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jeannineee · 24 days

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SINCE U ASKED FOR ACOTAR REQUESTS, I HAVE ARRIVED!! First of all, don't say that, I love your work. Secondly, Azriel headcanons/scenario where reader is like, in the town house with papers and books everywhere and can't organise and Az(who usually helps,) has been on a mission for a week? Fluff? Smut? u decide!! have funnn

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azriel with a disorganized, busybody mate

azriel x reader

warnings: briefly proofread. fluff and then smut. afab!reader, praise, fingering, maybe some slight dumbification bc this is azriel we're talking about. regardless, minors go away.

Cool shadows slither along your skin before rustling the piles of paper around you. They halt as you stare—as though they feel they’ve been caught doing something they shouldn’t. A quiet laugh leaves you at the sight.

To most, shadows lingering about in broad daylight would be cause for concern, or even fear. But you knew their presence meant your mate was nearby.

As if on queue, you felt a tug on the bond, with more shadows unfurling along the wooden floor.

“Hi, Az,” you murmured, eyes still trained on the parchment before you. “You’re home early.”

“It seems I was smart to finish quickly.” Strong arms wrap around your shoulders from behind, followed by soft lips pressing a kiss to the crook of your neck. “Given the mess you’ve made.”

You sigh and tilt your head back, warmth flooding your chest as you meet Azriel’s golden-brown eyes. “Rhys wanted help with a little paperwork.”

An arched brow. “A ‘little?’”

Your eyes flutter shut as his hand caresses your jaw; tension melting away with ease. “I may...have bitten off more than I can chew.”

“Hm. Shocking.”

Your eyes didn’t need to be open to see the deadpan expression he bore. “I should be finished soon, at least.”

He snorts. “I’ve heard that before.”

Azriel makes his way around the couch, collecting some of the papers and books you’ve strewn about. “You can take a break for now. I’ll help you later,” he says, setting the books aside before joining you in sitting.

“But I have too much to do. And not enough—”

You’re cut off by him pressing his fingers against your lips. “No objections. You have plenty of time. Especially if I help you.”

Any protest you had prepared was left unsaid as Azriel pulled you into his lap, hands resting at the small of your back.

"Just relax for me, yeah?" he almost whispers, grazing his lips along your collarbone. "You're always so busy."

You instinctively arch into him and whimper as he paws at your breast over your shirt. At your reaction, Azriel wastes no time in removing it, and begins sucking marks into your skin.

Heat pools between your legs, any previous worries long forgotten as you roll your hips against him, desperate for any amount of friction. Azriel chuckles against your skin; pulls back to meet your eyes.

"If you wanted me to touch you," he says, toying with the hem of your underwear, "all you had to do was ask."

"Please," you breathe, heart racing with need.

Azriel simply watches you for a moment, as if commiting the image of you into memory. You knew if he wanted to, he could make you beg. It certainly wouldn't be the first time.

A knowing smile from your mate has you wondering if he can read your mind--even more so as he asks, "Didn't i say I just want you to relax?"

His hand dips beneath your underwear; pupils dilating as he cups your heat. "I'll take care of you, sweetheart," he murmurs, carefully easing two fingers inside you. "Don't I always?'

Azriel uses his free hand to guide your mouth to his, greedily swallowing your moans as the heel of his hand rubs against your clit; fingers curling against your sweet spot at a pace that has you feeling dizzy.

"Always so good for me, aren't you?" Azriel grins, unable to hide his amusement at the way his words affect you. "Such a good girl."

"Azriel," you pant, walls tightening around his fingers as your pleasure reaches its' peak. "Azriel..."

"I know," Azriel says. "Cum for me."

You shudder against him as your orgasm crashes through you, with Azriel whispering praises against your skin as though they might be branded there.

As you come to, you become vaguely aware of Azriel's length straining underneath his trousers. But as you reach for him, he stops you.

"Let's take a bath, hm?"

You don't get a chance to answer before Azriel is lifting you into his arms, carrying you across the house.

"What about you?" you question softly.

"We'll get to that, sweetheart. I'm more concerned with you right now."

There's a glint in his eyes that sends anticipation rolling through your belly. But as he lowers you into the warm water, you're more than content to let him take care of you.

#azriel x reader #acotar azriel #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #Azriel fluff #Azriel smut #azriel fanfic #azriel shadowsinger

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alldoll3dup · 3 months

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ㅤ★﹒Butterflies in the stomach ﹒★

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - You were his best friend while alive and you always woke up in him something that he doesn't quite understand, he goes in search of answers with his closest friend Rosie, but what mess is this maybe love?

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 - Hazbin Hotel

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - Implicit as a female reader, ambivert!reader, mentions of suicide

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( Good reading )

★ Backstory and your arrival at the hotel....

– You saw the Hazbin Hotel ad and found it very interesting, a chance to redeem yourself, you couldn't let an opportunity like this pass you by

– You ended up in hell after committing s#icide, you were feeling so alone after the death of everyone close to you that you couldn't bear the weight of it

– Now you had to endure that terrible smell and bodies everywhere it was a big regret

– When you arrived at the hotel you were very well received by Charlie who introduced you to everything very excitedly

– You were a little "uncomfortable", you weren't used to someone so energetic, so Vaggie calmed Charlie down a little and she apologized to you

– Seeing all that movement Alastor obviously went to see what it was and saw you, a somewhat strange demon, you weren't born in hell so why did you have such human features?

– The lack of one of your eyes led him to the conclusion of why you were there, but you seemed unaccustomed to your new reality, you were silent and didn't seem very strong

– Well looking a little closer you looked like someone he knew, but who? Ah, he remembered now, how could he forget his best friend in life? How why would you end up in such a terrible place?

– You were almost an angel in life, it was unacceptable for someone so beautiful and so sweet to end up in a place like that, he though

" Tu m'as manqué ma chérie"

– The moment you heard that familiar voice, you already knew you had found him, you thought you would never find him again

"You're still the same heartthrob you've always been"

– You and Alastor laughed together while everyone in the hotel looked confused, where did you know him from?

– Husk also recognized you, how could he forget the girl who was always cheering everyone up at the jazz, he was a little disappointed that you were in a place like that

"So you and Alastor know each other?"

– Charlie asked excitedly and you smiled slightly in response changing to a lower tone, you seemed a little shy when talking to strangers

"We were best friends, Alastor is always full of secrets I bet he didn't told about me "

"You know how it is, dear, there are things that should be kept secret"

"Hunf, I don't know why y/n hangs out with someone like you"

"Oh Husk you look so cute, you seem grumpy as always"

– There seemed to be a slight tension between Husk and Alastor, Husk was your friend and also always a busybody in Alastor's eyes

"Wow, what a climate huh kitty, relax yall"

– Niffty practically jumped on you, she didn't know you well yet and she asked you a million questions

– You seemed to have adapted well at the hotel, Charlie was always talking to Vaggie about how much your personality changes with strangers

★ After a month...

– After a month you had already become familiar with everyone at the hotel and Alastor was slowly losing his composure

– Why was he anxious around you? You've known each other for so long, you didn't notice anything, in fact, you thought he was acting normal, Alastor knows how to hide his feelings very well

– He didn't know what strange feeling was that, that made him feel flustered while talking to you, so he decided to talk to someone who knew more about feelings than he did

– Rosie laughed so hard while Alastor explained that strange and "disgusting" feeling according to him, after all it left him vulnerable

"Well Alastor I might be wrong, but maybe what you feel for her is love, I never imagined that an ace like you would fall in love with someone"

– Okay, that blew Alastor's mind, maybe it was really true, since when he was alive he had this feeling for you

– So he and Rosie came up with a plan for him to confess to you, it had been years and he never said what he felt, he's the type to hide it until he forgets

– But this time it was different he never forgot that feeling

★ On the day of the confession ...

– Everything was already planned, Alastor wrote a very cliché romantic letter with the help of Rosie and left it on your bed

– I mean he is very charming and is very good at flirting, but when he is really interested it's different, he feels stupid doing that

– He was waiting for you at the place indicated in the letter, he prepared chocolate, roses, a romantic song on the radio and even put on an extravagant outfit

– Reading the letter you were surprised, you didn't expect that coming from Alastor so you got ready and went to the appointed place

– When we got there, it seemed to be a private place and everything there seemed to be meticulously planned

– And when you looked around there was Alastor, very well dressed and everything very well organized, as soon as he saw you he greeted you in his charming way

"Ma chérie I think we should discuss something important, that can no longer be postponed "

▐ Wow, I don't know if this was good, I just wrote what I thought would happen on a rare occasion like that lol

▐ I hope yall liked it, I racked my brain thinking about how Alastor would act if he were in love

▐ Sorry if there are any grammatical errors love you guys ♡

★ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ★

- Read this before making a request kisses yall

#hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #alastor #fem reader #i love alastor #barking

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prythianpages · 5 months

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Ohhhh would you ever write more about the witch reader x az. I loved it! I want to see feyres reaction :)

I might! I think I'd be open to making it like a series/au bc witch reader x Az makes me so soft 🥰 and I'm currently obsessed with the song that inspired it bc the song is so beautiful and whimsical and makes me wish I could experience a love like that

if you haven't read the original imagine, you can find it here.

here is a small drabble of feyre's reaction 😊 :

When you and Azriel return to the river house, Feyre is in the sitting room. She's lightly bouncing an agitated Nyx, who teethes at a cool wash cloth. "I know, baby," she coos at the infant.

Her blue-gray eyes are on you as soon as you enter and they light up when she notices Azriel's hands are ungloved and one of them is holding on to yours, fingers intertwined with another.

"How was the trip?" She asks, her lips curling up into a knowing smile.

"It was fine."

"She almost cursed Eris."

You're turning to Azriel with a playful glare and his wings twitch in response, his usual stoic demeanor now much lighter and Feyre knows it's all because of you. "It could've been a nice little hex that'd make his eyebrows fall off, you know. Just something to get him off his high horse."

Feyre laughs at the image that comes to mind. "I hope Eris didn't give you much trouble?"

"He shot an arrow through Azriel's hand."

"No."

You and Azriel exchange another look, missing the way Feyre's eyes grew distant for a brief moment.

They're holding hands! Feyre nearly screams into Rhysand's mind and he can feel all her excitement and joy through the bond.

He's sitting outside by one of the tables in their garden with Cassian and Mor on either side of him. If it were up to him, he'd be inside by his wife. But it was her who had kicked him outside, not wanting to overwhelm Azriel and you. "Out you busybodies!" She had exclaimed as she ushered them all out of the house.

"Hey, Cas," he grins. "You owe me twenty coins."

Cassian nearly spits out his lemonade. "What?" He sputters with wide eyes. Mor leans forward in her seat.

Rhysand then shows them the image Feyre had send him. It's of you and Azriel bickering and fussing over one another like an old married couple.

"Let's just call it even." Cassian insists, setting his cup down. "I am the one who got rid of all the dandelion root from her apothecary shop."

"Hey! Don't take all the credit. I am the one who kept her distracted!" Mor cuts in, dramatically throwing her hands in the air. "And also the one who kept Azriel from suspecting anything when Feyre had asked for an escort. Do you know how hard it is to sneak things around those two?"

"Thank you, Mor. Your hard work is much appreciated here," Rhysand says, his grin growing wider as he rises from his seat, knowing it'd only irritate Cassian further.

He catches the glare Cassian sends his way. "20 coins," Rhysand reminds him, holding his hand out expectantly.

"In a way," Cassian begins, not wanting to accept his loss. "I helped you win the bet!"

"That's not my problem." Rhysand replies with a smug shrug.

Cassian grumbles and digs into his pocket. He throws all twenty coins at Rhysand's face, who easily intercepts them with a wave of his hand. They fall gracefully into the palm of his hand instead.

Mor laughs as she also rises from her seat. Twenty coins is nothing to them. It's barely enough to buy a cheap bottle of wine.

Cassian follows shortly after, the three of them scurrying inside and wanting to catch a glimpse of you and Azriel holding hands in person. Although, they find you nestled on the couch with baby Nyx in your lap. You rub the elixir you had made earlier over Nyx's gums, smiling when you feel the babe relax in your arms, as you tell Feyre all about your venture earlier.

Azriel is seated on the armest of the couch right next to you, cutting into your story when he deems necessary. Everyone takes note of the way his hand is resting on the small of your back and one of his wings instinctively curls around your smaller form. They also take note of the lingering scent of your bond in the air, stronger now that you both have acknowledged the bond. Cedar and lavender.

a/n: I considered the whole Nyx being in pain to be a lie, a glamor made by Feyre to trick reader into having to go scavenge for dandelion root but decided it was better to just have Cassian and Mor be sneaky instead :)

#azriel drabble #azriel imagine #azriel x reader #azriel x witch!reader #az!dandelions #thank you for the ask!

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a-frog-with-a-laptop · 2 months

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Azriel X Reader

This is my go at the prompt "Character A was so happy planning the perfect starfall party. They forgot to get a date. Character B has an idea." for @starfallweek.

Can't wait to read what everyone came up with!

Might write more of these two. Not sure. If people want more i will

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She’d been planning this for weeks. Y/N had always loved Starfall and the joy she gets from spending time with her family no matter how tired she gets afterwards so when she finally moved out and was able to plan the parties herself she went all out. This year was her first time planning for her husband's family.

Y/N and the night court’s shadowsinger, Azriel, had married earlier that year and she’d made a promise to herself to plan that year's starfall party to give the Highlord time to spend time with his family and take a break after all he did for her. He helped her family get back on their feet after the war, and fully paid for the wedding and, her and Azriels new house. That proved to be a very good idea.

Y/N had somehow convinced the high lord and lady to take a week off leading up to the holiday giving her plenty of time to plan a surprise party without them and the only way for it to be successful was if they were gone. Y/N had realised pretty quickly how much of a busybody the high lord was.

