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acotarxreader · 25 days

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Lessons in Herbology

Azriel X Reader

Synopsis: You and Azriel are frequently at odds with one another but when Azriel accidently destroys your life's work, the illyrian will do anything to make it up to you.

Warnings: Angst, Smut, scratching? biting

A/N: Alrighty we got some frenemies smut situation going on hehe let me know what you think friends!

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“AZRIEL!” You screamed from the top of the stairs of the Town House, your voice carried through the whole house and practically into the neighbour's. You had never been so angry with him in your life, with real thoughts that you were going to kill him. You quickly stepped down the stairs, your gait heavily weighted with rage.

“Gods YN, I was in the kitchen not Summer Court” Azriel laughed, meeting you at the bottom of the stairs. His eyes landed on the shredded manuscript you held in your hand, his eyes moved from the ribbons of paper to your enraged eyes. Azriel bolted towards the lounge where your friends sat alarmed at the volume of your voice and pace of Azriels sprint. You darted after him only to have a weight thrown into your stomach, hoisting you off your feet and over a broad shoulder.

“CASS! PUT ME DOWN” Cassian held you as you tried to wriggle from the fireman-style hold, some of the shreds of paper flying around the room.

“Calm down YN we can fix whatever it is - Gods stop hitting me!” he fought against the urge to drop you, Azriel taking sanctuary stood behind the sofa. You allow your body to go limp, forcing a deep breath from your lungs until they empty.

“What on Prythian is going on in here? I heard the shouting from the end of the garden?” Rhysand entered the lounge to his friends, concern and humour painted his face.

“He shredded my FINAL DRAFT of the medicinal encyclopedia I was writing to finally finish my fucking healer apprenticeship” the group inhaled sharply at the severity. You had been working on that for months, it needed to be submitted in a week, eyes all then landing on Azriel.

“I didn’t mean to! I was looking for something in your room and my shadows got a bit frantic at the urgency and-” “-What the hell were you doing in my room?!” you still hung over Cassian's shoulder, simmering in anger.

“-I was looking for Truth Teller AFTER YOU USED IT TO CUT UP HERB SAMPLES” Azriels own voice raising, remembering the disrespect you had shown him the week previously.

“-I’M GOING TO KILL YOU SHADOWSINGER” You began thrashing again, Cassian's fingers burying into your hips.

“Would you two hurry up and have sex already?” The room's eyes landed on a very bored Amren as she rose and made her exit. You breathed deeply out once again.

“Okay, okay, I am calm, I am zen, put me down”

“Ehh I don’t think-”

“I SAID I’M FUCKING ZEN-” you coughed after shouting, clearing your throat before speaking again “-Ahem, I mean, Cassian, if you would please return me to the ground, I am Zen” Cassian glanced at Azriel who looked genuinely terrified.

“Okay, no killing Az though, he owes me a drink-”

“Wow thanks, Cass, my life is only worth a glass of whiskey” Azriel rolled his eyes to his brother as Cassian lowered you to the ground. You ran your hands down the front of your trousers, breathing out until the blood rush from being upside down released itself.

The inner circle watched as you moved towards the kitchen, Azriel remaining behind the sofa as a buffer. You returned a jug of water and the broom, no one taking their eyes off you.

“Cass, please help me with this for a moment” You stood on the edge of the opposite sofa to Azriel, placing the mouth of the jug flush to the roof, the broom then pushed at the base supporting the jug. You gestured with your head for Cassian to take hold of the broom, allowing you to release the jug, its weight now supported by Cassian holding the broom.

“Now, don’t move or you’ll soak the place Cass-”

“-wait what?” Cassian's confusion was cut off by your sudden movement darting towards Azriel.

“COME HERE AZRIEL!” you flew over the sofa that was protecting Azriel, slamming into his chest and sending him flying to the ground, Cassian was completely caught off guard and unsure of what to do, looking between the jug and his two friends near killing one another. Mor, Rhysand and Feyre keeled over with laughter.

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You lay flat on your bed, staring up at the ceiling, the magnitude of the workload ahead of you washing over you. You left a soaked Cassian to mop up the water after Rhysand finally caught his breath from laughing to separate you from Azriel. You allowed the tears to fall down your cheeks, unable to hold them in any longer.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, sighing while trying to pull the tears back in, a knock gently tapping off your oak door. You silently hoped it was Cassian or Feyre, wishing to openly cry into their arms at your future dissolving in front of your eyes. You opened the door, Azriel blowing in the door passed you before you could close it on him. You were shocked as you closed the door gently so as not to wake the rest of the house, Azriel pacing your room.

“Azriel, please go, I just can’t with you right now” “YN, I am so so s- were you crying?” you span away from him, drifting over towards your bed, climbing into the centre of the shredded paper nest you had made.

“Look, I’m really sorry about the manuscript, normally I wouldn’t care if I drove you this insane but I really didn’t set out to ruin your manuscript as some sort of vendetta-” “You’re rambling Az” “Sorry sorry, long story short I’m here to help you rewrite the whole thing-” your laugh at his words cutting him off before he continued, sitting at the edge of your bed to continue his plea.

“I know I don’t know anything about healing other than what not to do but I can write a lot faster than you and I know you hate me right now but I’m still your friend in a weird us kinda way right?” you didn’t have a reply to that. You and Azriel frequently fought but you were still friends beneath it all.

You didn't expect your body to move towards his, exhaustion and stress perhaps blurring your thought process. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug, his arms wrapping around your waist returning the sentiment. You fought against your body again, losing the fight as tears began to fall from your waterline once again.

“I am a terrible friend” he whispered into your hair, feeling the scope of the burden his haste had brought you.

“Yeah, you kinda are” You laughed through your tears, your joking tone returned the lightness to Azriels chest. Silence fell around the room, you both just taking a moment to hold one another in ease, a new sense of comfort growing between you both.

You separated, moving deeper into the bed, handing him blank sheets and a pen as you wiped your tears with your sleeve. Azriel slid into the bed alongside you and after a quick debrief, you both began the work of diving into herbology.

You both wrote and researched until three in the morning rolled around, and your eyes grew heavy, sleep fighting your need to keep writing.

“Okay YN, that’s enough” Azriel barely whispered as your eyes finally lost the fight. Your weight fell softly into Azriels side as he gently pulled the pen and paper from your hand. His shadows swept up the stray sheets into a pile on the floor before they pulled a throw blanket from the base of the bed over the both of you. Azriel too tired to fight their mother-hen energy.

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The sunlight crossed your eyes as you rested into Azriels chest causing you to squint into the unforgiving rays. You rolled into Azriels side tighter, further tangling your legs together with a groan of comfort. You then shot upwards in the bed.

“Gods YN what's wrong?” he stretched the words out while straightening his arms out above his head, his eyes adjusting to the light.

“I just woke up next to you is what's wrong! Leave before someone sees you, they'll never let it go” “YN don’t be annoying, nothing happened-” he rolled back towards you, reaching his arm across your abdomen and pulling you back into the mattress “-you were blocking the sun from my eyes a minute ago” You hit him gently into the chest laughing at his dumb smirk and yet you obeyed.

“OH MY GODS I NEED TO FINISH WRITING” You shot back up remembering the mammoth workload ahead of you, Azriel being sent flying towards the floor with your sudden upward movement.

“Okay okay fucking hell, I'll go get you a coffee” he half laughed, pushing himself from the ground and quietly out into the hall.

Azriel strode down the stairs, feeling weirdly warm towards the thoughts of this morning.

“Hey Az, do you-” “Nothing! I did nothing” Cassian raised an eyebrow to the spymaster's rushed and unusually uncontrolled response.

“Okay, I’m going to choose to pretend that wasn’t incredibly suspicious” he laughed from the lounge where he sipped his coffee.

“Wait, I thought you went to the House of Wind last night”

“Yeah I was but then YN and I fell asleep after-” “After what Az? Wait, did you just come out of her room?” he couldn’t hide the giddy smug tone coating his words.

“No no no” Azriel tried to brush him off, moving into the kitchen with Cassian hot on his heels.

“Azriel, did you and YN-” “-Cassian! Do not finish that sentence!” Azriel scrunched his eyes together before reaching for a coffee mug from the press.

“Az, you don’t drink coffee” Cassian smirk now turning to a blinding grin.

“It's for YN and before you start, I was helping her with her manuscript and then we fell asleep, literally nothing else happened” Azriel boiled the water, still refusing to turn to face the Illyrian warrior.

“Did you want something to happen Az? Was it a lesson in Chemistry instead of a lesson in Herbology?” The question caught him entirely off guard, dropping the pouch of coffee granules into the sink with a swear.

“Ohhhhh Azie like YNN-ie”

“Shh she could hear you” he whipped around to his brother with panic at his teasing tone.

“Oh shit you didn’t deny it” Cassin punched Azriel’s arm playfully but harder than intended, some element of his protective nature rearing its head.

“Look, I don’t know, you know I don’t know, I just find her mesmerising but also a mind-altering amount of frustrating”

“Ohh Az you got it so bad for her” he pushed Azriel coltishly again. Azriel returned to finishing the coffee, the noticeable silence from his brother raising a question in his mind. Azriel turned back to find Cassian's eyes fixed heavily onto the ground, now unable to meet his eye.

“Cass…what do you know?”

