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stormhearty · 2 months

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Pairings: Former Rhysand x Reader, Feysand, Tarquin x Reader

Word Count: 4.3k

Triggers: mentions of depression, relapse, attempts at suicide

Summary: It has been two decades since you left Night Court, leaving the life you had always known. It had been five years since you were in Dawn Court, slowly healing with the help of its High Lord. Now, you had resided in Summer Court, Tarquin by your side through your healing process. But when a mating bond snaps between the two of you when your health turns for the worse, how would you process something that you never thought would happen in your immortal life? And when you decide to confront your former family, would you forgive them for their past discretions? The story of the aftermath of your broken heart of glass.

Note: From this request! Thank you so much for wanting a second part to “Breaking Like Glass”!! I love that everyone enjoyed that fic’s immense angst, so I will gladly give you guys the fluff, romance, and healing the reader needs. And I do hope this isn’t cheesy. I struggled a bit on writing this, whether to debate to make it angsty, but I feel like, it has enough of the balance. Please do enjoy!

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“You know, my stardust, you don't have to do this… We can have our mating ceremony with our family. We don't have to invite Night Court…”

You let out a thoughtful hum as you lounged in one of the lounging chairs in Tarquin’s office, book in hand. You placed a finger on your page before looking over your shoulder at the High Lord of Summer, who looked at you with concern etched on his beautiful features.

After centuries of being with Rhysand, you had always thought that you would be content in not finding your mate. You had thought, and wished, that you would have eternity with the High Lord of Night Court. However, with the fiasco two decades ago, all you wanted to do was heal — fix your broken heart and mind from your torture from Under the Mountain, to fix your broken soul from being ripped apart by your family. You did not want to fall in love — you didn’t want to give your taped-up heart to someone and be worried about having it torn apart again.

You had safe-guarded your heart behind high, metal walls with a fog of darkness to protect it — to protect you from breaking all over again, and losing yourself once more.

But what you had never dreamed of was a mating bond to snap.

And you never thought it would be with another High Lord.

The very moment you had stepped into Summer soil, Tarquin had been nothing but kind and gentle, helping you through your decade of healing. He allowed you to take your time — he allowed you to wallow, he allowed you to be silent, he allowed you to grieve, something that you never were able to do while you were in Valeris. He allowed you to cry in anguish, he allowed you to cry in pain — he allowed the forty-nine years of suffering to seep out of your aching body. And he was silently there, beside you, watching over you… to ensure you were safe and well cared for while you did.

And that was all you could have wished for while you were healing. You didn’t need words, you didn’t need condolences… Tarquin allowed you to heal in the way that your heart and mind needed.

All the while Tarquin healed your broken soul that came upon the betrayal from Night Court, you would be sent back to Dawn Court to mend your mind and body from the tortures of the Attor. The two High Lords worked in tandem with one another… all for you. Both Tarquin and Thesan realized your worth, both realized your importance and believed it was worth their power and time to heal you.

It had been five years since you came from Dawn Court when the mating bond snapped between you and Tarquin.

It was when your nightmares had resurrected themselves from the grave, haunting you thoroughly to the point you had relapsed back from your progress.

You had screamed and clawed against everything that had neared you, your eyes frantic at the absolute fear and dread of returning to that moment in your life — the pain of the Attor and betrayal of your husband, that still lurked in the darkness of your fear. You had hurt yourself, multiple times during that relapse — skin broken with knives, daggers, broken glass — anything that your hands got to… hoping for the pain to seep out of your skin.

But Tarquin was there through all of that — grabbing and hiding everything that you could try to hurt yourself with. He fought tooth and nail to get to you, whispering sweet nothings — that you were worth it, you were worth the pain and anguish, that you were worth everything. And that you would get through the pain — and that he’d be right beside you through it.

You couldn’t feel it, the glow of the mating bond between the two of you — for you were too shrouded in your fear to notice.

All the while, Tarquin felt every emotion you had felt — the despair, the anguish, the pain that wracked your body. He fought back all the tears as he held you against him, pouring as much care and love through the newly found bond.

The relapse had taken an immense hit on your health — you were sick for weeks on end, going in and out of consciousness barely able to make out who had been taking care of you.

When you had been well enough, you had learned that Tarquin, himself, had been the one to care for you during your illness. And you, though you shouldn’t have been, was surprised at that fact. The High Lord of Summer Court took time away from his busy schedule to tend to you. He had owed you nothing… and yet he had taken time to care for you.

“Why did you do that…?” you had asked, storming into his office, pausing mid-step when you had seen Thesan and the Captain in the room. It seemed that you had interrupted an important meeting between the two High Lords — possibly about your condition.

Tarquin looked at you for a moment, a gentle sigh escaping his lips as he looked at Thesan and gave him an apologetic nod of his head. Thesan glanced between the two of you before standing up from his seat on the plush couch and heading your way. The High Lord of Dawn smiled at you, leaning down to press a kiss onto the crown of your head, “Hello, my child… be nice to him…”

The request was confusing to you as you allowed the High Lord and Captain to step out of the room, the click of the door resonating behind you — leaving you and Tarquin alone in that grand room. The atmosphere grew awkward and you couldn’t help but bite your lower lip, you glanced everywhere besides the High Lord, and you heard him let out a chuckle.

You frowned, glaring at him slightly before watching him stand up and walk towards you, reaching out a hand for you to hold, “We have much to talk about, (Y/N)…” he murmured.

You stared at his hand, sighing softly before reaching over to place you had on top of his. His had always radiated warmth that you seemed to want to grasp onto often — it was warm and inviting, much like the summer sun he had ruled over. You followed him further into his office, walking past his desk and onto the large balcony overviewing his Court. There was a large settee that Tarquin led you to, sitting you down before he sat next to you, leaving a gap between both of you.

“Now… What was it you were saying, (Y/N)? About why I did that?” he questioned, turquoise hues staring at the massive land of his Court, allowing the summer breeze to greet the two of you.

