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oneforthemunny · 1 year

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the modern!eddie blurb. contains: drug use, language, mature themes, 18+

eddie sat on the leather couch of steve harrington's mcmansion, bass booming from the bluetooth speakers, blunt hanging loosely out of his mouth. his eyes were half lidded, drooping with every inhale of the weed, inked fingers wrapping around the rolled blunt, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke in front of him.

eddie had been selling in hawkins since he was fifteen. since rick approached him in the park, and offered to help him make some money of his own, selling to some high school kids. he'd get in a lot less trouble if he got caught than rick, plus with the cut he was getting he couldn't turn it down. plus, it was easy. eddie would post a snapchat, a bag of weed and some rolled joints, and his phone would blow up, everyone begging to buy some from him. he'd always charge the rich assholes, like jason carver, more and they were too stupid to know they were being ripped off. most high schoolers were, honestly. he used to overcharge steve too until they became friends, then he sold it to him at regular price, telling him he gave him a 'discount' and steve thought he was the greatest.

eddie had stuck around high school, purposely flunking twice his senior year to keep up his clientele. eddie genuinely believed dab pens were the greatest invention on earth since pornhub. he sold carts left and right, all over hawkins and beyond, making enough money to set him up and keep him rolling steady. once rick started dealing in with some heavier shit, eddie's bank account just kept climbing, venmo balance always full.

that's why he was here tonight. surrounded by a bunch of his 'friends' and people he didn't know or care about. they wanted drugs, and that he had. weed, molly, oxy, adderall- whatever, he had it.

he felt the couch move, a figure moving out of the corner of his eye. he turned his head slowly, exhaling his blunt, eyes trained in a daze on her. he didn't know her, had never seen her before- which was weird for hawkins. she was pouting, nose scrunched in displeasure, furiously typing on her phone, acrylics clacking against the dim screen.

"hey," eddie called. she ignored him. he groaned slowly, scooting down the couch, towards the opposite end where she sat. "hey." he repeated.

"what?" she snapped, eyes narrowed and furious with irritation.

eddie grinned, lazy. "what's the matter, huh?" he asked, throwing his hands out. "you look upset. are you upset?"

she scoffed, rolling her eyes. "do I know you?"

eddie let his eyes roll over her frame, slowly, taking in her features. her little black dress that rode up her thighs. he shook his head, curls bouncing. "nah, I don't think so. do I know you?"

she snarled, looking back down at her phone. eddie smirked. she was mean. god, he loved it. "you're not from here, are you?" he asked.

"obviously not." she huffed, not looking up from her phone.

"where you from?" eddie asked, inhaling his blunt slowly. he offered it to her.

she blinked up at him, unimpressed. "not from here." she scoffed, looking around.

eddie grinned. "yeah, I can tell." he muttered slowly. "you don't look like you're from here." she ignored him. "but you look familiar. like I've seen you before."

she rolled her eyes. "look, I'm just trying to find my friend, alright?" she huffed, looking around. "she's giving me a ride home."

"who's your friend?" eddie asked, inching closer and closer.

she eyed him carefully. "shina." she snapped.

eddie grinned. "I know shina." he smirked. "I know shina real well. went to high school with her."

"yeah, so did everyone else here apparently." she scoffed. "god, is this all you guys do? just hang out with the same people all the time?"

eddie shook his head slowly. "nah. not always. I'm hanging out with you tonight. you're new."

her lips twitched, pressing them together in a tight line. "we are not hanging out."

eddie held his hands out. "I think we are." he grinned.

she snuffed, turning away with a little huff but she didn't get up, din't walk away. eddie grinned, he knew he had a chance. chad walked up before he could continue, wad of bills extended towards him, begging for a cart.

"this is a good strand?" chad asked, slurring slightly.

eddie nodded slow. cool. "yeah. fresh one. new from out in oregon. gotta lot of good feedback. shit's strong tho. cost a little extra tho."

chad shook his head, fisting out more bills. "that's fine. I-I just need something. thanks." he grabbed the pin, hurrying away as eddie pocketed the bills, sliding them in easily into his pocket.

he could feel her eyes on him, trying not to make it obvious that she was watching him. he turned back to her, small grin on his face. she looked over at him, meeting his eyes for the first time of the night. "so you're the drug dealer around here, huh?"

eddie shrugged. "gotta make a livin' somehow baby. only fans wasn't cutting it, had to go to this."

she snorted, a small smile pulling on the edge of her lips. "I'd say so." she bit, but her eyes trailed down his physique, grazing a bit longer than she should.

eddie bit back a smirk, arms spreading on the back of the couch, hand near her shoulder. "so what do you do, huh?" he asked sweetly. "what brings you here?"

she rolled her eyes heavy, grunting. "I work at the mac store in starcourt." she grumbled.

eddie's brows lifted slowly. "the makeup store?" he asked. she nodded. "that's cool. went in there once to get eyeliner."

she lifted a brow, curious and eddie felt himself blush. "I-I mean not that I wear makeup all the time, obviously." her brow lifted even further, accusation. eddie grimaced, straightening his posture. "wait, not that there's anything wrong with guys that do. I- fuck, I'm in a bad and I needed it for my band."

"a band, huh?" she asked, tongue rolling on the inside of her cheek. "eyeliner wearing drug dealer in a... my chemical romance cover band?"

eddie laughed loudly, head tipping back onto the couch. he could see her grin through his lidded eyes, trying to bite back her own smile to keep up her tough, mean appearance.

"shit, that's funny. you're funny." eddie pointed at her playfully with a lopsided smile. "nah, it's called corroded coffin. we play like every once in a while for shits and gigs, honestly. nothing serious just for fun, but... we are on soundcloud so." he shrugged playfully.

she sputtered out a laugh, mean girlish and nasally. he'd gladly be the butt of the joke if it meant she'd stay talking to him. that's why he loved the mean girls, because once you got them laughing they were always so sweet.

"oh god, not soundcloud." she cringed.

eddie smirked, tongue rolling in his mouth. "so, you're a makeup person?" he asked, she nodded. "I can tell. your face looks real pretty." he bit back a smile when she blushed, pretending to look at someone behind her to hide it. "your eyeliner looks a hell of a lot better than mine. I watched a million fucking videos on youtube, and I don't know how they do it. I always stab myself in the eye or my eyes water the whole time after." he was talking exaggeratedly, bubbly and funny in a way that had her smiling, reluctant and a little guarded but genuine.

she was relaxing a little more, moving closer so he could hear her better. "you gotta pinch your nose and sniff." she said simply, tilting her head to the side. "stops the eyes from running."

eddie's brows furrowed, plugging his nose with his fingers. "like this?" he asked, voice nasally and a little high pitched from pinching his airway shut.

she laughed, shaking her head. eddie grinned, dropping his hand. "no, dumbass, you have to... here," she took her manicured nails, reaching over and pinching the bridge of his nose, right on the bone, she squeezed lightly as eddie didn't take his eyes off her, trained on her concentrated gaze. "then you sniff." she said, applying a little bit of pressure.

eddie sniffed hard, making her laugh. "wow, you really are a pro." he grinned. his face was close to her, her full lips nearly touching his.

she shrugged, eyes darting from his lips back to his eyes. "I guess."

eddie could feel his phone buzzing in his pocket, knowing it was probably max asking him where he was- she probably sold out of her supply already-but he ignored it. "you want me to give you a ride home?" eddie suggested.

she scoffed, pulling back. "no thanks. I'll uber."

eddie laughed loudly. "jesus, you really aren't from here are you?" she furrowed her brows. "baby, there is one uber driver in this whole fucking place and he," eddie pointed a long, tattooed finger towards the man, propped against steve's wall, struggling to stand while his friends filmed him. "is right there."

she pouted, hesitating for a moment. eddie stood. "c'mon, I'll give you a ride. pretty sure shina left an hour ago anyways."

she looked at him carefully. "you don't need to stay here? do more business?"

eddie shook his head. "they can come to me if they need it that bad, but I'm straight for the night." he stood slowly, reaching out his hand to her.

she looked at it, unmoving. "I don't even know your name."

eddie grinned. "I'm eddie. what's your name, angel?" her movements stuttered for a moment before she reluctantly told him. "pleasure to meet you. now, you gonna let me give you a ride home?"

she narrowed her eyes at him, glaring before reluctantly taking his hand. "I have my location on, just so you know." she snarled. eddie laughed, leading her through the crowds. "and I'm texting my group chat right now. if I go missing, I'll make sure they go on all the true crime podcasts and make the world hate you."

eddie laughed. "alright. fair enough. you want me to text shina for you? would that make yo feel better?"

her eyes squinted, lips rolling slightly. "maybe." she admitted.

eddie grinned, pulling her out towards his mustang, all black down to the rims and seats. he'd given the van for max when she started working with him, he knew she'd earn herself up to a spot like he did, the way she was raking in cash right now, he was sure she'd pass him.

eddie opened her door, watching her slowly climb in. his phone plugged into the aux, ozzy osbourne's war pigs screaming through the speaker. she lifted a brow again. "wow, I'm shocked."

eddie mimicked her reaction. "yeah? what'd you think I'd listen to?"

she scoffed. "I thought you'd play drake for sure." her eyes rolled over his frame again, legs pressing together at his arm, inked up and flexing against the wheel. "you give kanye vibes honestly."

eddie winced exaggeratedly. "ouch. that's a low blow, baby." he grumbled. she grinned wide. she liked that response. "is it at least old kanye?"

she grinned. "sure."

"graduation?" eddie asked hopefully.

she snorted. "you wish. 808, maybe, that's being generous."

he smirked, looking over at her. she looked back at him, her eyes were softer now, sweeter. they were pretty, lashes framing them through heavy eyeliner. "am I taking a left or a right?" eddie asked at the stop sign.

she shook her head slightly, blinking a few time before turning forward. "right." she pointed.

eddie turned the wheel slow, engine purring when he pulled out. she pursed her lips, studying him for a moment. "you do this a lot, huh?" she asked. he looked at her. "you usually pick up girls at parties, or are you more of a tinder guy?"

eddie barked out a laugh. "baby, I'm only a tinder to sell molly to the sorority chicks before formal and spring break." he purred easily. his eyes met hers, she wasn't convinced. "seriously. I-I don't do this, really."

she hummed, unconvinced. eddie shrugged. "I don't. I don't even let anyone in my car." his eyes cut to hers. "you should consider yourself lucky."

she nodded slowly, contemplating. "I ask shina, is she gonna tell me the same thing?" she challenged.

eddie snorted. "ask your whole little group chat, they'll tell you the same thing." he said.

she scoffed. "what's that?"

"that they buy weed from me. I'm nice, not scary or creepy. I'm sure you'll ask them if I fuck around or if I've ever hit on them, and they'll say no. you'll ask if I have a girlfriend or some other girl, and they'll say no. you'll try to stalk me on instagram or get one of them to send you my shit, because I'm private, and then you'll still be unconvinced." eddie rambled, head rolling to look over at her. "left or right?"

"right." she said, tone back with an edge. he could see her blush in the dim street lights, even through the tinted windows. "so you are a psycho killer then?" she asked, but her tone was playful, teasing. eddie looked at her curiously. "private accounts? what kind of psycho is private on insta?"

"the kind of psycho who doesn't want people in his shit." eddie grinned.

she smirked back. "so if I requested to follow you, would you accept my request?"

eddie snorted. "how do I know you're not the psycho?" he teased.

"because my insta isn't private." she laughed.

eddie smiled. "yeah, I'd let you follow me." he nodded, hands gripping the wheel tight, he felt his heart race. "I'd even follow you back."

"how sweet." she cooed playfully, pointing towards her apartments.

eddie pulled into the spot in front of the building, putting the car in park. she hesitated for a moment, looking down at her hands. she didn't want to leave, he could tell. it made his heart leap a little, he didn't want her to leave either.

"thanks for taking me." she said, eyes meeting his with a softness he was surprised to see. "thanks for not killing me too."

eddie grinned. "you're welcome." he tilted his head to the side. "you need a cart, a blunt, anything before you go? last chance before me and my goodies are gone for the night."

she smiled. "would you roll it for me if I got a blunt?"

eddie swallowed hard. her voice changed into something sweet, intoxicating. her eyes rounded, batting when they met his. he was sure she was trying to get something for free, that's what the rational side of him screamed, but his heart was hammering.