“N-nothing” Azriel only raised an eyebrow in response, he would always be able to spot a lie, especially with Cassian. Azriel caught Cassian's shoulders and forced him to look into his eyes

“Cassian, you need to tell me right now if I even have the slightest of chances with YN'' The clear and definitive tone of Azriels voice was not lost on Cassian.

“Yeah Az, I kind of do know something” Cassian then proceeded to tell Aziel the story of you. How you liked him since you met four hundred years ago, how you believed you would never be like Mor in his eyes, how you knew you’d never be like Elain in his eyes, your fighting going into overdrive, especially at the time of Elains introduction to your world. How you tried to process and bury your feelings, choosing to stay his frenemy rather than ever risk losing him to unrequited feelings. At the end of it, Azriel felt awash with every and all emotion.

“So wait what about now, does she still feel those feelings?” “Do you want to be with her?”

“We’re not talking about me right now Cass, we’re talking about her! Well?!” “Yeah Az, she still does - Gods she's going to kill me where I stand” Azriel barely heard what was said after the confirmation of what he had secretly wanted for so long. He took a step back from Cass, shock colouring his face before he found his feet rushing him up the stairs and away from Cassian's calls to be careful.

You sat writing away, almost halfway complete with the rewrite as Azriel nearly lashed the door off the hinges and slammed it closed almost as hard. Azriel almost took two steps at a time as he closed the distance between you, he snatched the paper from your hands, throwing it any which way.

“Az what the fuck-” Your confused laugh was cut off as Azriel lunged forward, pushing you into the bed, and hovering above you. You looked into his hazel eyes, which seemed almost lit with fear before he leaned down and connected his lips to yours. You felt the stress he had caused you yesterday be instantly replaced with a pure lightness. He pulled back to look into your eyes again, his face the picture of apologies and petrification, not believing his actions.

“I am so sor-” You cut off his apology by pulling him back to meet you, him smiling into your lips as they met hurriedly.

“This-is-so-crazy” he breathes between kisses.

“It-could-get-crazier” You almost giggled into the breathy kisses, Azriels shadows responding to you by wrapping around your curves. You sat up from beneath him, only separating from him to pull your shirt from over your head, Azriel repeating the action with his own linen. You ran your hands down his chiselled bare chest and he began to nip at yours.

“Are you sure you want to do this YN?” you smiled at his kind eyes, placing a tender kiss in reassurance. As you separated his eyes had turned lustful, your hand reaching and grazing his bulge, gaining a slight groan from him. He promptly stood and removed his trousers as you kicked off your own, sliding further into the bed and beckoning him to follow you. You let out a whimper at the feeling of his teeth marbling your neck, marking you as his.

“I’m gonna give you such crap about that beautiful noise later YN” he grinned, abusing the spot that gained the noise causing more to leave you. He claimed the spot until dapples decorated your skin, the feeling of him hard against you was driving you crazy quickly. You bucked your hips up to meet him harder in sweet friction.

“Okay I can’t wait any longer, I need you, I really fucking need you” he panted, pulling his underwear down, unleashing his full glory, your mouth almost drying at the sight.

Azriel slowly inched into you, allowing you to adjust to the massive length of him, your nails digging into his shoulders in glorious pain. Azriel raised a hand above your head to support himself, your eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as he began to move. Your nails racked up his back at the growing speed, your growing moans spurring him on. Azriels wings splayed out to balance himself, your hand found itself trancing gently the spines sending gratifying shivers down Azriels back.

Your head fell back as you both began to sink into synchronised movement, tightening around him the band began to tighten and tighten and tighten until finally, it snapped. You almost roared his name at the release of pure endorphins, the sound sending Azriel sailing over his own edge. Your legs still wrapped around him as he began to shake through his own orgasm before he slowly pulled out and collapsed breathlessly beside you.

Azriel sat up, hauling the duvet up and over you both as you leaned your back flush with his chest, breathing, fighting to return to regular rhythm.

“Four hundred years huh?” Azriel puffed the words out with a smile. You took a moment to process the words.

“I am going to kill Cassian” You squeezed your eyes closed in almost embarrassment, Azriel leaning forward and kissing your cheek softly.

“Am I forgiven for the manuscript incident?” you hummed in answer to his question, eyes relaxing closed as you both tangled together. You looked to the ground to see Azriel’s shadows mending shreds of paper together.

“Az…did you know that your shadows could do that?” you sat up looking at the now-mended manuscript on the floor.

“Eh…yes I did, I just wanted to spend time with you, don’t kill me” he looked panicked to your disbelief. You just allowed a loud laugh to escape your chest at the absurdity of it all.

“I think you’ll be making it up to me for the rest of your life” “I can’t wait”

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aaaaaahhhhhhaaaaaahhhhhh · 2 years

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I would like to commission someone who knows what they are doing to make a label for a bottle of whiskey in the style of Dr. Bronners soap, but using the lyrics for “the humours of whiskey”

#dr. bronner’s #soap #whiskey #the humours of whiskey #label making #a jug would work too #I probably could #but I don’t have time #dr. bronner’s magic soap

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vintagelocale · 2 years

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#Vintage Bottle #Whiskey Bottle #Wood Whiskey Bottle #Original Bottle #bottle #antinique bottle #vintage jug #antique bottle #antique objects #museums #antiques #nature #sculpture #wildlife #photography #art

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leonw4nter · 4 days

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HAIII!!! I saw that ur requests r open!! Can u write a death island x gn!reader where the reader squeezes his cheeks n' it's all fluffy n' cute? I feel like behind all that muscle is baby fat that's just MEANT to be squeezed - 🐰

It Only Takes Half A Bottle of Whiskey

DI!Leon x GN!Reader

“Details of the mission coincide with the objectives laid down to consider this mission a success and therefore, I would like to consider this case closed and marked successful. Congratulations to our very own agents Kennedy and L/N.”

The room erupted in claps, lips spreading into relieved smiles. The last mission was not easy, many undertakings taken in order to see the mission to its success and one of the many measures taken was a false marriage between you and Leon, complete with a wedding and wedding bands, as well as expertly fabricated marriage certificates in order to pass as ordinary newly-weds who had normal jobs as IT technicians. The entire ordeal took almost 2 years, which seems plenty to the average person but an incredibly short notice to agents assigned on this demanding commission. Despite the mission being over, you two still had to uphold the married couple facade and keep working on the IT company before drafting letters of resignation in order to not rouse any suspicions with the people who had grown to know and be familiar with you and Leon. One of the procedures involved coming home together holding hands as you passed through the exit, getting in the same car, living under one roof, and retiring in the same bed.

As soon as you two get home, you rush over to collapse on the couch with a loud exhale before taking the glasses off of your face and setting them beside you. You recline your head and run a hand through your hair, eyes shut as you try to block out the noises of the world. Leon removes his dress shoes and walks around the duplex in his black socks, his shoes in one hand and your shoes in the other as he returns them to the shoe cabinet before walking back to the couch and sitting beside you. He takes your glasses and sets them down at the coffee table in front of you and takes his seat, letting out a loud sigh of his own as he gets the remote and turns the TV on to a cooking channel. Shrugging his jacket off, he turns his head to observe you for a moment only to see your eyes staring into the white ceiling of the dim living room.

“You tired?” He asks as he folds his jacket and places it on the arm of the couch, too tired to get up and place them in the bedroom or think of changing into loungewear. You nod, sitting back up as you wipe a hand across your face before reaching to get your glasses and put them back on.

“I need a drink after all that shit,” you groan as you undo one more button of your button-up. Leon hums and turns his attention back to the chef cutting the carrots, which is short-lived as he tilts it again to face you.

“I’ll help you to bed, how’s that sound? It’s better than alcohol.”

“Help me to bed after I have a nice, cold, glass of double-black whiskey.”

With that, you get up from the couch and walk up to the alcohol cabinet to get the glass. As you open the cabinet, you feel a warmth press against your back and see a strong arm reach up for 2 glasses. Leon closes the cabinet door with his free hand and sets two glasses down. His action scared you for a little bit since he walked with virtually no noise and you only felt his presence when his muscled front pressed against you, effectively trapping you in if he planned on hurting you but thank god he didn’t. He takes a jug of apple juice and pours it into his glass instead of the whiskey, which you aren’t too surprised about; he’s been 3 months sober. You just stare at him, admiring the way his arms looked amazing with crisp white sleeves rolled up until his elbows, a hand resting on the marble as he takes the glass and drinks the juice. He raises an eyebrow when he spots you staring in his peripheral, setting the glass down with a small clink against the kitchen counter.

“Like what you see?” He asks with a lazy grin and a wink. You turn your attention back to the glass he set in front of you, staring at it so intensely you would have shattered the glass with the daggers you were shooting with your tired eyes.

“You wish,” you retort as you pour the dark liquid into the glass and toss in a block or two of ice before taking a swig and feeling the liquid burn its way into your system despite the coldness that the ice offered. You hear Leon softly chuckle before having another drink of his fruit juice, his soft gaze watching over you as you take sips and loud sighs after you swallow the amber liquid. You take the tall bottle and your heavy-bottomed whiskey glass and sit down on the wooden floors, placing them down beside you. You take another swig and look at Leon, patting the space beside you.

“Sit,” you say.

“You’re saying that like I’m a dog,” your ‘husband’ responds.

“C’mere, boy! C’mere!” You teasingly say in a higher pitched voice, clapping with both your hands to beckon him to sit beside you.