Relaxing against the settee, you remained quiet for a few moments, eyes fluttering close at the breeze that tickled your skin. When you opened your eyes once more and turned your attention to the High Lord, you were slightly startled when you noticed he was staring at you — something in his eyes sparkling that you were unsure of… or slightly denied.

“…Why did you take care of me when I was ill?” you asked him, not bothering to beat around the bush, “You didn’t owe me anything, this… arrangement between us is only until I get better and can move on from my nightmares—”

“When did I say that this… arrangement is only until you get better?” he interrupted you with a raised brow, “I did not say anything like that. I am allowing you to stay until you want to leave… I’m giving you the choice to stay and to heal the way you need, unlike your time in Night Court. And, I took care of you because I wanted to, (Y/N). I couldn’t let you hurt yourself like you did, to be so haunted by your nightmares every waking second… I couldn’t let you suffer the way Rhysand let you for all those months…”

You flinched at the name of your former husband. It still ached — no matter how long it had been, it still ached hearing his name. Usually, Tarquin and Thesan avoided saying his name around you, both afraid of a possible relapse. You let out a shaky breath, as your eyes stared at something beyond him, a distant stare — feeling yourself move out of your body, a sensation that had started to become normal for you ever since you were in Dawn Court.

Feeling Tarquin’s warmth again, you blinked twice before focusing on him again a small smile tugged on your lips, and shook your head, “…I’m fine…” you whispered, head tilting down to look at your intertwined hands. You took deep breaths, something that Thesan had taught you after your moments of distance.

Tug, tug… you felt something in your chest. Your head tilted in confusion until you felt it again — tug, tug… You lifted your head and looked at the High Lord once more. You saw a twinkle in those turquoise hues, a hopeful look hidden within those depths.

“…What…” you muttered in disbelief, and you felt another tug in your chest.

“You felt it, did you not, (Y/N)?” Tarquin questioned, leaning forward slightly, warm hands gently gripping yours — as if preventing you from running away.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded your head, too scared for any words to escape you.

How could a mating bond happen? After everything that happened to you, your mind and body were broken, being held together by pieces of tape held together by Tarquin and Thesan — you could barely hold yourself together. Your healing process for the past fifteen years was slow, and there were many times when you believed you would never be okay again. How can someone like you be mated to another High Lord? How can someone as broken as you be another leader of a Court?

Thoughts of insecurities passed through your mind, unknowingly sending them down the newly formed bond. You were startled out of your thought by Tarquin’s hand gently caressing your cheek, forcing you to look at him.

“You do not have to accept the mating bond, as of yet, (Y/N)… I will wait, you can heal. Just know that I accept you, even if you are broken and torn. You still have years of healing to do, but I will be by your side — always.”

Tears ran down your cheeks as he shifted closer, pressing his hands on your cheeks to wipe them away. All you can do is nod. Allowing the love and warmth of the bond to slowly heal you.

It had been another five years since then. A little over two decades after you left Night Court to accept the bond. For five years, Tarquin had courted you, cared for you… loved you the way you needed. He did not force anything onto you and allowed you to fall in love with him in such a natural way that it felt second nature to you.

“…(Y/N)…” your mate called out to you, snapping out of your trance.

You blinked and refocused on the present, eyes focusing on Tarquin who had moved from his spot at his desk to you, hands rubbing your shoulders. Tilting your head back, you gave him a smile, reaching up with your free hand to reach up to run your fingers against his cheek as he looked down at you.

“No… I would like to invite them. I think… I need closure from my time there. And…” there was hesitance in your voice at the next words, “I do miss them. I lived with them for centuries, and all of a sudden I cut them off my life for a good reason… there are times when I missed them.”

Tarquin hummed understandingly as he squeezed your shoulders, “Understandable. We will invite them… But I worry—-”

“—- I won’t relapse. I promise…” you moved from your lounging position to sitting up, shifting so you were on your knees, at eye level with him. You felt him wrap his arm around your waist so you were steady as your hands placed themselves on his biceps, playing around with the fabric of his outfit, “I’m better — well, as best I can be — but I know you’ll be there… I will be fine.”

There was reluctance in his features, those turquoise hues trying to find any lie in your words before he gave you a nod.

“I concede…” he murmured and you couldn’t help but chuckle at the hesitancy in his words. Pressing a gentle kiss on the High Lord’s cheek, murmuring a thank you before moving back to your position on the lounge chair, picking up your book once more.

You looked back up to just miss the shake of his head, before he wrapped a hand around your neck, tilting your head up so he could lean down to press a kiss on your lips, “After our mating ceremony, I wish for you to initiate our kisses, my stardust…”

Feeling the warmth of your cheeks you stared up at him, “If that is the wish of my High Lord, then it shall happen…”

He let out a low chuckle before pressing another kiss on your lips, your book forgotten on your lap.

The ceremony venue was extravagant, to say the least — Tarquin, as well as Thesan from what you had gathered, pulled all the stops. The throne room of Summer Court was flourishing with flowers and the summer sun radiating down through all the large windows.

You were a nervous mess sitting in your room. It was still several hours before the ceremony, that you weren’t too nervous for; it was the fact that you were going to meet your old family once more.

The Captain of Dawn, your dear friend, had informed you that the Inner Circle just arrived at the outskirts of Summer Court. And that set off your nerves completely.

You had requested, when you had sent the letter to Night Court, to meet with them before your ceremony — to officially close the wounds between all of you.

And so when a knock startled you out of your worries, you turned around in your chair from your vanity where you were getting ready. Watching those doors open to reveal your old family.

There stood Rhysand, in his Night Court attire along with Feyre, who was at his side. There was a pang in your chest, the pain of their betrayal somehow festering its way back into your heart. But it was slowly soothed out by the warmth of the mating bond that Tarquin seemed to have sent your way. The doors closed behind the Inner Circle, and you noticed the Captain of Dawn stationed at the door.

