor and pulled the shirt off. "It's mine, not a patient."

He nodded with relief as he took it from you to put in the washing machine but then it dropped as he realised what you had said and took a closer look at you. "Ma louve, what happened?" his fingers were gentle as they guided your face up to the light and he saw the bruising around your nose. "Putain, you're hurt."

"It was an accident," you said softly as you took his hands from your face and stepped into his embrace. "Cassia just had an episode, you know how it is, she didn't know what she was doing."

He wasn't appeased by the answer as he led you to the kitchen where he sat you down before checking your dinner was still warm enough to eat. "Where was security?"

You were grateful his back was to you as he reheated the pasta, something he hated having to do since it was never as good as when it was fresh. You had grimaced, wondering the very same thing at the time. They should have been close in the ward but with the new boss, expenditure was more important than safety and the budget had been cut in half the moment he started.

"They got there as fast as they could." It wasn't a lie. They had run all the way from the maternity ward on the floor above but you had already reset your broken nose by the time they arrived. She had quickly calmed after a dose of haloperidol and been apologetic when she realised her actions while delirious. “I’m fine, Char.”

Diana sighed as she bandaged your wrist, a look of pity in her eyes as she shook her head. “Why do you stay? It’s not like you need the money, hun.”

You tested the range of movement and winced at the sharp pain, just another incident to add to the growing list. “What good does quitting do? You guys would just be another nurse down and it would put more pressure on an already crumbling system.” 

The older nurse patted your hand before standing up and putting the left over roll of gauze away. “You’re too kind, but sometimes you have to put yourself first.”

You should have taken the rest of the day off but there were rounds to finish and call bells ringing left, right and centre. It was only when you couldn’t ignore your rumbling stomach any longer that you really took a proper look at your watch and saw your shift had finished over an hour ago.

“Katrina called in sick, I need you to stay on,” Tommy said without a simple hello when he caught you alone in the staff room. 

“I can’t,” you replied as you grabbed your bag with your good hand, “it’s my dad’s birthday - we’re going out to dinner.”

“I don’t give a shit if you’re having dinner with the Crown Prince himself, we need you here.”

“Albert may actually be there,” you mused as you started to leave, but an arm blocked the doorway.

“Your yearly review is due next week, and I would hate to have to make a note of insolence, poor attitude and lack of empathy for others. We are short on staff and it’s not like you have children at home.”

That had been the only reason you took some extra shifts when you could manage it, because there were nurses like Katrina who had two young ones and they often fell ill with colds and flus from their daycare. It meant you had to become the automatic fall guy when any other member of staff couldn’t make it - but that was what the on-call nurses were for, except…

“Maybe we wouldn’t be short staffed if you didn’t get rid of the on-call contractors, or if you hired more nurses like we were promised two years ago,” you snapped without thinking, your hunger and exhaustion removing the filter that stopped you from having the temper your father did. Or, passion, as he liked to call it - a Wolff trait. 

“So this is my fault?” he scoffed. “Nurses cost money. You might not know this, but money doesn’t grow on trees.”

You rolled your eyes at the reminder that you grew up with a silver spoon in your mouth, but that didn’t mean you were the spoiled daughter everyone who didn’t know you thought you were. You had studied hard and put in the effort to become a nurse because you wanted to help people. Tommy only cared about the profit.

“Healthcare shouldn’t be about money,” you muttered as you rolled your eyes. “It should be about helping the people who need it.”

“Then ask daddy dearest to make a donation, sweetcheeks,” he mocked as he pinched your cheek like a child. “That’s the only way you’ll get your precious nurses.”

You slapped his hand away from your face and ducked out the door before he could stop you but his voice echoed along the cold sterile corridor, “I hope you like night shifts, you’re going to be on them for a very long time.”

“You wouldn't,” you turned with a gasp. Charles' timetable was erratic but unless he was out of the country for a race he would always make the effort to be home by the time your shift ended. 

“I would.” He chuckled and left in the opposite direction, pointing back to the staff room as he went. “You can leave at the midnight swap.”

Sighing with defeat and tears stinging your eyes, you grabbed your phone from the bag and sent an apologetic text to your father for missing his dinner party. 

By the time midnight arrived your feet were aching and you had nearly emptied the vending machine of snacks to stave off your hunger. It wasn’t far from the hospital to the apartment you shared with Charles but it felt like a million miles when you stepped out into the cold night.

You pulled your jacket tighter around your body and shivered as you started off, your head down and hood up. You were so focused on just putting one foot in front of the other you didn’t see the shadow join you until a hand grabbed you and you screamed with terror as you were pulled into their chest.

“Ma louve, it’s me,” Charles soothed as he pulled your hoodie back and saw the tears in your eyes. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I, I,” you stammered as you tried to unscramble the thoughts in your head.

“Shh, I’m sorry, I called out to you like three times. I shouldn’t have grabbed you, that was stupid,” he chided himself.

“No, no, I’m sorry, I was in a world of my own.” You finally took notice of your surroundings and saw the car park was almost empty and none of the cars were his Pista.  “What are you doing here? Did you walk?”

“I didn’t want you walking alone at this hour,” he said with a kiss on your forehead. “You’re shaking, ma chérie.”

“It was a long day,” you murmured as you yawned, resting your head on his shoulder as he gently rocked you. “I think I have more coffee in my system than blood right now.”

“You can’t keep this up, my love, you are going to burn out.”

You pulled out of his embrace and started down the footpath so he didn’t see the tears begin to escape. “I’m fine, Char. I can handle it.”

It was Charles' home race and you had promised him you would join him in Ferrari this year. It was one of the few races you could always attend, managing your shifts around it so you never missed it, and all week you had seen the city setting up for the pride and joy of Monaco. 

Dawn was breaking on the big day and it looked like it was going to be a stunner as the sky turned blue and you left the hospital after yet another night shift. Tommy had found a way to make your life miserable and your shifts were constantly changing just to upset your mentality and circadian rhythm. You could barely tell morning from night when it always looked the same blue hues, same cool temperatures, the only indication was which side of the city was glowing, east or west.

“Good morning, baby,” you greeted as you wrapped your arms around Charles and kissed his shoulder as you found him at the bench making breakfast, already wearing his bright red Ferrari uniform. “How did you sleep?”

“Not bad. Would have been better with you,” he said as he turned to face you, his head dipping down to indulge in a kiss. You giggled as you saw a few crumbs of toast caught in the short hairs of his beard and brushed them away. “Thank you.”

“Now you can kiss me.”

The doorbell rang and he reluctantly released you from his arms to go answer it, his finger pointing to the second plate you hadn’t noticed. “Eat, amour.”

You hummed happily as you grabbed the toast and took a bite, casting a wave to Andrea as he walked in with Charles. 

“You look half dead, Wolff,” his trainer said with a worried look.

“She just got in from a shift, and will be going to bed as soon as she has eaten, right?” Charles said pointedly while you rolled your eyes.

“Does he boss you around this much?” you asked Andrea, making him chuckle as he shook his head.

“No, but he doesn’t love me the same way.”

“Who said I love you at all?” 

“You do, every time you get a podium,” Andrea pointed out seriously.

You nearly choked on the mouthful as you tried not to laugh at the truth. Charles was very affectionate when he was celebrating, and you hoped he would have an entire night of it after today's race. Unfortunately you wouldn’t be able to share it with him since you were due back at the hospital at 7pm for another 12 hour night shift. You had tried to find someone to swap with but Tommy had made it clear there would be consequences - all because you questioned his qualifications.

You hadn’t been able to quiet any more, not when you had the imprint of a patient's dental records on your forearm from when they bit you. You started dreading going to work, somewhere that should have been a safe place, a refuge for those needing help had become the opposite for you. It was bordering on dangerous and you had to say something.

In hindsight, you shouldn’t have said it in the morning meeting in front of dozens of staff, but you had serious doubts about his ‘people skills’ and wanted to know where he got his management degree from. Suggesting it was from Hogwarts, because it must be a thing of fantasy, may have been a step too far.

You were now paying for those words.

You still stood by them.

You still hadn’t told Charles.

He would only worry, or suggest taking a sabbatical. Yes, you longed to travel with him to his races and show your support, but you didn’t feel there was any way to contribute to society with that life. Nursing gave you a sense of purpose and fulfilment that you were certain you couldn’t feel just being the driver’s girlfriend, or the principal’s daughter.

“Hey,” Charles roused you softly and you realised you were starting to fall asleep while eating. “Let’s get you to bed, ma petite louve.”

You were already closing your eyes before your head hit the pillow but you felt his lips warm your forehead. “I love you. I’ll see you in the garage,” you mumbled as sleep took over.

“Je t’aime aussi.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you swore as you scrambled out of the bed and pulled on the first outfit you could find, a pair of comfortable jeans and a Ferrari shirt with Leclerc across the back with the number 16. There were dozens of missed calls and even more text messages but do not disturb had automatically turned on and you had forgotten to stop the setting. Today of all days you wanted to be disturbed.

Out on the street you could already hear the high keening of the cars racing around the city and you dashed through the thick crowds to get to the paddock. You hadn’t even remembered to grab your pass as you left in a rush but for once you were thankful someone recognised you and let you through.

“Arthur, how is he doing?” you panted as you reached the Ferrari garage and grabbed the headset he held out.

“Not the best start, he was a little distracted I think. You should probably let him know you are here.”

You agreed and went to the desk at the back rather than the main set up on the pit wall, quietly asking them to connect your headset to Charles. They were hesitant but there was no need for a pit stop any time soon since he had fresh tires so they made the adjustments to the channels.

“Hey baby, sorry I’m late.”

“You had me worried, little wolf.”

“That sounds so strange to hear in English,” you giggled, knowing the rules of the comms meant he couldn’t speak French on them. “I just wanted to let you know I made it so you can stop worrying.”

“I’ll always worry about you,” he said and you didn’t need to see his face to know he was smiling. “I’ll see you soon.”

The final 12 laps went almost as quickly as your nails, the nervous habit ruining them under the stress of the tight street circuit and close calls. Every time his car went flying through the sharp corners around the pool you were sure you were going to see him crash and your heart could barely take it. You ripped the headset off and rushed out of the garage as a wave of nausea crashed over you.

“Are you alright?” Arthur asked when he caught up to you in Charles’ driver room, a bottle from his fridge pressed to your clammy forehead. Your hands could barely keep it steady as the shook uncontrollably and you ended up letting it fall to the floor with a thud as you wrapped your arms around yourself. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

You couldn’t answer him as you struggled to pull air into your lungs, the screams of the crowd outside doing little to calm the panic gripping you. Dropping your head between your knees, you tried to keep from fainting but you could feel your heartbeat in your head, the throb sounding in time to the darkening pulse invading your vision until it all faded to black.

“You’re not listening, mate, she cannot come to work. She fucking passed out from exhaustion.”

“Then she should have been sleeping and not wasting her time watching some cars go around in circles. If she doesn't show up tonight, tell her not to bother showing up ever again.”

“She won’t,” Charles ended the call and slammed your phone down. “Quel salopard!”

The anger on Charles' face softened when he saw your eyes opening and he rushed across the room, his race suit still tied around his waist. “Don’t move, just lay down, ma louve. You need to rest,” he whispered as he knelt on the floor beside the couch you were lying on, his fingers brushing your cheek bone. “Arthur’s gone to get Toto.”

You couldn’t tell if minutes or days had passed and trying to think felt like trekking through a swamp of sludge in your mind. “The race?”

“4th.” He pressed his palm to your head and ran it over your hair feeling the damp heat on his skin. “You’ve sweat almost as much as me, mamour. You should have stayed home if you weren’t feeling well.”

You shook your head and it cleared some of the haze that hindered your cognitive ability. “I’m not sick, I just had…a moment. But I’m fine now.”

“A moment?” he asked with a frown. “What type of moment? And don’t tell me you are fine, you are clearly not and you haven’t been fine for months. Talk to me, please.”

The pleading, the puppy eyes, the way he dropped his head to your shoulder like he was defeated, it crested into a tsunami of emotion that broke the wall you had built between your personal life and your work life. The two worlds crashed together and the sob broke his heart as you crumbled apart in front of him.

The wave of truth crashed upon him and everything you had tried to keep from him for the past six months was lifted from your conscience as you confessed it all. You told him about the stress you were under, the bullying you had faced and the danger you were in each night with nearly no support or security.

You had been in a long sleeve when you went to bed but now you were in his shirt and he could see the latest wound marring your flesh, the impression of teeth setting to bruises.

Horror painted his features as he absorbed it all, then it turned to anger, hot rage as his clenched fists turned his knuckles white. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked with quiet restraint. “Pourquoi?”

You swallowed and shrank back into the couch as you felt that anger aimed at you. The shaking started again, a fine tremor coursing through your body until it reached your teeth and they chattered as a cold sweat broke out.

“Fuck, no, bébé, please,” Charles cursed as he unclenched his fists and reached for you only to freeze as you flinched. “Please, I would never hurt you. I’m not angry at you.”

“Yes, you are,” you whispered.

“Okay, I’m a little bit angry you didn’t tell me sooner. We are meant to share everything, no?” You nodded meekly. “But I would never hurt you, ma louve. I’m angry at myself, I should have noticed, I should have, I don’t know…I failed you.”

“I was scared. You would make me quit if you knew.”

His head lifted and confusion swum in those green eyes of his. “Why would you want to work for that asshole?”

“I like my job, I like what I do, Charles.” You looked away from the intensity of his stare. “I don’t know who I am without it.”

“Oh, chérie, you would still be the same selfless, kind, beautiful woman you are right now. That is who you are, and that will never change.” When he reached for you this time you let him take your hands and he kissed your knuckles before holding them to his chest. “I think it’s time to prove it to you.”

You sighed and gave him a small nod. “I think you might be right.”

The sound of relief he made brought a smile to your face and he returned it with a guilty one. “That’s a relief,” he admitted with a nervous chuckle, “because I think I got you fired.”

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[sunsetreid]

eight letters [ s. reid ]

— part three !

part of the ‘ back to school night ’ series

find part two here !

pairing : teacher!Spencer Reid x single mom!reader

summary / prompt : Spencer realizes just how badly he messed up when (Y/N) lets her ex take Cassia to the school's annual New Year's parent-child dance

requested : kinda

genre : fluff & angst

warnings : age gap (8 years), angst (w a happy ending)

【 Spencer's POV 】

Nervous isn't the right word that Spencer would use to describe how he feels as he gets ready for the school's annual New Year's parent-child dance. He immediately volunteered to be a chaperone in hopes that (Y/N) and Cassia would make appearances at the dance.