Leon rolls his eyes but sits beside you, propping one knee up to rest his hand on as he looks at your glass.

“Good boy,” you say with a sly grin.

“Okay you’re a freak,” he says as he jokingly begins to sit up again but not before your free hand shoots up to grasp at his wrist.

“Okay, I’m sorry I won’t do that.”

“Right.”

“Please? Please? C’mon Leon, don’t be boring.”

“Fine.”

You smile and chuckle softly as he sits back down beside you, knuckles occasionally brushing against each other. You two sit in complete silence, the silence interrupted only by the sounds of breathing and sighs. Your gaze fell on the gold band wrapped around the base of your ring fingers, studying the way the light reflected off of the smooth surface. Eventually, your gaze flitted to Leon’s right ring finger to admire his own ring.

“It looks damn good on him,” you thought to yourself. “Damn, marriage is a good look for you, Kennedy.”

He absent-mindedly fidgeted with his ring, tilting and adjusting it; that’s what he always did when he was deep in thought or bored. You noticed it became a habit as soon as you two had to wear these rings everywhere, even on side missions. Although he could remove it when you two were in your own home, he chose to keep it on which you followed suit since it only felt right.

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The whiskey soon started tasting like water and now you were down to unbuttoning the second button of your work shirt. It was a little harder to keep your head up now and your lids were threatening to close. You leaned your head on Leon’s shoulder, not missing how you felt him tense up despite your inebriated condition.

“Leon, ’m sleepy.”

He looked at you, seeing how the whiskey caused your cheeks and ears to burn pink like a Fuji apple. Your lids were droopy and your eyes were glossy, an obvious sign that you were drunk and done for tonight. He chuckles softly as he adjusts you so he could carry you to your shared room.

“I’m fine, Leon.” you confidently slur as he lifted your frame up and out of the kitchen.

“Nope, you’re not. We’re going to bed now.”

“C’monnn… I can handle my… liquor like a champ...”

Leon gave you a stern look before setting you down on your side of the bed before making a quick trip back to the kitchen to fetch you a glass of water and pills to take. Despite the frequent jokes he made to make you feel a lot more comfortable in his presence, you would be lying if you didn’t enjoy this authoritative side of him outside of the field. He comes back and sets them on your bedside table, making it near enough without making the water prone to spilling due to your uncoordinated state.

“Anything else you need?” He almost slipped up and called you ‘honey’.

“Bath.”

“Gotcha.”

Since it would prove to be too difficult to get you cleaned up right now, he settled on finding a basin and a rag to wash you with. After asking your permission, he removed your garments before wiping you down to let yourself feel a little more clean before a proper bath in the morning and dressed you in a clean shirt and sleep shorts before freshening himself up to get in bed with you and calling it a night. After a few minutes, he got on his side of the bed but still kept some distance so you wouldn’t feel like your privacy was being invaded. He shifted, moving as gently as he could so the mattress wouldn’t move along with him and disrupt your sleep. He finally managed to lay on his side, his arms crossed and his eyes shut but he still kept his ears active. He suddenly remembered something and opened his eyes again; he turned around and glanced at you.

“Good night,” he said.

Normally, he’d add a sappy nickname like “sweetheart” or “honey” at the end to make his husband act feel more natural for him but he decided not to this night since he felt weird. Weird in a way that if he said it, he’d jump out of bed and dive out of a window and plummet into a pool of pink and red heart balloons while glitter bombs went off around him. He knew what he felt but he didn’t want to give it a name and properly label it; he wasn’t even sure if you saw him the same way he saw you. When you didn’t give any kind of response, he turned around and sat up to look at you through the dark, the white streetlights being the only source of light beaming in through gray curtains. He inched closer to see you and placed a finger just underneath your nostrils, hoping to feel a soft gust of warm air be expelled. When he felt that, he placed a finger on the pulse point of your neck before concluding that you really are fine, just deeply asleep.

He chuckles to himself, smiling softly as he extends a hand to brush some hair away from your forehead. Before he can stop himself, that small gesture turns into him adjusting the duvet so you wouldn’t sweat under warm bundles of fabric sometime in the night. Now, he’s trapped in your arms when you quickly extend your arms above you and yanked him down to your body. All while your eyes were still shut.

He could easily escape and retreat back to his side of the bed and really call it a night this time but he doesn’t. He decides to stay like that for a bit and he knows why but then again, he doesn’t want to name the reason.

“Y’think you’re so slick, Kennedy,” you groggily mumble. His head is pressed against your chest, his arms extended from his side in an awkward position, and he subconsciously holds a breath in.

“Jus’ tell me if you wanna cuddle,” you slur. “I know y’wanna coz I wanna too.”

You pull him off of you and lay him back down on his side of the bed, frozen in shock and baffled at how things have taken for a turn. He lays still and watches you silently with wide eyes, observing you. You crawl near him and stare at him at the side… well, an excuse of a stare since your lids were drooping and you couldn’t seem to get your eyes to focus nicely on him. You sat up and placed a hand on his stubbly cheek, gently rubbing on the bristly cheek with a soft thumb. He tensed at the delicate feel of your hands on his face, handling it with so much care as if he’s a fragile piece of artwork. A pop of color spreads on his cheeks and the tips of his ears as you look him in the eyes as if you’re trying to count all the specks of gray he didn’t know his eyes had while trying to fish out a well-hidden feeling within his weary soul.

“Ow!” Leon yelps when you suddenly pinch a cheek of his just as his eyes were about to close and savor the wholesomeness of the moment. “What’d you do that for?!”

“Y’ve got… puffy cheeks. I love that in a man.”

“Puffy cheeks?”

You give his cheek a poke before pinching them again, this time much softer than the first since we voiced out his discomfort. You continue poking and pinching the skin bristly with coarse hairs, occasionally squishing them together to make his lips puckered up. He relaxes eventually, letting you knead and feel his face. He probably had more wrinkles on his face than most men his age do and he knows he doesn’t have the best skin ever and he’s thankful that you’re drunk enough to not notice the blemishes on his face. He wants to let his hands rest on your waist and just let you do your thing but he decides against it; you’re drunk and you aren’t in the clearest headspace right now. Although his intentions with wanting to perch his hand on your waist is nothing sexual, he still doesn’t want to proceed with that.

“Gosh, your spouse after me is going to be sooo lucky,” you mumble. “You’re so sweet, kind, sexy as fuck… you’re also intimidating sometimes but you’re like a teddy bear.”

“Teddy bear, huh?”

“A teddy bear with… a teddy bear strapped with guns, bullets, and knives.”

“A teddy bear that can’t get through airport security, basically.”

His response makes you laugh a little louder than it should have, a hand falling to your chest and you throw your head back. Leon didn’t think his joke was that funny until you laughed and chortled, grinning and beaming like it’s the funniest thing you’ve ever heard. Maybe it didn’t matter anymore if no one else laughed at his lame jokes as long as you did. And what did you mean “spouse after me”? Would he be able to find someone else after your “marriage” is dissolved? He fears that he wouldn’t love as truthfully and wholly as he does with you, that his soul would always look for you in the people he’d see. What if he wants his spouse to be you, even after this mission? “Agent L/N” is for everyone to praise but at the end of the day, Y/N will be his to love. You adjust yourself and nearly plop on his side, tucked underneath his arm with one hand still on his face. Slowly, you grow drowsier as sleep pulls you deep in its embrace.

“Just… for yawn tonight,” you softly whisper while safely tucked into his side.

“You can… forget this, if you want.” Another yawn before you totally fall asleep again.

“Gosh, that hangover is going to kill you tomorrow.” Leon whispers as he adjusts the sheets over your sleeping frame again.

He shifts in the bed, making sure the arm you’re laying on is still; he wants to move it around and get circulation back in that arm again but he’d deal with a purple arm in the morning if it meant giving you a nice rest before the alcohol in your system hits you like a train tomorrow. He gazes at the ring on his hand one last time and feels a surge of joy and pride in his heart, hoping that you feel the same when you look at your own ring.

NOTE - Before I update y'all with stuff going on in my life rn, I just wanna thank 🐰 anon for this request, I hope you liked it <3 OKAY. So I was gone for almost a month because so much happened in the time that I wasn't posting much-- I passed an entrance exam to a school I will transfer to after this year is over (I'm still in the process of passing requirements), I decided to start a Chris Redfield mochiposting IG account, I got lost in another town with my classmate while walking to a groupmate's house (a man was following us both but luckily nothing bad happened to us), I got sick twice in a row in a single month (1st time: screamed too much during a sports fest, did not drink water bc there was no water around the place; 2nd time: I was running low on sleep and did not have time for a break bc of the things I was doing), I had two infections in two different systems in my body (the same time as I got sick in the aforementioned stuff :3), and had my first ever sleepover at my BFF's house (slept at 4am cb we were eating and cooking so much while watching Demon Slayer). I also nosebled while watching filmvxq's (on TT) edit (the one w Take My Breath Away as the audio) and got really lightheaded... this isn't the first time btw <33 I also nosebled over a Vergil edit and I don't know how I keep doing this <33 My neck hurts so much and I have a crippling sushi addiction. SPEAKING OF SUSHI (what I'm about to say next has no relation), I got this TikTok about tubifex worms in a dirty sewer just before I took a bath and I was so disgusted, I was fighting for my life trying not to think about the worms while I was drenched in water. Also, my grades release next Friday and I hope those grades are somewhat sexy bro I can't go to another school with the nastiest math grade... I'm very number stupid... NEWAYS, that's all and thank you for reading my fics!!!! I <33333 UUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!