"I'll roll it for ya, yeah." eddie nodded.

she giggled, looking up at the apartments. "you wanna come up with me? we can share it if you want." she offered. eddie froze. "if you don't have other girls or drug lord things to get to, I just..." she sighed heavily. "I like talking to you. you're like the first guy I've met here who isn't a total gross loser fuckboy." she snarled her nose.

eddie smirked. "that's high praise coming from you." she giggled again, and eddie's stomach turned. "I like talkin' to you too." he admitted, head tilting to the side sweetly. he could see her blush.

eddie pushed out of the car, quicker and more eager than he meant to, waiting for her to get out before he locked the door, following her up the creaking wooden steps.

they sat on her couch that night, he rolled the blunt and she opened the windows, passing it back and forth slowly, exchanging little stories and details about each other between them. she put on rick and morty, and eddie was sure she was his soul mate.

when he kissed her that night, slow and sweet on her couch, the glow of the sunrise peeking in through her shades, he was sure she was his soul mate. his twin flame or whatever weird shit machine gun kelly said; he kinda got it now. she fucked him nice and slow, riding him on her couch before she brought him to her room, letting him sleep there for the night, their shared blunt dwindling down in the living room, her back on his chest in her small bed.

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luvyeni · 1 year

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hihi! i read through your guidelines to make sure you were ok with topics like weed, smoking, etc. and i didn’t see anything? so if you’re ok with it, i need to know your thoughts on stoner!han jisung and nerd!reader who are oddly best friends (opposites attract kinda thing) and jisung kinda pressures (more like manipulates) reader to smoke with him, but she trusts him of course and things take a bit of a turn if you know what i mean *wink wink*

i’m OBSESSED with the idea of like a smoke kiss?? where jisung will take a hit off the blunt and transfer the smoke to the reader by kissing them if that makes sense, it’s so hot to me 😩 and i don’t imagine like fast or rough sex, i imagine really slow just in the moment kinda thing, not necessarily passionate though, they’re just high 💀 ugh oh my god and reader slowly riding him on the couch or bed while his head is thrown back and eyes closed. ok i need to be done i’m down bad for this man. anyway i appreciate if you elaborate on this more, if not i understand. i love your works regardless ❤️

im a sucker for stoner x reader fics so im completely fine with it ! this is so 🥴🥴

he'd try to get you to smoke with him , but you'd always deny saying 'it's gonna rot your brain jisung.' and he'd just roll his eyes , blowing smoke in your face to make you cough.

one day he'd finally get tired of hearing you say the same thing , he'd made a promise that if you tried it once he'd let it go , and he'd promise he'd help you , so you agree , sitting on your knees in front of him , making his cock hard.

he'd take a hit from the blunt , grabbing your jaw softly pulling your lips to his , "i got you , just trust me." he'd whisper before blowing the smoke into your mouth , you'd cough a little , but you enjoyed how it made you feel.

a couple kisses later , you're somehow in his lap , shirt off , skirt bunched up on your waist and you're slowly riding his cock, his eyes are bloodshot , biting his lip , and your hair is all messy , glasses thrown somewhere , both of you not knowing what the fuck is happening until you come to , and you're both sweaty and half naked and his cock is soft inside you.

jesus to do this with hanji would be heaven😫

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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 11 months

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♧|Endeavors|♧

[I felt the need to write about him, I'm sorry!]

[Inspo] [Inspo] [Inspo]

《After mistaking one of your companions for someone else. You find yourself gaining lots of attention...》

{Prince! Link / Reader}

After managing to escape from the room you were taken to, you pull up your gown as you race about in the Hyrule castle halls. Tapestries and portraits pass you by as you search for your companions.

Seeing a familiar blonde headed figure in the distance, you run faster, bare feet padding against the cool floor until you jump and tackle the figure.

"Hya!"

The male shouts as he falls to the floor, your fluffy gown and unforseen body weight crushing him as he stares at your smiling face.

"Link!" You cry out happily, knees placed beside his hips as you move closer to him. The young man stares bug-eyed at you while you throw your arms around him, giving him a great big hug.

The young male stiffens at your warm and gentle touch. He felt your slow, calm breaths by his heart while the sweet scent of your hair fills his senses.

"We gotta find the others! I don't know why the gaurds took me or why I'm wearing this, or why you're wearing THAT. But we will figure it out! Together, as always, right?" You said a determined gleam in your (e/c) eyes.

Before he could answer, you slowly detached yourself. But you're taken aback when he reaches for you, grasping your dominant wrist tightly as he quietly observed you.

"Lin.. Link?" You said cautiously, now noticing his different attire than the armor you were used to.

"Hey? Bubs? Hello~?" You ask, trying to release yourself.

"Uhm... Are you gonna lead- woah-!" The blonde pulls you close, hand ghosting over your waistline as he strides further into the intricate hallways.

"I guess you're leading then.." You huff, rolling your eyes playfully. Giving him a cheeky smile as his expression becomes surprised once more. Bashfully looking away and back to your "destination." Wherever it might be...

Learning about you was something Link quite enjoyed. During his free time, he'd often go to your chambers. Or what you lovingly called "vacation cell," which he found odd. Yet he would laugh quietly at your mannerisms. You spoke of worlds that were similar to his own, some completely different!

You told him of your own world, a place with no monsters or creatures. Where the "Triforce" doesn't even exist. Where the prophecy he and his fellow Triforce holders had to follow was all but a story made by a man's imagination.

Besides that..

You showed him your device, which you called a "phone." Showing him photos of your world and the ones you've seen with your friends, or what you called "The Chain."

Often times, you would bring them up in conversation or would mumble about.

"If Time saw me lazing around in this room..."

"Legend would totally want that!"

"I bet Sky wishes for a bed like this! It's so squishy!"

"I miss Wilds cooking.."

You even one time asked a wondering fairy if she had seen your friend, whom you believed he was a "fairy prince."

The young man's pride would never admit it.. He yearned to have that connection you have with these "Hero's of Courage."

To make you light up brighter than the suns shine in the early mornings.

■HEADCANONS■

Prince Link is still the holder of the Triforce of Courage. While Zelda is still the chosen heroine of wisdom.

Prince Link is honestly a bit shy with (Y/N), yet he will be very blunt and honest when needed. Having grown up as royalty, he has lots of manners and adequate. He's respected and courageous like his alternates.

Yandere side: I can see him as bit.. Controlling. Where, he doesn't want you to fight with a bunch of burly heroes and get hurt fighting Moblins. He'd rather you stay with him in his world than get hurt.

He knows you can hold your own weight. But he cares a lot about you. You're unique, friendly, and attractive. So why in Hylias name would he let you get yourself killed?

His counterparts agree with him on the fact you needed to be worshiped and protected.

[OOF- OK, So.. I had the urge and did this.. It's been on my mind and I couldn't help it. @cafecourage @cloudninetonine @gliphyartfan @my-insanity-is-an-artform @yanderelinkeduniverse the awesome blogs that helped me by getting be back to my Loz roots!]

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my-owl-baby · 5 months

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Smarter Then You

Part one

Summary: After what happened between you and Michael, the two of you seem to grown closer to each other then ever. Until he finally ask you to be his only.

Warning: unprotected sex, fluff, rough sex, alcohol, and, p in v,

Words: 2,794

You and Michael have been at it since that night had happened, the both of you sneak in kisses when you saw each other privately.

Doing assignments with each other, or 'tutoring', it's been like this for a month now you seem to enjoy it. Each time Michael gets better and better in bed.

"Y/n, what do you think?" You snapped out of your thoughts looking at Felix, who asked you a question.

"Sorry Felix dear, can you repeat that?" He nodded asking you if you would join him in the pub later tonight for some drinks since everyone was going.

"It would be nice to have a sister like near me" he also added, which made you rolled your eyes.

"Fine, I'll come but don't make no one to force me to drink to much like last time" he nodded to your request, it was rare when you went out and you couldn't say no to Felix, he is like family since you don't know how long you knew him for.

"Good! Dress beautiful" he pressed his lips on your upper cheek before leaving the library to wherever he went.

"What's been on your mind" you turn your attention to your best friend Rosie. You shook your head 'no'.

"Nothing, exams are coming up soon" you mumble out and excuse. Which she didn't gave in, she could read you like a book since childhood.

"Don't lie to me" you both made eye contact, trying to fight the fact you wanted to tell her you've been fucking the nerd of Oxford.

"Fine" you gave in, rolling your eyes as you shut your notebook, packing them away. "You know...Michael..right?" You hesitated, she is blunt with her words which was a reason you didn't want to tell her.

"Yea? The one you did the presentation with and got a hundred?" She didn't pass it, got a 60 because her partner Kam didn't want to work with her.

You nodded, bitting the bottom of your lip "well, you know me and him have been talking to each other more..." it finally click in her head, you liked Michael fucking Gavey. She never saw it coming since when you both pass him it was just a simple hello and went straight to class.

She notice the way you looked away from her as you spoke about him "you like him" she clapped her hands together, giggling.

"He's cute, I can say is all that but are you sure?" She questioned your liking to the guy, you knew her reasoning too since every relationship went badly, they either cheated on you or treated you poorly.

"I want to be sure, but I don't know" you hit yourself against the table. She walked over your side sitting next to you.

"Hey, if he doesn't like you, Felix would handle him I'm sure of it then I can dig for something dark about him to get him kick out of Oxford" you laughed at her trying to comfort you with her words.

They both did care for you, and you knew they would protect you if you shed a tear. "I'll be fine...I'll just figure out when to ask him" she nodded, she soon changed the topic about more drama she had heard of like always.

It was mid day, you were heading to your last class which was science. Once you almost made it to the door you saw Michael waiting there at the front door to your class.

"Are you stalking me?" You called out, he only just smiled at you. He hasn't seen you all day since his classes were bunch up one after another.

"Maybe, I've missed your smile" he said, you both brought each other into a hug as he kissed the top of your head.

"I've missed your nerdy mathematics answers" he chuckled at your reapsonse before letting go of each other.

"I should let you go, but I won't make it tonight" you nodded, understanding. He did infact had a friend named Oliver which he was proud to make friends here for the first othet then you.

"Oh...I understand, be safe for me? I have a thing with Felix tonight as well did you get the message" he nodded which also made him feel unsure what you were going to do with that man.

Michael did see Felix as a man whore, you can't complain he did sleep with every girl who didn't have a lover or you.

"I will, be safe for me?" He asked, you nodded before passing him a small kiss leaving him in the halls alone, as you went straight to your class.

He wanted you, he wanted to let you know since the moment you both became closer to each other. Those sexual moments weren't just hook ups to him, they were true love for him.

Of course you were his first love since elementary, but he fell for you since he learned about the true you. He didn't want Felix fucking you when he wanted to. Michael wanted to make you his only his.

It became late at night, Felix waited for you on your bed as you changed into a dress along with a jacket to keep you warm and boots. "How do I look?" You turn to him, he looked up from the magazine and smiled.

"Any man would be lucky to have you as his" you giggle at his words before looking at yourself once more.

"Shall we?" He nodded as the both of you head out your falt to the pub where people waiting for the both of you.

He held you close making sure you didn't leaving his side. The bond between you was strong ever since you met him, he always told you about his family especially his mother. You met them once, they were strange but it was their own way of life so you had no room to judge, you grew closer to Felix after that. He thought of you as a sister nothing more.

You both make it to the pub, where you see Rosie and Farleigh there with a group of people around them. "The real party has started" Felix yelled, getting the group of people attention causing them to cheer.

You rolled your eyes, sitting next to Rosie "you look extra extra beautiful" she whispered to you making you smile, thanking her as Felix had a random camera and took pictures of the both of you.

"Y/n say cheese" Felix said bring you closer to him as he took pictures of the both of you.

You all took pictures and drank shots, you started to feel more comfortable around everyone. "Ohhh, yea Y/n hella smart, like she can get every question right" Felix braged about you like you were his own flesh and blood.

You rolled your eyes "it's because I study" you added, he rolled his eyes bringing you into a hug which of course you hugged him back.

"She my best friend" Rosie gasped at his words and snatched you away from him.