The way he reacted when (Y/N) told him that she wanted to tell her daughter about them was not the right reaction. Staying quiet when (Y/N) thought he didn't want to make their relationship permanent was not the right thing to do.

Letting her walk out the front door of his apartment was the biggest mistake of his life up to this point. The look of hurt on her face when she left broke his heart, and he was the one that caused it.

It's a long shot of getting (Y/N) to talk to him at the dance, but he still dresses his best. He ties a black tie around his neck and flattens it against the white button-up. He wears black slacks to complete the look. Spencer goes sans jacket because it's a warm January night in Washington D.C.

With a soft sigh, he grabs his keys, wallet, and phone before he heads to the metro station to get to the school early so he can help set up the gym with the organizers and other chaperones.

He hates that he said any of those things to her. He hates that he implied that he doesn’t want their relationship to be permanent.

Spencer loves her. Spencer loves her daughter. He’d do anything to be apart of their family. He already treats Cassia like his daughter when outside of the classroom. He would love to be a father figure to her.

The dance starts at seven. Parents begin to file in with their kids right before. Kid friendly music begins to play throughout the gymnasium as families file in.

His eyes are practically trained on the door, waiting for (Y/N) and Cassia to come walking in.

“You know, you seem a little too focused on that door and not on the people already in the room,” one of his colleagues and closest friends says. Spencer looks over at Derek Morgan with raised eyebrows. “Who are you waiting for? You’ve gotten awfully close to Cassia (L/N) and her mother recently. Spending a lot of time outside of class with them. Leaving school with them. Are you waiting on them?”

Spencer sighs and goes back to looking at the door. His cheeks heat up a bit because he didn't realize that his friends noticed or that it was that obvious. “Aw, look,” Emily says with a smile. She reaches out and pokes at his warm cheeks. “He’s all flustered. Someone has a crush.”

He rolls his eyes and pulls his head away from his colleague. “It’s not a crush.”

“Pretty Boy’s in love,” Derek teases. Emily laughs on the other side of him. “How cute is that? Tell us about her, Spencer."

"I don't think there is a lot to tell right now," he admits. defeated. He hasn't told anyone what happened between him and (Y/N). "I royally messed up at Christmas. I don't even know if she is coming. I hope she is though. I need to talk to her."

Emily blinks and asks, "You asked to chaperone because you hoped Cassia's mom would come? So you could talk to her?"

"She hasn't been answering my calls or texts," Spencer tells both of them. "I don't know what else to do. I don't want to just show up to her apartment since we haven't told Cassia anything."

There's a beat of silence between the three of them before Derek says, "So there is something going on between the two of you? You just haven't told Cassia yet."

Spencer shakes his head. "It's why I royally messed up at Christmas," he replies. "I implied something I didn't mean and I let her walk out the door instead of saying something to stopping her. We haven't talked since Christmas Eve."

"You're in some deep shit, kid," Derek says. "For both your sakes, I hope she does show up."

He mumbles a "me too" under his breath.

It's close to 7:30 and Spencer is about to give up in waiting for (Y/N) and Cassia when he watches little Cassia run into the gymnasium. He smiles, then notices who her hand is attached to. It falters for a second before he notices which direction she's running in.

Cassia, being Cassia, runs up to Spencer with the biggest smile on her face. "Hi, Doctor Reid!" she says. "Daddy brought me to the dance."

Spencer's eyes flicker up to Cassia's father's face. Mateo holds his hand out to Spencer, who takes it and gives it a firm shake despite not wanting to touch him. "Nice to see you again, Doctor Reid," he says. "Cassia really likes you. You're all she talks about sometimes."

"I try to make class as enjoyable as possible," Spencer replies. "I'm surprised that I'm all she talks about sometimes."

Mateo smiles and looks down at Cassia. "She's mentioned that you have come over to her house to have ice cream and movie night sometimes," he tells Spencer. There's a hint of suspicion in his voice. Spencer notices it immediately. "She must really like you if she invites you over for ice cream and movie night with her mother."

"Will (Y/N) be joining you tonight?" Spencer asks since she was brought up in the conversation.

A sad Cassia replies, "She isn't feeling well so she asked if daddy could bring me to the dance. She looked upset when she dropped me off at daddy's house."

There's a pang of guilt in his chest. He's the reason she's so upset. She couldn't even bring her daughter to a dance that even she was looking forward to. Cassia even looks upset that her mother couldn't come.

That's because of him.

Spencer still needs to talk to (Y/N). She may not be here but Cassia is here, which means (Y/N) is home alone. The perfect opportunity for him to talk to her without Cassia running in and hearing anything.

"How about this?" Spencer begins to say as he crouches down to meet Cassia's eyes. "I go see if your mom is okay while you have fun with your dad. Would that make you feel better?"

Cassia nods. "She's always happier when you're around," she tells him. "Don't tell her I told you, but I think mom has a crush on you, Doctor Reid." A little giggle comes from the little girl.

"Don't tell your mom but I think I have a crush on her too," Spencer almost whispers. His voice returns to normal and he stands up. "I'll go check on your mom, okay? You need to promise me that you'll have fun with your dad while I'm away."

Without hesitation, Cassia grabs her father's hand and pulls him toward the dance floor where other parents are dancing with their child.

From across the room, Spencer meets Derek and Emily's eyes. He points toward the door to let them know he's leaving. Emily smiles and Derek nods. With their blessing, Spencer practically runs out the door.

The commute from the school to (Y/N)'s apartment goes by slowly. Spencer is fidgeting the entire time he's on the metro. He texts Derek to explain that he may or may not be coming back.

' Went to tell (Y/N) that I love her. May or may not be back. Wish me luck '

' go get her, lover boy '

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Spencer stands out front of (Y/N)'s apartment for ten minutes with his fist ready to knock on the door. He just stares at the door and listens to Grey’s Anatomy come from the other side while he musters the courage to knock.

He can’t let them go another two weeks without talking. He loves her and he doesn’t want to lose her. It would be the worst mistake he has ever made.

The threat of losing (Y/N) is the reason he raps lightly on the door. Grey’s Anatomy goes quiet and there are footsteps behind the closed door.

Spencer feels his heart shatter at the sight in front of him.

(Y/N) has red rimmed and puffy eyes. Her hair is in a messy bun on top of her head. She’s wearing the t-shirt she left his apartment in that day.

“What are you doing here?” (Y/N) asks. Her voice is hoarse and weak.

He tries not to let the heartbreak and guilt show on his face. “You didn’t come to the dance,” he softly says. “Cassia told me you didn’t feel good so I wanted to come check on you. I also wanted to come talk to you.”

She just stares at him. “Now you want to come talk to me?” she snaps. “It’s been two weeks, Spencer. If you really wanted to talk to me, you would’ve already. If you don’t mind, I want to be alone so you can go back to your dance.”

As the door shuts, Spencer makes an decision that’s going to end really badly or really good.

He shoves his foot between the door and the wall to keep it from shutting.

“I love you,” he blurts out. He gets nothing but silence at his confession. “(Y/N). I am in love with you. I’m so sorry that I implied that I didn’t want this to be a permanent thing because I do. It’s because I love you. I want to be with you. I want this to be a permanent thing. Please. I’m sorry.”

There is more silence for a moment before the door slowly creaks open. (Y/N)’s big eyes look at him when her head peers around the wood. He sees they’re wet and tears threaten to spill over to her cheeks.

Spencer frowns at the sight of her tears.

“If you love me then why did you imply that you didn’t want this to be permanent?” she asks. Her voice shakes as she talks. “You seemed so freaked out about telling Cassia.”

“I didn’t mean to imply that I didn’t want this to be a permanent thing,” Spencer tells her. “I do. I want to tell Cassia because you're right. She does adore me. I’d do anything for us to be permanent and to be a little family. (Y/N), I am truly sorry. I know it sounded like I didn’t want to be with you for the long term, but I do. I love you, and I love Cassia. You’re it for me, (Y/N). You're both it for me. I love you. Both of you."

He watches her bottom lip wobble before tears roll down her cheeks. "You're not lying to me, are you?" (Y/N) questions. "Because I swear to God, I will never speak to you again if you're lying to me about-"

With a sudden surge of strength and confidence, Spencer pushes the door open and crashes his lips to hers. His hands cup her jaw and his fingers curl into her hair. He feels his thumbs get wet with her tears.

He pulls her flush against him, but it still takes her a few seconds before she touches him. Her hands wrap around his wrists and she leans into him to deepen the kiss.

Spencer pulls back from the kiss and he rests his forehead against hers. (Y/N)'s eyes are closed but tears are rolling down her cheeks. He wipes them away with his thumbs. "I would never ever lie to you about loving you, (Y/N)," he whispers to her. "Either of you."

"I'm sorry for ignoring you," (Y/N) replies with a shaky voice. She pulls her head back and meets Spencer's eyes. "I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions. I just got nervous. There have been so many guys that I've introduced to my daughter and they ended up ending the relationship because they didn't want a ready-made family. I'm very protective of her and I need to protect my own heart."

"I know," he replies with a nod. "I understand that and where you're coming from. You don't owe me any apologies, (Y/N). I really didn't mean to imply anything because I do love you and I want to be with you for the long term. I wouldn't lie about that."

(Y/N) wraps her arms around him and puts her nose into his chest. Spencer buries his face in her hair and sighs. He wraps his arms around her neck like he's protecting her.

After a moment of silence between them, (Y/N) mumbles, "I love you too. It hurt to be away from you. I hated ignoring your texts and calls. All I wanted to do was talk to you, but I was scared."

A small smile forms at her confession. "You needed time, and that's okay," he tells her. "Take as much time as you need."

"I think two weeks is enough time," (Y/N) states as she lifts her head up. She sniffles and Spencer leans down to kiss away the tears that have slipped down her cheeks. "I want you here, Spencer."

"I think we should tell Cassia," Spencer replies. "If you still want to. I completely understand if you want to wait again."

She smiles. "Do you think they're still at the dance?"

"Probably, since it doesn't end until nine," he answers. "What are you thinking?"

"Give me a few minutes to get ready and I'll drive us to the school."

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Nervous is the right word Spencer would use to describe how he feels walking into the gym after his talk with (Y/N). He has a beautiful woman attached to his arm and they are about to tell her daughter that they are in a relationship and have fallen in love with each other.

He's more nervous than he was when he transitioned from being an FBI profiler to an elementary school teacher. Spencer has no idea how Cassia is going to react to seeing her mother and her teacher together.

Right outside the gymnasium, Spencer stops them. (Y/N), now with a face-full of makeup and a beautiful dress on, looks up at him. "Are you okay?"

"Um, I have to admit that I'm a little nervous," he replies. "I mean, I want to tell her, but I'm terrified of her reaction. And her classmates' reactions."

(Y/N) walks and stands in front of him. "She loves you, Spencer," she assures him. "Who cares what her classmates think? We're in love."

He laughs as his girlfriend gets on her tiptoes and pecks his lips.

"She's always happier when you're around" is what Cassia told him before he left. Spencer is seeing that now. She has been all smiles since they talked.

With (Y/N)'s assurance, he hooks his arm with hers. "Let's go."

The two of them walk into the gym together. Parents are dancing with their kids on the dance floor. Others are eating at the tables.

Spencer looks around the room. He sees Derek and Emily smile at him when they see (Y/N) on his arm. They're huddled near the dance floor with JJ and Penelope, who must have gotten to the dance right after Spencer left to go talk to (Y/N).

"Mom!" a little voice shouts over the music. "You're here."

Cassia practically throws herself into her mother's arms. (Y/N) leans down and picks her up after letting Spencer's arm go. She sits Cassia on her hip. "I'm here," she tells her daughter. "Thanks to Doctor Reid."

He loves when (Y/N) calls him by his title. He can't help the smile that forms on his face. "I told you I'd talk to her, didn't I?" he asks Cassia. "I managed to talk her into coming to the dance. I'm good at what I do."

Mateo walks up to the three of them. "Should I be heading out?" he asks as he looks at them. "The three of you look really cute."

"No!" Cassia exclaims as she scrambles out of (Y/N)'s arms to get to her father. "All my favorite people are in one room. I don't want you to go." She wraps herself around Mateo's waist. "Please don't go."

(Y/N) smiles and crouches down so she's eye to eye with her daughter. "Cassie, can I tell you something?" she asks. Cassia nods and turns and stands in front of her mother. "Remember how I told you that I really like someone and that it was someone that you knew?" Cassia nods again in reply. "How would you feel if that person that I really like was Doctor Reid?"

A wide-eyed Cassia looks up at Spencer then looks back at (Y/N). "Is Doctor Reid your boyfriend?" she asks. When (Y/N) nods, Cassia turns to Spencer with a serious look on her face. "You better take care of my mom, Doctor Reid. I wasn't kidding when I said that she's happier when she's around you."

"Don't worry," Spencer begins to say. "I'm happier when I'm around your mom, and you too. I promise I'll take care of your mom."

"Does this mean I'll ace every test for the rest of the year?" Cassia asks.

(Y/N)'s jaw drops. "Cassia (L/N)," she sternly says. "Just because your teacher is my boyfriend does not mean your get special treatment. He told me he's still going to treat you like every other student in class.”

Spencer can’t help but laugh. “You’re already my smartest student, Cassia,” he tells her. “You don’t need special treatment to ace your tests.” A bright smile forms on Cassia’s face.

“Do I get to call you Spencer outside of class now?” she asks.

“That’s all up to you,” he says. “In class, call me Doctor Reid though.”

She nods and looks up at Mateo, asking if they can go dance. He says they can do they run off to the dance. (Y/N) stands back up and hooks her arm with Spencer’s.

Spencer watches Mateo and Cassia dance on the dance floor. He feels (Y/N) rest her head on his shoulder. He looks down and sees the biggest smile on her face.

He turns his head and pecks her forehead. “That went well,” he comments. (Y/N) hums in reply. When he looks back up, he sees Derek, Emily, Penelope, and JJ all walking up toward him. “I am so sorry for what my friends say to you.”