The dividers are made by @cafekitsune , the images are made by me (sourced from Pinterest).

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droopycoquette · 1 year

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Rest, My Love || Izogie x Fem!reader

Summary: Izogie needs to be pampered after a long day

Warnings: requested, fluff, suggestive content, black!reader

Word Count: 1.3k

A/n: This was requested by @szalipcombo

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You could feel her muscles move under you as you rubbed and pulled at her skin, kneading the knots away from her muscles. Her groans and soft whimpers filled your room and your ears, making your heart soar at the thought of pleasing your lover. You could make out every tick, flinch, and quiver her torso made under your thighs. You felt her muscles ripple as you massaged her shoulders. Their tenseness always amazed you, you could rub them for hours today and your love would still come back in knots tomorrow.

Her head rested in her arms as she lay on her stomach with you straddling her back. Her intricate braids hypnotized you as her skin slipped and rubbed against your hands with the help of the yangu oil.

“There is one trainee that stands out. All of the new ones are good, strong. But, her? She is different,” she explained, hints of a groan making its way into her tone.

“Hmm,” you acknowledged, not paying attention to what she was saying, too lost in your own world.

Your mind was far off in the distance, thinking of how Izogie puts her muscles to work. Small moments playing in your mental theatre. Like when she lifted you on her shoulders to reach the mangos on the top shelf, or when you asked her to fill up a water jug by the river and she came back with two in each arm. You stopped yourself from clenching your thighs, the sight of your lover smirking up at you was not one you wanted to see tonight. The gloating she would do for the rest of the week would drive you insane.

“I call her Tse-tse,” she informed you proudly, head shifting to look to the right.

“Tse-tse,” you repeated, the name making you laugh. “What did she do to earn that title?”

Her deep voice made your soul happy. Little did you know that your little giggle made her soul happy. It was a sound she didn’t get to hear often, especially with the recent spike in Oyo attacks on villages.

“She constantly undermines us,” Igozie continued to complain. “Today she placed gunpowder in the solider’s heads. They exploded the moment we sliced through them.”

You chuckled as your thumbs circled under her shoulder blades, her back rippling, reacting to your touch. You gazed upon her armbands, the material straining to hold her muscled arms. The oil continuing to leave a honey-like glaze on her skin.

“She sounds a lot like you,” you giggled in endearment, leaning down to kiss her right shoulder.

“Like me,” she screeched.

“Yes,” you giggled more. “Look at it this way, my love.”

She went silent and you could visualize her eyebrow rising as her gaze became judgmental. You could picture her crossing her arms and staring down at you, effectively intimidating you.

“Well, I’m listening,” she mocked, eyes straining to see a glimpse of you.

“Remember when you were a trainee? How many times did the Meganon take your sword? How many times did you question her?”

Izogie was silent, knowing the answer.

“You’re supposed to be on my side,” she huffed. “Why are you against me in this.”

You rolled your eyes and continued to dig the heel of your palm into the nape of her neck. Her skin was silky from the constant oils and moisture placed on her skin but littered with bumps and ridges from the scars she wore with pride. A symbol of her dedication and love for her people.

“Be on my side,” she whined, the whiskey she drank earlier showing its effects.

“Remember the saying what goes around comes around, I believe that’s how the Europeans say it,” you started. “Well, I suppose this is payback for giving Meganon such a hard ti-”

Your sentence ended with a high-pitched squeal as Izogie flipped over, you now straddled her waist, facing her. Her hands naturally found your waist and you shivered as she ran the sharp of her nails up and down the sides of your torso.

“Do you remember what I say,” she questioned as she sat up, crossing her legs under you

Her chest rose and fell against yours while her eyes were dead set on you. A look of strictness and love mixed in her irises as her hands moved to squeeze your waist. You held your breath as she leaned into your left ear.

“Always obey Izogie,” she whispered, hands coming up to caress your upper back before kissing your neck. “Hmm. And I believe I said take my side.”

“I always obey,” you whispered, barely audible, your thighs now clenching around her waist.

Your heads now rested on each other's shoulders. Your breath was calming and tranquil, something unusual for Izogie, it felt foreign to her. To feel such peace. She had become so used to the heavy breathing of running and fighting that now, just sitting and breathing slowly, was something that felt strange.

“I love you,” you whispered. “I always fear for you when you leave the palace walls. When you leave Dahomey for Ouidah. It is hard to sleep, knowing that your love might not return to you.”

Izogie didn’t respond, choosing to nuzzle deeper into your neck, placing wet kisses everywhere she could.

“I know what you do is good,” you continued, rubbing her back. “But, I hear stories about the infantrymen’s wives. I see how they grieve when their husbands die.”

She continued to stay silent, basking in the feel of your skin on hers. However, you could sense her breathing get shaky as her grip on you tightened.

“Listen to me,” she began, lifting her head from your neck and bringing her hands to cage your face sweetly. “Look at me. I can’t promise that I’ll come back.”

Your heart began beating faster, her eyes still had a strictness in them now mixed with compassion and love. Your hands found her wrists and wrapped around them softly.

“What I can promise is that when I’m fighting, I fight for you. For your safety, to come back to you.”

Her hands stayed where they were, thumbs now rubbing your cheeks. Her eyes searched for understanding in yours, eyebrows furrowing in a desire to see her lover be on the same page as her.

“I love you,” she stated strongly, ”And I love the Agojie. I love being able to protect you from everything that wishes to harm you. I love being able to come home, knowing that I did everything in my power to keep you safe. I just want to keep you safe.”

You glanced up at her through your eyelashes. You gazed at her eyes as you saw the emotion that swirled in them. Bringing your hand to grab her left wrist, you put her palm to your lips, planting a small kiss on her hand.

“I know, my love,” you agreed. “I just want you to be happy, and cared for. I know the trainees are a lot but please come to me before it gets to be too much instead of at your breaking point.”

“It’s not the trainees, my treasure. It's the Oyo, it's the Europeans, it's everyone. Everyone wishes for Dohomey’s end,” Izogie let out, forehead falling back on your shoulder.

You brought your hand to her hair, scratching and massaging her scalp. She groaned into your shoulder at the satisfaction she felt at your nails. Her thumbs on your upper back rubbed against your shoulder blades.

“I just wish everything would stop for us,” she continued, her eyes drooping down.

“Come with me, precious,” you smiled softly. “Lay here with me.”

You laid down first and opened your arms for her. As Izogie lowered herself down, you got a peak at her muscles once more, working to support her. They rippled, tensed, and relaxed when she placed her head on your shoulder, snuggling into you.

“Everything is stopping for us now,” you whispered. “Just sleep and rest, my love.”

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A/n: Please leave me some feedback <3 constructive criticism is welcomed

#izogie #lashana lynch #izogie x reader #izogie x black!reader #lashana lynch x reader #the woman king #lashana lynch x black!reader

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meleighm · 6 months

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Don't Miss the New Release!

My alter ego, Sultonna Nadine, has a new book coming out tomorrow. Whiskey Jug Genie is a humorous tale of a genie bound to a jug, an apothecary owner, and their efforts to free the genie from his jug. Join in the fun! Sultonna has posted a trailer video. Go check it out. Tomorrow is the Day

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#Barnes and Noble #Books2Read #eBook #fanasy #humor #paperback #Smashwords #Sultonna Nadine #Whiskey jug

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rafecameronsmistress · 1 year

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Your Best Friends Brother

[description] fem reader x Rafe Cameron

[summary] your new best friend Sarah invites you to her house party where you meet her brother, Rafe

[cw + tw] 18+ CONTENT MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, delicious smut, strong language, alcohol

[authors note] feedback & requests always welcome!

‼️WARNING ADULT CONTENT AHEAD‼️

Enjoy 🖤

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Saturday night at Tannyhill, Sarah and her older brother Rafe are throwing a huge party while their parents are on vacation

you transferred to Kildare High last year and quickly befriended Sarah Cameron, she’s the picture perfect popular girl and you adored her

you stand in the kitchen leaned against the counter, solo cup in hand, talking to some cute boy who’s name you don’t know “never seen you here before, where you from?” he asked “i just moved to obx last spring” “nice” he gave a smile before sipping his drink “i’m gonna go get another drink” you said wanting to leave this awkward conversation

you walk over to the jugs of unlabeled alcoholic concoctions and dispensed one into your cup

“BODY SHOTS BODY SHOTS BODY SHOTS” a group of boys dressed like frat bros chant

Sarah hops up on the counter and lays down, not having to lift her shirt because she’s dressed in a bralette, she has the perfect body

she pulls her boyfriend Topper over to the counter, he pours a mouthful of vodka into the center of her stomach causing her to quiver “it’s cold!” she laughs

Topper sloppily kisses her on the mouth, then her jaw, her neck, her chest, and then laps up the puddle of alcohol from her belly button

the pack of frat boys howl and high five Topper, they all want to fuck Sarah and envy their ‘bro’

“your turn” Sarah looks at you with a big smile “ohhh i don’t think so”

backing up shyly “yes come on don’t be a prude!” she says pulling your shirt toward her

all the boys watch waiting to see the next victim

“i’m not a prude!” you laugh swatting her hand and bouncing up onto the counter

“YEAHHHHHHHH” the hyenas cheer causing you to blush, you’ve never had so much attention on you