Thesan’s lover is quite a busybody isn’t he…? You had sent down the bond to your mate. And all you felt was Tarquin’s chuckle as you focused back on the now.

You slowly stood up, a small smile on your features before you watched from the corner of your eye Mor heading to a sprint and giving you the biggest hug.

“… I’m so sorry, (Y/N)…” she apologized, the words repeating on her lips as she squeezed you, burying her head into your neck.

Tears pricked the edge of your eyes as your arms wrapped around her and you buried your head to the crook of her neck, letting the blond curls tickle your face.

“… Mor…” you whined her name.

A sob wracked through the blonde’s body, “I’m just glad you’re okay. That you’re better…” she whispered before pulling back and staring at you, “I’m glad you found your mate. I’m glad that he’s making you happy — that you deserve happiness — after all the shit you went through and everything we had put you under…”

You smiled at her as you felt her cup your cheeks, nodding your head, “… — Thank you, Mor. I’m glad to see you again, truly. I missed you so much…”

A smile tugged on Mor’s features, “We will see each other more… if you let us.”

You nodded your head as she stepped away, allowing the rest of the Inner Court to greet you — hugging you and whispering their utmost apologies and congratulations.

Cassian had lifted you into his arms, something he used to do often when you were his Lady still, giving you a spin, “You will always be my Lady, (Y/N)…” he whispered into your ears, pressing a kiss against your cheek before literally handing you off to Azriel.

A giggle escaped your lips as you hugged the Spymaster as he pressed a kiss on your opposite cheek, “We will forever live with the regret of losing you…” Azriel hummed out, “We had and always will love you… But I wish for nothing but happiness for you…”

Your heart flourished at the words of your former family — the words that you had wished to hear two decades ago — slowly piecing your heart and soul back together. You had known, while you were healing, that they had always cared for you and that never meant to put so much pressure on you, unknowing of your nightmares and struggles after being Under the Mountain.

When you were settled back onto your feet, you turned to face Rhysand. The tension between the two of you was still high and you fought back all the urge to just run away from this confrontation between the two of you. You gave him a small smile before focusing your attention on Feyre who stepped up, reaching out to hold your hands.

“I am truly sorry…” she whispered, leaning forward to press her forehead against yours.

You understood why Rhysand fell in love with Feyre. You had heard of the great deeds she had done for Night Court, for Prythian… she was something you could never have been next to Rhysand. The true High Lady of Night Court.

And somehow, you were okay with it.

Shaking your head, you looked at the High Lady, “…You were just following the feeling of the mating bond. Like I said that night, I cannot fault you for choosing your mate. I cannot fault you for following the tug… I — I would like to extend my congratulations —-”

Feyre shook her head, brows knitting at your words, “Do not, please. I will not accept that not when I have unknowingly broken you along with the rest of your family. ”

You looked at her, nodding your head as you felt her step back and the familiar scent and presence of your former husband taking her place. You lifted your eyes to look into violet ones — ones that sparkled with regret, ones that you were in love with for so long.

Even if it was two decades that passed, you felt like you were still in sync with him, knowing what he wanted. Turning onto your heels, you made your way to one of the furthest balconies, Rhysand following your steps. The large window doors closed behind you, leaving both of you in a pocket of privacy away from prying ears. You could see, from the corner of your eye, the Captain making his way closer to the doors and all you could do was hold a hand up — signaling that you were fine and safe.

Turning back around, you focused on Rhysand who’s eyes were solely on you. Stepping past him, you made your way to the railing, pressing your hands on the warm marble, as you basked in the summer sun.

“(Y/N)…” Rhysand whispered one that was so quiet that the wind barely was able to carry it to your sensitive ears.

“I… I cannot forgive you, Rhysand…” you declared, eyes still closed as you let the warmth of your new home wash over you, to comfort you as you confront your past, “I cannot and do not fault you for choosing her. I can see why you had fallen for her — she’s beautiful, both inside and out. But I cannot forgive you for it. You had broken me so much, that there were many times during my healing that I wondered why I wasn’t enough for you to choose me. Wondering what I have done to make you choose someone else other than your wife who stood next to you for centuries.”

You could hear the shaky breath that Rhysand exhaled as you felt him stand next to you on the balcony.

You couldn’t look at him, every fiber in your body shaking to break again if you looked at him. You needed to be strong — for yourself and for the people around you who worried immensely for your health.

“I know… I know you would never forgive me, (Y/N). I have accepted that truth… I just wish things ended differently, you know? I wanted to let you know, that there was not a moment in our centuries together as husband and wife that I wished you were my mate… that there was not a moment that I did not love you…”

A broken laugh escaped your lips as you opened your eyes and looked up at him once more, seeing those unshed tears in violet hues.

“… And there was not a time where I wished you were my mate… But it seems that Mother had a different path for both of us. One that led us away from each other.”

You reached up, with shaky hands, and attempted to touch him; however, your body paused, and with furrowed brows, you dropped your hand back onto your side. You could see Rhysand’s body slouched slightly as if missing your touch. A forced smile tugged onto your lips as you stepped back, creating a significant distance between the two of you, “… I hope you enjoy the ceremony, Rhysand…”

He knew when he was dismissed and he smiled at you before stepping out of the balcony. You watched with longing and pain as he and the Inner Court stepped out of your room.

“… Probably it wasn’t such a good idea to have the two of you alone together…” The Captain commented, stepping onto the balcony, worry in his tone.

“I’m fine… just give me a moment…” you whispered, pressing a hand against your chest, to calm down your heart. You slouched against the railing for a few minutes, feeling the bond in your chest to help your racing heart.

“…Do you need me—-”

“No… I don’t need Tarquin or Thesan right now. They’re in their own state of panic already…”

The Captain let out a chuckle, “That is true… They have set their mind to ensure that this ceremony would be perfect…”

After calming your heart, you straightened up and gave the Captain a light smirk, “…Busybodies the lot of them…” You stepped back into your room, allowing yourself to fix yourself up before the ceremony, the Captain following your trail.

