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ansel-rae562 · 9 months

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｡⋆Such bittersweet ending☾⋆⁺₊✧

(Scaramouche x reader)

Conclusion:He always liked you, he really did. But as months passed and you not liking him back, his feelings slowly started to fade. But you started liking him instead. But it's far too late now.

You both were sitting under a tree. It seemed like a perfect moment to confess to him. You were about to speak, when suddenly—

"I'm planning on confessing to Faruzan... I really like her." He said happily. It seems his heart has found another, and all you can do is be happy for him..

"Wait- really? You do?!" Y/N said with a look of excitement

"I was wondering when you're gonna tell me you like her cause it's been pretty obvious for the past months now" She said with a smug smirk perfectly hiding her true feelings

"You knew?" He said, looking surprised

"And here I was, thinking I was sly.. I was just planning on telling you, I didn't want you to feel excluded." He said awkwardly

"So um... are you okay with it?" He asked cautiously

"Yeah! Why wouldn't I? You like her and..." Y/N leaned in slightly to whisper to Scara

"I may or may not heard some rumours that she likes you too~" She said and wiggled her eyebrows and laughed when Y/N saw Scaramouche's face

"Wait.. what? Are you serious!?" He asked in disbelief He started laughing excitedly

"Really!? I mean I knew we exchanged glances every now and then but I wasn't sure— I'm gonna confess later today actually! She's so pretty and nice, I love everything about her. I hope she says yes.." He said with a warm smile

"You really don't mind?"

"Yep I don't mind at all! You're my best friend ya know and besides You and her has this... "She's just a classmate" type of blind thing going on for months and finally you're gonna confess!" Y/N enthusiastically said

"I hope she says yes.. My heart is pounding." He said as he placed his hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat fast. He seemed visibly nervous

"Do you think she will accept?" He started overthinking and looked at Yanara, wanting reassurance

"Yass! Totally, if you want I can help you confess to her, by the way how are gonna confess to her? Through letter or personally?"

"I wanted to do it personally.. I think that would be better, right? I don't want to hide behind a letter." He seemed nervous, still looking at Y/N for reassurance

"Great! Then I'm pretty sure she's gonna accept your confession since she'll think that you are so sincere with your feelings that you want to say it to her personally" She said as she looked at Scaramouche with assuring eyes

"Cheer up, you have a really big chance on her... I can tell" He sighed and looked away in thought for a moment

"Do you... do you really think she'll say yes? I'm just so nervous. Do you think I'll fumble it? Like I've practised, multiple times. But the real thing is completely different. Will I mess up..? I don't want it to be awkward. I have to get it right.. what if I don't..?" He seemed overwhelmed by the amount of thoughts running through his mind and looked desperate for reassurance once more.

"Hey hey hey.... look at me Scara" She said

"You're overthinking again.... Rest assured I'm positive that she'll say yes to you and you'll tell her your true feelings perfectly, I know you think that you'll fail to tell Faruzan what you truly feel but once you come face to face with her, your true feelings will take over you and let you express yourself.... and besides When have I lied to you about something?" She asked as she's like the fortune teller that knows what'll happen to anything throughout their friendship, He looked at Y/N once again letting himself calm down. For a moment he hesitated to speak and then finally replied

"T-thank you, N/N. That helps.. I'm still nervous, but I don't think I'll be able to be completely calm.. I mean, I'm going to confess to the person I like! Of course I'm gonna be nervous.. I just hope I don't make it awkward between us.." He said and looked away at the ground

"I'm pretty sure it's gonna turn out fine Scara... And when and where are you planning to confess to her? If it's around school grounds then I can help clear a place for you and don't let anyone near that place! After all I'm a student council!"

Y/N said proudly as she cheers up Scaramouche to hype him up for his confession

"I'm thinking.. after school.. outside the school building.. It might be public but I've made sure not many people walk there at the time I'll confess." He said as he scratched his arm, still nervous. But with Y/N's encouragement, he seems to be more confident now

"And um.. I'm actually not sure if I'm being too direct or being too vague... I want to tell her everything. But I'm not sure if that'll scare her." He said, biting his tongue

"Faruzan is a pretty direct and bold girl if I say so myself so don't be too afraid to be direct or vague with her, honestly I think she'll appreciate it if you're direct with her"

"You're right.. she's always been very bold and direct, and when I think back to the times we've hung out.. I realise all the hints she dropped. I'm sure she knew how I feel, too.." He started thinking back to all the times he and Faruzan spent time together, thinking about his feelings

"Do you think she liked me all this time?" His voice was filled with hope and excitement

"Yup! I mean you both are obvious with your feelings for each other" He giggled and looked at Y/N, full of joy

"I can't wait to tell her, I really can't wait. It's finally time for me to confess. I'm so nervous, but I'm sure she'll say yes. Everything is finally falling into place..." He let out a sigh and seemed relieved.

The school bell suddenly rang signalling that recess is finally over and time to get back to class, Scaramouche and Y/N bid eachother goodbyes and went to their classes waiting for the hours to go by till after school

At the end of school, Scaramouche left the building to face Faruzan and finally, confess to the person he likes the most and has liked for the longest time. His heart pounded fast, but he remained determined and walked towards the place he chose, He looked around to check if no one was here and then took a deep breath.

"Faruzan..." He said, looking for her, Faruzan went out behind the tree to see Scaramouche

"Hey Scaramouche! So what do you wanna tell me?" She asked as Y/N was far away watching the two interact exited for what's about to happen.