Sarah lifts your shirt just under your breasts revealing your pierced belly button, “oh my god you are so hot!” Sarah compliments

You notice one specific boy in the crowd, Rafe

the cute boy from earlier walks up with a bottle of fireball “my turn” he smirks and just before he tips the bottle he’s pushed out of the way “no it ain’t, move”

Rafe now standing over you with a bottle of whiskey smiling like the devil

“ew oh god- i can’t look-“ Sarah says jokingly covering her eyes

you’ve never really been this physically close to Rafe to get a good look at him and oh god was it a good look

His long blonde bangs hanging, his perfect smooth skin, and those eyes, fuck those eyes

His gaze trails to your belly button and he licks his lips at the sight of your playboy belly ring, his jaw clenches and his nostrils flare clearly trying to hide how your body makes him feel

He slowly pours a shot of whiskey onto your stomach

“CAMERON CAMERON CAMERON” the pack chants once again

You assumed he would just suck the liquor off your skin but he didn’t

Rafe moved down your body to your legs and ran his tongue from your mid thigh all the way up your stomach til he reached the alcohol and sucked, hard, before lifting his head he gave you a love bite sending electricity to your womanhood

You cover your face in (good) embarrassment as the entire party hollered and raised their solo cups

You sit up and Rafe helps you hop off the counter “Rafe Cameron” he says holding out his hand “y/n” you say shyly shaking his hand

“That was so gross” Sarah jokes pushing you two apart “dont fuck my friend” she pokes Rafe’s chest “can’t promise you that” he smiles raising his eyebrows “EW” she covers ears walking away

“Why haven’t i seen you before?” he talks into your ear because it’s so loud in the house “just moved here last spring from Raleigh” you say turning to his ear “city girl” he says “yes sir” you answer nodding your head

“Where’s the bathroom?” you ask “use Sarah’s, no ones allowed upstairs at parties and the downstairs one is probably disgusting by now” he instructs “okay where’s that?” you laugh “oh- shit- yeah sorry forgot you’ve never been here, follow me” he nods his head to the side gesturing you to trail behind him

We walk into a large crowd of tightly knit people, Rafe looks behind him at you and puts his hand out not wanting to lose you to the crowd “EXCUSE ME BUT COULD ALL OF YOU PLEASE GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY” he shouts, the crowd parts like the red sea leaving all eyes on you holding Rafe Cameron’s hand

“that’a boy Rafe” someone says nudging him with their elbow

“get it my man” another boy says patting his back

oh my god, embarrassing, they think we’re going upstairs to have sex.. are we?

Rafe guides you up the giant marble stairs still holding your hand, we turn the corner into the dimly light hallway “it’s right over here” he says

He opens the bathroom door, takes a step in and holds his arm out showcasing where the toilet is and inviting you to come in, “thank you” you laugh assuming he’s going to leave, once you’re through the threshold of the door he takes you by your hips and pins you against the wall all while slamming the door and locking it behind you

He towers over you, looking down at you directly into your eyes, he’s breathing heavy “fuck- you’re so sexy” he says practically drooling above you “oh yeah?” you tease “fuck yeah” he says moving down to your neck sucking and licking all the right spots

“Oh my god-“ you moan, not having been touched in over a year, you run your fingers through his soft hair and drop your head to the side allowing him better access

His hands slide up your body grabbing the bottom of your shirt and pulling it over your head exposing your breasts sitting perfectly in their pink lace bra

He looks at your tits, then back at your eyes and smiles big

He kisses the top of your breasts and then reaches behind you unclasping your bra, you allow it to fall to the floor “god damn” he lets out immediately taking one of your nipples into his mouth and massaging your other breast

His tongue swirls and nibbles on your hardening bud, you arch your back at the sensation

“Fuck” you let out breathlessly, your panties becoming more and more soaked

He pops your nipples out of his mouth and comes back up where he aggressively grabs the sides of your face and kisses you, hard, he’s becoming feral over your body

You rapidly unbutton and unzip your short shorts and wiggle them down inviting him to your heat, he looks down and notices your matching pink lace panties, he lets out a throated groan

Rafe slides a hand down your body and runs two fingers across your panties “you’re fucking soaked” he grins “you want me?”

You nod your head vigorously “yes” you moan while he continues massaging you through your underwear

He slides them off and they fall to the floor right next to your bra, you’re completely naked in front of him, feeling exposed you tug at his shirt inviting him to undress

He lifts his shirts in one swift motion then turns you around pushing your chest to the wall, it’s cold on your erect nipples

He pushes his rock solid erection against your ass, moving his hips slightly “you feel what you’re doing to me?” he whispers in your ear covering your body in goosebumps

You giggle and move your ass against him causing him to dig his fingers into your full hips, you put your hands against the wall like you’re being strip searched by the police

He drops his shorts, then pulls his cock out of his boxers, you look over your shoulder wanting to see all of him, “oh fuck” you say slightly afraid of his giant manhood, it’s the biggest one you’ve ever seen

Rafe laughs at your reaction, then guides your hand behind you onto his throbbing member, it almost doesn’t fit in your hand, you give it a few pumps and rub it against your slit, this drives him wild

He looks down at himself and allows a string of spit to land on his cock preparing it for you, he lubes himself and then slowly pushes into you

You both moan in unison, you face the wall, gritting your teeth trying to adjust to his size “you okay?” he asks, “uh huh” you whimper

Rafe moves his hips faster, picking up a steady pace, he stretches your pussy out in the best way possible “when’s the last time you got fucked, you’re so fucking tight” he grunts into your ear “too long” you say desperately

There’s a knock at the door, Rafe stands still with his cock still inside of you “y/n you in there?” shit, it’s Sarah, your heart begins to race

You clear your throat trying to not sound like her brothers dick is inside you “uhh, yeah, i don’t feel good i threw up” you look back at Rafe who has a shit eating grin on his face

“Aw babe, let me in so i can help” she offers, you look back at Rafe, his eyes bulging out of his head rapidly shaking it back and forth

“Uhh, no that’s okay i don’t want you to see me like this” you lie “y/n i dont care, open the door, i want to help” she insists, you look back at Rafe petrified

“Jesus fucking Christ Sarah go away!” Rafe yells, your body stiffens in fear, you look back at him and mouth ‘what the fuck’

“Oh- oh my god.. EW ARE YOU GUYS FUCKING?” she screams “SO GROSS”

“Well, she’s gone” he says pushing himself deep into you picking back up where you left off

His hot whiskey breath on the back of your neck drives you wild, you reach down in front of you and start massaging your clit

“You’re so fucking hot” Rafe encourages, sinking his fingers into your hips once again

At this point you can’t hold back your noises any further, you allow the whole world to hear that Rafe Cameron is balls deep inside of you

“That’s it baby, let me hear you” he grunts, you pick up the pace on your clit inhaling sharply “i’m gonna cum” you warn him, not a minute later your clit throbs and your pussy repeatedly clenches around his length, your legs becoming weak

“Oh fuck” he moans at the feeling of your body reacting to his cock “you feel so fucking good” he grunts through clenched teeth “i want you to cum inside me” you whimper reaching back to dig your nails into his hips

Rafe pumps a few more times before releasing his warm cum in you, you both moan together and he rests his forehead on the top of your head “fuck” he lets out breathless

He slides his soaked cock out of you, his cum dripping down your legs, he lightly smacks your ass as if he’s saying ‘good game’

You turn to face him with your back against the wall, his cheeks rosy, and his forehead glistening you let out a giggle and bite your lip

He puts one hand on the wall next to your head leaning into you “nice to meet you” he laughs and kisses you

You stand across from each other trying to control your breathing and admiring each others bodies

“i’m thirsty, let’s go get a drink” Rafe says “we should probably get dressed first” you laugh “oh- yeah- right-“ he grabs your bra and panties off the floor handing them to you

You both get dressed, you wait back in the bathroom assuming he doesn’t want anyone to know what you were just doing

He begins to walk out and turns around “you comin’?” he asks holding his hand out, you take his hand and smile with a bit of lust and love in your eyes

You can’t wait to come to the next Cameron party.

#fanfic #obx fanfiction #outer banks #fem reader #obx smut #smut #rafe cameron #obx rafe cameron #outer banks smut #rafe fanfiction #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #rafe smut

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lxvenderjewel · 2 months

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song/ship analyses part 10: aziracrow and "too sweet" by hozier

so we all heard this song right? and then immediately died right??

“It can't be said I'm an early bird

It's ten o'clock before I say a word” headcanon that crowley wakes up very late because of drinking heavily after aziraphale leaves

“How do you sleep so well?” how did crowley sleep before azi left

“You keep telling me to live right

To go to bed before the daylight” this can be a dual meaning, cause it can be aziraphale and muriel, hence why he doesn’t listen, it reminds him too much of his angel

“You know you don't gotta pretend

Baby, now and then” crowley telling azi he doesn’t need to pretend to be a perfect angel all the time

“I think I'll take my whiskey neat” the demon is heavy drinking

“My coffee black” he orders six shots of espresso at gmcogmd

“and my bed at three” he falls asleep really late and wakes up really late because of the drinking

“You're too sweet for me” dual meaning again, could be talking about azi being too sweet for him or muriel being too sweet to him

“I aim low

I aim true, and the ground's where I go” the Fall

“I work late where I'm free from the phone

And the job gets done

But you worry some, I know” azi constantly worrying about crowley and hell because he’s afraid that theyll take him and torture him

“But who wants to live forever, babe” he’ll look at the little bit of holy water he has left in the jug, because of course he wouldn’t use it all. he may be an optimist but he’s not stupid

“You treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gate” the final fifteen kiss

“The rest of you like you're the TSA

I wish that I could go along” crowley would go everywhere for azi, everywhere but heaven, he can’t go back to heaven, he can’t.