She had to tell the rest of his family about the plan but couldn’t do that while he was getting suspicious of everyone sneaking around so she dropped hints of a holiday in his head. Even though he was the most powerful high lord he didn’t seem to be the smartest so she turned to his wife the highlady and straight up told her to take her husband and child on a holiday.

~~~

Y/N was out of breath after running up a street and then stairs to catch up to her highlady who was now walking only a few metres in front of her. She pushed a stroller which most likely carried the young night court heir. “Feyre.” Y/N more puffed than yelled out.

Feyre spun around quickly in response, gasping when seeing Azriel's new wife bent over puffing her lungs out. “Y/N are you okay? Should I call for Azriel?”

Y/N put a hand up. “No-” she breathed a deeper breath before standing “-I just ran like 5 blocks to find you but you walk so damn fast.”

“You had to run to catch up to me?” Feyre raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow.Y/N shushed her, “You know what I mean”

Feyre chuckled a light and airy sound. “Well, what did you need?”

“I’ve been trying to convince your mate, Rhysand-” Feyre giggled again at Y/N’s clarification “-to take you and Nyx on a holiday but it seems that he is thicker than Cassian’s biceps and can't get the hint.”

“So you want me to take him?”

Y/N nodded slowly.

“Why?”

“I’m trying to plan a Starfall party so he can take a break in thanks for everything he did for me but I can't get help when he’s such a busybody.”

Feyre laughed again before agreeing allowing Y/N to run straight back home to start properly preparing.

~~~

Now it was the day before Starfall and everything was ready. Well, almost ready. Y/N had realised that neither she nor Azriel had formally asked each other to be the other's date as they had done since before they even started dating. It was technically now a yearly tradition between the two and she wasn't going to break it this year. But even though she wanted to keep the formality they held in earlier years she was too tired to plan anything else.

Y/N had planned non-stop for the past week and that was exhausting. Rhysand, Feyre and Nyx got back from their holiday earlier that day so everyone in the inner circle was walking on glass around the highlord hoping he didn’t mention his own party or even Starfall itself.

Y/N finally convinced herself that the not-tradition tradition she’d created with her husband was worth continuing and set down her book before starting her search for the elusive male. She looked around upstairs in the bedroom, study, and bathroom(hoping to find an undressed shadow singer) before making her way downstairs. Walking into the foyer she stuck her head into the lounge room to see a large bat wing popping up from the lounge.

She winced internally, knowing Azriel was lying on his back and thinking of how uncomfortable it would be for him.

“Az?” Y/N whispered incase he was asleep. His head popped up over the back of the lounge and she smiled at his mussed-up hair and droopy eyes, clearly indicating that he had previously been asleep.

“Yeah?” Azriel muttered in a sleep-ridden voice before rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hand. Even after just waking up, he was gorgeous.

“I kind of assumed we would since you know-” Y/N shrugged “-we are married, but will you be my date to the Starfall party?”

Azriel woke up instantly at that sentence before pulling a face like he sucked on a lemon. Y/N’s face dropped along with her stomach. She immediately started thinking of what he did to have that reaction. What did he do?

Azriel noticed his wife’s distress immediately and sat up more ready to jump over the lounge in case he needed to do some quick damage control. “Sorry. Im going with Cassian.”

Y/N’s face blanked as she reeled back. Her mouth opened and then shut. Before opening again she tilted her head to the side and furled her eyebrows in thought. “Why?”

“Well you see, Cassian can't go with Nesta because she is going with Gwyn.” Azriel started explaining. He realised it wasn’t enough of an explanation before continuing. “Nesta is going with Gwyn because Emerie is going with Mor.”

That was enough of an explanation for his wife because her bewildered look turned to one of thought.

“Oh,” Y/N turned to walk away. “Okay.”

“Sorry!” Azriel called out with a wince on his face.

~~~

It was now Starfall and people filled every inch of the inside of the home and the back garden.

Y/N had invited everyone from Azriel's side of the family that he liked and she invited all from her side of the family who in return invited more people resulting in Y/N being stopped by every second person who claimed to be a distant relative of hers. But she didn't listen to what they had to say. She was too stressed by the fact that Rhysand, Feyre and Nyx hadn’t shown up yet.

Additionally, the sight of Cassian pulling her husband into a dip and kissing him passionately had set her on edge. She’d almost shatter the glass she was holding from anger. Y/N knew it was all a joke but there was this nagging feeling creeping up her spine which could only be described as murderous when watching Cassian and Azriel put on this happy couple act for the joke they had going.

Y/N moved throughout the house towards the front door and pushed her way outside to sit on the front porch to wait for the high lord and lady.

Thankfully she didn’t have to wait long for they arrived almost as soon as she sat down and she stood to greet them quickly.

“Rhysand, Feyre. Welcome back to Velaris.” Y/N smiled broadly as she hugged the couple before turning to Nyx. “Welcome back too little soldier.”

“We are grateful to be back.” Rhysand chuckled.

“And grateful for you to have organised and sent us on that trip.” Feyre added nudging her husband and mate.”

Suddenly everything turned serious as Y/N looked at the two parents.

“I need your child for something.”

~~~

The musicians hired quickly turned up the tempo of the party after the show of stars and everyone started dancing. Azriel had been searching for Y/N for a while now, wondering where she had gone. He was filled with concern and anxiety that something must have gone wrong. So much that he broke the little joke he and Cassian had going on to voice his concerns to the other male.

Azriel kept looking around the backyard hoping to see Y/N somewhere and slowly started slinking into himself when his searching failed until Cassian roughly jabbed him in the arm.

Azriel's head snapped to face Cassian but the other male just pointed to the makeshift dance floor.

Azriel looked and saw his wife carefully dancing around with a little bundle in her arms and relief filled his body. He smiled at her happiness and took the few minutes the song took to admire her.

When the song finished she looked back up to him and smiled a big toothy grin. Azriel followed it with a grin of his own as she started a walk over.

“So Y/N,” Cassian started, “who's your date for tonight.”

Y/N glared at the male before smiling at the now-moving lump in her arms.

“Nyx needed someone to go with so I volunteered.” She smiled back down at the young fae looking up at her in her arms.

“Well, I’ll say that you make a wonderful couple.” Cassian mocked.

“Why thank you, my lord.” Y/N mocked back with a slight curtsy. “Now if you’ll excuse me my date and I must go to bed.”

Azriel watched as Y/N walked off inside the house, Cassian’s teasing of replacement flying straight over his head until an older fae female walked up to them.

One Azriel recognised from his wedding.

“So when are we recreating that image with my grandchild Azriel?” His mother-in-law asked expectantly.

#acotar #starfallweek2024 #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel acotar #rhysand #cassian #nyx #feyre #feyre archeron

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rowaelinsdaughter · 7 months

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would you write some fluff about flying with Xaden??🫶

author note: thank u so much for requesting this anon!!! this is my first time writing him, so i hope you like it

𝖀𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 (𝖃𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖓 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗)

WARNING: FLUFF, JUST FLUFF, AND A SURPRISE

The rain beat on the windows incessantly, the moon blocked by the clouds and your boyfriend's arms around your waist.

With most of the students and teachers asleep, it hadn't been difficult to go to his room after weeks without having time for both of you. But you noticed that something was missing. No matter how comfortable you were, you were restless and Xaden noticed that.

“There's something wrong with you, right?”

“Mmm, no…”

“Mmm, liar. I know you angel and I know when you are restless or want something. "You don't stop moving your fingers and looking at me with puppy eyes."

You hide your hands in the sheets and turn so he can't see you. You hear his deep laugh behind you and his arms pull you closer to his toned body. His hands slip under your shirt (one of the many you had stolen from him) and he caresses your abdomen slowly.

You sigh and tell him what you've been longing for for a while.

“I want to fly” You turn in his arms to see his face.

Xaden raises his eyebrows. “Now?”

“Yes, now. You know it's my favorite weather and I've thought about what it would be like to fly in the rain, plus it doesn't rain that much either.” You hug him by the shoulders and caress the back of his neck. “Come on, Xaden, do it for me.”

His eyes connect with yours, giving you one of his smiles that you loved so much, revealing a dimple. He kisses you quickly. “I must love you too much”

"And you do it"

"Of course"

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Sgaeyl and Aisha were waiting for you, having heard your conversation. You notice a smile on your white frame, you roll your eyes and stick your tongue out at him.

Busybody

It's not my fault

Yeah, yeah…

You sit in the saddle, careful not to slip in the light rain, and look at Xaden with a euphoric smile.

"Prepared?"

“I was born prepared, angel.”

And so, your dragons begin to fly away from Riders Quadrant.

Once away from the quadrant, you close your eyes letting the rain run over your features and a scream of pure happiness and euphoria leaves your lips, followed by a laugh.

You lie on Aisha's back and notice how the rain begins to calm down until it stops falling.

You open your eyes and look to your right, finding a smiling Xaden, all to see you happy. You smile back followed by an I love you.

You caress your dragon and then say to it: Do you want to see the moon, Aisha?

Of course, Y/n.

Aisha starts flying towards the clouds and Xaden follows you blindly, like the first day you met. And then you see it in all its splendor. That night the moon was full and illuminated the world with its silvery glow. Xaden comes close enough to touch you and takes you under the shoulders and sits you down in front of him.

A shiver runs down your spine when you feel his lips on your ear.

"I love you, you know?. From the first day we met. And I fell more in love when you knocked me down the day we trained” His hands caress your waist “At that moment I thought you were the one, that you were for me and you are, angel. You are mine and I am yours.”

You didn't know when you had started crying, until you noticed the tears on your neck.

“So, I want to ask you something that I have been wanting to tell you for a long time, but I couldn't find the right moment, and today, when I saw you this happy, I thought it was the perfect moment.” With a movement he turns you to face you and being able to look into your eyes “Y/n, my sweet angel, will you marry me?”

You start to cry harder, you grab Xaden's cheeks and bring him closer to your lips, noticing how his hands tighten on your waist. “Of course you do, Xaden” And with those last words, you kiss him.

You had thought that night was magical, but Xaden had made it the best night of your life.

𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅 ©𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚 / 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌. 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆.

#xaden riorson #xaden and sgaeyl #xaden x reader #fourth wing #iron flame #books #books books books #fanfic #xaden x you #fluff #female reader #one shot #imagine #x reader #omg i love this #surprise

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hannahssimblr · 2 months

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Night descends upon us and yet, as usual, the stars don’t shine brightly the way that they did last summer when our bonfire roared under clear, sparkling skies. I think of that night now as I sit on a patch of cool earth in the dunes above Dollymount Strand surrounded by rusting cans and the sun-bleached wrappers of discontinued chocolate bars.

I remember the balmy air of late July, how I didn't even heed it until now when the night is still too cold to sit out in yet we all pretend it isn't. Anyway, it’s too late to point it out to the crowd that's already gathered here, drinking and playing music from a speaker that crackles every time the bass gets too loud, so I sit as close as I can to the flames without climbing into the pit with them, and let their heat lick over my skin.

I share a few beers with a big, severe looking boy next to me for a while. He's got silver spikes protruding from his lip, and high cheek bones that make his face look kind of gaunt and hollow like a Tim Burtonesque character. We called him Lurch at school, because he’s also about six foot five and rake thin, but tonight I learn that Lurch’s real name is Rob, and actually, Rob is a very nice person.

He talks to me about music for ages, about his drum kit and how the neighbours keep complaining to his parents about the noise. I tell him that I’ve always wished I was musical but I have absolutely no sense of rhythm. I’m kind of a loser like that, despite my dreams of being that guy with the guitar who impresses all the girls, but I have long since accepted that I will settle to be a humble music-recommender instead. Jen still keeps all of the silly mix tape CDs I made for her in primary school in her room, and it gives me an inexplicable sense of worthiness whenever I spot them.

Never once during my conversation with Rob do I tell him about the Lurch thing, though it crosses my mind several times. What seemed so funny once in the confines of my little group seems kind of obviously mean now, but I suppose I never took the time to think about it before.

Katie is nice too, the girl with a stammer who snorts when she laughs, which is often once she joins in our conversation, because she seems to think my stories are very funny, as does Rob, and I have to tell them not to laugh so hard because it only encourages me to put myself in more situations that might be entertaining to retell later on. They think that's funny too, but actually, I am being serious.

Still, I know they’ll love that one about the time I was using the desert as a toilet and a military helicopter flew overhead, convincing me that my great aunt’s busybody neighbour had called the FBI to report me for public urination, so I make sure to tell it in the most energetic way I can. It’s easier and way more fun to reveal embarrassing things about myself when I’m drinking, and by the time I have finished telling it, I toss my empty bottle to my feet where four others already lie. I hadn’t even realised I had drunk that much, but who cares when I feel this good.

“Jesus, you’re so funny,” Katie says once her giggles have subsided, “I can’t believe we all thought you were an arsehole.”

“You thought that?”

“Not really,” Rob assures me, “We just thought you were… like, a bit…”

“...of an arsehole,” I finish, and he’s clearly being polite so he denies it, but he shouldn’t bother, really, because I already know how I am. I'm aware of the things I’ve said and done to other kids for the sake of relieving my crushing, constant boredom, never really thinking about the consequences beyond ‘it will be funny’. Maybe I should say I’m sorry.

“Nah you’re right, I’m kind of a horrible bastard,” and I laugh at myself, which gives them permission to do so too, albeit awkwardly.

“You’re not, you’re not,” Rob assures me, “You definitely weren’t the worst of the guys in our year…”

I want to ask him who is the worst, purely for the satisfaction of hearing him say that it’s Fitzy, or Murphy or Breener or any of those other awful, rugby wanks, but I don’t because someone coming through the grass has derailed my train of thought.