“Aw, she’s so pretty,” Emily says. She holds out her hand for (Y/N) to shake. “Emily Prentiss. Fifth grade teacher. I can’t believe Reid managed to find such a pretty girl like you, or that you are into the whole nerd look.”

Spencer’s cheeks heat up as (Y/N) says, “The whole nerd look does it for me. My favorite look is when he’s wearing his glasses and is so focused on the work that is in front of him.”

He looks down at her and she rests her chin on his shoulder. Spencer brushes away the strand of hair that has fallen into her face. “Good to know,” Spencer says.

“This is so cute,” JJ says.

“Pretty Boy is in love,” Derek comments. “I’m gonna start calling you Lover Boy, Reid.”

Spencer’s eyes widen. “I beg you not to,” he replies.

Penelope hooks her arm with (Y/N)’s and says, “We are going to be best friends.” She pulls his girlfriend away from him. Penelope walks off with (Y/N), Emily, and JJ.

He watches his girlfriend and some of his closest friends bond while they get a drink from the table. He can’t help but smile at the sight.

“So, I guess tellling her that you love her went well,” he states as he looks over at Spencer. “You look at her like she’s the only person in the world. It’s cute. I’m happy for you, Spencer.”

“She loves me too,” he replies. “Despite messing up at Christmas. I get why she didn’t talk to me for a couple of weeks. I wouldn’t want to talk to me either it I implied that didn’t want a long term relationship.”

Derek lightly punches Spencer in the shoulder. “That is for almost ruining what might be the best thing to ever happen to you,” he tells Spencer. “If you want to get out of here though and go start making it up to her, go ahead. We got it from here. I’m sure Cassia’s dad wouldn’t mind having her over for the night.”

He looks back at (Y/N) with Penelope, JJ, and Emily. All four of them are laughing. “She’s making friends at the moment,” Spencer tells Derek. “When she’s ready to leave, she can come find me. Ask Mateo if he can take Cassie for the night. She’s so happy right now. I don’t want to pull her away from that. Especially after the last few weeks.”

“You’re right,” Derek agrees. “Let me know when you head out.”

He nods and Derek walks off to go help a parent with something. Spencer’s eyes land back on (Y/N).

Sometimes he doesn’t know how he got so lucky. She is stunning with her little black dress and curly hair. He doesn’t understand how he managed to get a woman like her to fall in love with him.

“Doctor Reid,” a little voice says, bringing him out of his head. He looks down to see Cassia standing next to him. “Do you love my mom?“

Now he knows why Cassia is so smart. Her mother is.

“Yeah, I love your mom,” Spencer replies. “How did you know that?”

“You look at her like you love her,” Cassia observes. “I know she loves you too. The way she talks about you sometimes is gross.”

Spencer laughs and (Y/N) makes her way back to the two of them. “You two look like you’re bonding,” she states. “I don’t need to worry about you two hanging up on me already, do I?”

“Unfortunately, we’ve already done that a few times,” Spencer admits. “Sorry.”

She laughs and looks at Cassia. “Would you mind spending the night with your dad tonight?” she asks. “I think that Spencer and I need to have a little adult time tonight.”

Cassia gets super happy and nods. She runs off to her dad and Spencer looks at (Y/N). “Adult time?”

“A lot of adult time,” she replies. “Plus, I still need to give you your actual Christmas gift.”

“Oh, the outfit and the sex wasn’t my Christmas gift?”

(Y/N) shakes her head and wraps her arms around his neck. “Part one of your Christmas gift,” she tells him. “I think you’ll like part two though. Do you want to go see what it is?”

He nods and lets her lace her fingers with his. He catches Derek’s eyes and points at the door with his free hand. Derek gives a thumbs up so he knows he saw the point.

Spencer follows her to the car. Her heels clicking away on the pavement. Her curls bounce as she walks, and Spencer finds himself completely amazed by the fact that she loves him back.

This beautiful, intelligent woman who saves lives actually loves him back without his fancy FBI job and nerdy looks.

After Christmas Eve, he isn’t so sure he deserves her love. He definitely doesn’t deserve her forgiveness.

Inside (Y/N)’s car, Spencer leans over the center console when she is settled in the driver’s seat. He turns her head and captures her lips in a soft kiss. She smiles against his lips for a second before pulling back.

“What was that for?”

“I just …” he trails off. “I’m amazed by the fact that you love me. I don’t think I deserve your forgiveness either. I wouldn’t forgive me after what I said.”

(Y/N) shakes her head and takes Spencer’s hands in hers. “My love for you trumps any hatred or anger I’ve had towards you for what you said,” she tells him. “As angry as I was, I knew it wouldn’t last because I love you. Now I know you didn’t mean it so I forgave you.”

Spencer looks down at their connected hands. “I’m not good at this, (Y/N),” he whispers. “I’ve never had a meaningful relationship that lasted more than a few weeks. I don’t know how to do this.”

She dips her head down to meet his eyes. “You don’t have to know everything, Spencer,” she tells him. “We can learn together, okay?”

“Okay.”

(Y/N) lifts his head up and Spencer sees sincerity in her eyes. She runs her fingers through her hair and gives him a small smile. “I love you, Spencer Reid,” she tells him. “I think I’ll always love you. You better not break my heart.”

He shakes his head. “Never.”

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a/n - one more part after this. hope i made up for how the last one ended :)

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[obsessedwithallthingsbookrelated]

Everyone hates you

Chapter 9

I’m sorry it took so long to update! Life got in the way.

Standing in her small kitchen and looking out the window to the dark forest beyond, Nesta took a small sip from her herbal tea.

She felt.. not happy exactly, but peaceful. Content. The numbness had started to fade, the dark thoughts were still present but less frequent, and for that she was grateful.

It had been two months since she had come to her cabin, and everyday someone left food and supplies outside her door, along with a small knock. She never answered it, didn’t care too. She was perfectly happy not to speak to any of them ever again. But she knew it would never last.. which is why when her sister, Feyre suddenly materialised in the kitchen behind her, Nesta only startled a little.

‘’Nesta’’, her sister croaked, her voice was small, hesitant.

Nesta did not move. Neither did Feyre.

‘’How did you find me?’’, Nesta mumbled. Pissed her time in her sanctuary was likely about to come to an end. Pissed that he had probably given away her location.

‘’Please. I just wanted to talk to you for a mome-‘’

‘’You’re not here to drag me back?’’, Nesta spat, she stayed looking out the window but her shoulders were tense.

‘’No. Never. I understand that you likely never want to return home’’, Feyre said, her voice steady but somewhat sad.

Nesta snorted, ‘’Since when do I get the choice to do what I want?’’

She felt her sister still.

Here we go.

‘’That is not fair,’’ she stated, starting to fall back into her authoritative role as ‘high lady’. ‘’You were killing yourself. You were hurting us, hurting Cassia-

Nesta whirled on her sister, ‘’Do. Not. Say. His. Name,‘’ She said through clenched teeth, her hands fisted at her sides. Feyre took a step back and Nesta knew it was because her eyes were flashing silver. She quickly turned back to staring out her window.

‘’Fine,’’ her sister quickly composed herself. ‘’But you should at least know that he’s a complete wreck. He won’t come to the house anymore except to give reports, he looks awful Nesta’’, her sister paused, her voice soft yet stern. ‘’He looks like he’s barely slept in over a month.’’

‘’I do not care.’’ Nesta said, her hand tightening on her teacup. ‘’So, this is why you came then?’’ She laughed, ‘’Not for me, your own sister. But for one of them. I don’t even know why I pretend to be shocked anymore.’’ Nesta shook her head, she had accepted that they were sisters family. She even understood why, but that didn’t mean that it didn’t still pinch at something in her cold heart.

‘’Don’t be ridiculous, of course I wanted to see you! I need to see that your ok, but you’ve been hiding for two godsdamn months.’’ Her sister practically raged at her, Nesta could her pacing back and forth, working herself up.

‘’That is because, sister, you locked me up.’’ Nesta hissed and then turned slowly, watched the colour drain from her sisters face, watched her eyes dart to the floor, lips tightening.

‘’I know I did. I’m so-‘’

‘’Don’t,’’ Nesta interrupted. She didn’t want to hear it, wasn’t in the place too. She just wanted a couple of more days in peace.

‘’I get it,’’ Nesta practically whispered. ‘’We have to talk, but right now, I just want to have a couple of more days in my cabin. I haven’t been drinking. I haven’t been with any males. I just want to be alone, just for a little while longer.’’ She needed Feyre to hear her, even if it just this once.

Please. Show me you can let me be.

Feyres mouth loosened, her eyes softened and a look of determination crossed her features.

‘’I understand that you hate me Nesta, I do too sometimes’’, Her sister voice wavered. ‘’Please, just come to the town house when you’re ready, we would all so love to see you. For a quick visit of course, that’s all.’’ A sad look flashed in her sisters eyes, but also acceptance. With that, a flash and her sister, the high lady was gone.

A piece of paper appeared on her kitchen table with the message stating to simply write when she was ready and she would be winowed there and back.

Was her sister finally starting to understand that Nesta was not isolating herself as a punishment to them or him, but simply that everybody copes in different ways?

She herself, understands that what she was doing before was not healthy either, that her sisters were probably worried by her actions- but nonetheless it was still her damn choice!

Nesta shook her head to herself. But she had this, her little sanctuary. Her interaction with her youngest sister, although not exactly pleasant, was probably the most progress they had made since before the war.

For the first time, in a long time, Nesta felt it, a warmth in her chest, she felt lighter on her feet. Nesta Archeron was feeling hopeful.

@little-darlingo @kitkat-writes-stuff @aelinismyqueen @arson-frog @lady-winter-sunrise @cassiansbigwingspan

Sorry if I left anybody out!

#nessian #nessian fanfiction #pro nesta #acotar #cassian #anti ic #nesta deserves better

[madame-mongoose]

For non-suspicious reasons, could I have a line up of all ur ocs and like pictures and/or little tid bits

Prommy I am not suspicious <3 *In the corner of ur eye you just see a program open up*

Hmm kinda old art but this is the closest I have for a height line up for the main three girls Cassia, Zekira, and Marina

I also have this unfinished thing I did with The Librarian. Was gonna go over my pen sketches and color it and make a full ref sheet but I forgor

Here's some colors for the fuck too

For tidbits I'd say uhhh. Cassia hates Zeki. Librarian hates Zeki but I a more annoyed way rather than bloodthirsty way. Marina has complicated feelings on Zeki. Zeki is the only one that can interact with Barry and she is silly girl failure with everyone. If you want more lore I def suggest searching "oc stuff" or my characters by name. Not on tumblr blog search tho it erases all my posts go to the archive akdhjs

#i am fully trusting that you are not suspicious and are very kind and innocent #you will not use this info for evil #no but seriously ty for asking!!! #if it was other ocs you were looking for lmk i have so many 😅 #oc stuff #monnie answers

[vitanithepure]

Ok, now your turn! :D What does Imogene think of her retinue?

Aaah, thank you for the ask and brace yourself for a long one because - oh, she has Thoughts™ 😂

Abelard is the designated grandpa. They agree on most things, and she dons her most shit-eating grin each time Abelard announces who she is. Also, they got this going on:

Idira is the coolest person on the ship, and that is even taking iceman into consideration. Just. So. Cool. Imogene adores her bravery, admires she had the guts to go her own way and against the world that hates her very existence.

Argenta can go space herself. She knows where the airlock is. Imogene has no idea why is she even part of her retinue if she disagrees with everything the Rogue Trader does and her solution to all world's problems is to burn it all down. No love between them, that's for sure.

Pasqal is the fount of knowledge and the right amount of religious calling for Imogene. Having been born on a Forge World she grew up surrounded by the Adeptus Mechanicus and their work. She shares a lot of respect and values with Pasqal and is absolutely fascinated by his pursuits. She would commit acts of unrestrained heresy if he asked her to, lol.

Iceman is scary. At first. Imogene quickly learns that her new status as a Rogue Trader gives her a lot of leeway when in comes to dealing with the agents of the Inquisition, including this particularly obvious snitch (as she believes) and she makes it a little game of sorts - how much can she annoy Heinrix until he turns around and leaves? Jokes on her, I guess, because at some point she realizes she wouldn't let him go even if he wanted to xD

Cassia is...uniqe. Imogene has no idea how to act around her. On one hand she seems to be insanely powerful. Influencing emotions of others? Third eye that could potentially kill just by looking into it? Or worse? All that in a frail, otherworldly body and a mind of a very cloistered young adult? On the other hand...she is so nice. So open and up for discussing things. So incredibly insightful for her age, Imogene went all in with her big sister mode.

(And below I'll go into companions you didn't mention yourself, so I assume you haven't met them. No big spoilers about them, just leaving you to decide if you wanna know who potentially is out there!)

Jae is wonderful. She's living her life, taking what comes in stride and never is content with what she already has. Imogene has a lot of fun with her, 10/10 friend and all around awful influence if you ask Abelard about their relationship :D Wonder for how long will that last, though...

Yrliet is...complicated. It's kind of like she took a trip to the zoo and found a mon-keigh named Imogene free from her enclosure and decided to see where she was running to. Imogene is stubborn though, and shortly after their meeting went "yeah, I'm gonna confuse her so much". Their relationship is uneasy because of all the outside influence barging in between them.

Ulfar didn't join Imogene, so... too bad buddy, have fun. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Marazhai is...well, he is. But Imogene wishes he wasn't. Really regrets bringing him along. Probably things won't end well between them and I intend to headcanon this so hard xD

#thank youuu #rogue trader #OC:Imogene #yes I think it's time to start tagging Imogene stuff

[hvbris]

For muns with multiple muses, past and present, on any blog.

Rules: Fill out the form according to which muse suits each title best. (The same muse can have multiple titles.) Repost and tag. Feel free to add more!

Favorite Muse: Fish will always have a special place in my heart (I mean she even has her own blog lol)

Most Character Development: Salomé has changed a lot since I added her, she got more vulnerable and deep, with more flaws. But for a recent muse, that would be Cassia. We are given ZERO in canon, so it was really interesting to develop her personality, how she evolves, etc

Trash Muse: .... Fox Mulder...

The Meme-Lord: Eve & Noah, by far. They basically communicate with their dad by sending him memes. Even when he's in prison.