“You know you're bright as the morning

As soft as the rain” crowley associates azi with the rainfall at eden, the first rain, soft on his wings, the sun still shining

“Pretty as a vine

As sweet as a grape” the scene in rome where crowley and aziraphale are getting wine and azi slips up

#good omens #aziracrow #aziraphale #anthony j crowley #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #song/ship analysis #too sweet #too sweet hozier #hozier #unheard #unheard hozier #GUYS.

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mixelation · 10 months

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i wrote. con stuff

Kakashi was refilling water canteens when he saw him up close for the first time.

There were water jugs, set up along the hallways of the hotel. They came with nearly useless paper cones, and the space beneath the spigot wasn’t quite right for a Konoha-issued canteen. Kakashi was tucked into an alcove of one of the less trafficked corridors, finagling water into his canteen with the grace of a genin field-dressing their first wound, when he was hit with the scent of cinnamon.

Kakashi looked up. There was a gaggle of people headed his way, their loud civilian footsteps muffled by the carpet. They were all clearly orbiting around one person.

Kakashi found himself craning his head to look. He’d seen that guy from afar, before– he was the three-time winner of the Hokage Look-alike contest. He was in full costume, and Kakashi had to admit: this guy did make that cloak look good. He had cooler boots than Minato, even, and a roguish smile that made him look just a little dangerous, and a sword at his waist that Minato would never use but certainly offered a specific aesthetic. He was tanned and tall, and even though his hair was clearly bleached, it was cut well to frame his handsome face. Instead of a flak jacket zipped up to his neck, he had a low V-neck shirt that showed off he was as fit as everyone thought a ninja should be. He even smelled cool: sandalwood soap and cinnamon whiskey.

Kakashi watched him as he passed by and then entered a screening room for some terrible TV show, his entourage of men and women alike babbling along behind him. The guy walked with the confidence of a Kage, even if his swagger was painfully civilian.

Kakashi had spilled water all over his gloves. This was not a big deal, except he’d been refilling fucking Itachi’s canteen along with his own. Kakashi found him with the rest at a table in the little food court, and as he took his canteen, Itachi’s eyes traveled from his damp hand to his face with a look of judgment, like he knew exactly what happened.

Itachi’s judgment, if one were to qualify and analyze all his facial expressions (or lack thereof, considering he had on an ANBU mask today), was mild. But it still felt like intense scrutiny.

“Maa, Sensei, I saw your clone,” Kakashi said, sliding into an empty seat. Someone had bought him an extremely disappointing looking lunch. Wonderful. “He had about ten people following him.”

“Oh, so like the real Hokage,” Tori quipped.

Minato amicably rolled his eyes, pushing a drink at Kakashi. Kakashi was pretty sure Itachi was technically on duty now, as Minato’s guard lost their shit whenever he decided to randomly leave Konoha for the day. There were a lot of cosplayers in bad ANBU masks wandering around, but Itachi wasn’t the type to break regulation for a quick costume.

Tori would probably wear anything, though, Kakashi thought as she unpacked a plastic bag to show off her purchases. He should buy her a bird mask. She’d hate that.

A chicken, he decided, flipping over a doujin to read the back.

“Well?” Minato prompted, leaning forward conspiratorially. “Was his costume accurate?”

“Not really,” Kakashi replied. The doujin was about a fictional kunoichi realizing she was the Third Kazekage’s lovechild. Weird. “He sort of had… pirate vibes?”

Minato squinted at him uncertainly.

“But cool,” Kakashi assured him.

“His name is X,” Tori said very authoritatively. “Just X. That’s what’s on all his registrations.”

Minato frowned thoughtfully at his own lunch. “Is that cool? I can’t decide if that’s cool or not.”

“They think it’s cool,” Tori said, pointing to the entrance of the food court.

X must not have liked the TV show very much, because he and what looked like an even bigger gaggle of fans spilled into the food court. Minato turned to watch blatantly and Tori followed suit, like gossipy children.

(Itachi was much more subtle as he checked out the guy. He was in uniform, after all.)

“Wow,” Minato half-whispered, turning back around. “He does have pirate vibes. But, like, cool?”

“Is that an earring?” Itachi asked.

“Should I get a shirt like that?” Minato wondered, staring down at himself.

“I’m going to go talk to him,” Tori announced, kicking her feet over the bench. “Investigate. Find out his secrets.”

“Find out who made his cloak,” Minato told her. “Mine’s getting raggedy.”

Tori sauntered off. She always stomped around cons with the gait of a civilian, but Kakashi watched her add a little sway to her hips as she sashayed directly up to the mass of people floating around X as he ordered a shave ice.

Kakashi watched Tori’s mouth as she twirled a strand of hair and asked if X also had Minato’s famous ANBU tattoo, which Minato absolutely didn’t have. She punctuated this by brushing her hand against his bicep.

Kakashi read X’s lips as he smiled back at her: A true fan, are you?

“Damn, those dimples,” Minato commented. “I think I’m a little in love.”

One of the women who’d been floating around X looked absolutely stricken when Tori replied to a teasing accusation of being bold with, The Yellow Flash is quick but I’m quicker.

“Does that even make sense?” Itachi wondered.

“Should we…” Kakashi started. That guy was at least thirty, and Tori was seventeen. But also: Tori would eat him alive. Kakashi wasn’t sure where this train of thought had been going.

Now she was leading him back over to them. She was quick. She had a little skip to her step on par with the time she’d shown him a seal made out of bacteria in a Petri dish.

“This is X,” Tori introduced. Five separate people had sort of filed after them. “X, this is my Uncle, Minato.”

Itachi did a sort of full body twitch that made Tori’s eyes glint. If anyone connected the dots, no one showed it. Minato’s actual name wasn’t very common knowledge among civilians.

“Er, hi,” Minato said, awkwardly standing to bow. His cheeks were pink. “Um– nice costume.”

X’s return smile was a little too cocky to be truly friendly, but also, those cheekbones.

“Oh, you have a whole little group,” X drawled. “That’s cute.”

Itachi twitched again. Tori’s smile was starting to gain a sort of manic quality.

“Thanks,” Minato replied slowly, clearly completely unsure what else he was supposed to say. “Uh, I was wondering– your cloak–”

X laughed, patted Minato on the shoulder, and promised him his own cloak was good enough. Then he shot Tori a wink and walked back to the rest of his entourage, just like that.

“Umm,” Minato said, standing there dumbly. He twisted his face down to stare at where X had touched him. “Hmm.”

“I planted a tracker on him if you want to follow him,” Tori said, plopping down into her seat.

“I…” Minato continued to stand there, staring at his shoulder. Kakashi, somehow, understood this.

(“I think we should find his hotel room and go through all his things,” Tori said. “Maybe steal his girlfriend. It’d be fun.”

“Entirely unnecessary,” Itachi replied.)

#reborn au #my writing #at first i was going to have tori completely fail For Laughs #but actually maybe sometimes the main character should have successes #so it makes sense when other characters behave as if she is good at things LMAO #ninja con 2000

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missannwinchester · 1 year

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Not Stupid, Joel x Reader SMUT

EXPLICIT content

Adults only

+18

I think it can be read as a standalone fanfic, but here are links to:

Part 1 - Pretty Face, Cherry Chapstick

Part 2 - Pretty Face, Forgiven

Summary: Reader finds herself in an unusual situation aka Joel’s too tired to fuck you

Warnings: dark!joel, swearing, mentions of violence, humiliation, cock riding

You were sitting in an armchair in the living room, playing lazily with the tv remote. You were trying to pay attention to a soap opera that was on, a glass of cool lemonade in your left hand. The past few days were very warm, even though it was just the beginning of spring, and you were happy that you could start the lemonade season early this year.

You heard a hustle in the front yard and then a jingle of keys and you turned your head towards the door, waiting for Joel to come inside.

“Hey! I’m home, pretty face!” He called out and you smiled at him.

“Hey,” you responded. “How was work?”

“Tiring, what do you think?” He growled as he walked up to the kitchen sink, and washed his dusty face in ice cold water. “Fuck, it was so hot today, I swear it felt like summer,” he told you.

“I know,” you admitted. “I made lemonade,” you said, gesturing to the kitchen counter where you had put a jug of fresh lemonade.

“Fuck, yes!”

Joel walked up to the counter and drank a little over a half of whatever was left in the jug.

“That’s exactly what I needed,” he muttered and you smiled, happy that he liked it.

You knew his job was very hard and that he worked multiple hours in the scorching heat of the day that took everyone by surprise.

Joel dragged himself to the couch and laid down on it with a loud groan.

“Fuck,” he cussed and you could swear you heard his joints cracking. “I’m so fucking tired,” he complained and closed his eyes, sighing loudly.

“Well since you’re so tired I’ll warm up the casserole for you,” you decided and got up from the armchair.

“No, I ate something already,” he said. “I bet it’s delicious though, I’ll try it tomorrow,” he promised.