You stood on the dias of the throne room, Tarquin by your side as the priestess started the ceremony. Your gown was a lovely mixture of blue, much like the oceans that crashed below the castle. The priestess’ words had gone deaf in your ears as all you could do was stare up at the High Lord of Summer, love and affection in your features as well as through the bond.

When the priestess had asked for the two of you to exchange vows, Tarquin looked at you with the same look as you did to him, a soft smile on his features.

“Never in my life, I would have thought to find my mate. I had thought that I would rule my Court without a High Lady by my side. But that fateful day I had whisked you away from Thesan and Dawn Court, all I had wished was for you to be mine.

“My stardust…” the nickname always made your heart skip in your chest, “I had fallen in love with you… despite your broken soul and heart. I was honored that you had trusted me enough to help mend your soul from the nightmares that haunted you, and that still haunt you till this day. But I couldn’t let you know of my affections, not when you had set yourself into healing. So I waited, waited for years and when that mating bond snapped, I knew I couldn’t hold out for much longer. I needed you in my arms, I needed to have your eyes set on me — rather than looking into your past. And when you had your relapse… I had to let you know. I had to let you know that you have someone, your mate, to be with you every step of your healing process.”

You felt tears trickle down your cheeks as Tarquin wiped them away, “You deserve this bond after everything that you have been through… the Mother has gifted you this bond. And I am honored to be at the end of that string.”

A sob escaped your lips and you couldn’t even find the words for your own vows. All you could mutter to him as he pressed his forehead against yours, “Thank you… I love you, I thank you, and I am also honored and blessed by the Cauldron to have you as my mate. Thank you for mending my heart. I am glad to give it to you, and not worry about it breaking…”

You watched through a tearful gaze, Tarquin giving you a radiant smile before leaning down to press a kiss on your lips, “And I would never break it… not your heart that is precious like gemstones…”

You laughed as applause reached your ears, leaning up once more to kiss your mate.

Your heart was safe — mended together once more — and you knew it would never break again.

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gracie-rosee · 3 months

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There’s a startling lack of TOG content for sjm romance week. I fear a lot of tog writers have gone and disappeared 🥺

#throne of glass #sighhh #I miss my 2021/22 tumblr #pandemic peak tog fic era #rowaelin #maybe I’ll write something #if only to fill the void in my own heart

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akechi-if-he-slayed · 1 month

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SHUAKE CHAMPAGNE PROBLEMS OH IM KMS

#‘your mom’s ring in your pocket/my picture in your wallet/your heart was glass i dropped it/champagne problems’#like.#‘would’ve made such a lovely bride what a shame she’s fucked in the head’#THAT IS SHUAKE!!!!#spreading t swift shuake agenda ok ty gn #shuake #persona 5 #champagne problems #guys trust ill write the fic as soon as i finish the game

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rowaelinsdaughter · 3 months

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KEEP MY HEART CHAPTER VII

a/n;; the story of ayla and manon in heir of fire is coming to an end, and i have so many ideas for queen of shadows omgggg

WARNINGS;; spoilers for heir of fire, allusions to sex

manon was with her grandmother, and she was there too. i’m not going to let you alone again, manon has said.

“why is it, that i have to hear from gods-dammed cresseida that your runty, useless wyvern hasn’t made the crossing? Why is it that i am in the middle of a meeting, planning these war games so you can win, and the other matrons tell me that you aren’t allowed to participate because your mount will not make the crossing and therefore isn’t allowed to fly in the host?”

ayla tightened her hands. she hated her. and she hated her more when she hit manon on her cheek, a trail of blood running down.

“you will make the crossing tomorrow, manon. tomorrow, and i don’t care if you splatter yourself on the rocks. if you live, you had better pray to the darkness that you win those games. because if you don’t…”

she wished she could kill her right there.

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they were all there.

ayla was between asterin and sorrel again. witches lined the viewing platform, and high above, the high witches.

she heard the matron. “we’re waiting manon, but by all means, take your time” a growl left her lips and she felt asterin’s eyes. calm down, we don’t want you dead. they all laughed. and she wanted to kill them all.

manon tugged her reins, but abraxos looked at her grandmother and let out a warning growl… a threat. again the matron called for her. sorrel and asterin exchanged a glance, and then they looked at her. every single one of the thirteen was reaching for their weapons, ayla too. because if they hurt her… she would not leave anyone with life.

she watched as manon gripped abrraxos’s snout, forcing his gaze away from her grandmother. “just once, all you have to do is make this jump once, abraxos, and the you can shut them up forever”

a two-note beat.

the beat of the chained bait beasts.

louder and louder.

asterin reached for her shield and joined in.

the thirteen took up the beat.

ayla took up the beat.

“you hear that? that is for you” she said to him “you are one of the thirteen. from now until the darkness cleaves us apart. you are mine, and i am yours. let’s show them why” ayla felt her heart clenched.

and then manon was flying.

a tear rolled down her cheek, and she didn’t care the matron was looking at her, at the tear.

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she had decided she wanted to make manon a gift. had decided it the moment she was flying with abraxos, shuting mouth’s.

manon was abraxos, making sure his wings were alright. she looked in the trunk for a set of lingerie she had hidden. “there you are” she murmured. she hadn’t wore this set. ever. she bought it one day but never wore it truly, not for manon. she bathed and then she put it on. she loved the set. it hugged her body perfectly, like a second skin. the bra pulled up her breasts, showing them a little more and the tong… it only covered her core.

laying down on the bed she waited for her.

a moment later, she heard footsteps and knew they were manon’s. the door opened and manon stopped dead. her eyes a little wider as she looks at the sight of her mate. closing the door with lock, ayla stood up, her boots were the only sound in the room. manon looked at her from head to toe, a prey. and manon was the hunter.