“What’s she doing here?”

I have interrupted Rob and now he’s blinking in surprise as he turns to where Leah, fucking Leah, is approaching us.

“Uh, she comes to talk to Evan sometimes,” he explains, “just for like, a few minutes usually and then she heads off. Do you know her?”

“Yeah.”

I watch with a clenched jaw as she and Evan disappear into the darkness for a few minutes, and pop open a brand new beer bottle as Rob and Katie chat as I sit between them having lost all of my sense of fun in an instant. I’m also drunk, if not very much getting there judging by the slightly blurry flames that dance exotically in front of my eyes. I have a dim thought that it’s probably a good idea to stop drinking if I plan on seeing Jen later. I doubt Michelle’s parents will be too pleased if I show up steaming drunk at their door…

“Oh my God, Jude, I didn’t expect to see you here!” Leah is back and standing right over me. I don’t even bother to look up at her face, and instead just stare at her ratty Vans that I’m almost certain are the same pair she wore when we used to hang out two years ago, and they were ratty back then.

“Yep,” I say. She sits down so closely to me in the sand that I can smell her distinct, Leah smell. She doesn’t smell bad, just like an unpleasant sensory memory.

“How are you?”

I clear my throat, “Are you buying drugs from teenagers now? Is that what it’s come to?”

“Oh, I thought you already knew how Evan and I knew each other.”

“No.”

“Well, mister policeman, it’s just weed,” she pulls the baggie I saw earlier out of her jacket pocket, “We can even smoke some together now if you like.”

“Weed makes me sick.”

“I remember that! Ha!” She offers it to Rob and Katie who both decline and exchange alarmed looks over our heads.

“Are you going to sit here all night?” I ask her, and even to my own ears it’s unbelievable how rude I am to her, but I don’t care, she deserves it, and it’s not like she even seems to register my tone anyway, she’s always been completely oblivious to what people think about her. She’s that person who hangs around at the party for way too long and keeps bringing up conversations that everyone stopped talking about ages ago.

“Jude and I go way back,” Leah explains to Katie beside her, “I met him when he was, what,” a nudge to my arm, “thirteen?”

“Twelve.”

“We used to be friends, back when he was fun.”

I scowl and she drapes herself over my shoulder with an effortless laugh as though she somehow believes this is our usual banter, “I’m joking, he’s still so fun! And cute!” She tries to grab my face and I shake her off insistently so she settles for fisting a hand in the front of my sweatshirt to hold me hostage instead, “Isn’t he, though?” she presses poor, sheepish Katie who explodes in a ferocious blush. “Would you say he’s the cutest boy at school?”

“I- I don’t know,” Katie stutters.

“Well guess what! I got to be the lucky girl who took his virginity!”

I rip her off me but she comes back at me with more grabbing hands and tickling fingers, “Ooh! It’s true, isn’t it? Isn’t it Judie? Oh, isn’t it?”

I wrench her off me with finality and clamber to my feet, my heart beating, my stomach queasy, “Leave me alone, okay?” I bend down to swipe my beer bottle out of the hollow I made for it in the sand and even then she tries to touch my hair. It infuriates me. “I’m serious! Piss off!” I spit.

“Oh God, mister grumpy!” She says as I stagger around the bonfire to get away from her and everything that she represents. I’m definitely drunk now, it's in my sluggish movements, the way my eyes drift unfocussed from person to person, but being drunk is preferable to remembering Leah as vividly as I would if I were perfectly sober. Right now, it is just snippets of an evening three years ago that play through my mind. The week I turned fourteen, and the hard, frozen November ground by a swing set. The things I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to do but thought knew I should by then, and Leah, and the heat of her skin, the smell of her sweat, the hyper fixation I had on that piece of bark mulch I felt tangled in her hair which somehow became the strongest memory of all, something that I still associate with her when I feel the sharp dig of something in my palm.

When I don't see her I don't think of these things, so I circle the bonfire until she is invisible, obscured by the roaring flames and swallowed by the darkness.

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moonlightazriel · 1 year

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Son of the Darkness XII /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: Hidden for so long The court of shadows thrived, and things were great until the high lord's death, now the next in line should assume the crown of high lord of shadows, will he accept his duties?

Warnings: Mentions of blood and death.

Word Count: 1,8K

Notes: Finally felt like writing SOD again, i didn't wrote befoe cuz i didn't wanted to deliver a bad chapter just so i could say i was writing. I'm happy with how it turned out, hope y'all enjoys just as much.

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She never felt so tired, it took everything she had not to give in right there, let him take her, do with her whatever he pleased. She craved to be touched by him, and hours after their encounter, she still could feel his hands grabbing her hair, and the sweet taste of his cock on the tip of her tongue. Her mind kept replaying it all night, she had to take a cold shower to soothe the burning in her skin, she burned for him, so intensely.

She kept quiet during breakfast, Rhysand was telling them that the High Lords meeting would be in a week and they could go back to the Night Court with them, which Azriel quickly agreed, maybe not being alone with him would be easier to pretend she didn’t want to be near him, it would be easier to avoid that pull on her chest that always seemed to lead to him, even if she tried to deny it.

So she hadn’t shared a word with him the whole day, just packing whatever she needed and giving the order for her armies to get ready in case they needed them. Eva had convinced Rune to let her go too, saying she would help convince the others to help. So as the day came to an end, they were already teleporting back to Prythian.

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“Do you want to go for a walk?” Cassian’s head popped up in front of her and she looked away from her book, from the corner of her eyes she could see Azriel looking at them, watching her every move. They were in the House of Wind for three days now and she was doing a great job of avoiding him like the plague, so she breathed with relief when Cassian asked her to leave the house with him.

“Sure.” She got up, grabbed her sword that was lying on the floor next to her, and strapped it to her back, Cassian rose an eyebrow. “You never know.” They walked to the nearest balcony and Cassian pulled her closer, lifting her so he would fly them to the city below.

“What’s going on between you and Azriel?” She turned her head to him, the wind moved a few loose strands of hair from the face of the general and the sun kissed his skin, making his hazel eyes shine.

“We’re not discussing this, especially right now.” She scoffed, she wasn’t interested in discussing whatever was happening between her and her High Lord, especially with his brother and in the air. Cassian laughed, making her whole body shake with him.

“You two are unbelievable, he refused to say something too, you’re perfect for each other.” Her heart twisted in her chest and Cassian gently placed her on the floor, their short flight was over.

“If you weren’t such a busybody and stopped trying to snoop in other people’s relationships, he would actually go to you and talk.” Cassian turned to her, an amused smirk on his lips.

“So there’s a relationship then?” She groaned frustrated, starting to walk, leaving Cassian behind. She heard his laughter before he followed her.

“You want to know so much about other people but what about you?” She asked after they found a place to sit and look at the Sidra.

“Me?”

“I’ve been around for only three days Cas, and I see how you look at a certain Archeron sister.” Cassian turned to her rather quickly and she bit her lip, trying to suppress a giggle.

“There’s nothing between me and Nesta.” He said defensively and she snorted.

“I’ve never mentioned Nesta’s name, but if it fits…” He rolled his eyes.

“She doesn’t particularly enjoy us. After she was made, she grew resentful towards us, something happened to them in there, but I guess it was worse for her, she was different when she came back. I wish I could have done something to avoid it, they didn’t deserve what happened to them. ” He sounded sad.

“I’m sure you did everything you could to help, and even if Nesta doesn’t show, deep down she knows it too.” She patted Cassian’s shoulder and he smiled at her, little dimples in his cheeks as he did so.

“I really like you, the sister I never had.” She smiled back.

“I like you too Cassian, a lot.” They sat for a little while, the river calmly flowing its course, unbothered by the life and people around it.

“HELP! WE’RE IN THE LIBRARY.” They jumped from their seats at the same time, looking at each other.

“Follow me.” The people around them looked confused as they ran toward the mountain, it took a minute for her to recognize Feyre’s voice asking for help clear as the day. She followed Cassian, her lungs burning as they rushed, entering the same library where she met Azriel, the one that held the Soul Seeker at the bottom. “FUCK! They’re down there with that damned thing.”

“I’ll go, you take them out.” Cassian made a sound as if he was going to disagree but he didn’t have the time. Y/N walked to the fence and quickly jumped over it, Cassian’s yelp of surprise was the last thing she heard before she was free falling to the bottom of the library, the shadows below coming to life to greet her, ready to devour and destroy.

She landed on the stone floor with a loud noise, the darkness surrounded her and she focused her eyes, seeing two males at the end of the stairs, Feyre was hopefully back to safety, so Y/N drew the dagger that was always strapped to her thigh, ready for some fun. She could smell the fear pouring from the male’s body, and hear the uneven breathing as Bryaxis showed them their worst nightmares, she could hear her mother’s voice somewhere, but she shook her head, ignoring it.

She walked slowly until she was close enough to see their features in the dark, the male screamed as her dagger slit his throat open, and the other one quickly started to swing his sword around.

“Who’s there?” His voice was laced with terror, and his teeth made a continuous noise as the bottom hit the top again and again, the male was terrified and she laughed, the darkness around her liked it too.

“Oh, don’t worry, it’s going to be over soon. We just need to have a talk.” She threw her dagger, pinning the male by his shirt on the nearest wall, she walked closer, releasing her sword from her back, letting the sharp end touch his skin, pressing just enough to have a trickle of blood running down his neck.

“I won’t tell you anything.” The male said and she rolled her eyes.

“If you do, I’ll let you live, and I tend to be very truthful to my words.” The male breathed with relief, and the darkness around her seemed to swallow, tasting the hope in the man. “What did you two want?”

“Hybern wants her, she took something from him and he wants it back.” Cassian’s words rang in her head. She was different when she came back. They were after Nesta, and whatever she took, it was important enough for Hybern to be desperate to get it back.

“More, I want more.” She pushed the sword forward, piercing his neck a bit more.

“That’s all I know, he sent us specifically for this. I don’t know anything else, please let me go.” He begged and she nodded, whispering an “okay” before removing her sword and dagger, the male breathed in relief. “Thank you.”

“All yours now, Soul Seeker.” The darkness danced around her, and Bryaxis went full force on him, the male fell to his knees, she could see the panic in his eyes and the screams ripping from his lips, his body shaking and he fell to the ground.

“Y-you said I c-c-could live.” The man breathed, barely able to talk.

“And you can, if you’re able to escape it. Good luck.” She started to walk to the stairs, the screams of the male behind her as she reached a more illuminated point of the library, the three males looked at her, swords drawn and ready to attack.

“What happened down there?” Rhysand asked, feeling his bones chill as he watched her walk out of Bryaxis home so calmly as she had just exited a field of flowers.

“I took care of the threat, but can we please talk somewhere else? All of this dust is making my nose itch.” She walked past them and they just dumbly followed her back to the House of Wind.

“Are you hurt?” Azriel asked the first word he spoke to her in days, her heart clenched hearing his voice, he sounded so concerned, his eyes searched for any injuries while his shadows pooled around her feet, some, more daring, reaching for her face, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I’m okay, I promise, don’t worry.” He nodded, checking one more time just to be sure. “Now let’s go talk to them.” He led the way, and the rest of the inner circle waited for them in the living room.

“We’re glad to see that you're safe, thank you for rescuing us.” Feyre said, looking lost, they all did, knowing their home wasn’t safe for them anymore. Azriel stood still by her side, his fingers slightly brushing hers, and she could feel he was shaking a little bit.

“They were after her, he said she took something from the king and he wants it back.” She pointed to Nesta, whose blue icy eyes turned in her direction, with a confused look.

“What could I have possibly taken from that idiot?” She sounded angry.

“Your powers.” Amren spoke. “Even if you try to deny we can feel it, like the cauldron was forced to give more than it wanted.”

“If she took the powers from the cauldron, maybe he needs it back to work in its fullest power.” Cassian said, the engines in Y/N’s brain started to work, if she had the cauldron’s power, she could fire back.

“Or he’s afraid of what she can do.” The room fell silent. “Is it possible to train her powers, he might be afraid that she’s learning what to do with them if the cauldron can decimate an army, Nesta can do it too, she just doesn’t know how.”

“Amren, you’re going to help Nesta, she needs to learn as much as she can about her powers. Maybe she can even feel where the cauldron is if they have the same powers.” Rhysand spoke.

“It’s a theory, we can try.” Feyre said and Nesta rose from her seat.

“I won’t do anything, I didn't ask for this, you can’t force me.” She was ready to leave when Eva spoke, for the first time in the day.

“You cannot go back to what you were before, but you can make him pay for everything he has done. The revenge is yours to claim.” Nesta looked at her, the words seemed to sink in deep within her and she nodded.

“Let’s make that motherfucker pay then.”

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glowinthedarkmouse · 1 year

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a rough evening w/ azriel

A/N: hi!! this is my first attempt at a more angsty kinda fanfic? let me know how i did and if you like this one! these are doing better than i expected them to so i’d love to write more for the community. also, this one is like 3x longer than what i normally do soooo, enjoy!! :) WARNING: mentions of childhood trauma and abuse

Everyone bowed as the Inner Circle sauntered through the Court of Nightmares, taking their places around the throne. Rhysand and Feyre sat upon the throne, Cassian and Azriel stood guard in front of them, with Nesta by Cass and her by Az. Amren stood directly next to Rhys, and Mor next to Feyre. Rhys spoke with Keir momentarily, before announcing for everyone to eat.

She felt out of place in the Court of Nightmares. The others wore blues and blacks, with jewelry meant to resemble the stars. She, however, was instructed to wear only colors such as champagne and eggshell white, with jewelry made from pearls. Mor told her she was to be seen as innocent, sweet, and soft, a lighter side to the court. She was also meant to perfectly rival Azriel, who was in his usual all black, save for a white ring on his left hand. She had a matching black ring on hers as well, as they were meant to resemble a yin and yang balance for the court. To show they were capable of niceties, along with handling its enemies in a swift and dark way, to prove that they were not a court to mess with.