Most Likely to Start a War: I mean, Lord Voldemort is at the top of the list for sure. He actually started like two wars fdjkshjkfds and perhaps Lucretia, since she's an officer of the army lol

Worst Personality: LORD VOLDEMORT OBVIOUSLY, this man is the Absolute Worst ™

Best Singer: Lucy Gray Baird, of course ❤

Most Attractive Muse: hard to pick tbh, but I'll say Fish, Lucretia & Morticia (I LIKE TALL AND STRONG WOMEN OK)

Biggest Heart: Olive and Tigris for sure

Falls in Love Quickest: Ava, probably, but that's because of all the romantic movies she watches all the time

Most Likely to Drop Their Phone in the Toilet: OH DIMITRI FOR SURE, but then again he might just throw it on purpose because he hates technology

Ice Ruler: Lucretia 😎 Snow lands on top, etc etc, and of course Salomé

The Edgelord: Lord Voldemort dshjkdkshjdjkqsdqs and obviously Wednesday

Most Tragic Backstory: Codrin, Lucy Gray, and Eve & Noah. But a lot of my muses have tragic backstories fdksjfdks it's hard to pick

Best Case of Puberty: All of them tbh??? If I have to pick just one, April

Most Awkward: Brook, probably

Busy Bee: Fish, Clarice, and Lucretia are absolute workaholics

Most Clueless: Eleven and Ava, but I mean they grew up in a lab

Most Likely to Forget Their Wallet at Home: Mulder probably

Best Dressed: Tigris obviously!!!! But also Effie and Cassia

Biggest Flirt: Captain Hook is really a terrible flirt, Fish & Deirdre too

Most Dramatic: I have so many drama queens!! It's a tie between Caesar, Hook, and Voldemort

Least Likely to Show Up Late: Lucretia. Tardiness is practically a vice in her eyes

One with Weirdest Habit: Codrin hugs trees :)

Most Likely to Be Caught at the Gym: Fish and Clove work out the most

tagged by @countlessrealities (thank you ❤️) tagging: @ladiesandwitches @lovepurposed @omniishambles @contriite @unfinishedbusincss @thenightmareofyourdrems @versin-surfin @fallsekings and YOU! tag me if you do it :)

#I can never pick just one sorry lmao #dash games #ooc

[milkywaygg]

FOP-The Lost Child Ch. 7

AN: I’ll repost the other chapters on Fanfiction later on. For right now though, enjoy!

After Linnie had finished comforting her and Julie had become somewhat consolable, everyone finally went to bed for the evening, Linnie tucking Julie in the master bed next to Poof and Cassia, taking the couch for himself. Within the next few minutes after Linnie had left the room, Julie tossed and turned, making soft whining sounds as she struggled to fall asleep. After a little while, Julie had made so much noise that Cassia and Poof woke up, looking over at Julie with sleepy but concerned look on their faces.

“What’s wrong?”, Poof asked, “Why are you sad?”

“Everyone hates me! I didn’t even do anything.”, Julie whined, “Why was your daddy so mean to me? And why was your mommy so mean to your daddy?”

“I don’t hate you.”, Poof said, smiling, “You’re really pretty! I like you! Don’t listen to mommy and daddy. They like to be poopy heads sometimes.”

“Yeah, they got issues of their own to work out, and think taking it out on kids is gonna make them feel better.”, Cassia yawned, but looked down at Julie with sympathy, “Don’t listen to them. They’ve both been acting like total idiots lately. It’s not your fault.”

“I know, but I still want them to like me.”, Julie whined sadly, “I didn’t even do anything wrong.”

“Heh, you know what would be funny?”, Cassia smirked, lying back down, “If only we weren’t a bunch of little kids. We could totally get revenge on mom and dad.”

“Revenge? What’s that?” Julie and Poof both asked at the same time, and then giggled slightly to each other. Cassia’s smirk grew wider.

“We get back at them to how they acted tonight. I mean, just because they’re miserable doesn’t mean they have the right to treat the rest of us like that.”, Cassia said, “I dunno. Poof, we get yelled at for literally anything anyways, so a little prank wouldn’t be the end of the world.”

“I don’t know.”, Poof said, worried, “I don’t wanna hurt them.”

“Who said anything about hurting them?”, Cassia asked, “It’d be a harmless prank. Not exactly sure what we’d do, but we ain’t gonna hurt of kill them. Just make them look like the big idiots they are.”

“How would we even get home? Grandpa Linnie would know.”

“Yeah, that’s a shame. If it weren’t for him, we’d totally do it. Oh well, it was just a dumb idea anyways. Oh shh shh..I think they’re up!”, Cassia said suddenly, noticing the light shining underneath the foot of the door. The three kids shuffled around the bed, pretending to fall asleep, as Darren smirked and cleared his throat.

“Ok get up. I know you guys aren’t asleep. You three ain’t fooling anyone.”, Darren said, though his smile didn’t fade.

“O-Oh sorry Uncle Darren! We were just making Julie feel better since she couldn’t sleep.”, Cassia said suddenly, as Darren sat on the foot of the bed.

“Yea sure you were. Look, I overheard what you guys were talking about while I was in the bathroom and I’ve got a bit of a deal for you.”, Darren said, “Your Grandpa’s asleep, so if you guys want, we can still go out and get that revenge you guys are oh so craving.”

“Wait, you…want to prank mom and dad?”, Cassia asked, having trouble believing that this was coming from an adult rather than another kid.

“Yeah. Cosmo’s behavior tonight was way out of line, and your mom has no right to come into someone else’s house and start an argument, and make the rest of us feel like shit.”

“Oooo Uncle Darren, that’s a bad word! You’re not supposed to say that!”, Poof scolded lightly. Darren rolled his eyes.

“Yeah well, you’re mom and dad aren’t either, but that hasn’t stopped them.”, Darren said sarcastically, “So, what do you say. Should we all go out and have some fun?”

“Aren’t we gonna get in trouble? What if Grandpa Linnie catches us?”, Cassia asked. Darren shrugged.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll take the fall. It’ll be worth it anyways.”, Darren said nonchalantly, “Now come on, get some shoes on but be quiet. Don’t wanna wake your Grandpa up.”

After doing what they were told, the three kids left the room and closed the door quietly behind them, trying to prevent even the smallest squeak. Darren stood beside the door in the hallway, looking out the living room and listening for Linnie’s snores on the couch. Upon hearing them, Darren ushered the kids out through the door, trying to slither through as to not let the main hallway light wake Linnie up. Darren followed suit, pocketing his wand as he left the apartment, shutting the door softly behind him. After the four walked through the double doors and entered the cold, harsh outdoors, Darren took his wand out and waved it around, making the star shine.

“Uncle Darren? Wouldn’t it be better if we flew over there? We’re polluting the air everytime we use magic to teleport.”, Cassia said, causing Darren to roll her eyes.

“Kid, It’s like subzero out. I’m not spending a whole 40 minutes just to get to your mom and dad’s.”, Darren said, before the 4 of them magically teleported in front of a two-story, periwinkle house. It reminded him of Nora’s, except a bit nicer, and didn’t look like it was about to fall apart any minute. It also had a front porch with a brown rocking chair between the door and window. Upon inching up towards the front door, Darren had noticed the window was glowing, and a figure was walking around, as if they were getting ready for something. 

“Uncle Darren, what do we do?”, Poof asked, while Julie hid behind him, looking somewhat nervous.

“Just hide. I think someone’ll be coming out here in a little bit. Uh…you three, hide behind that wall over there, and get a load of this.”, Darren smirked, his tone lightening up in the last sentence. The three kids did what he had asked them, as Darren crouched down below the rocking chair, just out of sight of whoever was behind the window. It took a good few minutes, before the noises coming from inside the door got louder, Darren picking them up as Wanda’s voice and footsteps. Finally, as the door opened, Darren got into position, activating his wand as Wanda stepped up, wearing a pink button down shirt, black corduroy pants with a belt, and black dress shoes. Her hair was also straightened slightly, but still had her curves on her hands and the tips, and had a little bit of make-up caked on her face.

“Alright alright. I’ll be over here in a minute. I’m about to head to my ca-ACK!”, Wanda screeched as Darren jumped out from his spot, a flash of light illuminating from his wand tip, zapping Wanda. Before a few seconds went by, the light had disappeared and taking Wanda’s place, was a pig oinking helplessly around the front yard. Darren and Cassia exploded with laughter as they watched Wanda run around, while Poof started getting upset, running towards Darren.

“Uncle Darren! Turn her back! I didn’t want to hurt Mommy!”, he cried, while Julie covered her ears and started to tear up, sensitive to all the loud noise.

“Relax relax. She’ll be fine. Just a few more minutes..”

“Now Uncle Darren! Please!”

“Ugh fine you little buzzkill.”, Darren said, grabbing his wand back out and trying to zap Wanda back to normal, only for his shots to miss. “Ugh, if only this bitch would stay still.”

“Hurry Uncle Darren! Mommy’s leaving!”, Poof said, really starting to cry.

“God, I’m trying!”, Darren snapped, a few of his shots hitting the house as Wanda circled the yard, headed towards the back yard. “Quick, the backyard!”

Darren, Cassia, and Poof ran to the backyard, where the pig had somehow managed to jump over the fence. Darren jiggled the lock to the fence and let themselves into the yard, the three of them forming a triangle while Julie watched with a rather scared and confused look on her face. The others concerned Wanda as they inched in on her slowly, before Darren lunged and grabbed her, forcing Wanda to make all sort of squealing noises, just loud enough for the neighborhood to hear. Darren tried to shush her desperately before another light came on in the house, and the back door opened suddenly.

“What the hell is going on here?”, Cosmo yelled suddenly, Darren noticing his clothes were stained with wine. “Darren? What are you doing here? And why are the kids here? And the brat?”

“Daddy, Julie’s not a brat! She’s actually really nice. I-”, Poof tried to defend Julie before Cosmo cut him off.

“I wasn’t talking to you!”, he snapped, glaring at Darren once more, “Well?”

“Uhh..”, Darren stammered, “I may have…accidentally turned Wanda into a pig.”

“That doesn’t explain why the kids are here.”

“Daddy! We were talking about how mean you guys were and then Uncle Darren said we should prank you guys and that he would take the fall, and that it would be funny. But he lied! He hurt mommy and now Grandpa Linnie is gonna be made we snuck out.”

“You’re damn right he’s going to be mad. You three are in a lot of trouble.”, Cosmo snarled, taking the pig out of Darren’s arms, and taking her to the bathroom, taking a snapshot of his phone, and locking the bathroom, deciding to turn her back later. 

“Woah woah woah, Cosmo come on dude. It was just a prank. We were gonna turn her back. Don’t get mad at the kids. It was all my idea anyways. I just thought it would be funny“, Darren said nervously, as Cosmo grabbed his wand.

“Save it. I don’t care who’s idea this was. The fact that the four of you have the nerve to disrespect my family and home like this, especially when you, Cassia and Poof, know what I”m going through and know how much I sacrifice for you two. It’s clear to me that you don’t value me. I guess I’m just some sort of joke to this family. Is that how you see me? A butt monkey?”

“Cosmo, come on. It’s not that serious. Stop being such a self-entitled asshole.”

“Heh, you’re the one to talk about self-entitlement. Living under Papa’s roof and sitting on your ass while he pays all your bills instead of making something of yourself, and then turning my children against me. Why I have half a mind to take them back and never let them see you again.”

“You can’t be serious”

“I am. I’m their father after all. Now, let’s go. I’m freezing my ass off anyways.”, Cosmo waved his wand back to Linnie’s apartment building, leading them all towards the elevator and up the 7th floor, pounding on Linnie’s door hardly, After a few minutes, the door opened, Linnie jumping back slightly to see Cosmo, Darren, and the children looking rather ashamed of themselves.

“Cosmo? What’s the matter? Are you alright?”, Linnie asked, looking over at the kids behind him worriedly.

“Oh yeah, everything’s just peachy. Except these four trespassed my yard and turned Wanda into a pig, before causing a scene in front of the entire neighborhood!”, Cosmo yelled. Linnie frowned and looked at Darren, who shrugged and did a slightly embarrassed smirk. Linnie rolled his eyes.

“Everyone just come in please. The rest of the floor doesn’t need to be hearing this conversation.”

“Oh no, Cassia, Poof, and I are leaving. I don’t need Darren poisoning my kids anymore.”, Cosmo snarled, grabbing the two by their shoulders, “Besides, they’re both grounded for the rest of the month and owe their mother a big apology. I’m done.”

“Oh, like she didn’t deserve it.”, Darren snapped back, “Maybe, if she wasn’t such a bitch this evening, we’d all still be asleep right about now.”

“At some point Darren, you need to learn how to stop being so fucking childish!”, Cosmo yelled, “You can’t just do stupid stuff and not expect any consequences. That’s not how the real world works. You 4 are honestly lucky I didn’t call the cops on your asses for trespassing.”

“Cosmo, can you please calm down.”, Linnie said softly, “Yes, what Darren did wasn’t right but I don’t think lashing out at anyone is going to make things better-”

“Oh, so now you take his side, huh?”, Cosmo yelled, “You know what, it’s fine. I see. I guess I’m just one big joke to everyone huh? Let’s all just take turns trying to hurt Cosmo. You know what, I’m done.”

“Cosmo wait, I didn’t-”, Linnie stammered, before Cosmo slammed the door and stormed off, leaving Darren, Linnie, and Julie speechless. Darren felt his heart sink as Julie started exploding into tears, prompting Linnie to pick her up and hold her as if she were a baby.”

“Dad I-I…I just thought I would be funny.”

“Darren just….I don’t want to talk about it right now. Just go back to bed. I’m going to take care of Julie. We’ll talk later.”

“But it’s not even that big of a deal.”

“Darren, I said go! I shouldn’t have to tell you more than once!”, Linnie snapped, causing Darren to jump. He sighed and did what he was told, as Linnie sat down on the couch, continuing to hold Julie tight.

“Honey shhhh shhhh you’re not in trouble. It’s ok. I’m sorry Darren and Cosmo scared you. Come on dear, shhhh…”

“You are all just like my mommy and daddy.”, Julie cried, “I-I want to go home. I don’t want to be in this family.”