Scaramouche looked at Faruzan, still nervous but more confident now that he's there. He took a step closer, trying to find the courage to confess to her

"Faruzan, there's something I wanted to tell you for a long time... Can I tell you?" He asked, almost in a whisper, Faruzan looked at Scaramouche

"Sure, Go on..." She said with a sweet and sincere voice awaiting for Scaramouche to say what he wants to say

"Um.. well, I like you. I have liked you for the longest time actually." He said as he took a deep breath and looked down for a moment He paused, before looking back up at Faruzan and smiling warmly

"Every time we went out, I was always so nervous. Every second I didn't spent with you, felt like an eternity. I love spending time with you, you make me feel at ease even just by being next to you." He said, still smiling Faruzan looked at Scaramouche with a surprised expression as her face turned red and looked down

"I- well....." She sighed

"I actually like you too... A lot" She said and scratched her arm out of nervousness

"The way your eyes shine when I look at them and you make me feel these things that no other person made me feel, the times I spent with you are the best ones for me cause you make me feel safe... And special" Faruzan said as she looked into his eyes and a gust of wind flew by blowing Faruzan's blue hair along with the wind making her look ethereal in his eyes and as if time slows down. He was shocked by Faruzan's confession, feeling red on his cheeks He smiled at her and blushed as he looked at her.

"Faruzan, I'm so happy you feel the same way. I don't know what to say, you make me feel safe and special too." He said, then took her hand and held it tightly

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this moment." He said and smiled once again. Faruzan giggles as she held onto Scaramouche's hand softly

"I was actually dreaming and wishing for this moment thinking that this would never happen but oh well.... Here we are" She smiled softly, Scaramouche also smiled

"Faruzan, I have a question. Would you want to be my girlfriend?" He asked while looking at her with a warm smile He didn't seem nervous anymore, he knew exactly how he felt now and he was confident that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Faruzan, and only with her

"Ahahaha! Yes!" Faruzan said excitedly and hugged him tightly almost like jumping onto his arms He was surprised by her hug, but he wrapped his arms around her tightly, enjoying the feeling of her embracing him. He then lifted her up and looked at her with a warm smile, before kissing her lips tenderly, Faruzan kissed him back lovingly seconds later they broke eachothers kiss

"Faruzan, I love you." He said softly while looking into her eyes

"I love you too, Scaramouche" She said as they hugged eachother for awhile before Faruzan broke the hug and held onto Scaramouche's hands

"So do you... Want to hang out? There's a new cafe that is near our school"

"Of course, I definitely want to spend as much time with you as possible. Let's go find that cafe!" He said excitedly while holding her hand tightly He had already started walking as he was waiting for Faruzan to follow.He couldn't wait to spend time with her and have all her attention to himself.

Scaramouche and Faruzan walked away side by side with hands on each others embrace, the moment being so romantic and lovely, Y/N stood far away watching them with a smile on her face

"Please take care of Scaramouche, Faruzan...."

'if he's happy then I'm more happy for him'

Y/N thought as she walked away the opposite direction to them leaving them happily ever after.

As Scaramouche and Faruzan walked away together, he was lost in thought, thinking about their future together. He didn't care what would happen in the future, his biggest concern was that he had Faruzan as his girlfriend now and that was enough for him, he was happy. He squeezed Faruzan's hands tightly which made him smile. He had to thank Y/N in the future, as she helped him find the courage to confess to Faruzan.

"She always knew he would end up with Faruzan, it was meant to be that way......"

#scaramouche #fem reader #faruzan #genshin impact #genshin imagines #modern au #highschool au #angst no happy ending #angst #scaramouche angst #scara x reader #he fell first she fell harder

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diamondsunbursts-and-marblehalls · 1 year

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anne shirley and gilbert blyth are the greatest enemies to academic rivals to hesitant allies to friends to acquaintances to lovers story to ever grace literature.

#and to think all of that could have been avoided if she wasn't so prideful #he fr pretended to date his family friend who no one knew was engaged to someone else to make it look like he wasn't heartbroken #over an orphan with red hair #he had to almost die for her to realize she was in love with that boy #he recovered after she told him she loved him #he literally saved her life at least once #academic rivals to lovers #he fell first she fell harder #anne shirley #gibert blyth #anne and gilbert #shirbert #lucy maud montgomery #anne of green gables #anne of avonlea #anne of the island

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number-one-shadisper-shipper · 9 months

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#silvaze #cutie pies #these two are so cute #silver the hedgehog #blaze the cat #he fell first she fell harder #silvaze fanart #ship art #sonic fanart #sonic posting

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ar3sisme · 8 months

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#boyxgirl #fluff #love #thoughts #kisses #fantasy #he fell first she fell harder #strangers to lovers #books

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aerequets · 4 months

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you know what would be so good? if twilight begins relying on yor's reactions instead of his self discipline when it comes to them getting closer

because that means that when Yor doesn't hit him or kick him out of instinct when he's gotten close, he's gonna have a moment of OH SHIT WHY ISNT SHE DOING ANYTHING MOVE BACK HIT ME KICK ME DO SOMETHING and realize that not only is yor his weakness, but he's also weak for her

#epitome of she fell first he fell harder #spy x family #loid forger #yor forger #sxf #twiyor

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narutosfrog · 1 year

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suzanne collins fucking produced a masterpiece. i'm reading hunger games for the millionth time and EVERY TIME i fall more in love with it.

i'm kicking my feet over the fact that katniss already had a little crush on peeta before the hunger games started and she didn't even realise it. like — during the parade, she holds onto him because he's so strong and solid as rock and then he smiles at her and tells her fire suits her and she has to stop herself from getting butterflies!!!!! i fucking love them. katniss is one of the best written characters EVER and i am FOREVER a simp for peeta mellark.

i could talk about hunger games for HOURS. favourite "he fell first but she fell harder" trope. gale can choke

have a good day everyone:)

#hunger games #suzanne collins #peeta mellark #peeta supremacy #katniss and peeta #katniss everdeen #peeta and katniss #everlark #he fell first but she fell harder

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quotergirl19 · 2 days

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Colin: I’m going to assess your skills in order to help you find the right husband.