“i’ve never seen this one” her finger curled around the brace of her bra.

“i know” she said. then she felt her hands on her waist, pulling her toward her body. ayla took off her red cape, then her riding leathers, her boots… until she was in her underwear. manon lip’s found her neck, painting red and purple on it, marks she would wear tomorrow with pride. her lip’s traveled to her breasts, a hand touching her right nipple through the bra. a soft moan. manon went to her ear, leaving a kiss, and she purred.

“as much as i love this set on you” a hand went straight to her wet panties. “i prefer you naked”

with a trembling hand, ayla placed it on her neck, a little squeeze. she moved her lips near her’s. “then undress me” she murmured.

a wicked smile on her face and ayla knew they weren’t going to sleep.

“as you wish, witchling”

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lilyharvord · 2 months

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Flash Fic Friday #4

I'm in Coriane and Nikolas (my OC) Brainrot Land. I have a whole playlist for them now and it makes my heart hurt for them. You're Gonna Go Far by Noah Kahan with Brandi Carlile is definitely the song for them in this. So here is Nik being a stupid boy and Coriane being (a maybe) aware girl. Prompt 4 for flash fic friday @nortaeventcouncil. Enjoy everyone (:

“Why would I stand by while he said those things?” Nikolas Samos was by no means a small person, nor did he have short legs. He walked fast when he needed to, and yet, he was worried right now that he should be running to keep up with his best friend.

Almost a head shorter than him, Coriane still managed to to be three steps ahead when she was upset. She had practically left him behind as she berated him. When she whipped around though at his words, her school bag almost smacked him in the stomach. He ground to a halt on the stone arboretum path they always took to get home. The loose stone under his worn boots kicked up and snapped against the toes of hers as she took a half step closer to him.

Rarely was Coriane this upset, and if he was being questioned by anyone, he would say it was terrifying when she was in a mood like this. If he was being perfectly honest, which he never would be, he would admit that she was ridiculously attractive too. Her eyes went from the jewel fall leaf colors to burning ore in seconds as she drew her lips in a tight line and adjusted her bag so it was hanging in its original place on her shoulder. He was like a bar of iron under that gaze, fracturing and melting to an ooze that would very easily roll back down the hill.

Gods be damned when she scrunched her brows like that, he wanted to take his thumb and physically smooth out the lines like he was working with a particularly temperamental sheet of metal.

“Because Nik,” She seethed as she glared at him. “People have said plenty of horrible things in front of and behind my back my whole life. One more won’t kill me.” She threw the words like darts and each one pinged him like one.

He didn’t mean to, but those words made him draw up to his full height. Coriane was not ignorant, she wouldn’t be his aunt's best if she were. Which could only mean she was and had always been willingly ignoring all the things he had been doing lately. It was driving him insane. He could barely sleep while thoughts of her drove him to almost get up and pace his bedroom. When he had slipped that beautiful corsage on her wrist for the stupid dance he hadn’t even wanted to go to, he had so desperately wanted to trail his fingers along her wrist. Instead he’d let go a little too quickly and teased her not to get too excited and wilt the flowers with her body temperature. She’d smacked his arm hard enough to make it ache, but then she had held the same spot with both hands a minute later and sent a chill down his spine during the quick round of pictures by resting her head on his arm. After that he’d stood in a daze and smiled and looked down at her while she pleaded with her parents to just let them leave already, that yes he would have her back by midnight like they had agreed to, that she would be careful, on and on it had gone, but he hadn’t been able to stop looking at her. She had looked so beautiful with the black liner highlighting the shape of her eyes and making them so much brighter in the evening sunlight, the dark red lip stick, and the tiny amount of glitter she had painted across her shoulders. He had to hold himself back from trying to catch the tulle of her dress as she spun around and grabbed his hand to drag him down the street to meet their friends to go. He still thought about that dress and the way the cut of the top had accentuated her waist and shoulders and collarbones. He'd wanted to trace the bones with his fingers the whole drive to the dance. And afterward too, when she had fallen asleep on his shoulder in the back as Douglas had raced back up the mountain to get them back by midnight in his new drop top that his father had gotten him for his birthday. He still dreamed about the smell of her hair after it had drifted around his and across his face in the wind after she had let the curls out from the half up-half down style that had shown off her neck. He'd wanted to trace her neck and kiss it, and cup it the whole night while they danced and laughed. His hand still burned from her holding it the other day while he sat on her porch and told her about what he had seen on his Peidmont mission.

Her ignoring the way he had been watching the side of her face while they sat near the lake last week was just another string in a long line of them that had driven them to this point. It was making him insane that she so clearly was not experiencing the same thing.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” He said coolly. “You’re my best friend, I’m not going to just stand there while Xavier say that you took his dick like a princess.” The words felt like poison going through his teeth. They still ached from how tightly he had been grinding them when he grabbed the front of Xavier's jacket and pinned him to the brick wall outside the history building after he said that. It had taken Cori and Douglas to pry him off of Xavier who had trailed after them teasing and cajoling him, asking him if he was jealous from his pathetic position in the friend zone. Douglas and Vince had to physically hold him back while Cori pushed him back and got in his face to tell him to calm the fuck down. She didn't cuss unless she was really and truly pissed off, which had made him come down a few notches. But it had started to open that can of worms and he was so afraid now that she was about to rip the top off of it.

She exhaled an exasperated sound from her nose as she threw her head back and her hands up. The sunlight cut across her features so perfectly it made his stomach ache and he crossed her arms self-consciously as she brought her hands back down to rest them on her hips.

“You’re being ridiculous.” She retorted. “Why do you give a fuck what Xavier says about me?”

“Because he only says shit like that if he’s actually been with that girl!”

“And why would it matter Nik? What does it matter if we did or we didn’t?” She laughed bitterly as she dragged her hand through her hair, pulling the unruly curls out of her face.