“I know dear. We’ll go talk to the police in the morning, ok sweetheart? Oh, dear me..”, Linnie said, lowering his voice so Julie couldn’t hear, “What am I going to do with them?”

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Tiger Shark

Part 7: The Sail

Chapter 43

Cassia opens her mouth but no sound comes out. Finnick lifts her to her feet and shuffles the three of us into a doorway to get out of the flow of refugees.

Still she has said nothing.

“Not a word, please,” I whisper.

She shakes her head.

I glance at Finnick. He thinks for a moment, frowning, then takes Cassia’s hand in one of his and motions for me to take her other side. He leads us back into the edge of the refugees, keeps us moving forward, slower than before.

“Why are you here?” he hisses after a few minutes. He keeps glancing up, looking for Gloss and Leeg 2 but trying to be nonchalant about it, rather than desperate. I’m not sure it’s working, but everyone in the crowd looks desperate, so maybe we blend in more than I think we do.

“President Snow offered us sanctuary. They evacuated our block.”

The ongoing evacuations have been the only thing on the news besides the continuing reports on Katniss Everdeen and her band of rebels trying to sneak through the Capitol. I had no idea the rebel army had made enough inroads for even Titus Vickers to have to evacuate his penthouse.

“Where’s your dad?” Finnick asks.

Cassia says nothing. She sniffs and keeps her eyes forward.

“We’re not going to hurt you,” I say, trying to give her hand a reassuring squeeze, though with Finnick and I on either side, I’m sure the gesture feels hollow to her. “We’re just trying to end the war.”

“So are they.” Cassia jerks her head at a squad of Peacekeepers jogging in the opposite direction. “And the rebels. And Snow.” For the first time she looks up, first at me, then Finnick. “How many of you are left?”

“Not many,” Finnick says. “Snow had Augustus shot, and Mags and Beck, and Raela. Cashmere and Alvan are dead.”

He says it so quietly and so bitterly and so firmly and I hate it. I hate it all. I hate Snow and I hate the Capitol and I hate the Hunger Games and I hate Coin and I hate mutts and I hate this stupid fur scarf that is tickling my nose and sticking to my lips and strangling me as I suck in too-quick breaths.

Panicking, I yank the scarf from my neck and fling it to the ground. It still feels like I’m choking. I can hear screaming and roaring and thunder and explosions. Clamping my hands around my ears, I drop to the ground.

Dead. All of them, dead. And I can’t even help finish the mission. The mission that was a lie anyway. The mission we went along with because we thought it would be easier that way. Just like the victors thought it would be easier to go along with the Capitol after we won.

Won. Nobody wins.

You just keep playing, and then you die.

The ground shakes. It’s done that before. It’s all in my head. Real or not real? I don’t have to ask, because I know it’s not. I just can’t make it stop. I curl into a smaller ball.

“Move! Annie, move!”

“Annie!” Cassia’s terror is jarring.

I look up. The ground shakes again. It is real.

“We need to get off the street!” Finnick helps me up.

“Katniss…?”

“Didn’t see anyone after I lost them the first time. Inside.” He yanks open the door into an abandoned bakery and we duck inside.

The ground rumbles steadily now and I can hear screams. Peeking out the window, I see a block’s worth of streetlights tip like falling trees several streets over. “More pods,” I say, recoiling from the window and kneeling down as low as I can.

We sit in silence until the rumbling stops.

“We saw your wedding,” Cassia whispers, wide, shell-shocked eyes staring at the wall between Finnick and me. “It was on TV. You looked so happy, so beautiful. Dad always wanted victors to be happy like that. He wanted you to live your lives. You deserved it, he said.” She blinks furiously.

“Cassia,” Finnick asks slowly, “where is he? You were by yourself. Where’s your dad?”

Her gaze rips from the wall to Finnick.

I already know the answer.

“Dead.” Cassia’s stoic face breaks and something between a sob and a scream tears from her. “He’s dead!”

Dead like Megary Fallon.

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We were supposed to help Katniss, but we don’t try to follow anymore. First, we lost Leeg 2 and Gloss, and, Finnick points out as the continuing stream of people outside the bakery grows faster and more panicked, it’s very likely Gloss and Leeg 2 lost Katniss and Gale and that Gale and Katniss lost Leeg 1 and Cressida. And we know Peeta lost everyone, because we are actively hiding in a bakery, and he had only us to follow.

Secondly, we have Cassia. And Cassia has no one but us. All it takes is one shared look for me to know that Finnick can’t stomach leading her to her potential death, and he gets the same look from me.

So we sit and we wait and we cower in this bakery until there are no more refugees on this street.

With cautious frowns, Finnick and I poke our heads outside.

“I think we should move.”

“Yeah,” he says.

It is very quiet.

Finnick calls over his shoulder, “Cassia, let’s go. We’ll keep you safe, I promise. Stay with us.”

She moves between us, taking our hands again.

Finnick looks at me over her. “Stay with me.”

I nod, and we set off down the street, running after the tail end of the flood of refugees.

A handful of rockets roar overhead, sending buildings in front of us toppling. The air is suddenly full of high, pained screams. Finnick staggers, pressing his free palm against his temple, curling his arm and twisting his head against it.

“Hey!” I pivot around Cassia, grabbing Finnick’s shoulder with my other hand. “I’m right here! I’m fine!”

He stares at me like he can’t see me.

“I promise I’m here with you.”

He blinks, eyes sliding back into focus.

I press my forehead against his. “That’s not me. They’re not hurting me.”

Well, they are, but it’s a side effect.

Finnick nods and we start off again, Cassia tugging at our hands as she hurries forward. We must be getting close—we’re nearly caught up to the crowds. Then Cassia stops and stares up into the gray winter sky.

I follow her gaze, squinting and frowning, and then I see them.

Parachutes.

I remember a spile, a loaf of bread from Four, a bottle of drops for water, a tube of medicine for fog blisters, a pair of binoculars, six cinnamon rolls. The children, on the very lawn of Snow’s mansion, remember all these and more. They reach up. What do they hope for? Even plain bread would be-

The first parachute explodes.

And for some reason, I remember the room full of hummingbirds in Special Weaponry.

Rebels and Peacekeepers and Capitol citizens alike flood toward the bombed refugees. I throw Cassia to the sidewalk, hoping to get her out of the way. Finnick is on his knees in the middle of the street, staring.

I move toward him. “Finnick! Finnick, you have to move!”

I have to drag him to his feet. As we turn around, a rebel medic bumps into me. She’s so small I can’t help but turn and stare after her. She spins completely around as she regains her balance and our eyes meet for just a second. Prim Everdeen is in the Capitol.

Then another medic knocks shoulders with Finnick sending them both staggering and Prim turns back toward the bomb victims and I drag Finnick over to Cassia, cowering on the sidewalk. The three of us huddle together, eyes wide in shock that the Capitol would bomb their own children. Already, some Peacekeepers are turning their guns on Snow’s mansion, and there, on the edge, I see her.

“Finnick.” I nudge him, point at the black-clad shape who has shed her disguise of Capitol furs.

He follows my gaze. “Katniss.” He stands up, takes two steps toward her. “Katniss-!”

The rest of the parachutes explode.

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Bonsoir Chapter Two: Head Over Heels

A/N: As most of you know, I took a little break from posting fics. But, here is chapter two! Sorry it took so long!

Here is the song that Bonsoir was based on.

Here is the playlist I made!

Bonsoir Masterlist

Summary: Gregor does as he promised and visits you again.

Pairing: Pre MIA ep!Gregor x F OC!Cassia Nu

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Smut, fluff, oral (F receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap it friends)

WC: 3.1K

Cassia’s alarm goes off the next morning and she wakes up absolutely smiling to herself. This is a first for her. She feels like she’s floating as she gets up to get Wedge’s breakfast, along with hers. She pours out his food and then makes herself some toast and pours a cup of caf. 

She turns on the Coruscant Galactic News for background noise as she hops in the shower. She hears something about Chancellor Palpatine and just decides to tune it out. Cassia hated that guy. Something felt off about him. He looked like a creep.

She allows her mind to wonder to last night and how good Gregor’s hands had felt on her skin. How good his lips had tasted. How good he had felt inside of her. Even if last night remains a one night stand, she’s still glad she went. That park was beautiful and Gregor was actually good company. Better company than a drunk Ehren and Penn would have been, that's for sure. If she didn’t see him again, at least she’d have the sweet memory of last night.

After her shower, Cassia throws on her favorite yellow sundress, tying it at the neck. She throws her hair in a clip after blow drying it. At the last minute, she decides to put on a little bit of mascara and lip gloss before calling it “Good enough” and heads down to the store after kissing Wedge goodbye. 

“So, how was your night out?” Mara smirks knowingly, shelving the box of books that came in. “You look… tired… yet glowing?”

Cassia rolls her eyes with amusement. Nothing ever got past Mara. It was almost annoying sometimes. If Cassia tried to lie about something, Mara would call her on it immediately. 

“Spill. Who are they?” She grins, leaning an elbow on the shelf next to her.

Cassia wants to tell her all about Gregor and the most amazing night she’d had with anyone. She didn’t know what to tell her, though. Mara would more than likely ask if she was going to see him again and she just didn’t know. Gregor had promised he would see her again but she didn’t know if he was just saying that. 

“I met a guy.” Cassia tells her, trying to keep herself from grinning like a fool. 

“I knew it! Tell me all about him!” She pushes the books aside and comes and hops up on the counter as Cassia stops counting the new romance novels. 

With a sigh, Cassia hops onto the swivel stool at the register and prepares to tell Mara all about last night. From how she had debated on staying in to meeting Gregor outside. From the cab ride to making him a flower bracelet. From their first kiss to the incredible sex they had. And as Cassia tells Mara about the ride home, she finds that she can’t stop smiling. 

“Wow.” Mara sighs. “He sounds great. Are you going to see him again?” 

Cassia shrugs, returning to work. “Maybe. If he comes back by.” 

“Do you not think he will?” Mara asks her, also going back to shelving books. 

Cassia thinks about it for a moment. “Honestly, I’m not sure. I hope so, though.”

Gregor seemed different from other men. Kinder. More thoughtful. Definitely better at sex than any other man she’d ever been with.

Cassia already found herself missing that smile of his. 

The rest of the day drags by kind of slowly, which isn’t a big deal for Cassia and Mara. They usually enjoy sitting there reading their books when they aren’t busy. Cassia’s reading a mystery novel that she’d been putting off for a few weeks while Mara sits in the window seat, reading her book. 

The doorbells jingle, indicating someone has entered the store. Both Cassia and Mara look up, finding a clone in yellow accented armor. Cassia stands up immediately, recognizing Gregor. She’s unable to hold back her grin. Mara smirks at her, knowingly. 

Gregor walks over to Cassia, grinning right back, holding a small bouquet of the same flowery weeds she made his bracelet of.

“Hey.” Cassia tries to act nonchalant. 

“Hi. These are for you.” He hands her the bouquet. 

“Wow. They’re lovely. Thank you.” She looks up at him, starry eyed. 

“I saw them and thought immediately of you. Actually, you’ve not left my mind since the moment we parted last night.” He admits. 

She clutches the bouquet to her chest, unable to look away from him. She wants to be cool about it, but Cassia is a romantic at heart and she’s never been given flowers before. She was definitely counting these as flowers now, for sure.

“Hey, I’m Cash’s best friend and business partner, Mara.” Mara introduces herself, shaking his hand. 

“Ah. You must be the responsible, not drunk friend Cassia told me about last night.” He smiles politely at her. 

“That would be me. Did you meet the other two irresponsible ones last night?” She laughs.

“I did not have the pleasure. I think I swooped in and saved Cassia just in time to miss them.” Gregor chuckles, his shoulders relaxing. 

Cassia takes the little bouquet over to the counter and dumps out the pen cup and puts the bouquet in the cup. Gregor walks over to her, sitting his helmet on the counter and then resting his hands on her waist.

“We were just about to close up.” Mara tells Gregor.

“Were we?” Cassia chuckles.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Mara wiggles her eyebrows suggestively and heads out the door. 

Cassia and Gregor stand there looking at each other, both afraid to make the first move. She wants to reach out and touch his face but is afraid. He’s touching her, so that’s a good sign, right?

“Can I-” Gregor starts.

“Please.” Cassia nods, understanding what he was asking.

Gregor leans down and kisses Cassia gently, pulling her closer to him. She sighs into the kiss, relief filling her body that he came back. When they pull away, they rest their foreheads together, looking like a couple of lovestruck teens. 

“I’ve been thinking about you all day too.” She tells him. 

The relief on his face is unmistakable. She wants to tell him more but she knows she’ll turn into a babbling awkward mess if she tries. She was good at reading. She wasn’t good at putting her feelings into words.

“Can I give you something?” She asks him.

“I’d be honored.” He smiles.

She pulls away from Gregor, immediately missing his touch, but walks over to the shelf that has her favorite book on it. She grabs it and takes it to him.

“This is my favorite book. If you don’t like reading, that’s okay. I just… want you to have it. To remember me by when you’re gone.” She smiles up at him.

His eyes go soft and he crushes his lips to hers. He can’t believe how lucky he is to have found such an amazing woman. There has to be a catch, right? She’s perfect.

“Do you want to meet Wedge now?” She asks him when they pull away.

“Do I ever?” He laughs.

She grins and locks the shop door, flipping the sign to show they’re closed and then suddenly the sunlight catches the hanging crystal prisms and rainbows dance across Cassia’s face. It’s like all the air gets sucked right out of Gregor’s lungs. 

“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He tells her.

She stops in her tracks, her heart melting at such sweet words.

“You’re just saying that to get in my pants again.” She laughs. 

He chuckles. “I’m not. We don’t have to sleep together tonight. I just want to look at you and talk to you forever.”

She walks over to him and takes his hand to lead him up the back steps that go up to her apartment. He grabs his helmet and the book she gave him and follows her. 

“Wedge, dinner time.” She calls out.

The chunky orange tooka jumps down from behind the cabinet and onto Cassia’s shoulders.

“Oof.” Cassia struggles to let the furball down as she grabs the food from the top shelf and puts it into his bowl.

Wedge sniffs Gregor’s boots then looks up at him curiously.

“What’s he doing?” Gregor looks uncomfortable and Cassia can’t help but laugh.