She must’ve gotten lost in thought, for the next thing she noticed, she and Azriel were dancing. It was a quicker dance, one Mor had taught her many moons ago. It seems as though the muscle memory stayed through the years, for she was remembering the dance without thinking much of it.

“Are you okay? You seem out of it,” Az murmured in her ear, not wanting the busybodies of the Court of Nightmares, who had nothing better to do than gossip, to hear.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Just ready to go home and take this stupid frilly dress off,” she softly whispered.

“We’re leaving here soon, love.”

“Good.”

He laughed a little at that, knowing her hatred for too much human interaction. He spoke to Rhys momentarily before leaning back down by her ear, “Rhysand says we can leave now, would you like to head home?”

“Is that even a question, Az? Of course I want to head home,” she murmured back. He smiled softly before grabbing her hand and lightly guiding her out of the court, or at least he was planning to.

Until that bastard Keir calls his son grabs her shoulder, turning her towards him with such a force that Az knows equals a death sentence. The cheeky bastard smiles a wolfish grin, like he was the big bad wolf and she was Little Red Riding Hood, just waiting to be eaten.

“Whoa whoa whoa, where's a pretty lady like you going with an ugly brute of a man like him?” he said with pure malice in his voice, getting closer to her and Azriel. He touched her long hair, before smiling even harder at the poor girl.

She was in shock, for the way the male grabbed her arm hurt, a lot more than it should’ve. She stole a look at it and saw it was bright red and burning, leaving a massive imprint on her arm. She instantly goes back to when she was a young girl, when her older brothers would hurt her and leave similar imprints on her arms and legs. When they’d cut her long, beautiful hair because she was too ugly to have such pretty hair. Her hair was the last memory of her mother she had, before she passed from an illness that swept through the Illyrian camps many moons ago. She remembered her mother brushing and braiding her hair countless times a day, just from how much she loved it. Her mother had loved the freckles dotting her cheeks and shoulders in the warm summers. She swore her mother visited her dreams every now and then, brushing her hair and asking if her freckles came back every year like they used to. The freckles she’d gotten from her mother. The freckles her and her brothers shared.

She didn’t realize she hadn’t been breathing until Azriel lightly grabbed her other arm, threatening the hell out of the bastard son. She flinched away from him, only being able to think of her brothers from her childhood. Az released her arm, sort of in shock, as she’d never flinched from him like that before. He knew nothing of her childhood, knew nothing of the abuse she endured from her elder brothers. She stumbled back a bit, trying to remember where she was, before Az tried to move towards her. She took another step back, before running past him and taking flight as soon as she could, with her beautiful white wings. She truly did look angelic under the starlight, her jewelry dully reflecting the moonlight. Azriel went to shoot up after her, but Rhysand grabbed his arm before he could.

“Az, let her go just this once. She’s in a state of panic, and you won’t be able to help her like this,” Rhys told him mentally. Az kept a look of desperation on his face, wanting so badly to go after the woman he loved. A few minutes later, he added “She just got back to the House of Wind, Az. Go to her, but let her come to you. She’s been through more than one might think.” He released his grasp on Azriel’s arm, sending him a look of warning before the Shadowsinger took off into the night.

As soon as she arrived home, she went to one of the more hidden guest rooms, specifically the one with a small hidden cupboard behind the bookshelf, barely large enough to fit her small frame. The house lit a small candle that sat in a little alcove, putting off just enough light to keep the area from being pitch black. She had ripped off the tight dress on her way through the house, too upset to take it off properly. She managed to find a thin nightgown on her way to the guest room and changed, grabbed her cloak and went into hiding. This was the one spot in the house where no one could find her, for only she and Rhysand knew of the spot, as he had added it just for her.

She brought the cloak around her body and shuffled into a slightly more comfortable position. She didn’t want Azriel to see her in this state of pure weakness. She was commonly seen as innocent and sweet, but weak was not one of the words to describe her. She softly sniffled, before curling into herself and softly crying herself to sleep.

Azriel barrelled through the doors of the house, silently cursing himself for making such a loud noise. He slowly shut the doors and walked quietly through the house, listening for any signs of life. His shadows searched the house for her, wanting to make sure she was okay. He noticed the ripped dress on their bedroom floor, instantly worrying about someone getting in before his shadows alerted him that they had found her, and that she was safe. He made his way to the room with the hidden compartment, which he went and sat next to (Cass found it one day, and is terrible at keeping secrets). He stayed up to keep an eye and ear out to make sure she slept through the night with minimal issues, guarding the room with shadows. He didn’t dare disturb her sleep, knowing how difficult it came to her some nights.

Morning came much faster than it should have, for the moment he heard slight stirring coming from inside the compartment, he silently sat up and opened the small door. Her legs fell out first, which he quickly grasped before softly setting them down, not wanting to push any boundaries. She rubbed her eyes before pulling her legs back to her, covering them back up with her cloak. They sat in silence, neither wanting to ask any questions.

“You can have the house to yourself today, if you'd like. I’m sure there’s things for me to do elsewhere if you need the space,” Azriel said after minutes of nothingness.

“No, don’t leave me here alone today. I don’t think I could handle it,” she muttered softly, not moving from her spot in the compartment.

“I won’t leave, darling. Do you want to go lay down on the bed? There's no way you were able to properly sleep in there.”

“...yeah, can you carry me, please?”

“Of course darling.”

He gently picked her up and grabbed her cloak, before briskly walking to their room, wanting her to get some proper rest. He pulled the comforter back before placing her down, making sure she was as comfortable as she could be. He went to walk away to go get something small for her to eat and drink before she grabbed his arm.

“Please just…stay in here with me for a while, I don’t wanna be by myself right now,” she said, slowly getting quieter with each word. He climbed into bed next to her, leaving some distance for her to decide how close they’d be. She instantly scooched over to him, softly folding her white wings around herself and his torso. He instantly wrapped the both of them in his much larger wings, knowing it would comfort her more. She started to softly sob into his chest, no longer being able to hide it from him. She slowly tells him about what happened when she was a young girl, with her brothers dipping their hands in faebane just to hurt her more. They didn’t possess the magic she did, so it never affected them. She explained the way they’d cut her hair, and how much her hair meant to her, especially after losing her mother. She told him of the cruel pranks they’d play, of the scars that he’d never seen due to a glamour she started using many moons ago, and of the vile and wretched things they’d tell her. She even told him of when she started to believe what they had been saying. She continued to cry into Azriels chest, letting out all of her pent up emotions.

He just sat there and held her, letting her release all of this rage and anger she had been feeling for years. When she settled down some, he pulled her onto his chest and softly talked to her.

“Darling, you will never be less of a person due to what your brothers put you through. They were idiotic fools who couldn’t see the woman you would grow up to be. If they hadn’t been taken out during the Blood Rite, I would’ve seen to it that they paid for what they did to you. You are the light of my life, the yang to my yin, the one person I could never say no to. I love you so terribly much, darling. I’ll never let you feel less-than for what your brothers did. You’re my moon, my stars, and my entire life. Let me continue to show you this everyday, for as long as you’ll let me.”

She sniffled for a moment, before starting to cry harder, absolutely in love with the Shadowsinger in front of her. He held her, utterly in love with the woman in his arms.

Suddenly, something shifted.

Shifted into place.

Like it was supposed to be there the entire time.

The mating bond.

Just clicked.

She slowly leaned away from him, making sure he felt it too. He looked back at her with a face of shock, but mainly a face of pure love and adoration. She lunged at him, holding him in the tightest hug she could manage. He peppered soft kisses on her cheeks while she slowly started to giggle, pushing him away. She leaned in and gave him a proper kiss on the lips, and he just melted into her, as if they were becoming one person.

“One quick question?” she said in a more serious manner.

“Yes darling?”

“What was done about the man who grabbed my arm?”

“Oh, Rhys has him locked up far, far away, where he’ll never be missed.”

“Good,” she softly stated, “I love you Azriel.”

“I love you too, darling.”

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helpinghanikan · 1 year

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Best kind of revenge

Sum: The best kind of revenge is to treat your enemy's ex-wife right.

Ch.2: Scar the neighbors

Ch1. Handsome man at the bar

Ch.3 Abrupt ending

Your car is still warming up when Rudy turned down your street. The chill of the late fall air was threatening to become winter. There would be frost on your windows tomorrow morning, if the boys stay the night then there’s will be covered too.

“Which is yours?” Alejandro asks from the backseat.

“It’s the only one on the left.” You directed, pointing to one of two houses on this road.

You and Graves bought the house after he proposed. If it were up to him it would be further away from anyone. So far out that cellphone service wouldn’t reach. Instead he was willing to compromise to be several miles outside of city limits. This way you could keep a job a personal life while Graves is away. That was so nice of him.

Your neighbor’s living room light flicked on when the two cars pulled into your driveway. She recognized your car, but it was the second that got her all suspicious.

“Your neighbor, Is she friendly?” Soap asks when you all get out of the car.

“Francine is nosy and busybody. If you wanna yell at her I won’t stop you.” You explain, waving at the figure in the window.

As if surprised that her spying didn’t work Francine quickly turned off the light. She was likely still looking out the window. Waiting for something interesting to happened.

Francine was Graves’s friend, not yours. Other than a wave every now and then you never really talked. The longest conversation you had was when she walked over and asked how you were doing with Graves away. That she just wanted to ‘check in’ since she saw a man or two come inside while Graves was away.

She didn’t believe that the boiler had died, needing Graves to explain he was the one who called before she waved at you again. Ever since you were sure she was acting as his little spy; how else would Graves come up with the idea you were cheating?

“Everywhere has an old bird like that.” Ghost comments, following at the back of the group towards your house.

After you unlock the front door Soap stops you with a kind hand on your shoulder. “Let us go in first. Just in case.”

You didn’t argue, simply stepping back for three of the four men to enter.

Rudy stayed on the front porch with you. His hands in his pants pockets all casual like.

The house wasn’t a sprawling mansion, but it would take a minute for Ghost, Soap, and Alejandro to get through everything.

“I’m sorry Graves took your base.” You said, “and your Alejandro.”

Rudy laughs at that. “Alejandro isn’t easily put down, not when his friends are there. It’s not your fault. I doubt Graves would tell you what he was going to do.”

“Laswell told me all about it. If she didn’t add evidence I wouldn’t have believed her.” You said, thinking back to the several phone calls you made trying to find out what happened. It only took two hang ups before you realized the Shadows weren’t your friends anymore.

“Do you know why Graves turned? Was there blackmail?” Rudy asks.

“Not that I know of. We were married but our lives were pretty separate. I didn’t even know how much he was making a year until the divorce.” You explained. “I assume that’s pretty common for you military guys, though. Keep your family away from the fighting as much as possible.”

Rudy shakes his head. “Alejandro got his family outside Las Almas the second he could afford to. I tried to do the same for my Abuela, but she refused to leave. The gangs aren’t touching her, though. They know not to.”

Before you could continue Alejandro called from the second floor. His voice echoing through the house to announce that it was; “All clear!”

Soap is sitting on your couch when you enter. Taking a seat next to him with Rudy on the other side. Ghost and Alejandro are quick to join in the living room. They stand in front of you, blocking any chance you have of leaving.

“Are you going to kill me?” You ask.

“No, no one is going to hurt you.” Soap immediately says. “We’re just trying to make Graves mad, try to drag him out from the hold he’s hiding in.”

“I mean, going down on his ex-wife is one way to do that.” You comment. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“Neither am I, but you are the one who led me there” Alejandro says, almost teasing with his masterful smile.

“The original idea was just to take some pictures to threaten with.” Soap explains, reaching his hand out to take a phone from Ghost. Opening it up before passing it over to you. “At most you were just supposed to dance with Alejandro, maybe get some kisses in there too.”

The phone had several photos that would work as a threat. You at work, the bar, taking out the trash. The best was one with Alejandro, leaning forward over the counter during your initial flirting. The next was so drastically different; with your head thrown back in ecstasy while Alejandro has his face buried between your thighs.

“Drop those off to the right people and Graves would have to either swallow his pride or show his face. Either way it’d be something to dig the knife in.” Ghost explains.

You’re still looking down at the picture of you and Alejandro. There wasn’t a chance you would have noticed Ghost slowly opening the bathroom door. Let alone taking a picture.

“We’ll get rid of the last one,” Soap says. “You don’t need to get wrapped up into this.”

But you’re already are wrapped up in all this. This wasn’t a sanctioned revenge mission. Laswell had promised you wouldn’t be contacted again after telling you everything and getting everything you could give back in return.

But this small team of Ghost, Soap, Alejandro, and Rudy weren’t acting on anyone’s behalf but their own. Price could tell them to let it go and wait for the target themselves. But Price wasn’t personally punched, shot, and betrayed by Graves like they have. Had they been more unscrupulous men you would have already been dead by now.

“No, keep it. In fact, you know what would really piss Graves off?” You say, a hand placed on Soap’s and Rudy knee.

Alejandro barks out a laugh. Not in a mocking way, but more in an incredulous way. “You are an insatiable woman.”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. None of you do.” You say, but your hands are already sliding up the thighs of Soap and Rudy. “But fucking his ex-wife and drinking his beer has to be up there as the best way for revenge, no?”

“None of us are saying no to that.” Ghost adds.

“The beer is in the fridge, help yourselves. But first,” You say, scootching forward on the couch. Reaching out and taking hold of Alejandro’s belt. “I owe you.”

“Hold on,” Soap says, placing a hand on your shoulder to stop you from pulling Alejandro any closer. The look Alejandro gave him could peel the paint from the walls. “We aren’t going any further without a safe word. Do you have one?”