“You’re standing so close to the fridge, pretty face, can you fetch me a beer?”

“Sure.” “And there should be some whiskey left in that bottom cabinet,” he told you and you rummaged through that cabinet to find an almost empty whiskey bottle.

You had no idea why all of his stashed bottles were nearly empty or where they were when they were still full. You handed him what he had requested and he had taken a few sips emptying the whiskey bottle before he popped the beer open. You took a few steps away from him to pour yourself the rest of the lemonade and you sipped on it as you put the jug into the sink.

“Fuck, your ass looks so good in those pants,” he muttered quietly from the couch and you turned around to face him only to see his hand tugging at his crotch to adjust his jeans.

You smiled widely and tucked your hair behind your ear, still not able to take a compliment after all this time spent with Joel.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me, pretty face? Or should I say pretty ass?” He asked and you walked up to the couch and sat on the edge.

You reached out to caress his rough stubble and leaned down to give him a peck on the lips.

“You can show me what I’m doing to you,” you whispered, your face just inches away from his.

“Fuck, I wish I could move,” he sighed. “But you know, pretty face… There’s something you could do. Do you wanna be a good slut for me tonight?” He asked and he grabbed your chin, squeezing to pucker your lips.

You tried to nod, but his hand was bruising your jaw making it hard to move.

“Alright, here’s what you're gonna do, pretty face. Take off your clothes for me and ride my dick,” he instructed, letting go of you, harshly pushing you away from him.

“Take care of me tonight,” he added.

You were a little startled by his request, but you obediently reached for the hem of your T-shirt and wanted to pull it over your head, but Joel’s unhappy sigh stopped you.

“Not like that, stand up! Strip in a sexy way,” he explained and you stood up, suddenly not feeling very confident.

“In a sexy way?” You repeated.

“What, are you deaf now? Come on, it ain’t hard,” he rushed you.

You looked at him uncertainly, not knowing why you were suddenly nervous. Joel had seen you naked on multiple occasions before. You were always naked even though he’d only take his pants off. Sometimes you’d walk around the house naked so what you were feeling didn’t make any sense to you. You watched him unbutton his jeans and you felt a familiar urge to please him that made your fingers trace the hem of your T-shirt once again and you slowly took it off. You fiddled with the soft fabric because you weren’t sure what else to do and you placed the piece of clothing on an armrest of the armchair.

“Fuck, are you stupid? Are you gonna fold it now?” Joel mocked you. “Maybe carry it to the closet upstairs! Fuck you, woman, who knew watching you undress would be such a turn off?”

You weren’t sure why, after so many different things he said to you over the years, but this hurt. More than bruises he would leave on your delicate cheek, more than that bite mark which left a scar under your breast, more than any other insult you heard him say. You knew he found you sexy and that you could cheer him up letting him fuck you, hearing him say the sight of you was a turn off made you feel like something was taken away from you. The whole situation was out of your comfort zone. For the first time it wasn't Joel’s hands that were about to undress you, for the first time he wasn’t hovering over you, or yanking on your clothes or pressing himself against you. For the first time he fully trusted you to be in charge. You had hoped he’d be at least a little understanding. You had hoped you wouldn’t have felt like you were lost. Like you weren’t waiting for his strong hands to manhandle you into whatever position he wanted to use you in.

“I’m trying,” you finally choked out.

“Well, try harder,” he said firmly. “Imagine there’s music playing, I don’t know! Put on a show, come on.”

You adjusted your hair so that it would fall down your shoulder in soft waves and you took a deep breath, trying to focus on his unzipped pants.

You put your hands on your bra wishing it wasn’t one of the comfortable ones and you slid your hands down your body until you reached the waistband of your sweatpants. That’s when you stopped and turned around. He said your ass looked pretty so that’s what he’d have to look at. You tugged the sweatpants down to reveal your gray, cotton panties. You kicked the pants away from you and put your hands on your hips. You heard a groan behind you and you turned around to see his dick was already in his palm. You guessed you weren’t an eyesore after all. You didn’t know what got into you, but the bra you took off landed right on Joel’s chest. He looked surprised too, but he didn’t say anything.

There you were, standing in the middle of the living room in just your underwear and you turned around once again so that he could see your ass cheeks. You placed your hands flat on your lower back and moved them down, fingers sliding inside your panties. You could hear Joel’s heavy breathing and you smiled to yourself. Finally, when you were fully naked, you stood right next to the couch and you squeezed one of your legs between the back of the couch and Joel’s thick thigh, hovering over him. He was clearly pleased with how things were turning out and you managed to find the courage to grab his hand which was lazily travelling up and down his shaft. You wrapped your fingers around his wrist and placed his hand on the back of your thigh. You had no idea what to do to play into his fantasy, but he told you to try harder. So that was what you did.

You took his other hand and placed it above his head. His hard member was lined up against his stomach and you moved your hips, wetting it with your juices. Joel groaned and his hand pinched your thigh. You rocked your hips a few times eliciting a few more moans from him. Then, you took him in in one smooth move, arching your back, marveling at how good it felt to be stretched by him. Placing your fingers on your clit you started rubbing it while rolling your hips, riding him.

Joel couldn’t stop groaning, it was as if he was too tired to control himself. His eyes were closed, even his hand slid down from your leg to rest along his body. He was bucking his hips instinctively, but he really looked as if he couldn’t move. You leaned down a little, trying to get into a more comfortable position and your nipples brushed against his T-shirt.

He opened his eyes lazily, letting out another low moan. Your face was level with his, your hands on both sides of his head. You were breathing heavily, the noises he was making were going straight up to your core.

“You like it, pretty face?” he asked huskily.

“Do you like it?” You responded with a question.

Feeling like his words were an encouragement, your hand travelled up his neck and rested against his cheek for a second before your thumb moved under his chin. You squeezed his cheeks until his wet lips made a soft “pop” and you leaned down to kiss him.

You slid your tongue inside to touch his, thinking about how he tasted like the beer you had handed him before. He let you fully dominate the kiss and you gasped into his mouth, still working your clit, still fucking yourself on his long, You never broke the kiss for too long, chasing your release as his cock kept hitting all the right places inside you, your fingers massaging your clit. You felt a wave of pleasure soar through you and Joel groaned, feeling your walls clenching around him.

“Mmm fuck,” he chuckled when your lips let go of his and started planting wet kisses along his jawline. “Stupid slut, do you really think you can pull this off?”

You knew he was talking about the way you grabbed his face, trying to do what he loved doing to you.

“You need confidence, a spark to pull this off,” he continued in a quiet, tired voice. “All you have to your name is that stupid, pretty face of yours.”

You wanted him to stop talking. You tried harder. And that’s where it got you. All the excitement you felt before trying “his” move was gone now, replaced by embarrassment. You didn’t understand why he made you do this and still laughed at your attempts to figure this situation out.

“What are you gonna do next, hmm? Fuck, try to slap me, I’m too tired to stop you, pretty face,” he admitted between grunts. “So pretty and so fucking stupid.”

You were on the verge of tears. You shouldn’t have missed him all day. You should have gone upstairs as soon as he walked through that door.

You felt his hands wrapped around you tightly and he grunted a few times, lifting his hips involuntarily. Your face was pressed flat against his clothed chest as he pulled you close and you felt his seed spilling inside you.

A single tear ran down your cheek and disappeared in the cotton fabric. Joel hummed in content and you felt soft vibrations in his chest. With his arms still around you, you couldn’t pull yourself off of him, you just laid on his chest wishing this had never happened. You could hear his heart slowing down and his breathing even out and you bit your lip, trying not to cry.

“I’m not stupid,” you whispered, thinking he’s asleep.

You felt one of his hands move up to the back of the couch, searching for something and a while later you felt a blanket thrown messily at your naked back.

“Why are you still here?” He asked, caressing your back.

“What?”

“Why haven’t you left me?”

“Because I love you,” you said through the tears.

“See? It ain’t smart, pretty face.”

“Would you rather I left you? Do you want to end things with me?” You sobbed.

“Fuck, no,” he said, his fingers tracing your spine lazily. “But that’s different.”

“What?”

“I need you. But you sure as fuck don’t need me,” he confessed and his strong arms pulled you even closer to his chest.

Thank you for reading

~missannwinchester

#dark!joel miller #joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fanfic #joel miller fic

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acotarxreader · 1 month

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Shadow and Flame pt.5

Azriel X Reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions but no description of torture, mentions of burns, YN reopens a wound but no heavy description, tooth aching sweetness

A/N: Part 5! Ah! I absolutely quick fired (hehe) this one. I really enjoyed writing the series for you, it gave me back the joy of writing and hope you love this final part! I have plenty more down the pipeline and hope you'll join me for the journey. Let me know what you think of this part, hope it lives up to your expectations!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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“So it’s settled, we’re going”

“Az, it's not that simple, we can’t just enter the Autumn Court uninvited-”

“Beron came here uninvited!” Azriel snapped back at Rhysand as he pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to push the brewing headache away. Cassian watched his two friends pace up and down Lucien’s destroyed study, the Emissary had gone for alcohol, lots of alcohol.

“If we want to get political-”

“Lets not-”

“If we want to get political, Beron was coming for a member of his court, as we have many times before-”

“-That's not good enough Rhys!”

“I’m thinking here!” Rhysand shouted back at Azriels heightened tone.