“He’s just checking you out. Pet him.” She encourages him.

Gregor leans down slightly to run his hand over the tooka’s soft fur. Wedge immediately purrs, leaning into the clone’s hand. 

“He likes you.” She grins. “Even though you want to change his name.”

“Eh… maybe you were right. He does kinda look like a wedge.” He shrugs and smiles softly as he stands up straighter so the tooka can eat his dinner. 

Cassia takes Gregor’s helmet and book and sits them on the kitchen island.

“Let me give you the official tour.” Cassia offers. 

“Is it okay if I take my armor off?” Gregor asks.

“Yeah, of course! Just sit it in that chair there.” She points to the chair across from the couch.

He kisses her on the head and starts to unclick all of his armor. She can’t help but watch in awe. She’s never seen a clone take off their armor before. He catches her watching and she blushes softly. 

“Come here.” He beckons her over with a warm smile.

She approaches him and he takes her hand, guiding it over the remaining plastoid arm pieces, showing her how to unclick and remove them. When they’re finally done, he’s standing there in just his bodysuit and she runs her fingers over his chest, feeling the smooth fabric. 

“Is this uncomfortable?” She asks him.

“The bodysuit or your touches?” He laughs.

“Your bodysuit.” She rolls her eyes, amused.

“I’m used to it.” He shrugs. “Why, you wanna try it on?” 

“Maybe later.” She winks and starts to lead him through the apartment, showing him her cozy apartment. 

Nothing in Cassia’s apartment matches. It consisted of a hodgepodge of things, creating a cozy snug apartment full of mixed types of furniture, plants, paintings, and bookshelves. It was her favorite place in the world, besides The Spine. If she opens the curtains, she has a nice view of the Coruscant skyline. 

Gregor immediately realizes he’s getting a glimpse into Cassia’s soul. This is who she is and he thinks she’s even more perfect. 

“You’re staring at me again.” She laughs. 

“I just can’t get over how easy it is…” He sighs.

“What?” She asks.

“Falling for you.” He smiles.

Her heart stops for only a second. He’s falling for her. She’s never felt this way about anyone ever. She should be scared, right? This man is off fighting in a war that he didn’t sign up for. He could very well not return to her. That should deter her… but somehow, it doesn’t. She wants to be with him as much as he wants to be with her. 

Life isn’t a romance novel, Cash. A voice in the back of her head tells her.

“Is that so?” She replies to Gregor, ignoring the voice.

“It is.” He nods matter-of-factly.

That's when Cassia notices it. The bracelet from the night before. He kept it. He notices her looking at it and he smiles proudly at her.

"I'm never taking it off." He tells her.

She takes his hand and kisses it. “There’s one room left.”

“Lead the way.” He grins, knowing which room she was referring to.

Cassia opens the bedroom door and walks into the room. It’s not very big. Her bed is big enough for two people and her dressers of course don’t match a single thing in her house. She thrifts most things. It’s not like she couldn’t afford nicer things, she could. She makes decent money at the bookstore. But she loves the unmatched look. It gives her apartment character, she thinks.

Cassia sits on her bed, patting the seat next to her. “This is my bedroom.”

“It seems like it’s very you.” He tells her, looking at the plants hanging in the window next to the bed before joining her on the bed. “I love it.”

Cassia goes warm in the face. “Thank you, Gregor. That means a lot.”

It’s quiet for only a moment before Gregor leans in to kiss Cassia again. Her stomach flutters and she cups his face gently. His skin is smooth and warm under her fingertips. She never wants to stop touching or kissing him.

“I’ve never felt this way before…” Gregor admits, whispering against Cassia’s lips.

“Me either.” Cassia whispers back.

He crushes his lips against hers again and pulls her into his lap. She sighs into the kiss, wanting to completely mold herself to him. 

Who says life can’t be like a romance novel? She asks the little voice in her head.

“I want you so bad.” Gregor moans. 

“You have me.” She assures him. 

He pulls away to look into her eyes, smiling. The action completely melts Cassia’s heart. She knows right then that she’s done for. There’s no going back. She should have known it the moment she introduced Gregor to Wedge. She’s never done that with any of her previous partners.

“I’m yours.” He cups her face, his thumbs brushing against her cheeks, looking deeply into her brown eyes. 

“You don’t think we’re moving too fast?” She asks him.

He shrugs. “Maybe… but who’s to say what’s too fast? Life is short.” 

She grins and attacks his lips again, forcing him to fall back on her bed. Gregor flips her over on her back so that he can untie her dress, letting the straps fall down so that he’s able to kiss down her neck to her breasts, pulling her dress all the way down over her breasts so he can suck a nipple into his mouth, grazing his teeth over it. Her whimpers fill the room and go straight to Gregor’s length. He lets one hand fall down to her clothed warmth and teases her softly.

She can feel how hard he is against her thigh, making her overcome with arousal as she remembers how big he is. She bucks slightly up against him, her wet panties brushing against his hand. He groans, dragging his clothed length against her thigh. 

“Take off your pants.” She tells him. “Please.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He pulls away to stand up, grinning wildly. 

She sits up and slips her dress off, letting it fall to the floor. Gregor momentarily freezes in place with parted lips, finally able to take in just how gorgeous Cassia is.

“Maker… look at you. An absolute angel.” He sighs. 

A soft blush creeps up into her cheeks and she smiles, shyly. “You’re too kind.”

“I could look at you forever.” He tells her, finally slipping his bodysuit off. 

Cassia slips her damp underwear off, throwing them to the floor with her dress. Normally, she’d be a little self conscious, but with Gregor, it just felt easy… like she could be herself.

Gregor climbs back onto the bed again, crawling up to settle in between Cassia’s thighs, placing kisses along them. She sighs, contently, leaning back. 

“So perfect.” He sighs before licking a stripe up her already slick folds. “You taste better than I remember too.” 

She brushes her fingers through his short hair. “You’re perfect.” 

He dives his tongue into her, humming against her, which makes her exhale as she throws her head back against her pillows. When he starts to suck on her clit, she lets out a whimper and starts to accidentally pull away. Knowing that she didn’t mean to, he pulls her back to his mouth and she lets out a sinful moan, wrapping her thighs around his head. He chuckles softly against her as he continues to grip her thighs. 

“You could suffocate me like this and I’d die a happy man.” He assures her.

She lets out a soft laugh that trails into a moan as he inserts his fingers into her. 

“You’re going to cum on my face and I’m not letting you go until you do.” He tells her. “Understand?” 

“Yes, captain.” She grins.

Gregor lets out a deep groan, gripping her thighs so tightly she’s sure to bruise. 

“You like when I call you that?” She looks down at him.

“I think I do.” He grins and then starts sucking on her clit again, expertly.

She’s a gasping and panting mess for the captain below her. Her skin feels like it’s on fire underneath his touch. 

“Where’s your vibrator?” He asks her, his fingers never ceasing.

“How could you be so sure that I have one?” She lets out a breathless laugh.

“Do you?” He quirks an eyebrow.

“I do.” She nods, amused.

“Grab it.” He tells her.

It isn’t a suggestion. She does as she’s told, grabbing her pink vibrator out of her bedside table drawer and handing it to him.

“Pretty.” He teases her, pulling away from her so that he can tower over her, on his knees. 

He turns the little vibrator on, holding it to her clit. She whimpers, jerking underneath him. He grins down at her. 

“Look at you…” He sighs, continuing to hold the vibrator over Cassia’s clit as he starts gently thrusting. “

She bites her lip, feeling the warm feeling already starting to pool into her stomach.

“Hold it here and don’t move it or I’ll stop. Understand?” He takes his other hand, forcing Cassia to look at him.

“Yes, captain.” She moans.

“Good girl.” He lets go of her face, letting his hand slide down her body until he holds both of her legs up so that he can start hitting inside of her deeply. 

Cassia has no coherent words for the man making her feel like she’s transcending. She’s never been treated this good in bed before. She looks up at Gregor, making eye contact with him as he starts slamming into her at a more unforgiving pace. 

“You wanna come on my cock, mesh’la?” He asks her.

“Fuck- P-please.” She whimpers, her soft moans turning into more desperate whines, knowing that she’s getting closer to her orgasm. 

He pulls her up so that she’s seated in his lap, still holding the vibrator to her clit like he told her to. He bucks up into her, unrelentingly so. She holds onto him with her free hand, pulling him into a kiss and he knows right then that he doesn’t ever want to be without this woman. 

As if something between them snaps, they both come simultaneously, gripping onto the other desperately, clenching for each other, moaning loud enough that Cassia is really glad she left the windows closed today.

Between deep panting and chests heaving, they rest their foreheads together. Cassia turns off the vibrator and lets it fall to the bed and pulls him into another kiss, wrapping both of her arms around him.

“Will you stay?” She pants, smiling up at him. 

“I’m not going anywhere.” He promises her with a kiss on the head.

They fall back to the pillows, holding each other, gently placing kisses along whatever skin they can find. They fall asleep like that, both sleeping beyond peacefully for the first time ever. 

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#tcw gregor #tcw #the clone wars #tbb gregor #tbb #the bad batch #bonsoir fic #tcw gregor x OC #captain gregor #tcw captain gregor

[attollogame]

About that author ask thing, I'm curious about number 16 considering there are a lot of scary and/or deadly individuals in Attollo. Are there any characters that haunt you?

Yeah a nice little list; The Atlas Killer, Markos Crowe, Cassia Vakili, Constantine Corbet (unintroduced), and Nezha Vargo.

The Atlas Killer mainly because he really, really digusts me. I think it's a great exercise for writers to write characters they absolutely despise, and TAK is my character for that. He's unsympathetic, he targets vulnerable people without realizing what he's doing is horrid bc he's so caught in his fantasy, and he's just... foul. He's just foul. He's someone you would want to punch as soon as he starts talking.

Markos Crowe only bc of what he's done, which I know (obviously) but you all don't. I think the feeling might be shared when things come out.

Cassia Vakili just creeps me out with her appearance, her morals, and the whole tongue thing. I can't stomach eye, ear, or tongue gore and she does that.

Constantine Corbet comes into major play in book 2 as the sort of 'preacher' for that books main antagonist. I think he's gonna quickly climb ranks as the character I hate most when I really get writing him, aha

Nezha bc, once again, I know things she's done that have yet to come in-game which really, really make her very low in my view.

#thank you!!!! ♡♡♡ #this got long oop but #yeah some char i just #like my face is 🥴 the whole time i write them LMAO

[dhampiravidi]

"Promise you'll still be here when I wake up?" (Cass to Caleb ❤️)

He almost laughed, until he saw the very real fear in her eyes. Cassia's past romances hadn't really come up, so he wasn't sure where that was coming from (or who had hurt her). But he knew that he could make her feel safe. He nodded, adjusting the blanket so she was fully covered. After some great sex, the worst part was always after. He'd been with subs who sobbed, and because he didn't know them like that, he ended up just awkwardly patting their head. Cass, though...he didn't think she'd cry, but if she did, he'd comfort her.

Caleb kissed Cass's forehead. "I'm gonna use the bathroom and clean up--back in a minute, OK?" He was glad that his bedroom was close to the bathroom. Once he got there, he did exactly what he said he would: he used the toilet, wiped with toilet paper, and then wiped himself off again with a baby wipe (hey, they were convenient and hygenic!).

He returned to Cass with a warm washcloth. "I'm gonna clean you off, but if you'd rather do it yourself, let me know." She nodded slowly, clearly a little fatigued after the 3 rounds they'd played. He was careful, peeling back just as much of the sheets as he needed--he remembered hating being cold (and dirty) after his first time. And so, he wiped her inner thighs clean, hoping she liked the warmth in addition to the softness of the washcloth. Caleb had even used scented soap on his hands, so Cass would have something nice to smell as she drifted off. He gently nudged her thighs apart, only cleaning the very outside of where she needed him to. She'd get up to use the bathroom later anyway, and he didn't care about his sheets getting wet (they already had in the past, thank the washer). It was just so she'd feel comfortable.

By the time he was done, she was already asleep. He put the washcloth with the rest of his dirty clothes and went downstairs, bringing back a water bottle and some crackers for when she woke up. Then he lied back and just looked at her: her smile, which was always around; her soft skin, finally going back to its normal shade after he'd teased it pink; her lips, that he loved...she was beautiful and he felt lucky that she'd let him show her.

He looked forward to when she woke up. Until then, he snuggled her to his chest and tried to go to sleep.

#in--somnium #thanks for the ask! #caleb: thread

[pro-fangirls-unsocial-life]

Tag game! Share five random facts about your ocs that you haven’t shared yet, then send this to five others :)

OOooo ok ok ok so I'm going to share some stuff about an OC that I have not posted about yet because I have been having brain rot lately lol

@captainrexisboo and I created a bunch of OC's that we named after drinks and we created a whole squad that we dubbed the "headache squad" and the OC I will be telling you about today is Cider!

This is Cider

Now Cider starts off as kind of an asshole. He is very sour and does not joke around. He is an excellent soldier though. He is very good with any weapon, but he specializes in melee weapons and carries a collapsible Bo staff and a knife strapped to his thigh. You do not want to be caught on the mats with him because he will kick your ass.

Cider doesn't express his emotions well. After a hard mission, he will often be found in the ship hangar, alone and brooding over his emotions. It is only until a fellow member of his squad (Cocoa) comes down and offers him some comfort that he finally learns to open up.

Now, we all have eyes. Cider is hot. So, whenever they are planet side and are at a bar or something, he is constantly hit on. But he hates it because he knows that most of these people are just looking for a hook-up. So someone will come up to him, flirting and trying to introduce themselves and he just looks them in the eyes and says "No." with as much dismissal and venom as possible.

He does indulge in occasional one night stands just to relieve some stress, but he secretly longs for companionship. He wants someone he can love and depend on and someone who will take care of him.

Until one night, he meets Cassia, a sunshiny, kind, shy scientist who was dragged out by her friends. Now their first meeting is a bit chaotic and Cider is a bit of an ass to her because of a misunderstanding on his part, but he is intrigued by her and offers to buy her a drink and get to know her better.

They start dating, and bit by bit, Cider allows more of himself to be seen, not just by her, but by his squad as well. She slowly makes her way into his heart and he becomes a better man for it, learning how to express his emotions and becoming more comfortable in his own skin. He still has some of that sour kick to him, but he has a new kind of calmness and peace about him.