You didn’t. It was never more than some fun handcuffs with Graves, so a safe word never seemed to eb necessary. But this wasn’t Graves you were dealing with.

“Philip.” You say.

Soap snorts when you say that. Letting go of your shoulder and leaning back to watch the show.

Alejandro helps you in opening his belt. Opening the front of his pants as you hold his hips, looking up at him with a smile promising the world.

Alejandro didn’t disappoint when his cock is finally out. Longer than average but not necessarily thick. Uncut with the tip already looking to leak precum. Your hand is dry when you gently take hold of him, but it wasn’t like you were going to immediately start stroking. Instead you took a nice, long, lick over the top.

There’s no hesitation on your part. It feels like there isn’t any time for that anymore. At any point Graves could come home. He could return to your life and act like everything is fine. The same way he did when getting home from a mission where he refused to tell you anything. Had he been successful in destroying the 141 would you have even known the kind of man he is?

You don’t want to think about that now. Not when Alejandro is moaning overhead. Mumbling appreciates in Spanish that were being said too softly for you to even hope to understand.

It wasn’t enough. Alejandro wasn’t enough.

“Rudy, Soap, stand up.” You order, head whipping to both sides.

You would have demanded Ghost’s involvement too, but he had already snuck away. Like a cat you didn’t see him leave the room. It’s nice to think that he was just taking your offer of free beer. More likely than not your drawers were currently being riffled through. Had he waited one more minute you would have told him where to find Grave’s stuff.

You don’t have time to think about where Ghost was in your house at the moment. Rudy and Soap had their pants open, pushed down past their backsides.

“Don’t take more than you can- ugh…” Rudy says but is interrupted by your lips around his tip.

It’s not like Alejandro and Soap are being ignored. Your wet hands are slicked from spit and gently stoke the other two men. Back and forth you slid over their tips, trying to keep time with your mouth.

You only get suck at Rudy for a few seconds when Soap’s hand is on the back of your head. It’s a bit surprising when he pulls on the hair there, pulling you off of Rudy and towards his own. Your mouth open to say something along the lines of ‘hey’ or ‘wait your turn�� but you don’t speak fast enough. Instead your open mouth is taken advantage of by Soap’s cock sliding through your lips, gagging the back of your throat.

“Easy, hermano.” Alejandro scolds Soap.

“Sorry, babe,” Soap apologizes. The hand that gripped your hair now cupping your cheek. “Just couldn’t help myself.”

You glare up to Soap but don’t make a move to pull away. Instead you take this as a sign to go faster. Closing your eyes and simply moving back and forth as it feels right.

Head empty, only thoughts of pleasuring others on your mind. Alejandro moans when you slide down his cock, massaging his balls. Doing the same to Rudy and reeling in the moans they make from your hands.

“Graves never deserved you,” Soap says from far, far above.

“Neither do we.” Rudy agrees, now being the one to move your head towards him.

This was the kind of praise you needed, the kind you deserved. Graves didn’t value you like he should have. Now, even while blowing three men, you had never felt safer.

Say Graves does come back tonight. He enters the door and sees you three cocks deep with no intention of stopping. What would he do? You had three men under your fingers tips right now and a third waiting in the wings. He’d never reach you, even if he had never laid a hand on you before. He wouldn’t have the chance to even yell, they would get to him first.

This confidence allows you to give these men permission. Permission to guide your head where they wanted it to go. To place a hand over yours and making your stroking faster and harder. You barely had to do a thing. Merely opening your eyes to the men that look down at you like they have never seen such beauty.

“Fuck, Sweetheart.” Soap says, his head falling backwards as your head starts to bob faster.

Alejandro and Rudy are kind enough to let you focus on Soap for the time being. Soap guttural moan sounding out through the house. Turning higher pitched and louder as he gets closer.

Finally he practically chokes you with his cock. Making the selfish choice to pull your face close and cum into your mouth without a real warning. It’s only thanks to a clear nose that you don’t die by suffocation.

“Fucking beautiful,” Soap sighs, letting Alejandro turn your head towards the remaining members of this party.

“Tip your head for me, amor.” Rudy whispers, gently pushing your head back to look straight up at them. Your mouth opening without needing to be told.

“I’m cumming,” Alejandro says, having the manners to tell you before it happens.

They paint your face white with their semen. You don’t hear their moans and spoken words of praise while climaxing. Your too focused on the warm streaks of cum the cover your mouth and leave a trail over your face. If Alejandro hadn’t rubbed your bottom lip you might have completely forgot that you were an actual person.

“Sorry for the mess,” He says, admiring his work.

“I’m not.” Rudy comments, his pants pulled back up while walking towards the kitchen.

Soap places a hand on your cheek. Your head turning over to look at him. Getting a nice smile from him in return.

Rudy returns from the kitchen with paper towels, trailed shortly behind by Ghost.

“Thanks,” You say, taking the towels from Rudy before he got the chance to clean you up himself. You take this chance to look over at Ghost, two beers in his hand. “How does the rest of the house look? Not to brag but I decorated the bathroom myself.”

Ghost steps up to the back of the couch. Leaning over it and handing you one of the bottles.

“It’s clean. Graves hasn’t been here, not recently at least.” He says, the bottom of his mask lifted to take a drink of Graves’s cheap beer. “Beer could be worse, though.”

“Say no more.” Soap comments, heading into the kitchen with Alejandro and Rudy following behind.

“You must really hate Graves to insult his beer like that.” You comment, taking a drink of said beer. Ghost wasn’t wrong about it being cheap. Graves would just come home with a six-pack sometimes, he never offered you any.

“Still gonna drink it.” He says, standing up to walk around the couch to face you. “Like you said, Babe; drinking his beer and fucking his wife are the best kind of revenge.”

“You haven’t gotten to that first part yet, though.” You say, a quirked eyebrow. “Take off your shirt and we can get started on that.”

Ghost has a deep snort. One that hints at a handsome chuckle, to a great laugh, that you had yet to hear. His eyes are on you when he asks; “Who are you to be giving me orders, Sweetheart?”

“Don’t listen to me, then. Be the last one of your friends who get to look at Graves and say ‘I’ve made your wife cum.’” You say, knowing that the way to Ghost’s cold heart was through a promise of revenge.

“Mask stays on.” Is the only accommodation Ghost demands. When you nod in understanding Ghost starts to strip while you sit back and sip on the beer. Wishing that Alejandro would make you another one of those fruity drinks.

Ghost tosses his coat on the chair. His shirt comes next, being careful when lifting it up and off of his head to avoid the mask from coming off. His shoes are toed off and pants pushed down with the care you would give at the end of the day after getting back from work. Leaving him in black briefs that he tucks his thumb into, waiting for your okay to take off his final piece.

Although you don’t know much about Ghost, you knew that he was a big boy. Having the kind of body that would fit him in with most rugby players; large thighs, thick center, and arms that should be a crime to hide behind sleeves.

“Got an eyeful yet?” Ghost asks, bringing you back to reality.

“Absolutely,” You say, unable to look up high enough to reach his eyes.

“C’mere, before I drag you up.” He warns.

That you had to smile at, standing from the couch.

“I get that you’re big and all that. But I’m not exactly small you won’t be able to like lift me easy-.” You’re interrupted by Ghost’s arms hauling you towards him.

His leg wraps around the back of yours. Pulling it forward while pushing you down at the same time. He tries to be gentle as he can be when taking you to the floor. But it still takes the wind out of your chest when he drags your pelvis against his by the belt loops.

His chest is heavy against yours, but only for a moment. Long enough that it keeps air from finding it’s way back into your lungs. It leaves you in almost stock as Ghost continues to move down your body. Pulling your pants down as he goes, dragging them down to your ankles and then surging back up to do the same with your panties.

“Never seen the Ghost ignore insubordination,” Soap says, watching down from the other side of the couch. “This is probably a better kind of pounding than the type he gives privates in the sparring ring.”

Your brain is fuzzy from the excitement. Only vaguely hearing Soap’s comments.

“I’m not-,” the words are hard to make when thick fingers are slid between your lips. Ghost’s moan of appreciation at just how wet you are louder than a thunderstorm. “I’m not a private, Soap. I’m not one of your subordinates.”

“No,” Comes Ghost’s rumbling voice. “You’re just a toy for us, aren’t you? You’re a little barracks bunny who made their way outside the dorms. Aren’t you?”

Ghost looks up from where he was at your hips. Pictures of Ghost in Price’s files showed him as something akin to a monster. A skull mask that shadows light brown eyes constantly tired looking.

Now, without the combat mask, he’s a man that’s waiting for an answer. Born for authority with staring eyes demanding that you respect it.

“Yes, just a toy. The barracks bunny of your fucking dreams.” You repeat, laying your head back and letting the world mute around you. “Now fuck me or move along, soldier.”

That was all Ghost needed to hear. He doesn’t need you to lift the hips or arch your back. Although he’s already proven his strength this doesn’t stop him from lifting your lower half off the floor. Positioning to slide between your lips once, twice, as the only warning before penetrating.

There’s no mercy. All that left Ghost’s system the moment you started to tease. The best he can give is a constant pressure pushing right through your entire being. Warm, thick, and hard he pushes forward.

He sings and finally bottoms out inside of you. Both of you letting out a heavy breathe you seemed to have been sharing.

Soap is watching with a grin out of the corner of your eye. Alejandro and Rudy doing the same but making themselves comfortable on the couch.

You give them a quick look and a smile. Seeing the buffet of men you get to choose from next. Ghost, however, is entirely focused on you. Leaning forward, his chest heavy against yours, with an exploratory hand moving your shirt up and up. Only then did you get the hint and helped him get the last bits of your clothing off.

“How are you feeling, Babe?” He asks in a low whisper.

Not willing to be completely dominated tonight you replied; “I’ll be better when you start moving.”

And move he did. Pushing your hips ups, your legs over either of his forearms, and thrusts with power. Aiming downward with the specific goal to reach as deep as he possible can. Although physically impossible it felt like that thick cock was in your throat.

Head leaned back, hands sliding up your own chest as if you had never felt your own breasts before. Yeah, the feeling of being fucked into the floor was great, but it was the sounds that really made the scene.

Wet smacking of your hips together again and again. A thick drum beat that your heart matches without meaning to. It’s joined by the singing of Ghost’s moan each time he made himself home in your pussy. His moans are deep in his chest, making an almost growl when gets past his lips and to your ears. Angels and Sirens would never be able to recreate the song Ghost made with your bodies together.

“Yes…” You sigh, sliding your hand down your belly. Just above where Ghost penetrated you. Gently swirling your clit before starting to circle faster and faster.

“Oh, fuck, yes…” You repeat, feeling the warmth start to climb and climb-.

Knock Knock Knock

Maybe, when you were done with these men, they’ll be willing to help you bury Francine. As you were going to kill her for interrupting this moment.

You knew it was her. As the top of her stupid head was poking out your front window, trying to see what was going on inside.

“That bitch,” You mutter, putting a hand on your face out of frustration.

Ghost seemed to be just as annoyed. Only slowing down his thrusts, not completely stopping. Just enough that he can bark an order to his second.

“Mind taking care of that, Sergeant?” Ghost asks, quickly remembering the woman under him. “If you don’t mind.”

“Go ahead, I’m gonna move anyway.” You say, grabbing the back of Ghost’s neck and bringing him down. You taste the fabric of the balaclava, but he got the hint.

“On it,” Soap says, but Ghost was already back to his assignment.

Ghost has you practically bent in half when he pushes your legs up higher. His knees bumping the back of your thighs as he starts an almost brutal pace. Less focused on the sex now, and more on the show he was putting on for the nosy neighbor Soap opened the door for.

“Can I help you, ma’am?” Soap asks when he opens the door in all his shirtless glory.

Francine is speechless on your doorstep. First from the pectorals staring right at her. Then from the downright obscene sounds coming from just beyond. Of course she strained to look beyond the Scottish man to see more. Being rewarded with the jiggling British ass that smacks into you with passion.

“Ma’am?” Rudy adds in from behind Soap, ever one to leave a joke alone.

It’s impossible to say what Francine’s plan was when the door opened. Exclaim ‘aha!’ at your infidelity. Probably thinking that you’d start begging her to not say anything, and that the men would look at you with shame.

With none of that happening Francine didn’t know what to do next. Simply stammering out an “is everything okay?” as if regularly checked in on the neighbors.

At this point your orgasm was growing again. Sliding your fingers around in a rhythm that is less than paced out but moving in just the way you need. The warmth taking over, an exploding star that you weren’t ready for when Ghost whispers for you to; “Make that bitch hear.”

Soap speaks out your almost screaming.

“Don’t worry, we’re taking care of her.” He says, closing the door in Francine’s face.

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I'm so many days behind but here's Tarlos @flufftober day 8: Rainy Day

The power of a muddy dog (AO3)

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“TK, I’m running late, can you take Buttercup out for a walk?” Owen asked, rushing around the house, trying to gather his stuff.

“Why? Just take him with you. I’m supposed to be resting, remember?” TK said, barely looking up from the mindless game he was playing on his phone. “I got shot.”

“You can take him on a quick walk around the block. Just let him do his business and you both can go back to napping on the sofa.”

TK sighed and sat up, trying not to wince at pull on his stitches. Normally he’d jump at the chance to get out of the house and away from his dad’s fussing, but the weather had been foul for days and getting soaked on a walk with the dog sounded even less appealing than being cooped up in the house all day.

“It’s raining.”

“Take an umbrella. Buttercup hates the rain too.” Owen said and patted his pockets to make sure he had everything. “I have a meeting with AFD brass and then I’m going to the station to see how things are going.”

“Sure.”