"She is my best friend since the beginning of elementary school" she protested, you were too drunk to care about the small argument that was going between them, and instead took another shot for luck.

"You burley leave the house why is that?" You look at Farleigh, who spoke to you. You looked at him for a couple of seconds to process an answer.

"Because, I don't know how to be like those two and....I rather not be those two...i-i rather be myself" he chuckled at your answer, he didn't see to not like it nor like it which was fine to you.

"Oliver!" Felix yelled, you looked at the direction he was yelling at, he signal Oliver to come over here.

"Take a seat, come on" Oliver didn't hesitate to sit down, you and Felix notice him turn back seeing Michael there giving him a small wave and smile.

"Is that a friend of yours?" Felix asked, you and Michael made eye contact for a quick second before he started to make his way out of the pub.

"Yes, he just leaving" which cause you to look at Oliver, scan his face to see if he tell lies.

"Lier...I'm going, I have studies to do" you said the first part under your breath as you got up collecting your jacket.

"W-what don't go, at least wait for me" Felix said, he knew you were drunker then him since you didn't drink much like he did.

"No. Stay. Have fun!" You push him back down to his chair, you gave him a peck on the cheek and did the same with Rosie.

"Tell me how it gose" She whispered to you, you laugh giving her a thumbs up as you stumble your way out the pub.

"Michael!!" You yelled, holding on to the wall, it was late at night to even be out here alone.

"Michael?!" You looked around for the nerdy boy, but no where to be found. You soon felt a pair of arms on your shoulders, you freaked out and screamed.

"Hey! It's me" looking at Michael, he was half drunk but not the same as you.

"My nerdy boy, it's so good to see you" you laughed holding him close to you, he felt your breast pushed up against his chest.

"Let's get you home?" He sigh, holding you close. You nodded not utter a word to him as you continued to hold him around your arms. He smelled good like wood and old books.

"Do you want me to carry you?" You poked an eye open to see him looking down at you, which a half smile. You couldn't help but giggle and nod to his words.

Pulling away you spread your arms open ready to be picked up. You weren't expecting him to carry you bridle style, which he did surprising you.

"Hold close" he mumble as he started to walk your way to your flat. You enjoyed this, wishing it will last forever but knowing it won't last until you get to your own home.

The walk home was pretty quiet until the two of you finally got there.

"The door, here" you dug into your jacket to take the key out handing it to him. He didn't put you down, didn't struggle to open the door with his hands full on holding you.

He layed you down on the couch, before shutting the door. "What did you and Felix do?" He started to conversation with you.

"Mmm, nothing we been at the pub the whole time" he looked at you, before he went to the kitchen and get you a glass of water.

"That's good, did you have fun?" You sat up looking up at him with a smile.

"I did, but I missed you" you whispered like other people were around, which you ended with a giggle.

He sat next to you, comforting you as you drank your water. He listened to you, something that only people you were close with did.

Michael Gavey, liked you and you were to drunk to see the signs that he showed you.

Starting to feel a little better from all the shots you took at the pub. "Thank you for taking care of me" you mumble, laying down with his arms wrapped around you.

"It's nothing, you are someone dear to me" you smiled at his words, you felt butterflies in your stomach when he told you those words.

"Want to spend the night?" He nodded to your words, he pushed you down the couch laying you down on your back.

He started to kiss you, making his downs pin down your waist to the couch. "We shouldn't be doing this" You said once your lips disconnected from each other.

He chuckled from your words kissing you once more before he spoke. "Why shouldn't we?" Causing you to giggle, your lips connected he bite your bottom lip cussing you to moan.

He slid his tongue getting every inch of taste of alcohol to his mouth. Michael made his way down to your cheek and shoulders pulling your dress down to the floor.

You brought your hands to his neck, feeling the cold breeze hit your naked body, "feisty" you said through the kisses, Michael smirk at your comment breaking the kiss to take of his nerdy shirt 'that's how I roll' which made you chuckle.

You both pressed your forehead together, taking a breath "Y/n, I love you" He mumble close to your ears. Were you still drunk? Or was this real, you stayed silent for a second gathering your thoughts together.

Micheal on the other hand was to afraid to move away to see your reaction. He bit his bottom lip, feeling a pair of hands picking up his face to face you.

"I...I love you too Micheal" the nerdy man is surprised by your words, but he didn't want to wait any longer to please you any more then he could imagine.

Lips once again connected, one hand squishing your breast while the other slid down your underwear off your legs.

He unzipped his pants as he made his way down kissing your lips to your breast. He knew your good spots, by the many times you both had sexual extractions with each other he learned something new.

"Fuck...Michael please" you moan, your cunt clench into nothing feeling your wetness drip down to your ass.

He hummed looking at you before he slid in two fingers, which cause you to moan moving your hips against his fingers. "I'm the needy one huh" he mumble, to you ear. You chuckle kissing his cheek "I'm needy and smarter then you" you both giggled as you kiss once more before he went down on you.

He started off slow with his fingers, keeping the pace a bit quicker after two thrust. You moan his name hand on his hair pulling it or grabing it tightly.

You clench around his fingers letting him know you were close, he didn't want you to finish so soon. He pulled his fingers out "Michael...why" you whine squeeze your thighs together. He only chuckled before tasting you on his fingers.

He finished sliding down his pants bring along with his boxers "wait condom?" He asked, not wanting to pull out in the wrong moment.

You groan wanting him inside of you now "it's fine, plus I started taking the pill today" he smirked kissing you on your lip and forehead before sliding his cock in your cunt.

You moan, it had been awhile since you both had done it since exams were so close you both decided to not fuck and to focus on studies.

"Fuck, fuck Michael!" You moan out loud, he started to suck on your neck leaving marks on your to your shoulders.

His thrust were slow at first letting you get use to his dick. He felt your wet insides which always seem to made him weak in the knees.

He began to go faster, thrusting in and out of you "fuck...Y/n, you so tight" he mumble resting his head on your shoulder. Your hands wrapped around him, and legs wrapping around his hips bring him closer to you.

"Michael!" You cried out, he moved his hand from your waist to you clit teasing you even more the edge.

He continued to thrust inside you, feeling you clench around him letting him know your were close. "A little long my love" he mumble breathlessly to you.

You only moan in response holding yourself a bit more then you could. "Ugh... fuck baby I'm close" you moan, moving your hips against his at the same rhythm.

"Almost there love" he mumble, removed his hand from your clit not wanting you to finished so quickly.

Hitting his balls against your ass harder and harder, he become more closer to his climax with you.

"Let go baby" he said before kissing your neck leaving bite marks along with his other mask on your neck.

You held him closer to you before you came undone. He steady his pace making out with you through your moans and groans.

He didn't pull out, he mixed himself along with yourself inside. "Fuck, you are the most beautiful women out there" he said pulling away from the kiss, seeing you smile after your sessions together was his reward.

And now finally knowing you were his only was something he wanted to hear from your mouth.

"Boop, you're officially my boyfriend" you poke his nose, he couldn't help but smiled even more.

Holding you close to him "and you're my girlfriend"

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You Painted Me Golden - Chapter 13

King Of My Heart

Rating: M

Warnings: Language, soft smut

Chapter 12 - Masterlist - AO3

Word Count: 9k

And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for

“I’ve never really done something like this before,” Elain said as she locked the door behind them. “It’s quite exciting.”

Azriel looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

“Sleeping in the first lodging available?” He asked and wrapped his arms around her, his hands resting on her soft belly.

She peered up over her shoulder at her husband, and with a soft smile she said, “Traveling,” She placed a kiss on the underside of his jaw, and the rough growth of hairs on his face tickled her skin. “I’ve always wanted to, you know.”

“The continent,” Azriel said, leaning forward to plant kisses along the length of her delicate neck. “You want to see the tulips. One day I’ll take you there. I’ll take you anywhere you would like to go.”

Elain shivered as his lips brushed against her sensitive skin. His mouth made its way up to her ear and teasingly tugged on her earlobe with his teeth.

“You’re going to spoil me.” Elain sighed as her head rolled back, exposing more of her neck to her husband.

“You deserve to be spoiled,” Azriel mumbled, his voice low and lush, and his hands traveled down her body to push her hips back into his. “And I take great pleasure in spoiling my wife,” His fingers curled into the heavy fabric of her traveling dress. “Especially when it comes to matters of the flesh…I take my duties very seriously.”

“Azriel,” Elain moaned as she relaxed into his touch. “We haven’t even had dinner yet. Or bathed. We’re still filthy from our travels.” Her words were teasing but laced with affection.

“Don’t you think we should get dirtier before we clean ourselves?” Azriel said lowly in her ear, his hot breath brushing over her neck. “Can I let you in on one of my fantasies, wife?” At Elain’s nod, Azriel continued. “Do you remember that Solstice where you gifted me the headache powder?” Elain nodded leisurely as if barely comprehending his words as he palmed her body. Taking his feel of her hips. “You looked so deliciously rumpled with your lovely hair falling out of your braid and flour on your cheek and apron. You smelled of freshly baked bread and potatoes and loveliness and something inside of me wanted to take you, make you smell like me, you know how much I love that,” Elain’s lips fell open as Azriel spoke, and he caught a whiff of her honeyed arousal in the winter air. “I wanted to follow you back to the kitchen, but before we got there I wanted to claim your lips. I wanted to fill your mouth and your delicious pussy and take you against the wall with your dress bunched at your hips. That was the present I wanted to give you that night, my love.”

“I would have let you,” Elain whispered, opening her warm brown eyes to gaze up at her male. “You had so much of me, even then. You could have snuck into my bedroom any night and I would have welcomed you.”

Azriel growled as he captured her lips.

He unfastened her cloak and let it fall to their feet and Elain’s hands nimbly followed suit.

Azriel walked them so that Elain’s back hit the wooden door of their cabin and lifted her so her legs wrapped around his waist, her dress gathered above her hips and Azriel used his shadows to undo his leathers and rid her of her undergarments.

“This is what I wanted to do to you, Elain.” Azriel said as he pushed the blunt head of his cock to her folds, a groan ripping through his throat as he felt how wet she was for him. “Would you have been this wet and ready for me?”

“Yes,” Elain moaned as Azriel moved deeper inside of her, his eyes screwing shut as she clenched around him. “I would have been just as eager. Would you have been rough with me? Or would you have held yourself back?” She asked, and Azriel let his head fall forward to the curve of her neck.

Azriel took a deep breath and said, “I would have tried to be a gentlemale, as you deserve,” He slowly started to pump in and out of her. “But it wouldn’t have lasted for long. You would have driven me mad with how perfect you feel. I would have been incapable of holding back.”

His hands slid up her bare thighs, the rough leather of his siphons scraping against her sensitive skin, and he didn’t stop until his fingers dug into the soft, full flesh of her cheeks.

Sweet pants came from Elain as Azriel thrusted in and out of her, her walls clenching around him. Even though he had taken her so many times, even though their bodies were so accustomed to each other, they touched and kissed and loved each other as if it was the first time — as if they’d never be able to do it again.

“Would you have been able to keep quiet?” Azriel asked, his voice harsh as his pace intensified, already knowing the answer. Sweat started beading on his brow from the force in which he thrusted into her.

“No,” Elain moaned, throwing her head back as her hips clumsily lifted to meet Azriel’s. “I’ve never been able to be quiet with you.”

Azriel growled in response, his skin flaming as he fucked her faster, the rough fabric of his clothing overwhelmed his senses. He wanted to be bare.

“You would have screamed my name,” Azriel panted, the sound of their skin meeting filling the air with their heavy breaths. “You would have bitten my shoulder to try and keep quiet, but you would have called out for me.”

“Azriel.” Elain moaned, sweat glittering on her forehead as orgasmed over his hot cock. Her golden hair turned into a tangled mess trapped against the wall, and desire burned in Azriel as he saw how Elain slowly came undone.

With one last thrust, hitting the sweet spot inside of her, Azriel groaned as he came. His hips shallowly pumping to fill her.

“I love you.” Azriel said, kissing her hungrily.

“I love you too.” Elain said breathlessly in between kisses.

Slowly, Azriel pulled out of her and delighted in the little moan that escaped Elain lips.

“You make the best sounds.” Azriel said, capturing her round face in his hands.