Penelope: But I have no skills… is there perhaps a book I can read for tips. I love books.

Colin: Stop talking about books for a minute and let me see you flutter your lashes and fan your bosom at these men over here.

Penelope: They ran away screaming. I’m going to die alone. Will you kiss me once just so I know what it’s like?

Colin: Well, alright. *he kisses her once*

Penelope: Did I do it right?

Colin *unable to hear anything over the sound of blood rushing into his erection*: I’m sorry what? We should practice a bit more while I take your dress off in a carriage. Strictly for educational purposes of course.

Penelope: I’m nothing if not devoted to my studies. How are you with buttons? Never mind, rip the bodice if you must.

20 minutes later…

Penelope *topless in the carriage*: Our friendship is the best.

Colin *muffled because Penelope’s breast is in his mouth*: Sure is.

#Quotergirl mini fic #Bridgerton #polin #bridgerton season 3 #bridgerton netflix #Netflix #colin x penelope #penelope featherington #colin bridgerton #penelope x colin #friends to lovers #she fell first he fell harder

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latteart98 · 6 months

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That’s it, this is the post.

#she fell first he fell harder #twinkling watermelon #kdrama

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feyreswaterybowels · 1 month

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⭒The Silent One⭒

#2 Azriel x Fem!OC

⭒Part 1⭒Part 2⭒Part 3⭒Part 4⭒

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: Cassandra decides to join the IC for dinner. Things feel weird and wrong but also…safe and comfortable. She opens up to them about her past traumas and gets to know more about them.

Warnings/Tags: mentions physical and visual sexual abuse in the recent past. describes physical violence. trauma. mute character. slow burn. protective!azriel. protective!IC.

Authors Note: All reblogs, likes and comments are welcome, appreciated and encouraged! Let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list for the next part! Regular italics are inter thoughts while bold italics are her communicating with other people mentally.

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“Relax,” Nuala cooed as she helped Cassandra ease into the large bath, warm and floral scented.

Cassandra had never been in a bath like this. Only one suited for regular fae without wings. They had been cramped and uncomfortable and nearly impossible to bathe everywhere without hurting a wing. But this bath? It was huge and could easily fit multiple people with and without wings. It stretched all the way to one of those glassless windows where the water spilled over in a soothing stream.

She leaned back when Nuala prompted, letting her wings float in the water. It was so nice the way they felt so weightless. Nuala tilted her head back and their eyes met as she cupped her hands with water and poured it over Cassandra’s white hair. She lathered it with a nice smelling soap, massaging at her scalp.

It was difficult to lay there and relax while someone else washed her hair. It reminded her of the mistress, how when she bathed her and washed her hair it was rushed and rough and…and when she washed her hair like this she would sometimes push her head under the water and hold her there—

Cassandra bolted up with a gasp, hands coming up to wipe away the water that fell down from her hair and over her face, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She whirled around, wide eyes catching Nuala’s, trying to desperately apologize for what she had done. The female just shook her head gently.

“It’s okay,” She said, “would you like to be left alone for a moment?”

Cassandra considered this, she both wanted to be alone and have someone else around. But she nods her head. Cerridwen walked in then, a stack of something in her hand.

“Clothes for you,” she said, sitting the stack on a shelf across the room. “We will be back but if you finish with your bath and wish to dress before we return the clothes will be here.”

Cassandra nods. She doesn’t know what else to do, but the females seem to understand, offering her small nods in return before leaving the room—the heavy door closing as they leave the bedroom the bedroom.

She sinks down in the water once she’s sure she’s alone. So much has changed in such a short time and she’s still not sure if this is all real. These people…they could change any moment. Drag her from this huge room and throw her into a prison cell and use her for whatever they pleased.

Turning in the water she pushed herself towards the other end of the tub, the one that waterfalls over the edge. What she sees there takes her breath away, an audible gasp leaving her lips.

The first thing she notices is all the lights, it looked exactly like the painting she saw with Morrigan. There was so much to look at. But what she really wanted to see was the beautiful sight above that. The night sky. The thousands of stars twinkling above, surrounding a bright moon.

She could have cried looking at the sight. But not because she felt sad, she felt safe. Comfortable. Content. Like this was where she was meant to be.

Eventually she did get out of the bath, drying herself off with the fluffy white towel that was unnaturally warm. She stopped in front of the mirror, surprised at her own reflection. She looked so different from the last time she actually saw herself. Her skin that was once a golden caramel color was lighter and ashen, dark circles under her green eyes. Her white hair slicked back with water was thinner than when it used to fall in thick ringlets as a girl. Her rib cage and hip bones protruding in a way they always had but wished they hadn’t. She had wanted a thicker, fuller body like the girls she saw at the pleasure houses. A strong body like her mothers used to be. A body that could hold up her wings and maybe one day…fly.

She had gotten dressed before Nuala and Cerridwen returned. The clothes weren’t like anything she’d ever worn before. Cream colored pants that were lined with a fuzzy material that was softer than anything she’d ever worn before. The top was a matching cream, flowy top with sleeves that stopped at her elbows and buttoned up the back to accommodate her wings. The shoes were white, flat and slipped on her feet easily.

She chose not to attend dinner that night. She wasn’t sure she could stomach any food. The twins looked disappointed. Her decision had been made to gauge how she would be treated if she didn’t have dinner with this high lord male.