“Get some fresh air. The both of you.” Owen stressed. “And who knows, maybe you’ll run into that cop you won’t tell me anything about.”

“There’s nothing to tell.” TK protested. “He’s just… this guy I know…”

“That sits by your bedside in hospital after you get shot.”

“He’s just… nice… like that.”

“Uhuh. I saw the way he looked at you. I think it’s more than just being nice.”

“If there’s anything to tell, you’ll be the first to know, ok?” TK rolled his eyes. “Now go or you’ll be late for your meeting and they’ll shut the firehouse down and we’ll have to go back to New York.”

Owen narrowed his eyes at his son.

“Are you saying that would be a bad thing? And you want to stay here in Austin?”

“It would just suck for Paul and Marjan who moved halfway across the country for this job, that’s all.”

“Is it? Isn’t there another reason? Like a certain officer Reyes I think his name is?”

“You’re going to be late for your meeting.” TK reminded him, ducking his head, trying to hide the blush creeping up on his face.

“Yeah alright. Remember to take Buttercup out for a walk before we’ll have to surgically detach you both from that sofa.” Owen said and gave a sort of half wave before rushing out the door.

TK looked at Buttercup who was happily napping at his feet and then glanced out the window before checking his weather app.

“It looks like it’s not as bad now. I guess we should go now.” He told the dog who raised his head at the word go. “Yeah, yeah come on. We’re going. Just let me put on a jacket and find an umbrella maybe.”

Ten minutes later he stepped out the door with Buttercup who was absolutely delighted to go on a walk with him and didn’t care about the rain in the slightest.

“I thought you hated rain too?” he muttered while zipping his jacket up to his chin. The rain had let up for the time being, but the wind still got him. “Isn’t Texas supposed to be warm.”

His mood was starting to sour and he just kept walking with Buttercup, letting him decide where they were going, not really paying much attention to his surroundings.

They met a few other dogs on their walk and TK made small talk with the owners while Buttercup greeted his new friends.

“I usually see an older gentleman with him.” One lady commented and TK bit back a laugh picturing his father’s reaction to being called older.

“That’s my dad. He’s at work now. I have the day off so I get to go for a walk with this guy.” He patted Buttercup’s side.

The woman asked some more questions about Buttercup and well as him and his dad and TK realised he’d met the neighbourhood busybody.

“Well it was nice to meet you ma’am but we should get going so we don’t get stuck in the rain later. Come on Buttercup, let’s go.” He gave the woman a friendly smile as he walked away but rolled his eyes the second his back was turned.

“I guess they have neighbourhood gossip in Texas too.”

He walked through the neighbourhood with Buttercup for a while until he got to a little dog park and decided to take off his leash and let him run around.

“Go, have fun.” TK said when the dog just looked around. “Go play.”

Buttercup looked at him like he was crazy.

“Go sniff something. Go crazy. Play! Come on!” TK patted his thighs to get the dog excited, without much success. “What? Are you tired already? We haven’t walked that long.” He grabbed a nearby stick. “Come on. Do you want a stick? Do you? Come on!”

That got Buttercup a little more excited and he actually chased the stick when TK threw it.

Only he didn’t bring it back and just laid down in a puddle with it to chew on it.

“No, no, no, don’t do that! Bad dog! Dad will have a heart attack if you come home all wet and muddy! I’m not giving you a bath!”

Buttercup wasn’t particularly interested in what TK was saying, or the stick for that matter, but decided rolling around in a puddle of mud was a lot more fun.

TK however was less happy.

“No Buttercup! Bad dog!” He yelled. “Get up! Come here!”

Buttercup got up from his puddle, had a little shake, and flopped back down for a round two.

“No, no, no! Come here! Come we’re going home!” TK tried but Buttercup was enjoying his mud bath too much to pay attention to him. “Do you want to go home? We’ll go eat. Food. Do you want food? Or do you want to go see dad? At the firehouse?”

He knew walking into the firehouse with a wet and muddy dog would probably not win him any popularity contests but he was willing to try anything to get Buttercup out of his puddle.

“Come on, we’ll go see dad. We’ll go see Owen. And Marjan. She’ll give you food.” He patted his hip, wishing he’d had put some of Buttercup’s treats in his pocket. “Come on, we’ll get food. Treats!”

That seemed to finally get Buttercup’s attention.

“Yes! Treats! Come on!”

Buttercup got up from his puddle and happily trotted over to TK, sniffing his pockets when he clipped the leash back onto his collar.

“No, I don’t have them on me, but we’ll get some at home, ok? Home.”

Buttercup gave him a disappointed snort but followed him when he started walking.

Only, TK realised, he didn’t know Austin as well as he thought he did and he had absolutely no idea where he was or how to get back home or the firehouse.

“Thank god for modern technology huh.” He said to Buttercup as he pulled out his phone and opened Google maps. Only Google was no help and all he got was an error message. “Right. Plan B it is then.” He said and looked up an Austin city map.

He found the firehouse but nothing in the area that even remotely looked like the dog park they were currently at. And the map didn’t show the entire city, just the centre. He knew for a fact the house his dad had bought was in one of the suburbs.

“Ok. So that’s no help.” He looked around, trying to remember which way they’d come from. “Let’s just go back that way. We’ll recognise the way when we see it.”

He started walking, looking around for something to show him which way to go.

“I think we came from here… and then if we go left there we should get back to the road near the bus station.” He said to Buttercup who was just sniffing a patch of grass.

After walking a few minutes he felt a drop of rain on his face.

“No… please… no rain.” He muttered and looked up at the sky as if that would make it stop raining.

Thankfully his sense of direction wasn’t a complete lost cause and he did find a bus stop. Even if it wasn’t the station he’d planned to find, it had a map and a little shelter to get out of the rain.

It was starting to rain harder and he and Buttercup ran the final part to the shelter.

He sat down on the bench and took a few minutes to catch his breath before pulling out his phone again and trying Google again. Still without any luck.

He debated calling a taxi and just letting it drop them off at home, but then he noticed the state Buttercup was in, and he figured if Austin taxi drivers were anything like the ones in New York, none of them would take them.

He sighed and pulled up his dad’s contact details, but just as he was about to hit call, a police cruiser pulled over.

He frowned but his heart did a little funny thing when the driver got out and he saw who it was.

“Hey, do you need a lift anywhere?” Carlos asked him. “Buses in Austin aren’t the most reliable.”

“Oh uh I wasn’t really waiting for the bus… I just wanted to get out of the rain.”

“You can do that in my car.”

“Is that even allowed? Aren’t you supposed to arrest bad guys?”

Carlos smiled.

“I think the city of Austin will be alright for a while. There are other cops to arrest the bad guys.” He replied. “And besides, my job is to serve and protect the community. You are a part of that community… so let me provide a service to you and give you a ride.”

“Ok… but I have this guy with me.” TK nodded at Buttercup. “He’s taken a mud bath. He’ll get your car dirty.”

Carlos shrugged.

“I don’t care. I don’t have to clean it myself anyway.”

“Really?”

Carlos hesitated for a moment.

“No. But I can just pay one of my little cousins a few bucks to do it for me.”

TK laughed.

“Alright… if you’re sure…”

“Positive.” Carlos opened the backdoor for Buttercup and the passenger’s side for TK and waited for them to get in before getting back behind the wheel himself.

“Thanks…” TK said, looking at his hands. “We uh… got a little lost.” He admitted. ��Or a lot.”

Carlos gave him a reassuring smile.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”

“It’s fine. I just feel stupid for not paying more attention where I was going. I’m usually pretty good about finding my way. But… New York is easier to navigate than Austin.”

“Is it?”

“Yeah. At least Manhattan is. Where we lived. The whole thing is on a grid and you can just count the streets.”

Carlos nodded.

“I’ve never even really left Austin.” He admitted. “My parents took me on a trip to Branson once when I was little… but I don’t remember much of it.”

“Up until a few months ago I’d never really left New York either. But I don’t recommend moving across the country. It’s the worst.” TK complained. “Though the people I’ve met here are pretty great.” He told Carlos who quickly smiled at him and made his heart do that funny thing again.

“There is a car wash near here with a doggy wash station… if you want to get him cleaned up before you go home.”

“Uh yeah that’s probably a good idea. My dad’s white minimalist interior doesn’t really mix with muddy paws.” He glanced at Buttercup in the backseat. “You’re a menace.”

Carlos laughed and drove them to the doggy wash.

“It’s coin operated but I know the owner. Just wait here, I’ll be right back.”

TK nodded but decided to get Buttercup out of the car while he waited.

“You’re going to be a good boy now alright? Carlos is going through all this trouble for us… and we like Carlos. I like Carlos.” He said, the last part more to himself than the dog.

“Alright, I’ve got a key and we can use the station and all of the supplies.” Carlos said when he returned and TK hoped he hadn’t overheard his conversation with Buttercup.

“How did you manage that?” he asked, trying to get Carlos’ attention away from anything he might have heard.

“Just… told a little white lie. I told the owner I was helping someone who had found a stray dog and that we wanted to get it cleaned up before taking it to a vet to get checked out.”

“Officer, you just lied to a member of the public.” TK teased.

“The owner is a friend of my family, it’s fine” Carlos waved his comment away. “And it’s for a good cause.”

The two men smiled at each other for a moment, letting Carlos’ words hang between them.

“So… uh… how do we get this monster clean?” TK asked him.

“Right. Yeah. Uh… follow me.”

With Carlos’ help he managed to get Buttercup in the doggy wash station and they both laughed at the moody glares the dog was giving them over the edge of the tub.

“This shampoo is nicer than my own.” TK commented, smelling the shampoo before squirting some onto his hands and lathering Buttercup up. “You’re going to smell nicer than me.” He told Buttercup.

“I don’t know, you smell pretty nice to me.” Carlos told him and TK decided the man’s smile was probably going to kill him sooner or later.

“Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself.” He mumbled, suddenly shy.

“After a full work day? I doubt that. But thanks for saying it.”

They got Buttercup shampooed, conditioned, and even blow dried and by the end of it he seemed to actually enjoy the pampering session.

“Don’t get used to it, buddy.” TK told him. “We’re not doing this every week.”

“I don’t know, I could help you out if you wanted to make it a regular thing. Though I probably couldn’t get away with using the same story I just told the owner.”

TK shook his head.

“It’s ok. My dad can wash him at home. Or at the station.”

Disappointment seemed to flicker over Carlos’ face but he quickly hid it.

“Alright, do you want me to drop you off at home now or somewhere else?”

“Yeah… home sounds good. I’d say just drop off somewhere close… but I have no idea where we are and modern technology keeps failing me today.” TK said, patting the pocket that held his phone.

They loaded Buttercup back up in the car, after Carlos had put down a few towels for him on the backseat so he wouldn’t dirty himself up again, and drove to TK and Owen’s house.

It turned out to only be a short drive and TK and Buttercup hadn’t wandered off too far from home.

“Thanks… for everything.” TK said after Carlos had dropped them off and he’d released Buttercup into the house. “Do you want to come in?”

“I can’t… I’m still on the clock and I don’t finish until nine.” Carlos said apologetically. “But… I have a few days off starting Monday… maybe we could get together then? Grab a bite to eat? I could cook or we could go out somewhere.” He was starting to ramble and TK smiled and put a hand on his cheek.

“You’re sweet.” He said and kissed him.

“Is that a you’re sweet but no thanks or…”

“It’s a you’re sweet and I’d like that a lot. How about Tuesday?”

Carlos beamed.

“Tuesday sounds great. Around 8? My place?” he asked and TK nodded.

“Sounds good. I’ll be there.” he replied and kissed him again. Because he wanted to. And because he could. “Though maybe I should come pick you up. Just to make sure you won’t get lost again.”

#911 lone star #tarlos #tarlos fic #flufftober2023 #tk strand #carlos reyes #my writing

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mayflora-18 · 2 months

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Fact Drop #2

Sherlock has black-brown hair. When she was in school she had bowl cut bangs and thinner eyes so she was made fun of for being Asian-American (even though she isn’t really Asian-American)

Yellow lab energy

5’3.75”

Wears wireframe aviator glasses when doing paperwork; has a black and silver pair

Favorite toy: grizzly bear plush

Normally prefers violence as a last resort; “Ask first, shoot later” kinda girl but will fight if 💩 goes south

Nik usually keeps her out of the field if he can. If he can’t however then she HAS to either be with him or communicate with him on a regular basis

Incorrect quote #3

Graves: Who’s that?

Nikolai: Her? That’s Sherlock, our resident background investigator.

Graves: Cool, she’s mine now.

Nikolai: The fuck she is!

Graves, hoisting a very confused Sherlock over his shoulder: Try and stop me!

Sherlock, knowing Graves can’t be trusted but he’s got her in a fireman’s carry: Unhand me-

Grizzly bear plush (named Logan) was given to her by Nik as a “signing bonus”. Has another bat plush named Morty that she’s had since childhood and doesn’t leave her desk

Will offer Morty to whoever needs something to hug

Doesn’t receive as much bullying as she thought she would; either because of Nik’s almost constant presence giving her scary dog privileges or because of the slap incident

Has various handmade soft blankets/pillows/plushies

One of the few people that wasn’t afraid of Ghost when she first met him because she loves skulls

She wins him over with jokes

Nikolai’s niece through his little sister “Louisiana”

Has trust issues because of mentor in Army

She has unusually high ESP. Price tested it once by calling her a busybody in his head, and she asks him, “Is that a nice thing to say?”

Lucky to get > 4 four hours of sleep due to insomnia

Reads books to fall asleep

Is a night owl and requires a full pot of coffee to fully wake up and go about her day

Counters everything Nik is (Cory Matthews x Shawn Hunter vibes)

Sherlock is that person that will do parkour to get things off the top shelf and ultimately scare the 💩 out of the taller military men

She’s also the person that will pick you up and carry you away if you’re annoying her or there’s danger

Is less a background investigator and more of Nik’s assistant

Incorrect quote #4

*Nik and Price are having an argument over something ridiculous*

Gaz: Should we do something?