Elain blushed at his words, but reveled in the praise.

“I’m always worried that I’m too loud.” Elain admitted and Azriel shook his dark head.

“Never,” He nipped at her lips. “I want to hear every precious sigh and moan and even every sneeze.”

Elain laughed at that and said, “I’ll save all my sneezes for you then.” Her wide smile caused her nose to scrunch.

Azriel gazed down at his wife, remembering the exact shade of pink her cheeks were and how warm her eyes looked and how heavy and deep her breathing was.

“Go get yourself a hot shower or bath or whatever they have here,” Azriel said, taking a step back to put himself back into his leathers. “While I run down to the main lodge and get us dinner. I’ll leave some of my shadows here for you, their queen.”

Elain rolled her eyes at that name, bending over to pick up her cloak, but Azriel beat her to it. Placing her cloak on the rack by the door and putting his cloak back on to face the cold.

“They love you more than they love me,” Azriel said, placing a kiss on her plump cheek with one hand on the door. “And I can’t blame them.”

Elain gently nudged his shoulder.

“Maybe they just mimic the emotions of their master.”

His eyes glowed golden in the night.

“Then like I said, they love their queen.”

Elain’s broad smile stayed in place as her husband braved the winter cold to get them dinner, through her gloriously hot shower, and grew even wider when he came back carrying a large covered tray.

“It smells delicious,” Elain noted from her position on the bed, already having changed into the flannel nightgown she found. Azriel’s shadows had been nice enough to lay it out on the bed for her after her shower. “And the shower is divine. Sit by the fire,” Elain motioned to the large leather chair by the roaring fire. The shadows had been busy while Elain was cleaning herself. “And then after dinner you should enjoy the warm water,” She eyed his large body and larger wings. “Though it might be a bit small. Would you…would you like for me to bathe your wings?”

Azriel’s heated eyes gazed at her, having only taken a few steps into the room.

“Only if you’re prepared for the response.”

Warm delighted ran along the length of Elain’s spine at the thought, and she nodded her head.

King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa

And all at once, you are all I want, I'll never let you go

The warm glow of the fire mingled with the golden rays of light streaming in through the windows. For a brief moment she wondered how the fire had managed to thrive overnight, but the shadows that swirled by the hearth told her what she needed to know.

Elain snuggled into the warm body beside her, pure contentment filling her chest as she took a deep breath and inhaled his masculine scent. Her nose burrowed into the crook of his neck, and she pressed her lips into his sharp collar bone. She moved, the top of her nose trailing over his warm skin, and gently pressed her lips onto his chest — right above the beating of his heart.

Slowly, her fingers fanned out over the hard planes of his stomach. She could feel the corded muscle moving under her touch, slowly lifting up and down as he breathed.

Elain shifted slightly, so that her cheek was laid flat against his chest. The echo of his heart drumming against her cheek. And the cool breath of Azriel’s sleeping exhale caused the hairs on top of her head to twitch and tingle.

She closed her eyes and settled her mind and just tried to enjoy…Enjoy the way Azriel’s peaceful, sleeping body felt against her…Enjoy how the snow dusted the window and sky and everything in the world was quiet…Enjoy the fleeting seconds of a snowy morning with her husband.

“This is nice,” Azriel’s low, sleepy voice caused Elain’s eyes to flutter open. She peered up at him beneath her eyelashes and felt a smile grace her lips as her husband gazed at her. “I’ve decided that my favorite way to start the day is by your side.”

“I’ve decided my favorite way to start the day is first,” Elain said. “That way I can see you before anything else.”

Azriel’s large hands spanned almost the entire length of her back, and the tips of his fingers sunk into her soft flesh.

“Are you always this romantic in the morning?”

“Hmmm,” Elain pretended to think as she gazed up at her husband, slightly overwhelmed by how handsome he appeared in the light of early morning - the snow making him look almost angelic. “It must be being a wife. It’s made me dreadfully romantic — I’m having all of these thoughts of ‘forever’ and they all include you.”

A smile softened Azriel’s face and Elain suddenly felt a little lighter. Like one of the snowflakes floating outside their window.

Azriel pressed her closer into his side and underneath her cheek was the flat of her hand, she felt his heart change pace, as if it was skipping a beat.

“I like that.” Azriel said, his voice low. “I don’t have very many firsts left, but I want all of your forevers.” The pads of his fingers moving over the bare skin of her back.

“You’re my forever husband,” Elain smiled and planted a kiss on his chest. “My forever love.”

“Your forever lover,” Azriel said, leaning down to nip at her lips. His fingers sinking into her soft flesh. “As much as I love making lovemaking with my forever love,” Azriel smiled over the words. “We have quite a bit of distance to travel if we want to make it to the Day Court, and I promised to give you the best, most authentic travel experience possible. And that includes early mornings, late nights, and the unexpected in between.”

“I love the fact that I married a poet.” Elain smiled, her hand sliding up the length of his muscular chest, over his neck, and into his thick black hair.

Azriel raised a dark brow at her.

“It’s true,” Elain said. “You say the most lovely, poetic things I’ve ever heard.”

“I guess you bring it out of me,” Azriel leaned down to give her a slow, lingering kiss and pulled away before they lost themselves at the contact. “We really have to go if we're going to be on time.”

Elain watched the delicious expanse of brown skin as Azriel stood from the bed, her eyes going down his well defined back as he walked away and landing on his rounded buttocks.

Her head tilted and she bit her lip to stop herself from sighing.

“We’re on a schedule?” Elain asked, not bothering to pull the sheet up to cover herself as she sat up.

A sly smile overtook Azriel’s face as he looked over his shoulder at her, and Elain couldn’t stop the excited smile that burst onto her face.

“You married a spymaster, my love, I have a few tricks up my sleeve.” Azriel said, still looking over his shoulder at her.

“Impossible,” Elain said, raising a hand to point at him. “You aren’t wearing sleeves.”

Azriel blinked at her.

“I suppose I can’t argue with that,” Azriel rummaged through his pack to find the clothing his shadows had tucked away the night before. “But we still have to leave.”

With a nod of his head he sent his shadows towards his wife, and Elain didn’t even bother to protest as they peeled the bedding away from where it pooled at her waist.

“You just want to see me naked.”

Azriel smirked.

“I could see you naked from the bed, love. And I could do so much more than just look from there.”

Elain mock-pouted at his response and twisted a strand of golden hair around her finger.

“I thought you wanted to see the world, mo chroí.” Azriel raised his eyebrow at her.

“I do,” Elain said softly. “I just have so many fond memories here.” She brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs, her hair falling around her in a veil of curls.

“After one night?” Azriel asked, buckling his belt and walking over to her. He tilted her chin up to gaze down at her.

“It was a marvelous night, wasn’t it?” Elain grinned up at him.

“Splendid.” Azriel leaned down to plant a kiss on her cheek.

“Phenomenal.”

“Euphoric.” His lips moved over her skin.

“Sensational.” Her breath caught in her throat.

“Elain, wife, as blissful a distraction as this is, we do have a schedule to keep.” Azriel pressed their lips together in a bruising kiss — one that spoke of the passion he was fighting and restraining. He pushed away from her once again and grabbed a thin black shirt to layer with.

“I had no idea I married such a stickler,” Elain grumbled, propelling herself off the bed and allowing his shadows to help her dress for the day. Layers to keep her warm while they traveled in the human land that could easily be stripped away when they entered the Day Court. “Must have been all the sneaking around and flagrant breaking of Rhysand's rules that had me fooled,” Elain fake sighed and turned away from her husband so that he didn’t see the smile breaking across her face. “Maybe the spark is gone now that it’s no longer forbidden.”

Rough hands settled on her hips, and Elain let her head fall back on Azriel’s shoulder as he pressed his erection into her backside.

“I want you more than ever, mo chroí,” Azriel captured the fleshy part of her ear between his teeth and bit down in the way he knew she liked. “I want to claim you and mark you—”

“Both of which you have already done.”

“And scream from the fucking mountain tops that you’re completely and wholly mine. I want to see the look on every male’s face when they realize that you belong to me…and the only way we are going to experience that is if we leave this cabin.”

Elain relented, giving into her husband's desires.

“If that’s what you truly wish — for the entire world to know you possess my heart, body, and soul — then I suppose I can give that to you. But there is one thing that I would like in return.”

Azriel looked down at her in curiosity.

“If you’re going to ask me to throw you back in the bed so I can have my way with you, then we seriously need to work on your negotiation skills.”

Elain grinned broadly at him and shook her head. Her tongue came out wet her lips before saying, “I only ask for the same in return,” she smiled wildly. “I must say I will feel more than satisfied to see the realization on females and males alike when they see that I have claimed you.”

Azriel’s fingers pressed deeper into her hips as the words.

“I am a lucky, lucky male,” Azriel said, kissing the spot on her neck where her heart fluttered. “Now, let’s finish getting dressed so the entirety of the fae population can see what they are missing.”

Elain immediately missed his warmth as he stepped away from her.

King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa

“You didn’t.” Elain stated incredulously with her hands placed on her hips, staring at the two massive beasts in front of her.

Two horses: one ebony, so dark that it looked as if it was made from shadows, and one a beautiful, warm chestnut. Both of them were harnessed and attached to a sleigh.

Elain pressed her lips together to try and stifle her smile.

“A sleigh ride?” Elain asked, peering up at her husband. The cold air causing their breath to cloud between them, and his cheeks were twinged with a lovely red. Small snowflakes dusted his black hair.

“Just to our next destination.” Azriel said, the shadows dropping their luggage in the sleigh.

Her husband held out his gloved hand to her.

“You’re taking me on a sleigh ride.” Elain grinned so widely that her cheeks obstructed her vision.

“If you’ll let me.”

Elain threw her arms around her husband, his hands quickly catching her at the waist, but he still stumbled a step back. She peppered his face with kisses, not caring if her display caused their schedule to be disrupted.

“I can’t believe you remembered.” Elain said, her love for her husband inflating in her chest.

“Mo chroí,” Azriel whispered against her ear. “One day you’ll believe me when I say that I remember everything about you.”

His words caused Elain to nuzzle into him. Overwhelmed by her reality. That the male she so dearly loved loved her in return, that though challenges laid in front of them they would be together. One of her unwanted bonds was nullified and the other would soon be in her past.

But the bond that she chose, the bond that they both chose, would be her future.

Elain squeezed her husband once again before slowly pulling back.

“I would love to go on a sleigh ride with you, mo chroí.”

The endearment was still relatively new for her tongue, and she wondered if it would ever come naturally to her, but the look of delicate rapture that graced his face was incredibly rewarding. He looked lovestruck, every single time.

Azriel settled them into the sleigh, grasping the reins in his hands and nudging the horses into a canter.

“This is why we couldn’t be late, isn’t it?” Elain questioned, snuggling into his side and basking in his warmth.

He looked down at her with a sheepish, crooked grin.

“Trying to make your travels as human as possible.”

Elain beamed in return.

“Except for the shadows doing all the heavy lifting.”

“Some luxuries are too nice to live without.” Azriel shrugged one of his shoulders and Elain couldn’t help but agree, thinking of how easy his shadows made her day to day life.

After a beat of silence Elain said, “I remember everything about that night.”

“As do I,” Azriel said solemnly, and Elain knew they were both thinking back to that first solstice. “It was the night I first saw a future with you,” Azriel paused, but continued when Elain gave his hand an encouraging pat. “Spending that night with you, just talking, made me feel lighter. And hearing about your plans for your garden, I imagined myself there with you. Listening to the stories of why you chose which flowers, which ones gave you the most difficulties, and just being with you. Like when you had your tea while I went through my reports. That night where we stayed up talking, it made me realize that all my calmest, most peaceful moments have been with you, and it made me hope that we would have more moments like that in the future…It made me hope.”

Warm, salty tears streamed silently down Elain’s face.

“You,” Elain took a deep, steadying breath. “After my transition, you were the one who made me feel comforted. Normal. Human. It felt as if I was suffocating under everyone’s worry, but you realized what I was and what was happening to me, and you never pushed me. You would sit and listen and you just… you gave me exactly what I needed. That first Solstice, it was the first I could see myself with someone after Graysen. It wasn’t sexual for me at first — though I’m sure you know that I’ve always thought of you as beautiful — but I found myself being able to trust again because of you. Thank you for everything that you’ve done for me during that time.”