She didn’t leave her room the following day either.

Or the day after that.

No one bothered her. No one came to drag her from the room kicking and screaming. No one beat on the door or called her horrible names. No one held her down or forced the food into her mouth. In fact no one except Nuala and Cerridwen came to her room at all.

And when they came they would bring a small tray of food, she only ever drank the tea and ate the biscuit and left everything else. She didn’t want to take too much before knowing if she was expected to do something in return.

When she finally felt safe enough she agreed to dinner on her fourth night. Nuala bathed her again. She couldn’t help the panic that overcame her once again as the female washed her hair but she cooed at her, soothingly before getting up and leaving her to finish alone as she had the first night.

Cerridwen took on fixing her hair, drying and styling it into waves that fell over her shoulders. Once she was done and dressed Nuala put a cream on her face and spritzed her with something that smelled sweet.

When they were done she felt like a different person. She felt clean. Comfortable. Alive.

There wasn’t much time to dwell on her feelings of finally leaving the room before Nuala and Cerridwen pulled her up and escorted her down the maze of hallways.

“Just two doors down, you’ll find the dining room,” Cerridwen pointed down the hall with a small smile. Cassandra wanted to ask why they weren’t also joining but when she turned to face them they were just gone as if they disappeared into thin air.

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Walking into the dining room was a weird feeling. Cassandra didn’t feel like she belonged there. In the fancy room, with a huge table filled with foods…foods she had never seen before. The four people she had met three days ago—and another she hadn’t met, all sat around the table talking in hushed whispers.

Azriel was the first to look over. His eyes met hers and offered her a small smile. “Cassandra,” his deep voice greeted.

“I’m glad you decided to join us this evening, please come sit,” Rhysand said, standing and motioning to the empty seat next to him, where Azriel would be on her other side—Morrigan in front of her and Cassian next to her. The other female at the opposite end of the table from Rhysand.

Cassandra hesitated for only a moment before walking over and realizing that the chair was designed to accommodate wings. She wouldn’t have to sit at some weird angle to be comfortable. Her eyes meet Azriel’s, the gentle look on his face a comfort she needed. He stood from his spot, sliding the chair out and gesturing for her to sit.

She felt eyes on her as she scanned all of the food in front of her. She had never seen so much food.

“I trust everything went okay the last few days?” Rhysand asked as he took his own seat once again.

“I freaked out a little when Nuala was washing my hair…” Cassandra admitted, shoulders hunching in embarrassment.

“That’s okay, no need to be upset. You’ve been through a lot, it’s expected. Nuala and Cerridwen are understanding and won’t hold it against you. You have my word on that.”

She wanted to say thank you again but didn’t feel it was appropriate. She didn’t know what else to say so she nodded her head and looked towards that other female, freezing as she looked into glowing silver eyes. She had never seen anything so…beautiful and terrifying at the same time.

A snort to her side caught her attention and she looked at Rhysand.

“Sorry, I just heard that,” Rhysand said, Cassandra’s eyebrows pulled together before realization dawned on her. The comment about the other female… “Amren.” Rhys supply’s the name.

She looks back to the female, to those eyes that make her not want to look away.

“Hello, girl,” She greets, and it’s not a terrifying rumble, but a genuine greeting.

Cassandra offers a small smile, feeling a draw to the small female. No one else spoke so she reached for a plate but before her fingers could even graze it, it filled with food before her eyes. She blinked at it in shock, looking to Rhysand to see if he had done it.

There was a small smile on his lips as he shook his head.

“The house is enchanted, it does what it pleases. You wanted food so it filled your plate for you,” Azriel spoke, she looked over at him then back at the plate.

Oh, wow. She thought…the food had even been diced into smaller pieces as she had told Rhysand. Her eyes fell on the wine glass in front of her—she wouldn’t drink it, couldn’t, so she looked at Azriel again then around the room. Water. And just like that, a glass of water appeared in front of her.

Cassandra felt the corners of her mouth twitch up, eyes meeting Azriel’s again then Rhysands before she grabbed the glass of water.

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“It’s pretty awesome, right?” Cassian spoke, his long hair that had been pulled back earlier now fell to his shoulders.

Cassandra nodded in answer, sitting her glass back on the table. Rhys took his seat, grabbing his wine glass, silently observing the female as she reached for her fork.

“I’ve never had this much food before…”

Rhys isn’t surprised but he’s not expecting the words and they make his heart hurt.

“Eat as much as you’d like,” Rhys says warmly, watching as she scoops up some warm potatoes and brings them to her lips.

“Mm” she hums, eyes closing. “That’s so good!” Rhys doesn’t answer, he can tell she’s not speaking to him consciously, she’s just thinking, not a single mental shield to protect her fragile mind.

It’s the next bite that wipes the small mine from all the faces. No longer an exploratory bite but a ravenous one. One after another, eating quickly and without restraint. Eating in a way that meant she had been starving, had never had an adequate food supply, had never been allowed to eat more than what was given.

She didn’t speak and neither did they. None of them would tell her to stop or slow down, all having been there at some point in their lives. They had all known that hunger at one point or another. So they let her eat. And drink. And eat some more.

Potatoes. Greens. Fruit. Meat. Bread. A plate appeared next to her holding a slice of cake and she ate that too—she had never had cake before but no one else at the table knew that.

It’s only when her plate is empty that anyone speaks up. It’s Cassian that asks, “How do you feel you’re settling in?” It’s an attempt to bring about a conversation without making her uncomfortable.

Cassandra takes a slow sip of water, breathing deeply as she does before looking at Rhysand who nods in confirmation that he’ll give her answer.