Sherlock: I’m already smoking and laughing. What more do you want?

Tries to avoid operating on the field whenever possible

Visits family when on leave (if she has leave)

Breakfast food and dirty chais are the way to her heart

Sherlock is a believer of what she calls Lightman’s Law: “Every Homo sapien can and should be trusted to lie.” As a result it is very rare for her to approach anyone unfamiliar for the first time with any hostility or distrust

König wants to be friends with Sherlock but doesn’t really know how to approach her. He’s seen her interact with the field operators in Chimera and TF141 and really wants her to be his “mom friend”

Incorrect quote #5:

Random soldier: *talking down to König for some stupid reason*

König: *stopped trying to appease them a while ago and is now hanging his head*

Sherlock: *walking by and sees this* Hey! Are we on a coffee break?

*Random soldier and König both turn to look at her and see that she is irritated by what she sees*

Random soldier, dumbly: I-I don’t drink coffee-

Sherlock: Well then I guess the break is over. Get back to work, thank you!

Random soldier: *bolts out of there, embarrassed*

König:

Sherlock: You’ll get there, sweetie, you just gotta put a little zing into it. *walks away*

König, thinking: I can’t believe I just talked to a woman!

(He didn’t talk at all.)

Makes blankets that are soft enough to tranquilize upon drapery

Avoids conflict but will fight/kill when provoked (hit on, friends in fight, loved ones at gunpoint)

Exercise = morning walk + yoga + powerlift

Can carry grown men like toddlers

Abby Sciuto + Spencer Reid love child energy (ft. Penelope Garcia and Radar) at work

Nik & Sherlock = Grunkle Stan & Mabel Pines energy

High tolerance for extreme temperatures/pain/painkillers/alcohol

Her dad loves her. He just doesn’t know how to cater to her happiness and mental well-being

Loves Halloween so she can jumpscare Rick (her second eldest brother)

Is capable of shovel talk

#call of duty #call of duty oc #cod nikolai #phillip graves #chimera sherlock #cod sherlock #simon ghost riley #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #könig

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purefandomonium · 9 months

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The Stubborn Player

Aaaaand I went and made another alternate version of Glitchy Red because why not? This isn't gonna end up like Connection, but I do have a few parts written so far. Ideally, I think it'll only be maybe 5-8 chapters long. This one will take more of a supernatural spin on it, and I wrote it using second-person POV, something I almost never do but have been meaning to work on. So yeah, this is just a little experiment. The file name is literally "stubborn player" because I haven't even come up with a title. It's also not meant to be taken too seriously. Honestly it's more of a gag because I got bored and needed to take a break from Connection, although I'm finally recovered from my injury enough that I can type again so I'll be posting more chapters at some point soon.

Red in this version is more sinister than usual (because that seems to be the easiest way for me to write him) and like some headcanons I posted a while ago, he thoroughly enjoys tormenting players. Keep an eye out for another headcanon list for this version because he is a bit different from the last alternate one I came up with. I'll probably post it this weekend, or the next if I don't get the time.

Can you tell I have a hyperfixation?

Writing below the cut.

What appear to be simple glitches in a barely-running game soon reveal themselves to be much more than that. The game, or rather, the main character of the game, is sentient. Sapient, even. Despite the murkiness surrounding his existence, one thing is very clear:

RED does not appreciate being treated like a puppet.

“This isn’t real,” you mumble in disbelief as the game refuses to turn off. You spend several seconds flipping the switch on and off to no avail. You’re rewarded with a firm ‘NO’ for your troubles.

Fine. Bastard can’t do anything if he’s not booted into a console, right?

Much to your dismay, the cart can’t—won’t—let you remove it. RED’s sprite remains in the overworld, smugness leaking through the pixels.

You’re not getting rid of me that easily, the text box reads.

You aren’t one to turn down a challenge. You go find the hammer.

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Two hours. Two hours, multiple household tools, three knives, your car and a firearm later leave you with a totally undamaged—albeit irritated—Game Boy with Pokemon Red loaded into it.

The only thing that receives any damage is your neighborhood reputation when a few busybodies spot you in your yard, taking angry potshots at a children’s toy.

So you sit on your bed having a one-sided stare-down with said toy as you debate what to do next.

What’s wrong? If you’re so desperate to be rid of me, why not give me away to some other asshole?

“Because that’d be such a waste of three weeks and twenty dollars,” you reply, arms crossed. “And that’s not even taking into account the surprise shipping fee.”

You have sharp eyes, RED states suddenly.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

You’re not like the others.

You aren’t afraid of me. You’re stubborn.

You look like you’ll be fun to break.

Only then do you fully register the comment about your eyes and wonder how the hell he can see you.

The only logical thing to do is flip him off.

Weeks went by with you trying—and failing—to destroy the game. It’s become a strange obsession, you being so determined to wipe the smug bastard’s hard drive. When you run out of ideas you decided to chuck him into the basement closet. He can sit there and rot in all his stubborn glory. You could pawn him off to some more sensible sucker, but really, it’s all about getting the last laugh.

You don’t find it so funny when you awaken the next morning to find him leaning over you, face right in yours.

Out of reflex you swing. It phases right through him and his evil smirk. Wasting no time in scrambling out of bed and backing into the opposite wall, you glare at him.

“The hell?”

“Did you really think I’d let you forget about me? I’ve had enough of that to last several lifetimes…”

His voice is tinny and unnatural, clipping in and out and pushed beneath a layer of static. It’s fitting for something as broken as he is.

A stray book is the first thing your hand finds and you throw it at RED in a futile effort to make him leave. As expected, it passes right through him, the intricacies of his face briefly fizzling into static before reverting back to his bemused expression.

He begins taking deliberate steps towards you, reveling in how you have nowhere to run. You meet his ruby eyes head on, sending a cold glare in response. As fucked up as this all is, you aren’t about to let some bit-crushed fuck get the better of you. Not without a fight, at least.

There is no more space between you. You watch RED closely, waiting for him to make a move so you can counter.

His left arm twitches.

RED grips your wrist so tightly you yelp. So much for trying to slip by. He keeps you in place as his left arm reaches into his jacket.

Despite the situation, your only thought is how unfair it is that he can touch you but not the other way around. You’d give a kidney to be able to deck him right now.

RED pulls out an item—the Game Boy you’d attempted to hide in the depths of the basement—and forces it into the hand he’s got a firm hold on.

“You forgot something,” he says, eyes alight with some strange emotion.

“You keep it,” you say as you try to free yourself. His touch is sending uncomfortable sensations along your wrist and arm, like his hand is comprised of small, electrified feathers. You hiss as he moves to grip your hand over the Game Boy, feeling leaving your fingers.

“I want you to keep it. It’s yours, after all.”

He backs away finally and you let out a curse as you cradle your sure-to-be-bruised arm.

“How about a game?” He watches your ever-sharp gaze attempt to pierce him again and laughs. You’re a fun one indeed.

“What the hell do you know about games, asshole? You can’t even play yours.” Damn your arm hurts. What did he do?

RED’s blithe façade falters for half a second, visage twisting into raw anger before he reigns it in. You are the most interesting player he’s ever had. He wants to have some fun with you, and he can’t do that if he slaughters you or drives you mad like the rest. He wants something different this time around.

How long can you possibly last against his unnatural torment before you either fall like the others or pass him along to his next victim?

RED laughs, the sound bouncing off the walls in weird ways as his form flickers and shifts.

You watch him all the while, trying to gauge what he’s thinking.

“Let’s see how long you hold up. You aren’t the first person I’ve tormented, but you’re the most fearless I’ve ever seen. Most people run screaming from me. But you…”

You suppress a shudder as his eyes flash brighter for a second. You’re finally realizing you’re dealing with something far more dangerous than a cursed video game. He’s watching you like you’re his prey. Despite this, you hold back a smirk.

You have the advantage of RED not realizing you’re more than the average ‘player.’

“You seem to think you stand a chance against me. So I’ll give you one. Either you succumb to madness or I somehow get fed up with you enough to leave myself. What do you think? Sound fun?”

You finally allow the smirk to show. “You’re on, Glitchy.”

#glitchy red #my writing #writers on tumblr #fic

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Cool for the Summer (3/3)

I was SO EXCITED to write part three of Cool for the Summer, which was started by @aldbooks and @vikingmagic33! Emorie is a new pairing for me, so thanks to both of you for giving me such fun material to work with <3 And thank you to @azrielshadowssing for organizing the event!

You can find chapter three under the readmore, and the first two chapters are here on AO3.

Feyre: Hey Nesta? You up?

Nesta: Unfortunately.

Feyre: Cassian says he's sorry for running off, fwiw

Nesta: It's fine. It sounded like an emergency. Is Morrigan alright?

Feyre: Having a really bad night, but she'll be okay. Right now she's too drunk to be making a ton of sense, so do you have any idea what happened with her and your friend?

Nesta: With Emerie?????

Feyre: Well, Mor's mostly upset because something about being in a bikini that showed off her scar for the first time triggered her, but she did also say that totally blowing it with a pretty girl was the cherry on top so………yeah

Nesta: We were at WORK, she better not have made Emerie uncomfortable.

Feyre: She wouldn't, but could you maybe talk to her?

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Nesta: so idk what happened with you and Mor but

Nesta: wantmetokillthem.gif

Emerie: what? No?

Nesta: word on the street is that you rejected her

Emerie: i just didn't let her kiss me because she was drunk. that would have been stupid.

Nesta: ………so you're saying you would have kissed her if she weren't drunk?

Emerie: i would have done a hell of a lot more than just kissed her

Nesta: Duly noted.

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Nesta: Emerie wants Mor so bad it hurts

Feyre: *exploding heart gif*

Nesta: but I think she's going to be too much of a gentlewoman about it

Feyre: Mor certainly isn't going to try and make a move now

Nesta: lucky for them i want my friends to be happy and have the world's biggest busybody for a little sister

Feyre: *eyes emoji*

Feyre: Nesta, are we ~scheming~

Nesta: yes, but ew don't put it like that, you sound too much like rhysand

Elain: i love you two but go to bed <3

Elain: But let me know if you need any help with the scheming! >:)

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Perhaps Emerie should have suspected something when Nesta invited her to a party at the Archerons'. Nesta didn't speak about her sisters much, but even Emerie knew that Elain was the party planner of the trio. And considering how hesitant Nesta had been to introduce Gwyn and Emerie to Feyre and Elain, it was awfully strange that they were hosting a get-together with everyone there.

And "everyone" included Mor.

Emerie didn't even consider making an excuse not to go. There were enough people invited that she could probably avoid Mor all night, and if not, then a little awkwardness was nothing she couldn't handle. Nesta and Gwyn would be there, and there was nothing that could faze her with them around.

But still, as she parked her truck on the Archerons' street, Emerie couldn't help but wonder if any of the other cars already there were Mor's. Not that it should matter.

As soon as Emerie walked through the front door, Feyre disentangled herself from Rhysand and bounded up to her. "Emerie!" she said. "Glad you could make it. We were getting worried you wouldn't come."

If Emerie didn't already suspect something, now she did. She barely knew Feyre—there was no reason Nesta's little sister should be so pleased to see her. And she'd been late, but not that late.

"It's good to see you, too," Emerie said, not sure what else to say. She scanned the living room and tried not to look too obviously relieved at the sight of Gwyn and Nesta coming in from the kitchen.

"Em, let's grab you a beer," Nesta said, herding her towards the basement. Beer was beer, so Emerie let her, the living room door closing behind them just as she heard Feyre calling Mor's name.

So Mor was here, then.

Before Emerie could say anything, Nesta smirked and added, "You know, my offer to dropkick Mor for you still stands. Just ask."

Emerie laughed and said, "There's no hard feelings, I promise. If you want to dropkick anyone on my behalf, there's always my family."

"Good," Nesta said, her blue eyes going icy. There was nothing else she needed to say—Em knew that her friend was thinking and Mor had better make sure it stays that way. Emerie couldn't blame her; she was just as protective of her own friends—Cassian would be getting the "break her heart and I break your face" speech by the end of the night. And if Gwyn was here, she might already have beaten Emerie to it.

Nesta opened the cooler on the basement floor, and gestured for Emerie to pick what she wanted. There was the sound of footsteps on the stairs behind them, and just as Em turned at the sound, Nesta dashed up the steps at the speed of light. The basement went dark. The door closed.

Emerie swore to herself and felt for a light switch. Before she could find it, there were several thuds and a warm body knocked into her.

By some miracle, Emerie managed to catch whoever it was before they face-planted onto the concrete floor at the bottom of the steps. They were on the smaller side, so definitely not Cassian or any of his friends from the swim team. Probably a woman.

"Are you alright?" Emerie said as whoever it was stepped out of her arms.

"Yes, thanks to you. Oh my god, I am so sorry," Mor said.

So this must have been whatever Nesta and Feyre were planning. Emerie would kill them. She just had to find a light switch first.

"Please don't tell me someone pushed you."

"No, Feyre just said 'after you,' then Nesta ran up past me and closed the door and…" Mor trailed off, swore under her breath, then added, "And they are not nearly as clever as they think they are."

Despite her irritation, Emerie found herself laughing as she brushed the wall with her hand. She found the switch and flipped the lights on. Before running back up the steps, she couldn't help but rake her gaze over Mor, telling herself that she just wanted to be sure Mor was uninjured.

But if Emerie was being honest, it was also because Mor looked amazing in the red sundress she was wearing, even if it was a little much for a casual get-together with friends. Red was definitely her color, and the short length and cutouts on either side of waist showed off plenty of sun-kissed skin.