Azriel shook his head.

“Don’t thank me,” Azriel said, and Elain parted her lips to speak but Azriel kept going. “I was greedy, Elain. Yes, I wanted to help you and I cared for you, but I was desperate for you as well. To be in your presence. To feel because of you.”

Elain leaned forward to press a kiss into his cold cheek.

Azriel grinned down at her tear streaked face.

“And just so you know, I didn’t know that you thought I was beautiful the entire time.”

She tilted her head at him and narrowed her eyes.

“Please be serious. I was painfully obvious around you.”

“You were utterly devoted to Graysen.”

Elain rolled her eyes, but her lips twitched, knowing he knew he was being obtuse.

“Devoted, but not blind,” Elain admitted, nudging him with her shoulder playfully. A prideful, male smile bloomed across his mouth. “Azriel, we’re married, bonded together, and we make entirely too much love, surely it’s not that big of a surprise.”

Azriel shook his head, little snowflakes flying from his hair, but yet his grin grew.

“I know I’m a handsome male, or beautiful, as you say,” For a moment Elain thought he had swapped bodies with Rhysand for all the arrogance he was exuding. “But you hid it remarkably well at the time. It wasn’t until later, when you gave me the headache powder, that I realized you were looking at me. I thought you recognized my beauty, but I didn’t think I interested you,” Azriel paused for a moment. “And it’s incredibly flattering to know I could turn your head from Graysen.”

Elain rolled her eyes and playfully pinched his bicep.

“And?” Elain prompted.

“And?” Azriel repeated, his tone of voice teasing and Elain knew he wasn’t going to make this easy for her.

“Surely I turned your head? Just a bit?”

“Fishing for compliments, mo chroí?”

“I learned from the best — Rhysand.”

Azriel chuckled at that, but turned to her with affection shimmering in his eyes.

“I never knew humans could be so beautiful,” Azriel said and Elain felt herself flush. “And I didn’t want to cause any alarm, so I made sure to mask my scent that night.”

Elain nibbled on her lip feeling flattered.

“Truly?”

“Truly.”

“I think,” Elain said, turning the words over in her mind. “That we were always going to find each other.”

Azriel nodded in agreement.

Late in the night, the city's asleep

“This is stunning,” Elain breathed, taking in the sight of the town they were approaching. Eventually, they left the thick forest they were traveling in and found themselves trotting down a cobblestone street — the clip-clopping of the hooves reminded Elain of all the fairy stories she heard as a girl. “How did you know of this existence?”

Her large brown eyes looked around, staring at the buildings made of stone and laden with snow. The full moon caused the night to brighten up their surroundings in the way that can only happen on a snowy night.

“A perk of the job. And old age.” Azriel said, and Elain shook her head.

“I never knew you were this cheeky.” She said lovingly, pressing a small kiss to his lips.

The temperature must have dropped as the moon rose in the sky, but Elain felt warmer than ever. Her husband must have been playing fast and loose with the rules for what he deemed “human travel”, but Elain didn’t mind. She wanted to preen in his thoughtfulness.

Azriel cocked his head to the side and he gazed down at her.

“I asked Vassa before we left and she gave me some ideas for our honeymoon.”

Her love for him bubbled inside of her.

“I love you, so much I think I’ll explode.”

“The feeling’s mutual.” Azriel said warmly, leaning down to kiss his wife slowly and leisurely.

Elain forced herself back because two more moments of his lips on hers and Elain was certain she wouldn’t say no – she’d let him take her right there in the sleigh.

“I never knew this type of village existed in the human realm.” Elain admitted as they slowed down, stopping in front of a charming, hole-in-the-wall stone building. A sign that read The Holly and The Ivy swung delicately back and forth.

“Our lodgings for the night,” Azriel said, stepping out of the sleigh and offering Elain his hand. She placed hers graciously in his and let him lead her inside, where a stout old woman stood behind a wooden counter. Her red, fur lined coat looked cozy, and she peered up at them with wireframes glasses.

“Welcome!” She clapped her arthritic hands together, a smile bright on her face. “You must be the guests that Vassa told me of,” She waved her hands, gesturing for them to come in. “Please, please come in from the cold. I have your room all ready, and we’ll get your luggage for you, don’t you worry.”

She quickly scampered out from behind the counter, her gray hair was pulled back in a snug bun on the nape of her neck, and she curtsied as soon as she was in front of them.

“I’m Mrs. Cringle, my husband and I own this little Inn and we’re more than happy to welcome you for the night,” She stopped herself, her blue eyes blinking as she thought of something. “Vassa only mentioned one night, and I’m assuming that is correct, My Lord?”

Elain expected Azriel to correct her titling, but he simply nodded in agreement.

“Lovely,” The old woman clapped again. “Please follow me to your room, and you made perfect time. The festivities begin in one hour.”

“Festivities?” Elain questioned, looking at her husband, whose face gave nothing away.

“You’ll adore them,” Mrs. Cringle said from a few feet away, her small legs pushing her from the cozy lobby. Elain and Azriel quickly followed behind her. “It’s a bit of a secret, we wouldn’t want our little town to be overrun, you see, but we do so to love sharing our traditions with others. And at the Queen’s recommendation, well, it really is an honor for us.”

Elain delighted in hearing her speak. There was such joy and fondness in her words that giddiness sparked in her chest at whatever was planned.

“I’m very much looking forward to it,” Elain assured her, and even though Elain was looking at Mrs. Cringle's back, she could see the smile radiating off of her face. “And thank you for your hospitality.”

Mrs. Cringle waved her off.

“We are humbled to have friends of the Queen staying with us.” She said as she led Elain and Azriel up an old wooden staircase, and Elain looked over her shoulders to see how Azriel was faring with his wings. Her brows knotted as she took in their bent positions.

For a second Elain was struck by the fact that Mrs. Cringle didn’t seem at all surprised by two fae’s showing up at her doorstep, but perhaps Vassa warned her.

“Here you go,” Mrs. Cringle fit the brass key in the last room of the hall, but she didn’t turn it at all. “Your personal belongings are already inside, and please let me know if there’s anything I can do for you. I’ll be at the front desk.” She curtsied again before running off.

“What a lovely, odd little woman.” Elain remarked as Mrs. Cringle disappeared out of sight.

Azriel smiled as he turned the key in the knob and opened the door. He pushed the door open wide so that Elain could enter before him.

She took a tentative step through the door, not missing the mischievous gleam in Azriel’s eye, and peered wide-eyed into their room.

The first thing that she noticed was the roaring fire that cast the entire room in a golden glow. It instantly settled any nervousness that might have been fluttering inside of her, and as her eyes swept over the room Elain couldn’t help but smile.

It was just so cozy.

As if a bit of the Winter Court had made its way down to the human realm.

Against the far left wall was a massive four poster bed with lush crimson curtains tied to the head and foot of the bed with silver ropes. And the white comforter looked so snug and fluffy that Elain thought she could drown in it. All of the furniture in the room was massive and wooden and decorative — the air smelled of sweet cinnamon and spiced apples and pine.

It was impossible to have any worries in a room like this.

“It’s beautiful,” Elain said, stepping further into the room. Taking in the little nutcrackers that lined the bookshelves and the tiny bells sporadically placed in decoration. It wasn’t one of the rooms that Mor or Rhysand would have put together, it wasn’t intentionally stylish, but the charm was the way it was thrown together — imperfectly. “How much of this did you know about?” Elain asked, turning on her heels to look at him.

“Vassa gave me a brief description of what to expect here, and then I’ve been communicating with Mrs. Cringle for the rest. There’s a few surprises hidden for you in the room,” He smiled slightly as he took her in, just enough to showcase his dimples. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“Azriel,” Elain said gently, walking up to him. “I want you to know how incredibly thoughtful this is,” She pressed her lips against his and felt his breath hitch in his throat. “And you’re shaping up to be the best husband imaginable.”

“I like spoiling you.”

Elain blushed and said, “I think I like getting spoiled.”

Azriel kissed her lushly and quickly before pulling back and softly pushing her further into the room to explore.

When Elain managed to take her eyes off of Azriel, she noticed a silk emerald gown splayed across the white bedding. It had long lace sleeves, an embroidered bodice, and a heavy velvet skirt and next to it lay a white fur stole.

“Oh Azriel,” Elain sighed and ran her fingers over the soft, decadent fabric. “It’s beautiful.”

“I thought you would like it,” Azriel said, walking up behind her. “And I have to admit I look forward to seeing you wearing it. And taking it off of you.”

“You can’t rip it,” Elain said seriously. “It’s too pretty to rip.”

Azriel sighed, as if not ripping her dress off was a horrendous chore.

“I’ll try to contain myself.”

Elain narrowed her eyes at him and then changed the subject, not wanting to give him any more ideas.

“I believe you mentioned multiple surprises. As in plural. More than one.”

Azriel grinned and dropped to one knee before her. And while it was a lovely sight, Elain was a bit confused.

“I think we’re already passed this part. We’re already married.”

His grin widened.

“There are many things that I can do for you on my knees,” Azriel said, his words warming the room. “I’m simply assisting you with your boots.”

Elain placed her hands on his strong shoulders to steady herself, not wanting to fall over in front of him. With her luck she’d break an ankle and ruin their entire honeymoon.

“Can fae break their ankles?” Elain asked, ignoring Azriel’s warm and rough hand on the back of her stockinged calf.

“Is there something you’d like to tell me, mo chroí? Because I do have some hard limits, but I thought we’d be married for a few centuries before we got to that point.”

Elain batted him on the shoulder.

“If I were to fall over, accidentally, it’s possible for me to break my ankle? Twist or sprain it?”

Her boot hit the floor with a thunk and Azriel leaned back on his haunches.

“What’s going through your mind?”

Elain spoke after a beat of silence.

“Everything is just going so wonderfully, and I don’t want to mess anything up.” She admitted in a small voice, taking the comfort Azriel offered when he squeezed her calf.

“Even if you broke your ankle, Mother forbid, we’d still have a lovely time together. Because it’s our honeymoon. Just us. And even if Devlon himself came bursting through the door, nothing would ruin this.”

“Really?” Elain asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Truly, though if Devlon arrived I suppose it would mark the end of our honeymoon. I’d like the bloodshed to be kept to a minimum.”

“Such a gentlemale.” Elain smiled, picking up her hand and running her fingers through his dark hair.

Azriel worked off her other shoe, and Elain was relieved when both of her ankles were intact.

“How much time do we have before the festivities begin?”

“About forty minutes.” Azriel said, running his hands up and down Elain’s thighs.

Elain nodded, turning her thoughts over in her mind.

“I think we should bathe together tonight,” Elain thought aloud. “I have a feeling this place has the most fantastic bathtub. And enough space for you to lounge your wings. Did you like it when I cleaned them for you?”

“Very much.” Azriel replied, his eyes golden and heady as he thought about the night before.

“I very much liked cleaning them for you,” Elain said, leaning forward to run her hand over the strong membrane. The suppleness underneath her fingers never stopped astounding her. “I was worried the cloth was too rough.”

“It was a bit,” Azriel said, taking her free hand and kissing her palm. “But otherwise I probably would have embarrassed myself.”

“I do like to play with your wings,” Elain said in a low voice. “And to bring you pleasure.”

Azriel’s head fell forward and nestled into her soft belly.

“We don’t have time for this.”

“Sorry.” Elain said, sighing and wishing she hadn’t put up such a fight this morning so that they could be together now.

“You know,” Elain pouted. “You should have just ravished me this morning.”

Azriel harrumphed.

“I’ll ravish you plenty tonight, mo chroí.” Azriel said, rising to his feet.

“You better.”

Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep

Elain’s breath clouded the air as she and Azriel walked through the opening of the courtyard — one of the most beautifully decorative environments she had ever seen. Moonlight and candles lit the cobblestone pathway where brilliantly red poinsettias were placed around the perimeter of the walkway, guiding them to the murmur of voices in a location Elain couldn’t quite pinpoint yet.

The night sky was clear. The stars almost as bright as those back home in the Night Court. The chilled night air playfully bit at her cheeks and Elain leaned further into Azriel’s side.