Ahhhh. I'm going to stop there for now because if I keep going this is going to get long but if any of you want to know more, just send an ask! We have pretty much all of Cider's story mapped out (and even have a few drabbles written lol)

Thank you for the ask!

Tag list: @snippy-tano @writer1 @simping-for-fives @just-some-girl-92 @halzore @ct7567329 @a-dorin @rowansparrow @pinkiemme

#pro speaks #oc #oc cider #oc cassia #cassia #cider #clone trooper #honestly if you guys have any more questions about these guys or anything else in this AU you have no idea how happy it makes me to talk- #about them #please dont hesitate to ask more

[akrasias]

something something here’s what he did in part of ancient rome idk dates yet because.. i am lazy & this is all very brainstorm-y

fc for this time period is joaquin phoenix bc i love-hated him in gladiator. he still has the lip scar (?) joaquin has & also. this his fc for isokrates so pretty much from 345bc-758ad

established an olive oil production thing (idk what they’re called) in roman times & became rather wealthy from it; nicknamed ‘the greek’ (graecus)

had servants; decided to free adults who he bought as slaves & into servants (if they wished to take that path) as he had been a slave before. surprisingly was good to them tbh. i really think a part of him thought he was healing his own trauma from slavery by buying & freeing his own & ‘doing good’. (i mean for the time period yes but dhsksh) lots of personal “look at how good i am” splitting in here

personally gave all his servants new names. they weren’t equal in his eyes (as barely anyone is) but they were viewed as ‘rescued’, so he figured they were in debt to him somehow.

had a favorite, which was a young male servant tbh named avilius, taught him to write and read, and filled his head with whatever iso’s hope for him was (he projected on him a LOTTT).

paid for a tutor for him & his younger sister cassia, who he bought both from slavery. didn’t project much onto cassia but he still liked her a lot as well.

this is a period he is actually nostalgic for :’)) & he misses that boy sometimes

& uhhhh

accalia married off to isokrates when she was 13 (listen this was normal for the time & for the time doriano grew up in, not defending it at all but this was normalized. iso / doriano was also used to it. tbh he’d rather be with people that look his own age so she kinda felt like a younger sister & didnt make advances on her)

isokrates didn’t do anything to her tbh not like he can have children so there wasn’t?? much ?? to expect of / rush her into childrearing which so many others did. i think he viewed his servants more like his own kids than anything lol so. him @ accalia was like ‘this is a whole child.’

he gave her the tasks of delegating the household near the olive oil production place & household servants.

#╍ ic / headcanons. #period / ancient rome.

[junicai]

peaches.

| summary | aria’s hiding something. lucas figures out what it is. (partly)

| word count | 4.1k

| warnings | mentions of physical abuse (not real)

| era | November 2019, SuperM World Tour

6. “Isn’t that, like. Illegal?” “Potentially.”

15. “Sh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.”

38. “Where did all those bruises come from?”

a/n: i was not intending on including this plot point so soon, but it really fit with the request and the next thing i knew it was written? so ill just leave this here to stew. first person to guess what’s going on, 10 points to ur house

Aria loved her job. 

Aria loved her job. 

Aria loved her job, but not when she was sore and aching, and the only thing that was on her mind was burrowing beneath her blankets and sleeping for sixteen hours. The bone deep exhaustion was not something new to be experienced, but she wasn’t sure if it ever got easier to endure. 

It was only two weeks into their official world tour and Aria had forgotten just exactly how taxing it all was on the body. Just yesterday, she’d taken a small spill across the stage - having not seen the protruding wire that was coming from the lighting at the front of the stage. Half asleep, her mind was elsewhere right up until the moment the world tilted and the floor came rushing up to meet her. 

Aria had caught herself with her left hand, stopping her face from taking the brunt of the fall but her wrist had twisted beneath her body as her elbow gave out under the abrupt pressure. 

Her cry had reverberated around the stadium and it wasn’t long before seven boys were coming around the stage curtains, making their way over with wide eyes. 

Ten had wrapped an arm around her shoulder to hoist her up from the ground as her wrist was bandaged - Aria had insisted that it wasn’t necessary, but the red ring marking the skin left no room for arguments - and turned her head away from the darkening face of Baekhyun as he crouched down to ask what happened.

Glancing down at the now purple ring of bruises around her wrist, Aria sighed before reaching out to snag the roll of bandages from the countertop where she had put it after carefully unwrapping it from her wrist. She hadn’t wanted to get the wrappings wet under the shower head, but after struggling for a moment to put it back on, she realized that she probably needed a second pair of hands. 

Aria winced slightly, already anticipating the admonishing look she was going to get from Taemin for taking off the support so soon. 

She pulled at the towel wrapped around her body making sure everything was covered before bending over and tossing her hair over her shoulders. She caught the hair in an old t-shirt, wrapping it around once before standing upright and twisting the material onto the top of her head. 

Having flicked her had up so quickly, Aria shot out a hand to steady herself as the world spun slightly. She stayed stationary until the world came level again. 

As Aria sleepily shuffled out of the bathroom into her bedroom, she could have cried in relief when she saw Lucas sitting on the adjacent bed. 

Aria loved her members, that went without saying. But Lucas here meant she didn’t have to shuffle out into the main living area to find someone to help her rebandage her wrist. Lucas would do it for her, and he could never scold her - no matter how hard he tried. 

“Heyo,” Aria greeted, nodding her head at the lanky boy from across the room. “You mind giving me a hand?” 

Lucas looked up, before quickly looking down with a pained look. “You mind putting on some clothes?”

Aria laughed at his face, eyes shut tightly closed and facing the wall. She told him to wait a moment or two, before pulling the folded pajamas and hoodie (she was pretty sure it was Ten’s but at this point it could have been anyone’s) off the duvet cover and quickly pulling them on. The wet t-shirt that had wrapped her hair on top of her head fell to the floor, and Aria picked it up before throwing it into the small basket in the corner. 

“You can look now,” she teased, running her good hand through her damp hair.

Lucas turned back around with a scowl. “We talked about the towel thing, Riri.” 

“Correction: you talked about the towel thing. I laughed at your misery.” 

He glared at her from across the bed. The effect of his hardened stare though, was greatly reduced by the large yellow sweater that covered most of his body, and the way he had tucked himself in to a small ball shape on the end of the bed. “There was a good two and a half minutes of conversation, and I distinctly remember you saying that you’d be more careful.” 

“And I distinctly remember you saying that you’d be staying in the living room to watch Iron Man with Mark, yet here you are.” Aria countered, moving to sit beside him on the bed.

“Yeah, like two hours ago!” 

“Well how was I supposed to know the movie had ended?” 

“Time perception?” 

Aria snorted. “You know I’m bad at that.”

“Well get better at it?”

“But Lucas,” Aria whined now, throwing herself to lie flat on the bed, “I’m in pain and that means I’m not focused. I’m injured doesn’t that automatically mean you have to be nicer to me now?”

“You’re in pain?” Lucas’ voice dropped a tone. 

Aria sat up rapidly, her head spinning slightly at the speed. “No,” She denied.

Lucas levelled her with a look before extending his hand out, turning to fully face her on the bed. His legs folded beneath him couldn’t have been comfortable, but he didn’t seem to mind. “Show me how bad the bruising is again.”

She looked into his eyes and saw nothing but concern. Perhaps a tinge of the humor remained from their previous course of conversation, but it was quickly swept away with a blink. Relenting, Aria held out her left hand and looked away when Lucas inhaled slightly at the purpling skin. His hands were gentle, but Aria still hissed slightly at the contact.

“You took off the bandages?” his voice was softer now, as were his fingers as her carefully cradled her wrists. Aria shook her head lightly. 

“Nah, I just needed them off so I could shower. I wasn’t sure how they’d fair against a ton of deep-treatment conditioner, and I didn’t want them to go soggy or something.” Aria explained, still allowing her wrist to be held gingerly by Lucas. “It doesn’t actually hurt though, I was just teasing.”

“Where are they now?” Lucas questioned, dropping Aria’s wrist back to her own lap. “The bandages I mean.”

She gestured to the other bed in the room, where the beige-coloured roll sat on the pillow at the top of the bed. 

“I tried to put it back on in the bathroom, but..” Aria trailed off, waving her hands around to try and articulate herself without the words. She wasn’t sure if she had made much sense, but Lucas nodded all the same.

Without a word he pushed himself off the bed, socked feet padding across the floor to the other bed. He snagged the tail end of the roll, pulling it towards him before flailing slightly and just grabbing the body of the roll itself when it began to unravel.

He heard a muffled laugh from behind him, and turned to look at Aria over his shoulder. The girl was grinning behind her hand, facing away into the corner of the room. 

“Careful, or I’ll leave you to go tell Taemin-hyung why your wrist is un-supported right now.”

Aria promptly shut her mouth, pout naturally forming. 

Coming back over, Lucas nudged her over with his knee to make room for himself against the headboard. The clean bedsheets folded underneath him, and he settled himself comfortably with his legs spread slightly. Lucas pat in between his legs, motioning for Aria to come closer. 

“C’mere I’ll fix it. I wouldn’t leave you to hyung’s wrath,” he promised, a wide grin on his face.

Aria was still slightly untrusting of his smile, but her exhaustion won over her skepticism quickly and she shuffled up the bed to sit cross-legged in between Lucas’ extended legs. 

His hands were more careful this time - having learnt from the first experience handling her tender wrist - but he made quick work of wrapping back up the bruised area. Aria could see that he was concentrated on getting it right, only muttering a hold that or a is that too tight? once or twice before folding the tail ends into the precisely wrapped material.

“Where’d you put the safety pin?” he questioned, looking back over at the pillow on the other bed incase he missed it.

Aria left her injured wrist in Lucas’ lap, using her good hand to fish out the metal clip from the front pocket of the hoodie she was wearing. She handed it to Lucas with a small smile, thanking him with a light punch to his arm once he pinned the strapping in place. 

“Oh my god I’m tired.” Lucas leant back onto the bed, letting his head bang against the wall with a resounding thud. Aria winced slightly at the sound, but Lucas didn’t seem to mind the minor brain trauma so she refrained from commenting. 

“Same. So so much same. Really just want to go to sleep right now, but if I don’t do something with my hair it’ll be horrendous in the morning, and I can’t deal with another scolding from the make-up noonas. Not twice in a week,” Aria complained, falling forward so her still wet hair fanned out over the duvet. 

“Want me to braid it?”

“You know how to plait hair?” Aria stayed lying down, eyes trailing over the cracks in the ceiling paint. 

“Yeah,” Lucas laughed slightly. “Kunhang wanted to see what he’d look like with little plaits, so I watched a few youtube videos on it.” 

Aria bent her neck at an angle to look at Lucas’ face with squinted eyes. “Promise you won’t make a bird’s nest of my hair?” 

Lucas looked at her with comically wide, sincere eyes and held up three fingers pressed together. “Scouts honor,” he nodded solemnly. 

Aria coughed out a laugh, kicking at him with her feet. “Oh my god how do you even know that, you’re spending too much time with Mark.” 

Lucas laughed with her, shoving her attacking legs away with ease. “Hey hey do you want me to braid your hair or not? I can’t do that if you break a rib.” 

Despite his words, the broad grin never left his face, and he never waited for an answer before Lucas was wrapping an arm around Aria’s waist and tugging her around to face the opposite wall, sitting in between his legs again but this time with her back to his chest. 

“Do you have a hair brush and a few hair ties?”

Aria nodded, reaching over the bed with a hand on Lucas’ knee to grab the aforementioned items off her bedside locker. She handed them back to him, before settling herself comfortably on the bedspread. 

True to his word, Lucas was actually quite good at braiding - Aria was nearly sure he was lying but the three even strands of hair didn’t slowly become a tangled ball of mess as he worked his way down her hair. In all honestly, it was quite relaxing, letting someone else brush out her hair as she sank deeper into the duvet cover as he braided the strands together with ease. 

Even despite Lucas’ hands calmingly carding through her hair though, Aria still shuffled back and forth, rolling her shoulders every now and again. At first, Lucas’ had deigned to ignore her small twitching, but after the seventh time she rolled her shoulders and nearly knocked the strands out of his hand, he stopped.

“Sh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.” 

“Hm?” 

“You’re wriggling and it’s throwing me off.”

“Oh.” Aria looked at her hands. “Sorry, its just the hood - the tag is scratchy and its annoying.” 

“Ah,” Lucas nodded. “It kinda looks like someone tried to cut it off not gonna lie.” 

“It’s not mine, so I don’t care but it’s just annoying.”

“You want to take it off?” 

Aria froze a little, before deliberately untensing her muscles. Now would be the worst time to work herself back up, especially right after relaxing so much. But she wasn’t sure if she could take off her hoodie, the top she was wearing didn’t cover enough of her back, the scooping backline stretched out after years of wear.

“Riri?” Lucas’ voice prompted her out of her thoughts. 

“Hm? Oh- oh no it’s ok,” she fumbled, rubbing at the irritated skin on the back of her neck with a hand. “You’re almost done anyway, right?”

“I still have the other braid to do.” Lucas’ voice was confused now, hands resting on her shoulders. True to his word, only one of the two braids were completed, half of Aria’s hair pulled back neatly with the other half splayed across her shoulder. 

“Oh.” 

Reluctantly, Aria pulled herself out of Lucas’ hold slightly, turning to face him. “Yeah no that’s fine. I’ll just, grab a towel to cover my shoulders? So I don’t get my clothes wet.” 

Aria let out a breath of relief when Lucas’ nodded at her, seeming unsuspicious of her quick shift in mood. She slid off the bed gently, only letting her feet touch the floor briefly before she was reaching forward and snatching the towel from the adjacent bed.

Sneaking a short glance towards Lucas and seeing him distracted, she pulled  the hoodie quickly over her head. Aria wrapped the towel over her shoulders before he had time to look over at her, and held the two ends closely together as she shuffled back into the space Lucas had created again for her. 

He hummed at her, before resuming his methodic braiding process, fingers gentle and hands pushing her head to the side. Unlike before however, Aria couldn’t find it in herself to relax, fingers gripping the towel’s ends closely together in an iron grip. She was so concentrated on ensuring the towel hadn’t flipped up to expose her back, Aria missed the short double pat Lucas gave the top of her head to tell her she was done.  