“Honestly…I feel more comfortable here than I have ever felt anywhere else.”

“That’s wonderful! We want you to be as comfortable as possible,” Morrigan chimes in, excited as if she’d been waiting to talk to Cassandra for the past three days. “When we didn’t see you for three days we were worried—well I was. The boys wanted to give you some space.”

“I didn’t know what was expected of me,” she says, Rhysand repeats her and she’s met with confused frowns. “That’s why I stayed away, didn’t eat much. I didn’t know if anything would be…expected of me in return if I did.”

“You have no debt to us, Cassandra. Nothing is expected of you,” Rhysand speaks, his voice firm but gentle. “If you wish to come to dinner you eat your fill until you’re satisfied. If you need clothes you wear what you like and it’s yours to keep. Nothing will ever be taken or held against you as punishment of any kind.”

Cassandra blinks at him, feels the wetness in her eyes as she nods. There’s just one nagging question in her mind, one she needs an answer to before she gets too comfortable.

“Why am I here then?” She asks, setting her fork down on a freshly filled plate, half as full as before.

Rhysand lets out a sigh before telling the others what she’d asked.

“You are here because I received word from one of Azriel’s spies—I’ll give you a more in depth explanation on what that means at another time—that pleasure houses in my court were buying and selling females against their will,” Rhysand begins to explain. “See we have many pleasure houses in Velaris but it has always been law that consent is the main requirement for anyone involved. Those who work or visit have to be there because they want to be there.”

“So, when we got word this law had been broken, Rhys sent us out to patrol the pleasure houses,” Azriel said, drawing her attention to him, “he needed solid proof of the law being broken before he could step in. Cassian and I, we saw you there. Scared. Frightened. Clearly not there of your own free will and didn’t feel it was safe for you to stay there.”

Cassandra looked at him, taking in the shadows swirling around him. His kind hazel eyes, the blue siphons glowing on his scarred hands. Remembered how when her eyes first landed on him on the other side of those bars she had been absolutely terrified of him.

“What about the…Mistress?” She asked turning away from Azriel to look at Rhysand.

“You no longer have to call her mistress, her name is Kamari. She is still here in our cells, she’s not been harmed. We are working to gather some intel from her. Who her bosses are, where they are buying the females and any other information we can get from her. She’s been cooperative in giving us the information we need to stop this from happening to any other females,” Rhysand said, eying the female in front of him before looking to his second in command.

“Do you have any information that may help us, girl? Anything we could use against that female to get more information?” Amren asks, fixing her smoky eyes on the female.

Cassandra was quiet for a moment, thinking. Trying to piece together everything she could remember. She looks up and nods her head. Everyone seemed to sit a little straighter, their full attention on her alone.

“My father is the one who sold me to a male named Vale. Blue skin, a long deep scar across his face, black eyes…mean and very strong—”

Rhysand hold his hand up, relaying the information to Azriel and you watch curiously as one of his shadows darts away and out of a window.

“Cassandra, do you mind if I open up a channel for everyone to hear what you say to me? It will help us find these people,” Rhysand asks, she doesn’t need to think before she nodded. She wanted to help in any way she could. Help any girls going through what she did and stopping more from going through it.

“Please, continue,” Rhysand encouraged.

“The male, Vale, had bought other females. He kept me me in a dark room under his home with three other females. He—he raped one of the girls many time but not me or the other two girls. He said he would get more money for us if we stayed…untouched.” Cassandra’s stomach rolled at the memories. Nauseated, remembering the cries of that poor girl every time that man came down stairs and hurt her. She could see the anger in the eyes that surrounded her, could practically feel it radiating from them. Their fists and jaws clenched tightly, wings rigid and shoulders taunt. But she continued.

“I stayed there for a few months before he took me to that…pleasure house? I’m not sure what happened to the other girls. I think he may have kept the one he raped.”

“Do you know their names?” Cassian asks and she’s nods. How could she ever forget them?

“Seera, Juno and Neema. I believe Seera and Juno were sister but I’m not completely sure. We tried not to talk too much because it made the male very angry,” She took a deep breath, trying not to remember the time he had nearly crushed her throat for merely asking to use the bathroom.

Unbeknownst to her she had sent that mental image to them who were seething with anger at what this poor girl had gone through.

“Once I was at that place I was introduced to Miss—I was introduced to Kamari,” She continued, needing to get away from the memories of that male. “She was in charge of my training. She stripped me naked, told me I would never own a pair of clothes again. That I was to be naked and ready for any male to take me whenever they pleased. I was to learn things that would…please these males. Anytime I refused I was beaten. So, for months I watched other females pleasure males in many ways. But only watched. They said—she said I would be sold for a lot of money for being untouched. That whoever paid the most could do whatever they wanted to me. When I saw the two of you I thought—” She swallowed thickly eyes shooting between Azriel and Cassian. “I though you were going to—”

Her voice cracks and she looks away. Morrigan pushes out of her chair, walking around the table. “Can I hug you?” She asks.

All Cassandra can do is nod letting Morrigan wrap strong arms around her. Hugging her tightly. Holding her in a way that reminded her of her mother before she died. After a moment Morrigan pulls away offering a napkin to wipe her eyes.

“Cassandra, dear, we can be done for today if it’s too much to continue,” Rhysand offers gently.

She nods gently, feeling as if maybe she wasn’t much help at all. The rest of dinner is spent in silence, Cassandra hunched into herself while the other four fae think about killing everyone who hurt this innocent girl and many more.

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It’s later that evening when Cassandra slips from her room. The stone floor is cold under her feet and the satin nightgown doesn’t do much to keep the cold from her skin so she tucks her wings around her body.