“Why don’t we just send Lucien, invitation in hand and he brings her back-”

“-I will not trust him with her welfare again Cass. I am going to the Autumn Court at dawn, I am going to get my mate back and I am fucking getting what I deserve!”

“You will go nowhere, I will not have you sacrificed for anyone” Azriel went to object to Rhysand as Lucien came in with jugs of whiskey, the colour still fighting to return to his face.

“Any progress?” Lucien questioned as he passed a jug to Cassian.

“No…actually Lucien I’m just going to get a glass for this” Azriel nodded before making a swift exit, leaving the jug on the desk next to his mate's life sentence. The room was still for a moment, the males left racking their brains before Cassain interrupted the silence with a very good question.

“Since when does Az need a glass to drink?” The three looked panicked amongst one another before darting out of the room, the Shadowsinger now well on his way to the Autumn Court, sending Rhysand shouting unrepeatable words.

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You sat at the vanity in the doorless room, staring in the mirror at the Fae you didn't recognise anymore. You ran a finger over the wound the guard had given you, promptly reopening it to bleed. If you were to walk up the aisle tomorrow you would do it with the Court knowing all is not well. It stitched itself back together almost instantly, you didn’t even have control of your cells anymore. You sat there blankly staring until the sun crept over the forest, the day you spent so long running from had arrived.

Maids were winnowed in, all with bags of products to use on you. You sat stoically still as the maidens brushed your hair and applied layers of make-up, your father's doll. You moved like a seamstress model, standing as they pinned your dress around you, crimson and white silk flowed down you. The happiest day of your life was the day you wanted to die the most. You let it all happen around you, unable to bring any element of energy to fight to your soul.

The wall opposite to the tall windows seemingly peeled away from itself, a door reappearing in the fine wallpaper. Your father in his finery entered, the staff immediately making themselves scarce.

“Come YN, your future awaits” he stretched out his arm and the shell you had become took hold of him, gliding alongside him through the hallways. He stopped outside tall decadent doors, glaring at a nearby guard to open them. The room was like a hollowed-out church, an altar with no pews for guests, no semblance of a place where people would come to rejoice. Standing at the top of the narrow aisle where your funeral march would take place was a broad and brutish male, decked out in his Court’s colours. You walked up the passageway, your father's hand crushingly over yours.

“YN Vanserra, I am pleased to make your acquaintance” your father released you with almost a jolt towards your groom. Beron moved to stand between you both, the officiant of the event.

The General's hand reached before snatching yours with force and bringing his lips to your fingers, kissing them. You felt you were going to pass out, the air struggling to oxygenate your lungs, it was thick, thick like smoke. Thick like shadows.

“YN!” you whipped around to find Azriel striding up the aisle, Truth Teller angled at your groom. You felt awash with emotions, you moved from your highest high at seeing him to the lowest of lows as you realised your father's lure had worked.

“Az stop!” you shouted, your throat hoarse from last night. You glanced between Azriel, the General and your Father, the latter's face twisting into pure excitement.

“Az-Az I don’t love you, leave, I’m marrying the General” you forced the lies out of your mouth like bile. Azriels face seemed hollow, lowering his blade back to his side at your last ditch effort to have Azriel escape.

“Y-N you don’t mean that, you can’t mean that,” he said it so small it shattered your heart all over again, you forced your eyes off the Spymaster, glancing at your groom's shoes. The sound of your father clapping so sickly slow hauled your attention back to him.

“Oh YN, there’s my cruel daughter, shattering a male heart before I shatter his bones” his venomous laugh felt like blades on your skin. Azriel went to react, a tendril of fire stretching across the room to snatch Truth Teller from his hands, throwing it to the feet of the General. His wings splayed ready to fight for his life until the tendrils clawed him to the ground and rolled him in crushing pressure. Azriels face began to turn purple under the coercion as you moved to run to his side, the cold callus hands of the General snatching you back by the wrist.

“I am owed a bride!” He seethed at you, the sound of your wrist joint crushing in his hands. In one swift movement you swung for the ground, snatching Truth Teller and slicing through the bone of his hand. The General roared, his blood shooting outwards at the release of the pressure from the vessels, his feet went from beneath him in dizzying blood loss, collapsing to the floor.

“Azriel!” you ran to him screaming as he writhed in pain.

“YN, you're ruining your pretty dress” a corkscrew of Beron’s flames leapt at you as he laughed maniacally, singeing your dress.

You stood in front of Azriel, protecting him from your fathers advances, the room swelling with flames. Beron held the flames around Azriel, squeezing his fist, wrapping the flame tighter around the Shadowsinger, his other hand sending a dart of almost lava towards you. You raised your bracleted wrists, the heat hitting the rings of metal and water dead on. You almost screamed as the water within the casing began to sizzle and steam, it evaporating under the heat of your fathers raging flame. The shackles metal dripped to the floor, freeing you as you threw Truth Teller with precision to land right through your fathers shoulder, hanging his arm by a thread from the joints. Beron bellowed at the pain, the hand controlling the Azriels choking flame gravely injured, releasing the flame from around a scorched spymaster.

You dove for him, his skin greying at the feeling of the release of insurmountable pain. You called for any scrap of power, grabbing Azriel by a scorched hand. You went to winnow through the small flame you could call to your side as Beron pulled Truth Teller from his arm, hurling it towards you. Truth-Teller sailed with its unshakable precision straight towards your back as you hunched to pull Azriel from the ground.

“YN!” Azriel groaned, using his debilitated strength to stretch his wing around you, for shielding as the blade pierced through a crucial spine of his wing, sticking through the otherside, showering you in Azriels blood.

You screeched at the feeling of the warm thick blood before pulling Azriel into the flame with you. Your power was weakened after months of it being smothered as you tugged Azriel through the warmth of your own flame. You crashed out on the edge of Forest House’s borders, too weak to winnow the both of you a greater distance.

“Az, I can’t- I can’t bring us further!” you cried, trying to support his weight, Forest House alarms blaring in the background.

“YN please, go, run, I don’t want to survive if it means I have to live in a world where you don’t love me” he winced out, arm around his abdomen trying to keep his burned skin together. The sound of mobilised guards shuddered the earth behind you both.

“Azriel, stop, I do, I do love you, you’re-you’re- my mate!” you cried, falling to the ground under your weakened legs and Azriel’s withering body. You reached and kissed him, a silent agreement that you would rather die together than live without one another, the voices of Autumn Court guards growing in volume.

“Are we interrupting something?” The both of you had your eyes shooting towards Cassian's voice, Lucien and Rhysand in tow.

“Azriel, I swear to the Gods, you are so grounded when we get home!”

“Bit of insensitive timing there Rhysand '' Lucien glanced towards Azriels almost dissolving right wing, blood flowing steadily from him as he greyed. Rhysand and Cassian pulled Azriel from the ground, winnowing him away as you went to Lucien to do the same.

"I promise I'll never let any of them near you again YN, you can trust me"

"I do Luc"

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The group crash landed into the Town House, the smell of singed skin and blood filling the living room instantly.

“Cassian, get Madja!” Rhysand ordered as they lowered Azriel to the sofa. You ran to his side again, copper eyes ablaze. You raised your hands to the bleeding wing, flames coming to your fingertips.

“I’m really sorry Az, this is going to hurt”

“What is Flam-FUCKING HELL” he roared as you pulled Truth Teller from his wing, sending more blood sprouting out like a faucet. Your hands went to cover the extensive puncture, your flames cauterising the wound, healing and stitching the wing back together. He fluttered it gently, its range of motion coming back. You then moved down his scorched body, the healing nature of your flame soothing his body back to health. Madja rushed in, bag of concoctions in hand, stopped dead in her tracks at the sight before her.

“Cassian, we need to have a little discussion about the words, near death” she scolded him.

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Six months after your near wedding day you moved up through the garden, work bag in hand, humming to yourself.

“Hello Flame” Azriel sat on the back patio of the Town House, you beaming at his smile. You sat beside him on the bench, leaning in and kissing his cheek.

“I have a gift for you” you reached into your satchel as Azriel closed his eyes, hands out-stretched.

“Open them” Azriels eye’s landed on the cremated cinnamon bun in his hands.

“Good with healing but bad with baking?” he laughed and you nudged him back.

“Fine, don’t take the mate offering” you went to take it back as you chuckled, he pulled it back hastily, a smile as wide as his face. He took a bite of the cremated pastry.

“At least you dont fuck like you cook”

“Really Az that's the first thing you say to me after I accept the bond” the two of you laughed loudly to one another. Azriel went to take another polite bite, yelping and putting a hand to the side of his jaw.

“God’s Flame, are there rocks in here-” he pulled the object that almost chipped his tooth from his mouth. A circle of gleaming obsidian shone in his hand.

“I fired it myself, it's made with fragments of Truth Teller that came from your wing that-that time. I hope you like it” Azriel couldn't find his words, eyes glued to the precious present. He wiped the pastry from it, instantly slipping it onto his ring finger where it would remain forevermore. His sweet eyes met yours before pulling a ring from his own jacket pocket. A crimson stone the colour of fire set on a shadow black band. Azriel took your hand in his, slipping the ring onto your finger.

“If you look into the stone, some of my shadows stay happily inside. They will always be with you Flame and so will I” he swept the hair from your face and planted a tender kiss to your lips.

Symbols of the forever bond that lies between shadow and flame.

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