“This is marvelous.” Elain breathed, her wide eyes taking in the pine wreaths and garland strung around the old stone pillars.

“I thought you would like it. Does it remind you of your childhood?”

Elain’s eye’s caught those of her husband, his golden hazel eyes burning bright.

“Yes,” Elain replied, smiling. “My early winter memories are similar to this, but this is by far cozier and more welcoming. It reminds me of the stories we would tell around this time of year. I’m sure you’re aware of the lore.”

Azriel bent his head, the indent of his dimple shadowing his face.

“What is it?” Elain whispered. “What do you know that I don’t?”

They rounded a corner and Elain, so caught up in her husband, almost missed where the ground dropped off.

Azriel’s large hand tightened around her waist, drawing her closer to his side.

A soft gasp fell from Elain’s lips and she saw the open air theater below them. The stone steps were steep as they sloped down, and the rounded rows of seats were filled with what appeared to be everyone in the village - all of whom were dressed in their winter’s best. A sea of crimson red, evergreen green, shining silver, and sparkling gold - all facing the festive stage.

Azriel slowly led her down the steps until they arrived at the only two empty seats in the theater, right in the very first row.

“This is marvelous.” Elain whispered, her eyes wide as they took in her surroundings.

“Just wait.” Azriel whispered against her ear as the lights dimmed.

Dancers floated onto the stage - the scene vaguely familiar as realization dawned through Elain.

The ballerinas began to tell the tale of one of her favorite stories; A story of sugar plum fairies and mouse kings. She had always wanted to see it performed live, but her family had lost its fortune before Elain had the chance, and the fae looked down upon human tales and rarely (if ever) performed them. But Elain had the fondest memory of this book as a child, and she shouldn’t have been surprised that Azriel had tucked away that tidbit of information.

He really did remember everything about her.

Elain watched breathless, on the edge of her seat, as the magical story unfolded before her. The elegance and craft of the human ballerina’s almost made her believe they were truly fae in disguise.

All too soon the ballet came to an end. The lights lit up again and the roar of applause filled the air, and Elain clapped heartily with the rest of the awestruck audience. A broad smile pulled at her lips as she silently hoped the ballerinas would do a second performance.

Her brown eyes turned to Azriel, who was already gazing at her in adoration, and said, “Thank you for bringing me here.”

“The night’s not over yet.” Azriel grinned brightly and Elain felt her heart contract in her chest.

Azriel helped her to her feet and the pair of them followed the ebb of the crowd as they slowly moved back up the old stone stairs. Surprisingly, no one turned to gawk at the winged Shadowsinger who stood apart from the crowd. Even though he was the only one with wings, it was as if they were used to his presence.

“Have you been here before?” Elain asked as they slowly made their way up the steps and Azriel shook his head, but his eyes still glowed merrily, as if he was waiting for her to realize something.

Elain narrowed her eyes at him slightly, feeling left in the dark.

“There’s something magical about this place, I can feel it.” Elain said, her eyes sweeping around the courtyard again as they crested the top of the steps - but the courtyard was completely different than it was before. Some of the decorations were cleared away and a stone floor meant for dancing appeared and was lined with two long, massive tables packed full of decadent food and desserts.

Awe bubbled in her chest, but Elain turned to Azriel and asked, “What is this place?” Azriel merely smiled and held his hand up as a quartet of stringed instruments filled the air, silently pushing her towards the dance floor.

She placed her slightly chilled hand into his warm one as he led her to the dancefloor, where couples were already twirling around under the moonlight. As soon as they stepped onto the floor, Azriel was whisking her away gracefully and perfectly in time with the other dancers. His charming smile and shimmering eyes were all Elain could focus on as she let herself melt into the dance.

The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury

Eventually, Elain and Azriel broke free of the dancefloor, but the music continued. They drifted over to the side table that called to Elain - the sweet smell of gingerbread beckoned to her. It was always one of her favorites in the chilled, frostbitten months.

Azriel held a plate in each hand and Elain was filling them with sweets, inspecting each and everyone - admiring the skill and craft that went into every pastry - before piling it onto their plates.

Elain was looking at a cream puff in great detail when she heard an amused voice asking, “Is everything to your liking?”

She looked up from the puff and saw Mrs. Cringle standing there, light amusement dancing across her face as she looked at Elain, who smiled in return.

“Everything has been so delightful,” Elain said, setting the pastry down sheepishly. “The skill of the ballerinas was incomparable, and all the dancing and, well,” She gestured to their surroundings. “Everything has been magnificent. Thank you so much for letting us join on such short notice.”

Mrs. Cringle's eyes creased in delight.

“I’m so happy you could join us,” She said, smiling whole-heartedly. “My husband is traveling this time of year, and I always get so lonely without him, so we started this tradition,” Something caught her attention behind Elain’s back, her eyes drifting away and Mrs. Cringle nodded slightly. “Please excuse me, but enjoy the rest of your night. If you need me, just ask anyone and they can find me.”

Elain tried to bite back her curiosity, but it won out in the end.

“What is this place?” Elain asked, gripping Azriel at his bent forearm and she narrowed her eyes at his soft laughter.

“Look around Elain, truly look.” Azriel said gently.

Elain took a steadying breath, her eyes sweeping around her once again. She noticed that no matter how people grabbed a handheld pie, or a shortbread, there was never a shortage of food…that the music was coming from…nowhere…no, there on a balcony tucked away behind curtains of red velvet Elain saw an enchanted quartet - the instruments playing and plucking themselves.

She turned to look at the human across from her - a slender woman with pale skin and pale curls and pale eyes - and while she paid no attention to Elain, her movements were more graceful than any human, but not as inhuman as fae.

Elain’s brow furrowed as she studied her closer. Concentrating as she pushed away the magic that hung in the air…Her skin was glowing, almost incandescently, and her ears were pointed similar to those of a high fae, but hers were more rounded - like a pear.

Elain blinked and turned to Azriel.

“It can’t be.”

Azriel’s grinned widened.

“It’s the stuff of lore, not real life,” Elain said, taking in her surroundings with a fresh set of eyes. “Elves?” Elain mouthed the word and Azriel nodded in confirmation. He handed her one of the plates and placed a warm hand on the small of her back, leading her away from the mass of people to speak quietly.

“I thought they were myths.” Elain whispered as they stood against a stone wall.

“They chose to become one,” Azriel said lowly, nodding to them as they engaged in their festivities. “Thousands of years ago they let themselves be forgotten, and this is the only colony in existence,” Azriel explained. “While there might be a family in hiding here or there, there are only certain people who know that this exists.”

“Were they truly hunted?” Elain asked quietly, and Azriel gave a solemn nod.

“Brutally so,” Azriel confirmed. “Somehow, humans and fae alike believed that their bones possessed magical properties, and it was believed that if you made weapons out of them it would kill both the physical form and the spiritual form.”

“Did it?” Elain asked before she could stop herself, a chill going down her spine.

“No,” Azriel said, his eyes darkening. “But no matter how often it was disproven, the rumor was still believed to be true. So, they disappeared from living memory and let themselves turn to myths. I can’t say I blame them.”

Revulsion and sympathy crashed through Elain’s being as she looked at the elves.

“It’s an honor to be here.” Elain whispered, watching their lives unfold before her.

“It shows how trusting they are of Vassa, to allow us to be here based upon her recommendation alone.” Azriel said, and Elain nodded in agreement.

“Did you know of this existence before talking with Vassa?” Elain asked and Azriel nodded.

“Yes and no,” Azriel said. “Throughout my years as a spy I knew that elves were alive and that there was mostly a village somewhere, but I had no idea where. Or what their lives were like.”

“And Mrs. Cringle is…?” Elain asked.

“A different legend all together,” Azriel replied and motioned to Elain’s plate. “I’ll answer all of your questions later, but replenish your energy for another round of dancing, wife.”

Elain smiled and bit into a pastry, absorbing every magical flavor.

– – –

By the end of the night, Elain was both giddy and exhausted as she and Azriel staggered back to their room. Flames tumbled in the ornate fireplace, keeping the room perfectly toasty on a cold winter’s night. The windows were frosted on the outside, and Elain was surprised to see fat snowflakes floating down from the dark sky.

“No one truly understands elf magic,” Azriel said, taking in the surprise on her face and reading her mind. “But I would assume it'd be similar to that of the fae.”

Elain nodded, turning to smile at her husband.

“Thank you,” Elain said, taking a step towards him and placing her hands flat against his chest. His heartbeat a comforting thunder under her palms. “For this wonderful experience - for everything.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” Azriel said, bringing his hands up to cover hers. “I want to do this for you. You deserve a memorable honeymoon. You deserve the entire world.”

Elain stood on her tiptoes to place a delicate kiss on Azriel’s lips. Sinking into his warmth, letting her eyes fall shut to savor the feel of him. Soon, they would be back home, but for now she was enjoying this time with him. Soon they’d have to face Devlon, but he was the farthest thing from Elain’s mind as she felt her husband’s tongue brushing against her lips.

A low, sensual moan pulled out of Elain’s throat as their tongues met.

Azriel’s hands left hers and went to push down her fur stole.

The room became warmer, headier as Azriel kissed her, slowly backing her towards the bed.

Elain let her hands fall from his chest so that the garment fell to the floor, and soon after Elain’s dress went with it. They undressed each other slowly, taking in each other's bare bodies in the glow of the fire.

Warmth bloomed through Elain at the sight of Azriel’s body, somehow she still wasn’t used to his hardened muscles or his male beauty. She truly didn’t think she’d ever be.

Elain swore she saw faint threads of silver and gold connecting their bodies in the scarce distance that separated them. Azriel, however, didn’t seem to notice as he gazed down at her - his eyes locked on her.

One of his hands tangled in her hair, tilting his chin up so he could claim her lips in a searing kiss before they fell onto the bed behind Elain.

His body was on top of her and in hers the entire night. Claiming her in every way.

When Elain woke the next morning, her body was tucked into Azriel’s, his wing cocooning them over the thick, fluffy comforter.

Golden light was streaming in through the frosty windows and a silly, sleepy smile graced Elain’s face as she felt the tell-tale ache between her thighs.

“Good morning,” Elain said softly, turning to face Azriel, his eyes wide awake as his face came into view. “Are we allowed to sleep in this morning, or do we have a schedule to keep to?” Elain teased before placing a sleepy kiss to his lips.

A smile played on Azriel’s lips.

“We have a few moments before we have to leave,” Azriel said, kissing her deeply and sliding one hand over the soft skin of her leg before grasping her behind the knee and pulling her leg up over his hip. He nudged at her entrance. “I can think of a good way to spend it.” He mumbled against her lips as he pushed inside of her.

Elain moaned in pleasure as her husband leisurely made love to her.

Is the end of all the endings?

“I feel so official, traveling with the Spymaster,” Elain said, setting into the cabin onboard a merchant ship. The mattress underneath her was lumpy with a threadbare blanket digging into her elbows - a far cry from the embodiment of comfort she woke up in that morning. After their morning lovemaking, Azriel urged her out of bed and they quickly left the colony of elves. It was as if the entire village was asleep because they didn’t see a single soul as they made their way through the town. The horses and sleigh were in the same position as they had left it. “Maybe I’ll accompany you on one of your missions someday.”

“Hmmm.” Azriel remarked, testing on the lock and deadbolt on their door.

Their luggage appeared on the floor, in a cloud of shadows, which swarmed Elain kindly before disappearing.

“You wouldn’t want me to join you?” Elain asked, a mock pout on her lips.

Azriel’s hazel eyes met hers over his shoulder.

“I’d love for you to stay far away from any and all of my missions.” Azriel said honestly.

Elain let a beat of silence pause in the air before responding.

“You can’t hide me away from danger,” Elain said quietly. “No matter how much you may want to.”

Azriel’s taunt body turned towards her, his shoulder leaning against the closed cabin door.

“I know,” Azriel said, “And I know you’re incredibly powerful and we’ve only tapped the surface for everything you’re capable of,” Shadows darkened his corner of the room. “But I fear that I’d put you above any mission assigned to me - no, I know I’d always choose you, Elain. Prythian be damned.”

Elain’s toes curled in her boots.

“Then we are one and the same.” Elain said, sitting up straight on the small bed.