She makes her way to the roof of the house, a training area the twins had told her was up here—they had also told her it was the best place to view the stars.

It’s a breathtaking sight. The wind whips her hair around as she walks to the edge. The lively city sparkling below while the endless sky shines above. Beautiful. She sighs gazing at the sight of the silver moon and tapestry of stars.

“I wasn’t expecting anyone else to be up here at this time,” Cassandra spins around, sighing in relief when she spotted Azriel, she hadn’t heard him come out at all.

“Sorry, I couldn’t sleep. I always loved looking at the stars,” She said, grateful Rhys had made it to where she could communicate—at least with the few people here.

Azriel gives her a lopsided smile that makes her heart stutter. “No need to apologize, that's why I’m out here too. The night sky has always been…soothing.”

She turns back to the ledge as he walks closer.

“You know, my father he was ashamed to have children with wings,” Cassandra said, as Azriel watched her from the side, her white hair shining in the moonlight—those green eyes glowing again. “He kept us locked away, and didn't want anyone to see us. My mother had her wings taken when she was a teenager. She said normally they just clipped them but her father was especially cruel and completely took hers away. Well, when my father was drunk enough or didn’t come home some evening my mother would bring us out and let us look at the stars, she taught us the constellations. And I got to see Starfall with her only one time before she died. It was…the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. After she died I never saw the stars again—not until the night you and Cassian took me away from that horrible place.”

Azriel did his best to simmer his anger, to clutch his shadows tightly that so badly wanted to reach out and comfort the female—to wipe away the glistening tears on her cheeks. She looks over at him then and he looks up at the sky so as not to reach out for her.

“Your mother seems like a lovely woman,” He says, hoping the opportunity to talk about her mother may make her feel better.

The smile that came over her face wasn’t what he was expecting. The way it lit up her face had his shadows singing in his ear. Beautiful. She’s beautiful.

She wiped her cheeks with one hand and nodded.

“She was amazing. She tried to protect us from him but she was just as afraid of him as we were. She didn’t know how to get out. But she took care of us. She was still young when she died—he says she died from taking some kind of herbs, that she took her own life. But I—I always believed he did it.” Azriel took in a shuttery breath.

“I’m sorry,” He said, struggling to find the words to comfort her.

“Me, too. I wish I could have protected her the way she protected me. But now she’s up there with the stars looking over us. Watching me, I think she would be happy I got out. I just hope I can help protect someone else the way I should have protected her.” She folded her arms across her chest and turned away from the ledge. “I think I’ll try to get some sleep. Goodnight, Azriel.”

Azriel watched her walk away. Night gown blowing in the wind, the beautiful broken girl disappearing into the shadows.

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Punch At First Sight

Summary: Anthony Lockwood x Fe!Reader -> You and Lockwood have met a few times before, however after a punch to the face for the third time, Lockwood, which a push from Lucy, decides to make things different.

Disclaimer: Multiple uses of the f-word. Mentions of accidental violence, ghosts, Kipps being a dick, a slap across the face. Fluff, angst, hints of jealousy, and Lucy giving Lockwood a needed talking to. Not Proof Read.

It was meant to be an easy case.

A couple of type ones haunting an abandoned building just outside of London. The local ghost hunters had all created that big of a myth they had scared themselves away. And the cost of a Fittes agent was too high of a price for the type of ghosts they had. So, Lockwood and Co were the business chosen.

Only, it would have been nice to know if one of the previous agents had reached out to an old friend to take care of the job as well.

But, no.

Instead, whilst listening out for the ghosts, Lockwood stepped around a corner and when getting ready to attack what he thought was a ghost, he was met with a punch to the face and then a voice calling out; “Oh my god, you’re human.”

“Do you make a habit of punching ghosts?”

Then, through watered eyes, he saw the outline of the person who had punched him and it seemed she had clear enough vision in the dark to recognise him.

“Lockwood?”

“Wait.” he knew that voice. “Y/n?”

“Holy crap. I am so sorry. Are you okay? Wait. Why are you even here?”

“The same as you, I’m guessing. Unless you tend to sneak into abandoned buildings at two in the morning.”

“Sophie didn’t even tell me they hired someone else. Are you sure you’re alright?”

Lockwood managed to stand up straight this time just as Lucy and George came running round the corner.

“We heard a scream.”

“What’s going on?”

George looked from Lockwood to you. “Y/n?”

“Hi, George.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Nice to see you, too.”

“She was hired.” Lockwood explained just before Lucy spotted him.

“Holy crap, are you okay?”

Lockwood nodded. “Just a little stunned.”

“I really am sorry.”

“We really have to stop meeting like this.” Lockwood said, with a slight smile as he looked at you.

Then came a scream.

“Considering we’re all here and considering no-one else was hired to do this job-” George began.

“That wasn’t a human.” Lucy finished.

“And since we’re here with minimal weapons.”

One of the ghosts, a woman, came floating through a wall and turned to look at them.

“Run?” you offered.

“Run.” Lucy replied.

Making a break for it, you all tried to outrun the ghost before another one of her friends joined her, pushing all four of you down a different corridor.

“I’m Lucy, by the way.”

“Y/n. Nice to meet you.”

“You, too.”

By the time the sun was beginning to rise over the city, you all made it back to Portland Row where a fresh bruise had made its way to decorate Lockwood’s face.

“You have a hell of a punch.” Lockwood said before prodding his own bruise in his reflection of the pan on the stove.

You chuckled, pulling a bag of peas from the freezer before closing it and walking over. “Quit moaning. It could have been worse. Here.”

Standing, Lockwood seemed to have grown even taller than you. Taller than when you’d both last met.