Before the staring turned creepy, Emerie tore her eyes away from Mor and hurried back up the steps. She tried the door and found it locked.

"We'll unlock it in ten. You two figure your shit out," Nesta called from the other side.

Emerie turned back to Mor, who was still standing at the bottom of the stairs, looking like she wanted to be absolutely anywhere else.

At least that made two of them.

Mor shook her head and said, "Goddamn Archerons." As she sank down onto the lowest step, Emerie didn't think she could agree more. Mor leaned back against the wall and sighed, crossing her arms against her chest. "Well, while we're here, I owe you an apology."

"For what?" Emerie said.

"Trying to kiss you while you were on the clock. I promise, it's really not like me to get sloppy drunk like that. I just…I had a really hard day, not that it excuses anything."

Mor's brown eyes had gone sad again, and at the sight of it, Emerie had absolutely no idea how to say that if the circumstances had been just a little bit different, a kiss would have been the perfect end to a long day of staring at Mor in a bikini.

"You didn't bother me at all. Really. I'm just relieved you got home safe."

At that, the tension seemed to melt away from Mor's body. "I'm really, really glad you don't hate me."

"You seem like a pretty difficult person to hate."

Mor blushed, the color picking up the red shade of her dress. The effect was just so pretty, and if Emerie didn't already know she was a goner, now she would have.

"And you seem like you're always there at just the right time. Making sure I made it back to Rhys when I was drunk, catching me when I fell…"

That flirtatious tone she'd used at the pool was back. Emerie knew an opening when she saw one and willed herself to stay cool. She shrugged in a way she hoped was nonchalant. "The lifeguard job seemed like a natural fit when I'm already so good at saving damsels in distress."

Mor crossed the space between them, sitting down next to Emerie on the bottom step. This close together, Emerie was suddenly all-too-aware of every place their sides and legs were touching and the floral smell of Mor's shampoo.

"Sounds like I should stick right by you in case I need saving again."

Emerie slid an arm around Mor, fingertips brushing the bare skin near her waist. When Mor leaned into the touch, Em nearly purred with satisfaction.

"If you do, you won't see me complaining."

Mor leaned in and kissed Emerie softly, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Before the kiss had a chance to deepen, Mor pulled back, an obvious question on her face. Emerie didn't bother to answer with words, just cupped Mor's cheek with her free hand and drew her in for another kiss.

It was all the encouragement Mor needed to let her hands roam a bit. The brush of Mor's fingertips up Emerie's side before they tangled in her hair made Emerie really, really wish they were doing this somewhere that wouldn't risk smacking someone's head into a stair or a railing if they moved the wrong way.

Because damn—Emerie prided herself on being a good kisser, but the sweep of Mor's tongue in her mouth was something else. Maybe if they made their excuses and left the party for somewhere more private, she could see what else that tongue could do…

The sound of the door opening made them jump apart. Emerie sure as hell wasn't ashamed, but her cheeks heated all the same. Something about being walked in on with a girl in the basement during a house party made her feel like a teenager sneaking around.

She turned to find all three Archeron sisters standing at the top of the stairs. Their identical pleased expressions couldn't make it more obvious that the three of them were related. And because she refused to be left out, Gwyn was peeking over Nesta's shoulder.

"Should I take this to mean you figured your shit out?" Nesta said coolly.

Mor jumped to her feet and tossed her hair, looking completely unbothered. She held out a hand. Emerie took it and stood up, but when she was back on her feet, Mor didn't drop it.

"We did," Mor said, breezy and confident as she gave Emerie's hand a squeeze. She glanced over at Emerie and smiled. "That day at the pool might have been a hard day, but I don't let the hard days win."

#acotar writing circle #acotarwritingcircle #emorie #emerie of illyria #mor acotar

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Trembling Fawn; Part 3

Thought I would give a part 3 to Trembling fawn while you guys wait on the blood duel story. Ps. I need name ideas for it. Once again the photo is one of my own from my photography business!

“Dusk and Shadows”.

“Save me Kingslayer”.

“Take me to a place of Dusk and Shadows”.

Elain shot out of bed, panting, and pale. The winds from her open window, whispering to her of forgotten promises made long before her time.

Next to her, the shadowsinger stirred as well, as if sensed her uneasiness but exhaustion coaxed him farther into sleep.

She thanked the goddess for that. Last thing he needed was to worry about her.

It had been almost a year since everything had happened. A year since she had a single vision.. Until tonight. Like the cauldron decided it was punishing her not taking the mate it had generously given her.

She slid out of bed, careful for the bed not to dip and wake, Mother above he needed sleep. Rhysand had been working him relentlessly lately. The Highlord and sensed something coming just as much as elain had back in the garden, when she had confessed her love for him.

She leaned her head against the cold glass and sighed. She wasn't going to lie and say she didn't miss having visions, but her life was definitely easier without them.

They still had no idea why Azriel had been able to walk in her visions with her, and no idea why she could do the same with the shadows. Azriel had his theories but he never could find enough proof to back it up. Shadowsingers were rare, Seer’s even more so. The couple had been working with the priestess and Helion both on any information they could find. It also happened to create opportunities that helped Elain with her spy training.

“You should come back to bed Kingslayer” Azriels voice, soft as velvet night, rang in her ears.

“How long have you been up?” elain turned away from her window and faced her mate. He was leaned up against the headboard, watching her with such worry it made her heart hurt.

“Longer than you have.”

“Nothing gets past you, does it?” she let out a small laugh, shaking her head.

“No…But I knew you wanted to be alone. To think.”

She walked over to him taking his hand in hers as he pulled her gently down on his lap.

“You had a vision” the raspiness of his voice sent shivers down her spine.

Elain nodded.

“It’s been almost a year since your last one”. She knew Azriel had been beyond worried. She couldn't bring herself to say anything so she just intertwined her fingers with his own, caressing the scars on his hands gently before bringing his hand to her mouth and giving him a small kiss.

She could feel her husband's gaze on her, heated and all knowing.

She smiled into the kiss.

The shadowsinger hissed. “If you're trying to change the subject you're doing a damn good job, my love”.

She met his gaze “Am I? I hadn’t noticed”

“Don’t play Innocent..as much as i adore it, we both know..”

Elain cut him off, her lips crashing into his naturally pouty lips. Azriel moaned in her mouth. His hands tangled in her hair and made their way down her back, pulling her closer to him.

She gasped as he deepened the kiss, letting her cold fingers trace small circles on his abs. Az was naturally warm, she loved it, but he loved it even more, the sensation of her cold skin on him, for some reason it drove him crazy.

“If you don’t stop Lainy..” his voice as barley a whisper

“Stop what? Shadowsinger? '' she let her finger trace his underlip and smirked. “ Are you going to torture me?”

“You Cruel, wicked, creature” He groaned.

Azriel flipped them over and began attacking her neck in love bites and kisses. His hands slowly made their way up her thigh. His shadows began to wrap themselves around the two of them and Az hissed in annoyance.

“Busybodys”.

However he did not tell them to leave. Elain was under the impression that he might actually secretly enjoy the shadows playing along with them and Elain couldn’t help but giggle in delight at the thought. She certainly didn't have any objections to it.

“Not feeling wicked anymore my dear..”

Elain hummed, twirling one of Az’s curls between her fingers

“Your giggling says otherwise” he murmured into her neck continuing his attack on the skin between her ear and collar bone, his fingers sliding in out of the skin between her thighs.

“I’m always in the mood to be wicked with you” she let out a soft plea, her skin turning feverish. “I’m…I’m just delirously happy…you make me happy” she pushed the hair out of his beautiful gold eyes and kissed the side of his face.

That's all it took, Azriel claimed her, over and over again. Whispering promises in her ear of their future, of their family. Sliding in and out till neither one could walk, much more move.

Exhaustion eventually took over and the shadowsinger passed out, but not before promising elain that they would talk in the morning over breakfast …and the punishment that would follow for distracting him.

Elain watched him as he slept, his even breath. She liked this side of him, rare as it was to see him at peace. It had taken him a few months to relax with her.

“Dusk and Shadows” Azriel mumbled.

“Dusk and Shadows?” Elain Repeated, instinctively placing her hand on her flat stomach.

She frowned. Whispering the words again.

She felt it before it happened.

A heart beat

A baby’s cry

A phoenix and a fox

Laughter.

truthteller

Bloodied White wings wrapped in Shadows

Light

A war

Death and Rebirth

A unknown court

Elain gasped. She turned quickly and looked at Azriel’s sleeping form. She would deal with it in the morning. It could wait. To hell with Rhy’s! Azriel needed sleep.

She couldn't help but smile even after what she had just seen. She snuggled closer to her husband. Her hand remaining on her stomach.

They would deal with this together.

Her eyes began to flutter “Dusk and Shadows” she whispered.

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Ficlet: Snow Kisses

James/Lily ficlet written for @yearoftheotpevent January Prompt - Snow - 1009 words

Also available on ao3.

Lily always loved the first snowfall of the year. There was something magical about the soft fat flakes, the way they glided through the air, blanketing an otherwise grey and drab landscape in white. It was a feeling that followed her throughout childhood, even after she received a frankly astounding letter from an owl and was whisked away to a magical school because she was actually a witch herself.

This, however, was not the first snow. This was the third or the fourth since they arrived at the cottage. The previous snowfalls had melted and refrozen just enough to make walking to the end of their garden an exercise in agility. If she wasn’t slipping on ice, Lily was sliding on dingy, grey slush. The wind kept finding the gaps between her scarf and her coat, blowing icy-sharp air against the bare patches of skin.

Frankly, Lily was sick of it.

“Again?” James asked once he finally got out of bed and put on his glasses. Lily handed him a mug of tea, knowing he would need the fortitude against the weather.

“Again,” she confirmed.

“And you’re sure we can’t just, say, magic the snow away?” James asked. He tried to make his voice sound hopeful, but he already knew the answer.

“We’re in a Muggle neighbourhood, James,” Lily chided. “You know we can’t use magic.”

“You keep insisting, but you weren’t out there yesterday. Young Young up the street sprinkled some potion or another on his pavement and the ice just up and disappeared. Why can’t we do that?”

Lily wasn’t sure how they’d managed to pick up all the neighbourhood nicknames despite only being there a week—and part of her wondered what the busybody next door called them when she had her regular gabfest with whoever she could properly corner—but she couldn’t deny calling the old pensioner “Young” Young was exactly the type of humour James enjoyed.

“It’s not magic, James,” she said. “It’s salt. It’s science.”

“Oh, he just sprinkles some ‘salt’ on his pavement, waves his ‘shovel’ over it and mutters under his ‘breath’ and that’s not magic at all. This is all a setup. Admit it, Lil. Just give me some Novice No-Ice Powder. Don’t worry, I know how to keep the Muggles from being suspicious. I’ll just proclaim quite loudly that, ‘I’m salting the garden. Yum, yum, it’s going to taste so good come spring with no snow to block the seasoning!’ If I hold my wand in the same hand as the shovel, no one will be the wiser.”

Lily laughed, which also didn’t do much to stopper his suspicion.

“Come on,” she said. “You best get shovelling before even more falls. I’ll keep the tea warm and start on breakfast.”

James peered through the window again, face riddled with misgivings. “Are you sure you don’t want to take a turn with the snow?”

“Are you sure you don’t want to eat food fit for a human? Last time you cooked we had raw rashers on burnt toast. Not a meal I particularly want to repeat.”

James made a face but didn’t argue. That meal had been atrocious, after all. He sighed heavily and started to pull on his heavy coat and boots.

Lily waited until the front door closed before she smirked. Then she went to the kitchen to start on breakfast because she wasn’t completely merciless. It was miserable out and they would both need the fortitude if they were on reconnaissance this afternoon.

James made it up to her when he came back in half an hour later, casting a charm on his feet so his footsteps were inaudible while he snuck up behind her. His fingers were pure ice on the back of her neck. Lily squealed. He swung her around and pressed in a kiss before she could fight back.

“Your lips are cold,” Lily said as soon as they drew back for a breath.

“And yours are warm,” James answered. He pressed his nose against hers. It was cold, too.

“Oh, and it’s my job to warm yours up?” Lily asked, but even before he could beg, she jumped into her wifely duties, keeping up the kisses until he was warmed thoroughly.

They broke apart at last when James’ stomach grumbled audibly. Lily laughed, but James defended himself.

“It was hard work, all right? Muggles really ought to invent a self-shovelling shovel sooner rather than later!”

“I’ll tell the Muggles to get right on that,” Lily promised. “But let’s eat before it all gets cold.”

The food had been sitting too long, but even James knew the spells to reheat it. Besides, warming James up had been a lot more important. Once the last toast soldier had been dipped in egg and all the crumbs large enough to be eaten already having made it into their mouths, they stayed seated at the breakfast table. The day already felt long and they hadn’t even started on work.

James sighed the sigh of a man who knew that as soon as the dishes were cleared, he would have to go brave the elements again. “The next time Dumbledore finds us a remote cottage for an undercover mission, can we request somewhere further south? Majora, maybe? Or Malta?”

Lily closed her eyes, cupping her hands around the tea and letting that warmth seep through her. She imagined it was the sun, beaming down on her. She imagined a beach, sand between her toes, the sound of waves lapping against the shore.

She opened her eyes again. She’d scrubbed the kitchen clean when they first moved in, but her eyes fell on a spiderweb that had been missed. Her back was to the stove and there was a marked difference in temperature before her and behind her, but the lingering heat from cooking breakfast was dissipating quickly. Frost had crept up half the kitchen window and there was snow as far as the eye could see outside.

“At this rate, I’m ready to bribe some Death Eaters myself.”

#jily #fandom: harry potter #myfic

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