In fact, she was so concentrated on making sure the towel didn’t slip from her grasp, Aria jerked away from Lucas when she felt him tug gently on the now soaked material. 

Lucas instantly moved away, hands held up. “Woah, chill. I just don’t want you to get sick, the towel is wet.”

Aria nodded, not really listening and moving to shuffle away from Lucas but he had mistaken her nod as an affirmative, hands pulling more insistently on the soaked material. 

This time, the towel slipped from Aria’s grasp, the same moment a gasp left Lucas’ mouth.

Time seemed to slow for a moment, ice trickling down Aria’s back, almost mocking her. She could feel the air around them drop several degrees, the happy, content atmosphere replaced with something else - something cold, something that seeped beneath your skin and stayed there. The air-conditioning didn’t help, goosebumps raising along the newly exposed skin, partially tanned but for the most part covered in purple and blue and green mottled colours. 

Bruises.

Everywhere.

Aria heard more than felt Lucas’ hands clench, an audible crack coming from his knuckles. His hands had retracted from Aria’s sides where they were before, bringing them to his sides in fists. 

“Aria.” Cold. 

No response.

“Aria.” A little more insistent this time.

Still, no response.

“Aria. Where did all those bruises come from?”

Aria inhaled sharply for what felt like the first time in hours. With a single intake of breath, time sped up to meet her, and she scrambled out from between Lucas’ legs, giggling nervously.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she denied, shaking her head. Her hands were already reaching for the discarded hoodie - itchy tag be damned - but Lucas had longer limbs and was a good deal faster. 

He snatched the hoodie from the end of the bed, standing up as Aria shifted her weight onto her back foot. Her eyes were looking over his shoulder, no matter how much he stared at her.

“Aria. What happened?”

She was wringing her hands in front of her, shuffling back and forth. “I - I can’t, it’s fine - it’s fine Lucas, don’t - don’t worry okay?”

Aria made towards the door, hoping that maybe she could crash in Taeyong’s room for the night, but Lucas’ hand on the doorknob dashed that idea into smithereens. His face was dark, darker than she’d ever seen it and when he turned to look at her his eyes were filled with a type of anger she hadn’t known he’d been capable of feeling.

“Miyazu Akari you tell me right now, what’s going on.” His voice was firm, body tense. “Is someone - Is someone hurting you?”

Aria froze for the nth time of the night. A disbelieving laugh broke its way out of her lips. “Oh, oh god no Lucas - that’s not what this is, I- I promise.”

Lucas only dropped his hand from the doorknob, coming to crouch in front of Aria on the floor. 

When had she sat on the floor? 

His face was stony, and Aria wasn’t sure exactly what that meant. Was he angry at her? She wasn’t lying, he was just assuming things that weren’t true. She knew it looked like that, that’s why she hadn’t wanted to tell anyone about it - she knew that this reaction was unavoidable without someone else there to back her up - oh god why did this have to happen right now, Aria was tired and she wanted to go to sleep but Lucas was still looking at her - his face was less stony now but Aria was too panicked to figure out what that meant - yes he’s definitely angry at her, please don’t let him get the hyungs, she’ll never talk her way out of it then, oh god oh god- 

“Riri,” his voice was quiet now, the fire in his eyes poorly masked by worry. “Riri, it’s okay. It’s okay, but I need you to breath. Can you do that for me? Can you breath?”

When had she stopped? 

Aria’s lungs expanded with a gasp, and she coughed on the first intake of air. Lucas only rubbed her back, tucking her face into his neck as she coughed her way through several more breaths - not letting go until he was sure her breathing had evened out again. 

Pulling back, Lucas’ eyes bored into hers, both hands on either side of her face to make sure she couldn’t look away. His legs were bent uncomfortably underneath himself, but he payed no mind to the ache in his knees. 

“Riri, it’s okay. If something’s happening it’s okay but I need you to tell me what’s happening so I can help. Or so I can get someone else to help. Who’s doing this?”

“No - no one,” Aria choked out, throat tight. Her hand banged against her chest as if to kickstart her lungs again. “It’s no one, it’s not that.” 

Lucas looked at her like she was lying. He definitely thought she was. 

God damn it, this was not how she wanted it to come out. 

“Aria you can trust me, I’m not going to hurt you. But I need you to -” Lucas began, being cut off by Aria.

“No, no I’m not. I’m not being hit by anyone, I promise, Lucas.” she looked him in the eye. “I promise.”

“Then what is going on?” 

Aria looked down again. “I just bruise easily, you know that.”

Lucas scoffed slightly, “I know you bruise easily Aria, but you literally look like you were body slammed into a wall.” 

A moment of silence. A flicker of horror. 

“Were you body slammed into a wall?”

“NO!” Aria near shouted, hands coming to cover her mouth in a gasp immediately afterwards. Both of them stilled, carefully listening out for any stirring of the other members.  

After a few seconds, hearing nothing, Aria allowed herself to relax minutely. Downside of hotel rooms meant thin walls, so it was truly a miracle that Aria’s shout hadn’t woken the others.

“I can promise you, no one is listening to us right now. So I need you to be honest with me, Riri.” Lucas’ voice had lost the cold edge to it, now filled with warmth and worry, like sickly sweet honey. 

Aria wanted to gag. She knew she couldn’t lie to him, not directly to his face.

“Can you please- I’ll explain in the morning. I’m tired, I’ll explain in the morning,” she tried.

“We have schedules all day tomorrow, I know full well you’ll avoid me all day and then room with someone else,” he countered. 

Aria could pick up the hurt radiating from his body. He thinks you don’t trust him.

She bit her lip, not letting go until the pink skin ripped beneath her teeth and the taste of iron filled her mouth. Damn, that was going to take forever to close.

“Lucas, I’m fine. I swear to you, I’m fine.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I’m fine.”

“And I’m not buying it. Not when your back looks like that.”

Ok. Half truths.

“Remember the last practice I had with Dream before we left on tour?” Aria’s voice was unintentionally smaller, but she thought it might work in her favour - something proved correct when Lucas leant forwards on his knees. 

He said nothing, only nodded to assure her she was listening. 

“Well. Okay you have to promise you won’t get mad at anyone.”

“I promise.” 

That was absolutely too quick, he was so going to get mad. 

“Jeno and I, were. Messing, right? And- and he picked me up, like the way you guys do all the time, except this time he knew I was kinda down about leaving - just because I was going to miss them, yaknow? - and so when he picked me up, he was real careful about it don’t get me wrong but he picked me up and I don’t really remember what happened because it all happened so fast but-”

“Breathe.”

Aria took in a gulp of air. “Sorry.” 

Lucas nodded at her. It was rare to see him so serious. Aria hated it. 

“Jeno, like, flipped me? Over his shoulder, the fireman carry thingy. But he lost his grip and I think I slid or he tried to catch me and flipped me over fully but. I just kinda remember looking up at the practice room ceiling with my back really hurting.”

Silence. 

It hung in the air like something tangible, like you could take a knife to it. 

Aria wanted to.

“So. You’re telling, me, that you look like you got the life kicked out of you, because Jeno flipped you over his shoulder?”

Aria winced. “Yes.”

“That happened nearly two weeks ago, Riri. The bruises should have faded by now.” His voice was torn, like he wanted to believe her but there were too many questions left unanswered. 

“Well I-”

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?” Lucas whipped his head over to her. 

Aria couldn’t meet his gaze, pulling at the hangnail on her right hand. “I knew it would land Jeno in trouble, and it wasn’t that big of a deal-” 

“Aria your back is black and blue-”

“I knew people were going to overreact and-”

“I’m not overreacting I’m just worried-”

Aria held up her hand, halting the conversation in its tracks. 

“Lucas.” the boy nodded slowly, giving her his full attention. 

“Lucas, I swear to you. I swear, you know I’d come to you if something was wrong. You know I would.” Aria began, voice soft. Her good hand crept forwards to hold Lucas’.

“I bruise easily, you know this. You once threw a cushion at me and nearly gave me a black eye.” Aria reminded him ruefully. “My back, is because I fell; which is Not Jeno’s Fault. We were both clumsy, and we both should have been more careful, but it was a mistake, and I’m fine.”

“But still, why didn’t you tell us?” Lucas cut in.

“You know exactly what Taemin-oppa is like when it comes to worrying. I think he would have made me sit the entire two weeks out. And you reacted like this, how would I have explained this to Baekhyun and Jongin-oppa? They would have taken the entire staff team hostage to interrogate them as to what happened.” 

“Isn’t that, like. Illegal?” 

“Potentially.”

Lucas laughed. It was a nice sound, a sound that rang out through the stale-atmosphere in the room. It brushed away the tension, only leaving that in Lucas’ shoulders and the worry creased into his eyebrows. 

Aria shuffled closer to Lucas, both still sitting cross-legged on the floor. She tucked herself into his arms, knowing that it was both for her comfort and for his. 

“I’m right here, Xuxi. No one’s done anything to me. I’m right here.”

Lucas exhaled quietly, arms tightening around Aria’s body minutely. She could tell he was being mindful of her back now - the presence of the bruises still fresh in his mind. A few words were muttered into her hair, muffled.

Aria hummed, pulling away slightly.

“You trust me right?” Lucas’ voice was wavering slightly.

“110%.”

“Okay. Okay, okay. That’s okay. You’re okay.” Lucas seemed more like he was talking to himself moreso than anything else. 

“We’re okay.”

“Ari-ah?”

“Yes?” 

Aria padded into the kitchen, seeing Taeyong standing there with a small white box in his hands. He turned, and upon seeing her - held out the box for her to take. 

Aria nodded in understanding, hands moving to take the box of medication from her leader’s grip. She turned it over in her hand, eyes scanning the blue label before she looked back up to Taeyong’s eyes. 

They were kind, but around the edges there was a small colouring of pity. 

Aria hated that he gave her the same look each month. 

Nodding in thanks, she spun on her heel, going to put the box in the far corner of her chest of drawers.

On the box, the letters:

 DDAVP, vWF 

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[gray-isnt-real]

Dreaming

TW - mentions of blood, mild gore, and angst

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“Take the boys and get to the far end of the cove-“

His mother’s voice rang out as he was pulled away from the scene. Boats in the distance, his brother being dragged off by Cassia.

Red flashed in front of his face. His mother’s eyes were wide and dull. Deep scarlet stained her clothes.

Calloused hands gripped him as he kicked and screamed. His backside stung hot. Tears rolled down his face; his own screams rang out, so loud it made his head hurt. But his screams didn’t drown out the laughter of the mortals that scarred him, that made his mother bleed-

Martin shot straight up, eyes wide and his heart racing. Tears stained his face, and he felt like he was being boiled alive in this damn room. But he didn’t feel that stinging pain in his back that had felt so real in the moment. The blonde hugged himself tight.

It was a dream.

It was just a dream.

A very frequent dream.

A dream...about a very, very real memory.

He took a deep breath, and let out a heavy sigh. So much for getting some sleep for once. Chris had finally managed to convince him to sleep at a reasonable time, but of course, good deeds never go unpunished. How lovely. Martin let his shoulders slump, let his body relax for the moment. There was no danger. He was safe. He and Chris were both safe...

“Mmm...M’rt’n?”

The muffled, tired voice came from the other side of the room. Chris took up the bed that was set up in the opposite direction. It was simply a habit at this point to sleep in the same vicinity, having grown up in such a crowded space. They’d tried sleeping in separate rooms, but it felt unnatural. So, they’d arranged to share a room, sleeping in separate beds to give each other space. Unfortunately, though, there were some cons to the arrangement, like being woken up by Martin’s night terrors.

“...I woke you, hm?”

“You’re not as quiet as you think you are,” the brunette mumbled as he pushed himself up.

“You’re just a light sleeper,” Martin retorted.

“Only sometimes.”

The younger siren got himself into a comfortable sitting position and looked over at his brother. He could see the glistening tear streaks on his face. “...You had that dream again?”

He only got a nod in response. It weighed heavy on Martin, the events of that day. He could tell. Even as a victim, Martin blamed himself. It was the most bothersome thing to Chris. He could understand it, he supposed, but he hated to see his brother put that on himself.

“…It’s not your fault, you know,” the brunette said softly. “What happened to mom was out of your hands-“

“And what about what happened to the two of us?” the older siren interjected. “What about what you did to yourself?”

Chris glared at him with tired eyes.

“What happened to you was out of your hands. What I did was my own choice. I’ve told you...”

“But you did it because of me,” Martin shot back. Silence fell between them for a short time.

Chris hesitated to respond. He supposed Martin wasn’t wrong. He’d done what he had in response to what had happened to his brother, but it was still a choice he’d made nonetheless. It wasn’t Martin’s doing. It was his own choice to give up his wings. He couldn’t have imagined keeping his wings while his brother felt the sting of the loss of his own wings.

“...I didn’t want you to suffer alone.”

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[pink-chevalier]

Cassia didn't think she would hate everything about middle school on the first day. In the morning, she walked to Jocelyn's house with Aspen and Randell, which was incredibly annoying. They kept talking about things she didn't know about, and Cassia didn't bother asking questions about it because she didn't see the point in doing that. Cassia was happy to see Jocelyn, who was surprised to see Randell with them, but her friend quickly told her about last night. In school, the group was placed in different homerooms, but they had some classes together, and Cassia hated that they all had gym class on the first day. Also, Blossom forgot to mention that the gym teacher can be a jerk and will make them do the most in class. Cassia winces when she hears the whistle, and they start running their laps.

Cassia: *breathing hard* Aspen said it'll be awesome or whatever for me to be friends with Randell. 

Jocelyn: *nods* He told me the same thing in math class this morning. I think he's expecting too much from both of us. 

Cassia: Seriously. Are you going to be friends with him? 

Jocelyn: I'll be friendly towards him, but I'm going to keep my distance. *groans* Why didn't I tie my hair!? Why did I forget my scrunchie!

Cassia: *laughs* Let's be honest, why the hell-Ah! Oh my god, I almost died. 

Jocelyn: *smiles* You're okay! *looks ahead* How is Randell so fast? 

Cassia: *rolls eyes* He's not that fast. 

Jocelyn: You think you can beat him? 

Cassia: Just watch me. 

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