Silence filled the room, realizing what they both admitted to each other, and Elain asked, “Where are we going? Are you allowed to tell me, or is it another surprise?”

Azriel gave her a smile, the one that showed off his dimple, and said, “I can tell you.”

“And we’re going to…?” Elain trailed off, prompting Azriel to fill in the blank.

“Have you ever heard of the Golden Carnival?” Azriel asked.

Elain furrowed her brow, searching her brain for some recollection and found nothing, so she shook her head.

“It’s described as living luxury, decadent incarnate,” Azriel said, a sly grin on his face as he spoke. “A celebration held over multiple days. I’ve been a few times in the past,” His grin faded. “And if one knows where to look, then they can find any sin to indulge in. Masks are required to be worn for all who participate,” A tingling spread through Elain’s veins, a rush of emotions (both pleasant and unpleasant) fizzled inside of her. “And there are no such spectacles in the world like it.”

“And that’s where we are going?” Elain asked slowly, raising her eyebrows as her husband.

“Can you guess where it is?” Azriel asked, smiling cheekily at her.

Elain pursed her lips, combing through her brain to try and salvage a guess.

“If I had to guess,” She started, relishing in the spark in Azriel’s eyes. “I’d say that this has Helion written all over it.”

Azriel nodded at her.

“It’s in the heart of the Day Court, luckily enough,” Azriel confirmed. “As you can guess, the Golden Carnival was paused during Amarantha’s reign, and after. But this is the first time that Helion feels it’s safe to start the tradition again.”

“And we’re allowed to go?” Elain asked, to which Azriel simply shrugged.

“As I said, identities are kept secret and masks are worn. And we don’t need the permission from anyone other than Helion himself to attend.”

A grin pulled at Elain’s mouth.

“It sounds thrilling,” Elain admitted, excitement bubbling inside of her. “And this ship will take us there?”

Azriel nodded in confirmation. “Helion is one of the few High Lord’s willing to trade with humans, and you wanted to experience travel, so I thought I’d give you some variety.”

Elain laughed, silently pleased that within a day Azriel had them traveling by sleigh and ship, giving her every experience possible.

“I can’t wait.”

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꒰ 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 ꒱ 심재윤

summary : you can't tell the difference between love and war, and your boyfriend's sleep-talking only confirms what you knew you were heading full-speed towards

genre : angst tws : language, angst, implied cheating, implied asshole!jake, non-idol!au author notes : i love writing sad stuff too bad so sad word count : 1.7k

the air was stale; moving only when the man who slept peacefully next to me would stir. he was so far on the edge of the bed, i feared that a couple more tosses and he'd become acquainted with the floor. however, right now it was difficult for me to find a care in the world with a piercing knife through my heart. but, i'd been kissing it's blunt edge for a while, and it's only a matter of time before it was sharpened and plunged straight through my chest.

i wanted to be shocked, say it was a blindspot i forgot to check before merging, yet it seemed i needed him more than he ever needed me.

the memories i'd one day have to learn to live without clung to my head, spinning it with the ceiling fan i couldn't tear my eyes from. the air was hard to breathe, thick with a suffocating smog as the name rolled so effortlessly off his tongue.

as if he couldn't twist the knife lodged so deeply and hurt me any more: it wasn't my name he slept-talked. it wasn't me who roamed his dreamland. i wasn't the one he promised eternity to — not truly, and it sent a poison straight up my veins.

i felt stupid to believe such a naive thought; to believe in him. i turned a blind-eye to the red-flags i swore i could bleach. for so long, i wondered if there would ever be a silver-lining to the misery i found myself knee-deep in. however, i think i always knew in the back of my mind that people don't change just because you want them to.

and what i wanted was forever while he only wanted a year-long one night stand; a body to crawl back and into whenever he pleased.

i felt conflicted as the pictures flashed behind my eyes. i couldn't have always been his second-choice, but maybe suffering was easier than facing the truth. maybe, in reality, love could be too red — or on the other hand, it wasn't love at all.

i felt homesick — or perhaps it was just sick. maybe i had painted him so well in a facade i forgot who he even was to begin with. he was apathetic in a dream-state, and i wondered if that would change if he was awake. if he could see my bloodshot eyes, would he even give half a fuck in my direction?

i hate to think it, but were the words he said even really meant for me? were the i love you's just to keep me from saying goodbye? my stomach twisted like a stormy-ocean and i felt a tear escape the side of my eye, rolling down my cheek and finding place against the sheets.

he knew me, all of me. every inch of myself has been on display and i wondered if he even liked what he saw — if he even saw me to begin with. i couldn't help but feel like i was strung up and toyed with for his personal gain.

and then, he said it again.

i wondered if the name was asleep right now, meeting him just as he was her. or if she laid awake and pleaded to the moon for myself to be out of the picture.

i feared in the coming sunrise her lucky-star would die and grant the wish.

my nails dug into my palms, leaving little crescents that reflected the moon that lit the room so dimly. it was hard to believe that our rainbow hadn't just been a bunch of beige shades he pretended to like.

he turned over and i wondered if he'd even reach out to me if i wasn't between his sheets. there must've been something wrong with me for him to only truly be my lover when the lights were off. and i didn't want a lover in the night. i wanted to call him mine, have him say it back and mean it. i couldn't just pretend like i didn't know this day would come, but nonetheless, it didn't stop me from feeling like a participation trophy he was embarrassed to show-off.

i feared his price of love was too high a price to pay, and the hardest part of gambling is knowing when to fold — when you've lost the game you keep rolling the dice to.

reluctantly, i sat up and dipped the bed, not realizing how drenched in sweat the anxiety had made me. the room seemed to darken when his unconscious state blurred between it and the tears that flooded my eyes.

a groggy voice sliced through the hair-raising silence, "y/n?" i was bleeding out, and the blood was all over his hands.

"where are you go — a-are you crying?"

i wanted to feign ignorance, say that i had a bad dream, but this nightmare — hell — wasn't worth killing my reality over. any longer and, i'm sure, the only way i'd make it out is in a bodybag.

but, would that really be so bad?

desperately, i wanted him to follow me throughout his apartment, put his shoes on and run out into the rain after me. read my mind and beg for forgiveness. tell me i had the wrong idea, and was stupidly imagining things. but, on the contrary, i've always been good at wishful thinking. actually, he probably thought he had me so tightly leashed that it wouldn't be the last time i found myself in his bed. but, the rain only soaked one of us and i couldn't face the image of looking back and it being a shut door. still, i couldn't stop myself and that's when i broke down, knees buckling from under me, splashing against the puddle and seeping through my — his — clothes.

the worst part? i didn't even hate him for it.

i was so addicted to the drug running through my veins that i'd have done almost anything to get my fix. he was a vice — a bad habit i know i needed rehab for.

and, maybe that's why the fantasy of leaving never happened. maybe that's why i was sat against the sheets, completely dry, staring doe-eyed at the man who had me so tightly chained in his closet of bodies.

i know i can't help if he meets someone better suited to him, but i also couldn't help the tide pulling me under with the current of despair.

as much as i had feared the betrayal, i think i already knew the answer to the questions that danced around me like ghosts. he was the love of my life, but i was only a love in his; something disposable the moment he saw a shiny and new pearl necklace.

he mumbled through a groggy accent, “y/n, what’s up? it’s late, let’s not do this now.”

he left a bitter taste in my mouth; a pretty venom he spit with every word, with or without realization. he should’ve cared that his girlfriend was crying, but it only really mattered if it interrupted his time away from me — his time with her.

he was everything i'd ever needed at the end of everything. earlier, if i was to go i would've, easily, been contempt. he was my life-support and now he was pulling the plug. but, is it truly better to die by the hands of someone you love? i guess, in reality, i knew the answer, living lifelessly for someone else all this time. i suppose, maybe, it was better than dying lonely because, at least it was him that would be my undoing. at least, it was his face, voice, and touch that would linger in whatever afterlife seemed fit.

and it seemed that though our love had died, i just couldn’t hold the funeral and call it a memorial. i wanted to celebrate our life, but i can’t help but feel like it had slipped through my fingers like it was just air to begin with.

he was all i’ve ever wanted. all i ever knew. but now it was dawning on me that all i’ve ever craved was fake — and i’ll admit, for some time i was okay loving that lie. i was okay being too you and dumb to know what love even was, but that was before i fell for him. that was before he was the only thing that consistently crossed my mind — day, night, afternoon, dawn — he was the only person who had infiltrated every part of me and maybe, at the end of the day, i liked the pretty poison running through me, because if i was only his lover in the night now, at least i was still his lover.

i chewed my lip, "i'm fine." i mumbled, crumpling the duvet over my legs. those damned words were a lie i got used to saying and he got used to hearing — believing. it was better this way; to fein ignorance and tell fables to each other like bedtime stories, like if we said them enough they would become true.

i knew how much more i could take, and even though he's done something that for anyone else would be unforgivable, i wasn't swayed hard enough to hate him. and i, truthfully, don't know why. but the way his arms felt around me, or the way that he, despite not loving me, knew me so fucking well told me through the noise in my head that i wasn't ready to go. i didn't know how to be on my own, and i just wished he felt the same somewhere deep down. but the despised voices are loud, and i also know that if i stay, he will be the death of me. my peace of mind was fleeting. i wanted to hate him — i wanted to hate the continuous circle that kept me coming back like clockwork.

i wondered if after a blissful year the name he wanted so bad would feel the same. i wondered if we'd eventually board the same boat and sink as i am now. truthfully, i wondered a lot, and jake was no short of non-answered questions. he was a mystery i spent my time trying to solve, despite coming up short of evidence. he was a pretty crier, and an even prettier liar. he was everything i ever needed at the end of my world. the sun i orbited — the saturn to the rings i spun for him.

but, even i knew there was nothing left to decode anymore. he was always just a window i refused to look through. he dug my grave, and now we had to lie in it.

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Yandere weed man x reader (she/her pronouns for reader.)

Weed man’s Pinterest.

Kian Johnson (the plug)

TRIGGER WARNING⚠️-cussing , weed , drug use , yandere behavior , mentions of stalking kinda of ,mentions of violence. POSITIVELY DO NOT READ IF EASILY TRIGGERED.-enjoy the fall.-🐇♦️🖤

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“She piss me off, somehow she still get whatever she want.”

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He can’t get you out of his head… no matter what he does , he tries hooking up with other woman listening to music to shut his thoughts up he tries to smoke the thoughts away…but he still can’t stop thinking about you. Every thought is about you.. your his client for god sake … hell he even stopped charging you for the weed he gives you.

So when your texting him that you need a gram , you best believe he’ll be they’re in 30 seconds, I mean he was already in your neighborhood for no werid reason he definitely wasn’t stalking you or anything!… he was….

“Yo y/n..” he says as he walks up to your car, hoping in the passenger seat , “hey kian, your really fast , I just texted you not even a minute ago.” You say grabbing the money out of your purse, he slightly chuckles , “yeah I was… in the neighborhood… had some business to take care of.” You nod your head in response as you count the money , “well… here you go kian , the money is all there” you slightly smile at him , “don’t worry about it ma , it’s on the house” he smiles back at you , all kian could think about was how pretty you are … and how bad he wants to ruin you. You break him out of your thoughts, “you sure? I mean I feel bad , it feels like I’m robbing you!” You slightly laugh , “eh , it’s okay ma , don’t worry about it “ he laughs too , you shrug , “well i feel bad , so how about you smoke some with me?” You say as you get ready to roll the blunt.

“Wait hold up… I thought you did like her?!” You say as you laugh , you sit back in your driver seat getting more comfortable , “nah. Honestly I couldn’t stand her.” Kian shrugs his shoulders in response chuckling a bit , “so if you didn’t like her .. then who did you like?!” You say taking a sip out of your water bottle to help your cotton mouth from smoking, you smile thinking back on old high school memories you and kian shared , “Well I can’t say who it is .” He says leaning back into the passenger seat lighting the blunt again, “why? , I promise I won’t say anything!” You say as you lightly grab his shoulder, “it’s not that I’m worried you’ll say something… I’m just worried about what you’ll say.” Honestly you couldn’t tell what he meant by that… as he puts the blunt to his mouth , you can’t help but look at the way his jaw line looks as he smokes the blunt , his jaw line is so sharp it could almost cut glass , he is attractive, you always thought he was hot even in high school, “you see something you like ma?.” He says as he breaks you out of your thoughts, you immediately get flustered, you look away immediately , “…..if I said yes , what would you do?” You say genuinely curious, you look back to him , and he smirks , “hmmm… I don’t know . What would you want me to do?.” He says as he passes the blunt to you , before you could respond you phone starts ringing.