Looking at you, you watched as his eyes closed at the cold contact of the bag as you pressed it to his face.

“Hold it there for a while. It should help with the swelling.”

“You know, we really need to stop meeting like this.”

You narrowed your gaze a little and clicked your tongue. “You’ve already used that line.”

“Have I?” Lockwood seemed to think for a moment before, “Oh, yeah. Suppose I have. But it is true.”

“Hey, the first time was an accident. I thought you were trying to-”

“The first time is an accident, three times is a pattern.”

You smiled sheepishly. “An accidental pattern.”

“Sure about that?”

“Yes.” you said before, “Maybe? Can never be too careful when hunting alone.”

Lockwood’s demeanour changed for a moment. “Alone? You’re hunting alone again?”

“Relax. I’m safe enough.”

You moved backwards and began to tidy the kitchen a little to give yourself something to do whilst Lockwood leaned back against the kitchen counter, lowering the frozen bag from his face so he could watch you more closely.

“Are you?”

“Yes, Lockwood. I’m fine. Honestly, you don’t have to worry about me.”

“Doesn’t mean I won’t.”

You held his gaze for a moment, a million thoughts running through your head until it landed on He’s just a friend…

From there, you shifted yourself from the kitchen table and placed the empty glasses in your hand in the sink beside him.

“Move here.”

“What?”

Lockwood stood tall once more and turned to face you properly. “Move in here. Lucy got a deal when she bought her bed, so she’s got a second one spare. We can set it up on the other side of the loft. I don’t like the thought of you hunting alone.”

“Lockwood, I said I’m fine.”

“What happens if something happens to you? Look, I can put you on the payroll so it won’t be a favour. You’ll be working with us. And you’ll have a team behind you. You’ll also be safe. Please.”

“Lockwood-”

“Please.”

Looking up at him, you saw the desperation in his eyes.

It wasn’t often he opened himself up or let himself show any kind of vulnerability but when he did…

“Okay. Fine. But you can’t hover over me.”

“I don’t hover.”

“You hover.”

“No I don’t.”

“Why did George kick you out of the Archive room in the last case we were in together?”

Lockwood thought back and when he didn’t answer, you answered for him.

“Because you hover.”

“Okay, maybe I hover a little.”

“But before anything is written, the others have to agree. Lucy, too.”

“She will. I know so. It’ll be nice for her to not be outnumbered.”

You moved in three days later.

Lucy had prepared the spare bed for you and even decorated the walls behind your bed with a couple of pictures she found in some old boxes that had yourself, George and Lockwood in them.

“I didn’t know what you’d want to do, but I thought I would do something to help at least.”

“I love it.” you smiled, dropping one of the boxes onto your bed. “Thank you.”

Over the following week, yourself and Lucy got to know one another, sharing stories late into the night when researching cases and in desperate need of a break.

Lucy came to learn what Lockwood meant by the punch when you all met not being the first time. You came to find out what brought Lucy to London. And you both came to discover that, with the right planning, you could both scare Lockwood and George.

Only, one night, George and Lucy decided to tag team which also gave them a chance to talk about you and Lockwood.

“Do they know? They have to know.”

“Don’t bother.” George sighed. “Three years and nothing has changed.”

“They’ve been like that for three years?”

George just nodded.

“Seriously?”

“You know I walked into the kitchen yesterday and they were slow dancing in the kitchen and…it was like nothing happened.”

“Yeah…”

“What?”

“What?” Lucy asked.

“Your face. You have that…look.”

“What look?”

“The “I’m making a plan” face.”

“Maybe because I am.”

“Well then?”

“What if we tried?”

“I already have.”

“Maybe,” Lucy nodded. “But that was then. Now you’ve got me. Tag-team. What do you say?”

“Well, considering it would take an earthquake to wake them both up from whatever coma they’ve convinced themselves that they’re in…sure. Why not? But how.”

“I haven’t got that far into the plan yet.”

But it didn’t take too long.

After six months of living with each other, the plan practically made itself. The chemistry between yourself and Lockwood was palpable and even more so when you were outside together.

Like when you and Lockwood were in the library with George and Lucy where Lockwood was standing behind you, reading the section of paper you were pointing to, his arms caging you in from where you sat, when a group of Fittes Agents waltzed over.

“You might want to give your girlfriend a little breathing room, Tony. After all, PDA can be off putting especially in such a public place.”

Standing, and not denying it, Lockwood practically burned Kipps a hole in the ground for him to fall through.

“Relax, Tony. Just having a little fun. So, are you going to introduce me to your girlfriend?”

“I’m not his girlfriend.”

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

Kipps couldn’t help but widen his smile. “You’re not. Well then, Tony.”

However, you were up like a shot standing beside Lockwood. “But I would be very careful in your next choice of words. He might not be my boyfriend but he is my friend.”

Closer up, Kipps seemed to recognise you. Or at least, that’s what his face told you.

“You know, for all the people in the world, I wouldn't have considered one of the best rogue agents being best buddies with our very own Anthony Lockwood.”

“And why not?”

“Although, rogue is very fitting for Tony. After all, it was breaking the rules that got him into trouble in the first place. Sweetheart, if I were you, I’d walk away whilst you still can.”

The only thing anyone could remember was hearing the contact of your palm across Kipps’ cheek and the red mark left in its place.

“Fuck you.”

It took a moment to get over the shock before Kipps and his team walked away and you relaxed a little before grabbing your jacket and telling the others you’d be back.

“Are you-”

“I’m fine, Lockwood. I’ll be back in five.”

It was in those five minutes that one of Kipps’ team found you by the vending machine.