“Because I—” He swallowed the rest of the words, watching as the corners of her brows scrunched together just a hint. He shook his head instead and began again. “Because I care about you and what people think of you.”

That crease didn’t disappear but her eyes softened as she clung to the strap of her messenger bag and took a step closer to him. He wanted to back up so badly, but he held his ground as she looked up at him and said, “I can take care of myself with stuff like this.”

“I know.” He admitted, the fire in him dying like she had taken it from him. She always handled those things with such grace, and he was envious of her ability to just roll her eyes and purse her lips. He knew that wasn’t going to stop him from putting a good solid fist through Xavier's mouth if he said anything else. Still she smiled at him, and her eyes lit bright as she shrugged and turned, throwing her comment over her shoulder.

“Besides,” the word was like a hook and he was a fish willingly caught on it. He immediately began to trail her and then came into lock step within only two strides. She smiled at him and teased, “I’m still looking for the right person for that stuff.”

His heart squeezed painfully in his chest. I'm right here, he wanted to say as he adjusted his jacket. He forced a laugh anyway and said, “I’d like to see you find someone who isn’t afraid of your dad.”

Her smile turned wicked as she winked and replied. “He’s not the one to be afraid of, my mom is.”

That wink punctured a hole in his chest and even as the air left in a rush that he hid behind a laugh again, he still felt the way his heart broke a little more in his chest over her smile.

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always-a-joyful-note · 2 months

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the part about ruri and momo's relationship that hurts me the most is that they both loved each other so much and yet that love is also what broke them both. it's the way ruri wanted to cheer her little brother on even if she felt sort of inferior to all his achievements. it's the way momo wanted to make his big sister happy. it's the way ruri didn't communicate her honest feelings and how momo was a oblivious and a bit insensitive. it's the way that when he revived re:vale, he really did seem to put himself in every place ruri loved. it's how ruri could have avoided it all if she had been more honest with her feelings. it's when momo told tsumugi that what hurts idols most is an overwhelming love and expectations they can't meet, that it's no one's fault, and how that parallels the way the sunohara siblings hurt each other out of love for something else but also for each other (thinking that his sister would be happy her beloved band was kept alive, staying quiet because she didn't want her little brother to be burdened by her envh) but it was no one's fault. it's -

i7 stop hurting me with sibling drama challenge, i'm actually begging you

#fandom spamdom #note's notes #me writing this after reading re:member and an iori and momo fic by spicygrass on ao3 becaus ough #idolish7 #ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU IZUMI BROS FOR GIVING US ON SCREEN WHOLESOME SIBLING LOVE #because all the other sibling pairs have taken my ice cold heart and broken it like glass #again #this keeps happening i hate it someone help me #so nanase twins and yotsuba siblings will probably get a reconciliation right?#but someone please let the sunohara siblings get reconciled #never was i more broken after reading that manga and seeing that the anime LIED to me by not telling me what happened between...#...ruri and momo

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rataticaisdreaming · 6 months

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day 6 - flowers @intrualityweek

small fic under the cut 😊💙💚

Summary: Patton braids Remus’ hair and gets a special request.

Pairing: Platonic Intruality (he/him for both)

Word Count: 237

Warnings: None

“Roman will be so jealous!”

Remus and Patton sat together in the imagination, a soft blanket under them. After finishing the sandwiches they brought for their picnic, Patton suggested braiding Remus’ long silver hair.

The duke got the idea of adding flowers to the braid, right as they saw a soft breeze carry some petals. They were in Roman’s side of the imagination, which meant it was filled with colorful flowers everywhere. They added some flowers to Patton’s twin buns and behind his ears, Remus even took a red flower with its whole stem so he could pass it through his earring hole. It was when Patton reminded him that the braid would look like Rapunzel’s that Remus went full twin mode. “He said the long hair would be a dumb idea, because it would get in the way of our duels, but now!” he said, raising his voice. “He will be so jealous of my braid, he will want to copy me!”

“Tangled is one of his favorite movies.” Patton pointed out.

“Mhm! Oh, I can just see it! The absolute shock on his face as he realizes how pretty I look.”

Patton giggled as he continued to hear the silly twin rivalry between Creativity. He was just glad Remus felt so happy. He was looking forward to Roman asking him to braid his hair later, so he could show his twin who “wore it better”.

#rat's art #rat's fic #rataticaisdreaming #life got in the way of my intruality posting! 😤#anyways have some long silver-haired remus for your heart 💚✨#i want patton's glasses!!! 😭💙✨#sanders sides #remus sanders #patton sanders #intruality #intrualityweek2023 #intruality week #intrualityweek #sanders sides fanart #sanders sides fanfiction

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milimeters-morales · 1 year

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but literally. Miles who’s entire presence disappears even from heat sensors when he goes invisible. Miles who moves a bit too fast. Miles who can go stock still in seconds because of things nobody else can see or hear before going back to the convo like nothing happened. As Spidey, silently and slowly crawling in the dark <3 just being a bit unnerving.

#miles morales #spider man #spiderman #like. when he camos he’s GONE gone not just visually. a heart monitor would flatline motion sensors wouldn’t go off etc #and making no noise when he walks <3 you see glass crack under him without a sound #halloween fic where the spider-people are a bit creepy and scary and dare i say even spooky #m&m posts

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op. op pls i devoured your fic rec list. do you have. perchance. more to share. pls. (if you want ofc) jason requires All the hugs. esp when he gets to be Safe in bruce or dick's arms again like they're protecting him even though hes all grown up now and doesn't need protecting but that's his Family and they Love Him op im having emotions (tone lighthearted i just think you have good taste in fics and am wondering if you would want to rec some more? no pressure LOL)

anon, this has to be one of the best compliments ive ever received in my life lmao thank u for saying i have good taste in fics 😂

ive got 10 more recs for ya! i tried to centre it on jason with bruce and/or dick but there are a couple that have an even focus on other siblings too. those will still have the good jason stuff in it tho. 😌😌

also this time not all of them are h/c lol soz some of them are just fluff 🙏 but they do all have good family feels!!! and im pretty sure jason gets hugs in most of them too haha.

anyways, onto some (more) good jason todd family feels gen fic! once again: word count rounded to the nearest thousand, and listed in no particular order.