“I’m sorry about what he said.”

“Why? You didn’t say it. And I’m guessing you’re assigned to be with him.”

“Still, I could have said something to stop him and I didn’t.”

“Something tells me even if you did, he still would have said it anyway.”

“Maybe.”

“What’s your name?”

“Victor.”

“Nice to meet you,Victor.”

Meanwhile, across the room and up a level, Lucy spotted you talking to Victor. Even laughing every once in a while. And when Lockwood joined her, she saw the pain in his eyes before a brick wall came up.

“We should be getting ready. George found something. I’ll be back in a minute.”

For the rest of the day, Lockwood seemed closed up. Especially towards you.

“What is your problem?” you eventually asked him.

“Nothing.”

“Lockwood, I heard you snap at Lucy earlier.”

“She made a mistake.”

“Exactly,” you cut him off. “A mistake. And she’s never made one before.”

“One that could have put one of us in serious danger-”

“We were outside the perimeter.” You could have laughed, until Lockwood asked you a question you weren't expecting.

“Do you like him?”

“Who?”

“The guy you were talking to earlier.”

“Kipps? You did see me slap him, didn’t you-”

“Not Kipps. Vinny. Or Vincent or…whatever his name is.”

You thought back for a moment. “Victor.”

Lockwood nodded.

“Do I like him? What are we? 12?”

“Just answer the question.”

“Why?”

“Because I need to know if you’re fraternising with the enemy.”

You laughed. “Fraternizing?”

But when Lockwood didn’t change, you did.

“You know what, fuck you, Lockwood. What I do with my time outside of work is no concern to you. You know what, do this yourself. I’ll go and help George.”

A few minutes later, Lucy walked inside the room to a very grumpy Lockwood.

“What the hell did you do? Fraternising? This isn’t Bridgerton, Lockwood.”

“Will you just help with the set-up?”

Sighing, Lucy did as she was told, but not before telling Lockwood a couple things he desperately needed to hear.

“You’re gonna lose her.”

“What?”

Picking up some of the iron chains and laying them down, Lucy explained. “It might not be Victor, but one day it will be someone. And it probably won’t be long before they come along and whisk her away from your grumpy arse because you’re too stubborn to tell her the truth.”

“What truth?”

“That you like her. Love her, even. If my gut feeling is right. And it usually is.”

“Lucy-”

“Look, you can go on being an arsehole because you’re scared. Or you can talk to her. All I’m saying is do something about it before somebody else does. Both me and George have seen the way you look at her. It’s more than you want to admit, Lockwood. But one day you’re going to have to, or else you are going to lose her and all you’ll have is a bruised eye and a broken nose once every couple of years, if that.”

Lucy didn’t say anything else after that but Lockwood did apologise for snapping at her earlier which she forgave him for after calling him a frustrating bastard. From then, she watched as you all completed the job together and that look that she often saw in Lockwood’s eyes, returned when he looked at you.

Yet, by the time you had all gotten home, he still hadn't apologised to you. So, with a hard nudge from Lucy, Lockwood finally made his way to find you.

“Do something before somebody else does, and that includes apologising. And she’s in the Library. Goodnight.”

Lockwood stood outside of the Library door for a while, trying his best to find the right words so he wouldn’t end up with a broken nose, despite how much he probably deserved one.

You had lit the fire to try and cancel out the cold that had seeped in through a forgotten open window, and if you didn’t know any better, you would have thought it was midnight, not 6 in the morning.

“Hey.”

Looking behind you, you tried your best not to roll your eyes at Lockwood as he walked inside.

“I’m just looking over some old cases. Just so you know that I’m not fraternising with the enemy by reading a book.”

“I shouldn’t have said it like that.” Lockwood began. “I shouldn’t have said it at all. I just…I guess I panicked.”

“That’s a bullshit excuse and you know it.”

“You’re right. And I’m sorry.”

You looked at him.

“Really, really sorry. For the fraternising comment and the bullshit excuse.”

You took a minute and it was the longest minute of his life.

“Okay, guess I can forgive you.”

“I’m still sorry.”

“I know, that’s why I forgave you. But a cup of tea wouldn’t hurt.”

Lockwood smiled. “Okay. One tea coming up.”

Only, as he walked away, you answered his question.

“And I’m not…fraternising with the enemy. Victor and I were just talking. I think you’d like him. I think he might hate Kipps just as much as you do. And, no.” you shook your head. “I don’t like him. Just so you know…”

Lockwood nodded and for a moment, turned to walk away until Lucy’s words echoed again in his head.

“Do something about it, before somebody else does.”

So he did.

Sighing under his breath, he took the jump, turned around and reached for you.

Taking your head in his hands, he cupped your jaw before bringing your lips to his. At first, it shocked you and for a split second, he thought he was about to get his nose broken for good this time.

Until you kissed back.

You felt yourself stumble a little but Lockwood caught you, holding you close to him before his forehead came to touch yours, your eyes still closed.

“Wow.”

“I’m sorry but I just had to-”

You shook your head, “Don’t apologise.”

“No?”

You couldn’t help but smile. “No.”

“So you’re not going to break my nose.”

“Not this time,” you laughed a little.

“Okay…then I’m gonna jump. I like you. Well, I more than like you. Like way, way more. And I…I want to do something about it before someone else does.”

“Like Victor?”

“Yeah,” Lockwood laughed a little. “Like Victor.”

“Then…good. I’m glad you finally jumped.”

“You are.”

You nodded. “I mean, you have terrible timing but yeah, I’m glad you jumped.”

“Good.”

“Good. Now, are you gonna kiss me again or am I gonna have to-”

Lockwood didn’t need telling twice.

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