The Cave by lurkinglurkerwholurks | 4k

jason and dick get stranded on an island and dick is injured so jay goes to explore the island on his own and finds a sketchy cave he goes to explore. shit happens. as a younger sibling myself, i found it pretty accurately captures the complexity and the depth of sibling feelings and relationships (esp dick's older brother-ness) in a situation thats been dialed to 11.

through the valley of the shadow by Goldmonger | 10k

jason gets captured and tortured and inadvisably makes his way out of the building even though he's exacerbating his wounds bc he doesnt want to risk waiting for a father bat that will never come. bruce does get there in time and jay recovers at the manor, to his great annoyance and reluctant warmth.

Ornaments by haunt_the_stars | 2k

it's the holidays & bruce is counting kids (checking in on them) when he finds jason crying by the christmas tree bc bruce buys them all a new ornament every year and jason doesnt have any after his death and it's not fair he missed out on so much of his youth. i cried reading this but it was also cute. (tbf, literally any time jason contemplates the teenage years he missed out on due to his death etc., i cry lol.)

and if only i could make a deal with god by foreverstudent | 21k

one of the ones with a more even focus on everyone. id actually say it's about bruce. feels are good tho, and jason does get a hug. the bat boys get sent back in time and find a bruce that just started being batman standing in front of his parents' graves and wondering if he should stop being batman to find happiness in marriage. the boys unanimously decide to convince bruce to give up the bat so he can be happy, even though it majorly risks their own futures (and in dami's case, his actual life).

Tap Out by coyote_nebula | 8k

jay's at a gala and gets poisoned and as he struggles to breathe (and his family panics), he contemplates all the other times he felt like he was gonna die. focuses heavily on the concept of tapping out as a way to practice boundaries, esp in his relationship w bruce.

You, Me, and the Humanity in Between by JUBE514 | 66k

this is kind of fantasy realism? and this is another fic that focuses more evenly on everyone. bruce keeps finding these kids that arent really human, adopting them and giving them a childhood (and family!) anyways. it's sweet and my favourite thing about it is that the boys all pass around bruce's gotham knights sweater for comfort clothing. also there's a part where john constantine is like "h o w do you keep finding them?!?!" it's good lol. ah and i just love when stories explore what it means to be human.

The 70 Days After Groundhog Day by Ptelea | 44k

this is a dick pov fic that goes through the aftermath of a time loop only jason remembers. it's not often you get to read about the after effects instead of the time loop itself, which i thought was cool, and it goes into the way jason and his relationship to the family has changed bc of this thing only he remembers. focuses most heavily on dick & jay.

Commencement by ivy_and_ivory | 3k

jason invites bruce to his uni graduation :') what i like the most is that jason's not just thinking of how he feels now, he's thinking about how he'll feel in the future. he might still feel weird about bruce now but in the future he thinks he'll have wanted b to be there. it makes me so soft to read about this jason that's looking toward the future again, instead of focusing on his death and his past.

The Bedtime Chronicles by SillySunshine | 5k (series)

the rule is, as long as bruce can pick you up, he can still ground you. 😤 the first fic is robin jason and it's all v fluffy and adorable. the second fic is red hood jason so it's angsty and then hilarious (obvs b can still pick him up) and then fluffy. we love sappy father & son fic in this house!

pantry by envysparkler | 4k

one by one, jason's siblings congregate in his apartment to get away from bruce/seek refuge after a hard day/generally annoy him. jay-centric, tho all the siblings + bruce star pretty equally. fluff & humour! spoiler alert: eventually he escapes to the manor lmao.

#rei replies #jason todd #fic recs #batfamily #it took me a hot second to pick 10 that fit the criteria u mentioned anon lol #jason is now officially my number one most bookmarked character 🥲#'you me and the humanity in between' has my whole heart lol it's so INTERESTING #dick is this wooden doll that gains sentience after years of being cherished by the grayson family #jay is part of the soul of gotham come alive from the city's stone #tim is a statue that was part of a grave of a boy that died a long time ago.#his parents found the grave and the statue boy on a dig and brought him home as an artefact to be admired from behind a glass case #and dami is completely human.#anyways clark gets kinda freaked out cuz the first three robins dont have heartbeats lol #it's good stuff!!!!!!

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jurdanhell · 8 months

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Commissions

As requested, I'm going to open some writing commissions! I've attached the form below, so anyone who's interested can take a look at it.

I wanted to keep them affordable so that they were accessible to more folks. I've also included a list of fandoms I'm willing to write for that I'll update as I see fit! Commissions will take priority over requests!

Commission Form Here!

Reblogs are of course, always appreciated, and feel free to check out my Masterlist if you need a feel for my writing style! I have an AO3 with the same handle where everything on Tumblr can also be found. Thank you and enjoy!

#commissions #open commissions #writing #tfota #fic #fanfic #jurdan #kanej #soc #grishaverse #heartstopper #the folk of the air #caraval #once upon a broken heart #throne of glass #fourth wing #percy jackson

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dumpster-fire-sapphic-failgirl · 5 months

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Glass Heart gang, based on the latest fireside drop:

lol like i’m gonna put “Yes” as an option

#worlds beyond number spoilers #worlds beyond number #the wizard the witch and the wild one spoilers #the wizard the witch and the wild one #glassheart #glass heart #I captain this ship motherfucker #if we don’t like canon we can fic it #fics it? kinda sound like fix it. lol

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slytherhys · 2 years

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Strung-Out Heart

A/N - I started writing this for Rowaelin Month but honestly I'm enjoying it way too much not to keep writing it (if you like reading it). Hope you enjoy this!

TW - strong language, mature themes.

Chapter I

Aelin

Whenever tragedy was about to strike, Aelin Galathynius would feel a sharp sting at her right wrist. At least she thought she did.

Aelin couldn’t exactly swear tragedy always struck when she felt that particular sting under an old tattoo, nor could she swear all the events that followed it were exactly tragic – Aelin had, after all, a flare for the dramatics – but her body did seem to know when something was about to happen. Like those poor souls who’d suffer from knee pains whenever it would rain, or the ones that sneezed right before a thunderstorm broke. Aelin couldn’t help but feel envious of them – the idea of sneezing before thunder did seem a bit more appealing than feeling your skin prickle as your luck runs out.

And on the 1st of September, at exactly 2:32 in the morning, Aelin Galathynius felt her luck run out – right before the sound of keys rattling against the lock of Aedion’s front door echoed through the kitchen, followed by the soft thud of heavy boots chanting against the wooden floors. But not even the strongest of pains could ever prepare her for the sight of Rowan Whitethorn looking beautifully dishevelled in her cousin’s kitchen, the moonlight hitting his features just right. He almost looked angelic – if not for the look of pure shock and disbelief on his face. Other feelings lurked under the surface, but Aelin wasn’t quite prepared to deal with them at 2AM in her pyjamas while he looked at her as if trying to decide whether to kill her or kiss her. She didn’t want to think about that either if we’re being honest.

She knew sooner or later she would have to face Rowan; Orynth wasn’t exactly a big town, and her cousin was a close friend of Rowan’s. So was Lysandra. And Lorcan. And Elide… Such was the tragedy of having the same group of friends, Aelin thought. But the point remains that the fated encounter wasn’t supposed to take place in Aedion’s rustic kitchen, in the dark, while Aelin ate what was probably the last box of Aedion’s breakfast cereals while she watched a romantic movie so bad it was borderline embarrassing.

It had been 3 years since she had last seen him – all her fault, she knew. The last time she’d seen him, Rowan’s hair had been long, falling down his back in a sea of gleaming silver as his genetics demanded; he frequently wore it up in a bun or a braid of some sort. She remembered his kind pine-green eyes too, the way they used to find her every time she entered the room. They looked at her now with little kindness.

His hair was short now, a few strands curling and falling in front of his eyes. He looked bigger than before as well as if all the muscles he had before weren’t already enough. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt and – Hellas – a pair of grey sweatpants, looking like sin incarnate. Aelin wasn’t sure she wasn’t blushing, and she had to thank the dark kitchen for the concealment it offered her. There’s a black bag in his hand – probably the reason he was there that late – but he did nothing to set it down. He simply stared, his gaze cold and calculating. Aelin stood up from her place at the table, the only sound in the room the legs of her chair groaning against the floor. She readied herself to say something but in true Rowan fashion, he beat her to it.

“What are you doing here?” His voice was hoarse, sounding softer than what he probably intended if his expression was anything to go by. She wasn’t sure how to answer him. She could tell him a million reasons, but almost all of them included Rowan and Aelin wasn’t sure he would react well to that. Not tonight. There was so much Aelin wanted to tell him; so much she wanted to ask. But now wasn’t the time. She wasn’t sure there would ever be a time, but she had to be hopeful. She had to, or she would have nothing left. She had little to lose at this point – Rowan already held her entire being at his mercy. He always did.

“Hi, Rowan.” She tried sending him a soft smile but by the way he flinched, she wasn’t sure it did any good to either of them.

Rowan clenched his jaw as he took a deep breath. Aelin felt so small when he looked at her like that – and the worst part is that he had every reason to do so. “What are you doing here?” He tried again, this time through gritted teeth.

“Aedion is letting me crash for a while.” She tried to explain, but it sounded weak even to her own ears.

“Why, Aelin?” He was so still.

“I’m back in town.” She gestured with her hands around her, as if the room around held all the answers they were both looking for. It was to no use – he wasn’t even looking at her, his face was turned to the side as if it pained him to see her. “Just for a while.” She added weakly.

“How. Long.” He pushed every word like they weighed a ton. Aelin watched him carefully, debating what to tell him. Would a little white lie hurt them much at this point? If he knew the truth, he probably would do everything in his power to avoid her and that was everything Aelin wanted – needed – to avoid right now. She sighed, dropping her head slightly and looking away. She had never been able to face him when she lied to him.

“I don’t know, Rowan.” She swallowed, her throat feeling terribly dry. “Not for long.” He finally looked at her, as if asking for more. She felt like crying. “A few days, I guess.” She shrugged and looked at him, waiting for him to say something. That long? He could say. That little? Just stay a bit longer, he could ask.

The time for him to ask her to stay had come and gone, she supposed.

“Tell Aedion I dropped this off.” Rowan said as he dropped the black bag on top of the table, turned around and left the apartment without a backward glance. Aelin felt defeated, drained enough to not even want to poke around the bag Rowan had just dropped for Aedion at 2AM.

He had left like she once had, as if showing her he now held the upper hand. Aelin guessed he probably did. Other than the occasional information from Aedion, she knew nothing about his current life. Did he still live in the same apartment, a few minutes away from the studio? Did he still order the same breakfast burrito every morning from the coffee shop in his building? Did he have a girlfriend, now? A fiancée? A wife? She wasn’t sure she could handle finding out.

But one thing was certain: no matter how much Rowan’s life had changed, Aelin would show him how good they could be together– if only they could try again. Maybe that made her selfish, and maybe it made her stubborn, but she had once made the mistake of giving up on them – she wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.

Now all she had to do was hope he was willing to give her a second chance.

#rowaelin fic #rowaelin #rowan x aelin #rowan whitethorn #aelin galythinius #aelin fic #tog fic #tog #throne of glass fanfiction #throne of glass fic #throne of glass #rowaelin au #strung out heart #rowaelin month

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