It’s your ex calling , you been annoyed by him , all he wants is for you two to get back together, but you reject him every time , you sigh out looking at the caller ID , and without any warning, kian snatches your phone out of your hand , “hey-“ he cuts you off , “yo.” He says as puts your phone up to his ear , you can’t really hear what your ex is saying but you know he’s mad , any man would if a guy answered your ex girlfriends phone , “….she’s busy right now bro.” Kian says he looks at you and smirks , you can kinda of make out what your ex is saying, just a bunch of “I’ll beat your ass!” And “are you her new boyfriend or something? It doesn’t matter I’ll still beat you up!” And with that kian responds , he laughs a bit “okay… If you really want to do that , I’ll drop the address… I’m not scared of you . And y/n doesn’t want your pathetic ass anyways…now lose her phone number, or I’ll fuck you up.” He says as he hangs up the phone , your in shock , you don’t even know what to say , part of you feels like he didn’t need to do that , you could’ve of easily told your ex off , but the other part of you is flattered. You just grab your phone , “would you seriously beat him up?.” You say as you pass the blunt back to kian , he takes a hit , then grabs your phone again opening it up to your messages between you and your ex , he reads some of them , most of them desperate messages from your ex , he then types and sends the messages, he than passes the phone back to you.

“2425 Kingston avenue. Pull up if you ain’t scared. - kian.”

“W-what , no way you actually sent him the address!” You say in shock , kian shrugs rolling the window down a bit , “I did . And if he comes through then I’ll just whoop his ass. Simple as that. I don’t play when it comes to you ma.” He looks at you grinning a bit , you can see his dimples, you can’t tell if your annoyed with this or turned on cause he’s so attractive.

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A/n- sorry this was so short , I’m sick again 😑 , and I wanted to get something out , but lmk if you wanna see more of kian.🫶🏼 he’s literally a thug I need him fr lol.

#Spotify #yandere #yandere blog #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere shitpost #yandere oc #yandere plug

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ranking the ada by how good the blunt rotation is.

number one is kenji. he is a good young man and never touches it which is why he’s the best. other people get really weird when they’re sober around high people and start treating them like little kids. but kenji looks at you like this 😃 carries entire cases of water bottles to you and tells you stories about cows and gardening that would be so fucking boring sober, but are absolutely resplendent when you’re high as fuck. he can one hand carry you to bed too so you don’t have wander through The Fog to curl up in the sheets if you green out. unfortunately the one downside is that if you smoke in front of kenji kunikida puts a gun to your head

two is tanizaki. he’s just so totally chill about it. he owns a beautiful ornate bong that always has crystal clear water. you sit there and smoke and eat fritos the whole time and it’s beautiful. now unfortunately his illusion is super freaky so if he’s high and using his ability you might have a bad time. but also he could make sesame street appear before your eyes and you’d have such a beautiful time.

coming in at number three definitely atsushi. the first time he smokes he is terrified horrified crying shaking sooo nervous but the second time you can tell he did a bunch of research and suddenly he’s like super expert at it. or less that he’s expert and more that he’s so desperate to prove he’s good at it he starts taking furious bong rips so fast you think he’ll die and his ability is probably the only reason he survives. also he becomes insanely hilarious and out of pocket

fukuzawa at four. this experience would be heavenly. you’d feel like an eighty year old lounging on the front porch in the sun. you smoke from a perfectly rolled joint and listen to him share every opinion he has on everyone in the ada or whatever and then he starts showing you pictures of his cats. he has a medical marijuana card for joint pain. he tells you he loves you and starts listing all your strengths and then lovingly explaining in vivid detail how he thinks you can improve.

kunikida at five purely for humor factor i think. in high school he was a super stoner and now he has seven bongs hidden under his bed. if you somehow got him to smoke with you he would manage to, in mere hours, procure the most amazing heavenly fresh weed you’ve ever smoked. you’ve gone to the garden of eden. unfortunately (and the reason why this is number four) he gets high and starts like reading shit from his ideals notebook to you and now you know too much about his ideal woman. and the next day he refuses to look you in the eyes. BUT he would be great at taking care of others while high i think — he’s the guy making sure everyone guzzles water at the sesh

lucy at number 6 for sure. the weed she gives you is so strong so lightning mcqueen quick-hitting so pungent… it’s probably a new strain called rainbow ballzapper4000 that francis bought from an illegal dispensary in america and she’s been waiting for the perfect moment to smoke it. she would end up taking you to her stupid pocket dimension because she would think it’s really really funny but you would feel like you’re trapped in your own personal hell. a mirage of pink and candy lord almighty. and you would be rapidly weakening shriveling up dying while she only gains strength. and you would want to kiss her

naomi at 7. i would rather kill myself than think about this further

number eight definitely yosano like this would be hell. because she would be so beautiful and transcendent and funny and cool and suave while you’re absolutely fucked up with whatever bullshit hopped up illegal strain she just presented you with. and if you started greening out she’d like give you water or whatever but then she would decide the height of comedy is like describing all the ways you could suddenly die in that moment. “did you know you could get vitamin E lung poisoning from smoking carts? do your lungs feels tight right now? 😃” and it would almost seem like she hoped you say yes. however she would actually try to keep your physical well-being in mind and she would make sure you ate and drank and got to bed ok etc

nine dazai. the ninth circle of hell. i would rather smoke with like francis or something than with this guy. dazai hears “smoke sesh” and asks chuuya to procure him weed and chuuya goes to his basement where he has the saddest most shriveled up little plant and he carefully harvests some flower and carefully prepares it and carefully rolls up two joints and kisses them both (in case dazai smokes from them both) and then you smoke this sad weed that barely hits and you sit there and wait to get high and dazai doesn’t even smoke anything. and you’re like dazai what the fuck. and then dazai pulls something out of his pocket and it’s fentanyl laced shit he got from somewhere else and he starts talking about how much he hopes it’ll work. and then he stares wide eyed and pathetic faced at you and starts ranting about how much he hates chuuya. and then he hands you the fent laced weed

last ranpo. if you start greening out he just starts reading you to fucking filth and you’re mentally destroyed for a week.

#tw drugs #bsd #bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #kenji miyazawa #atsushi nakajima #ranpo edogawa #kunikida doppo #fukuzawa yukichi #yosano akiko #lucy maud montgomery #naomi bsd #tanizaki junichirou

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Hellooooo you can totally ignore this!!! But having Al brain rot and imagining getting it on with him somewhere semi-private on one of his movie sets when Bettye comes across you guys mid... ahem

Bettye would not even bat an eye 🤣

18+ content below the cut.

There was something truly magical about France.

The sights. The food. The wine.

The fact that you and Al hadn’t been able to keep your hands off each other—even more than usual.

His latest project was currently filming on location in the South of France, and he had managed to secure a spot for you so that you could travel with him.

“Can’t go a whole month without you, baby doll,” he’d told you when he’d surprised you with your ticket.

While you were thoroughly enjoying the breathtaking scenery of the Mediterranean, you had to admit that you were even more enthralled by the opportunity to watch your boyfriend at work.

He was so focused. So dominant. So in control.

It was incredibly sexy.

And you never failed to let him know it.

Though he was often extremely busy during the day, putting out one fire after another, he always managed to make time for little secret rendezvous on set, away from the prying eyes of everyone else on the production team.

Today, the two of you had managed to sneak away to a small, deserted stable on the grounds of the villa where filming had been taking place all week.

“Oh, Al,” you whimpered, biting down sharply on your lower lip as he thrust into you, his hips rolling in a way that had you clinging to him in desperation. Your heels had long since fallen into the dust, and your pretty yellow sundress was bunched up around your waist, your ankles locked behind your lover’s back as he ground into you, the plush head of his cock kissing that spot deep inside you that made you see stars.

“Sh, baby doll,” Al groaned, his fingertips pressing into your spine as he continued to rut inside you, his mouth devouring yours in a hungry kiss that swallowed up your desperate moans. He could feel your thighs trembling and knew that you were close.

Burying your fingers in his curls, you tugged harshly to indicate that you were about to fall over the edge, your breathing ragged as the two of you finally broke apart. Al was panting as he pressed hot kisses to your collarbone, nipping at your skin and pulling you even more tightly against him.

“Come on, baby doll. You’re so close, I can feel it,” he grunted, one hand sliding down to your thigh and squeezing as he felt you clenching around him.

“Al!” you cried out, not even caring how loud you were now. “Fuck, Al! Al!”

“Oh, shit. I should have known.”

Your eyes flew open and you gasped in horror at the sound of Bettye’s amused voice, scrambling to tug your dress down and burying your face in Al’s neck.

Al seemed only slightly less embarrassed, huffing in frustration as he glanced across the stable at his friend, who was representing several actors in the film.

“Bettye, I’ll be right there, alright?” he called out, cradling the back of your head comfortingly.

“Don’t worry, I’m covering my eyes,” she called back, in that blunt way that was just so classic Bettye. “You’re lucky it was me who found you and not one of the production assistants! Those kids would have pissed themselves,” she laughed. “I figured I’d find you like this when I couldn’t find either of you on set.”

“Um, Bettye, would you mind?” you mumbled sheepishly, utterly mortified.

“Oh yeah! Sure thing! How long should I tell them you’ll be? Five minutes? Ten minutes?” Bettye asked, her voice sounding slightly farther away.

“I’ll be there in five minutes,” Al ground out through gritted teeth.

“Oh, shit. Alright. Carry on then,” she said, her footsteps fading as she hurried out of the stable.

“Oh my God,” you keened in humiliation, looking up into your boyfriend’s eyes.

“It’s alright, baby doll,” he assured you, kissing your forehead. “It’s Bettye. She knows everybody’s shit and she doesn’t care. You know that.”

“I know, but—”

“Our secret is safe with her, trust me,” he promised, stroking your cheek as he slowly started to move once more. At the sound of your soft moan, he grinned. “There you go. Gotta hurry now, baby. We’ve only got five minutes.”

#miles teller #al ruddy #the offer #al ruddy x reader #x reader #x female reader #al x baby doll

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writteninlunarlight-years · 1 month

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hi! I was just wondering if I can get a marauders matchup? ^^

Gender: trans dude :>

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: omni, male preference.

Appearance: I have split dyed purple and black hair, and I wear glasses. I'm chubby. I have blue eyes, and a septum and bottom left lip piercing. I also have a bunch of stick and poke tattoos, there's a lot on my left hand and a few on my legs. 12 tattooed in total, and I have 8 piercings. (Both daiths, 2 lobes on each side, septum and lip) I dress either like Adam Sandler or a grungey punk forest goblin and theirs no in-between. I normally am more Adam sandlery-y bc I'm always tired

(MBTI &/or Engram if you would like to take the tests and add it) mbti is intj-t and enneagram is type 8

Personality: I'm sarcastic and have a dry and darkish sense of humour, as well as that if a 12 year old. (Think of a traumatized due who makes outrageous amount a of dick jokes) I also am very blunt, and dont sugarcoat things. I have trouble with ✨any emotional things✨. I always tend to give acts of service and words of affirmation bc I'm emotionally stunted ;-; I'm loyal to a fault, and try to be kind and help people, and am very practical.

Likes (at least like three things): doing art stuff, crocheting, MUSIC (never have my headphones off, literally got asked if I was ok and where they where when I didn't have them on, and have a permanent headphone indent) and reading/writting

Dislikes (at least three things):slow walkers, generally shitty people (misogynists, racists, etc) FUCKIN STUPID ASS SYROFOME. I HATE THAT EWIE GROSS

Extra fun fact (this is about whoever you are describing to me): I have ADHD and quiet a list of physical ailments.

~~~~~MATCHUP~~~~~

I kid you not, Anon. Two lines into your request, I knew who this should be. I was even more pleasantly surprised by my first choice!

I now present to you your match--------

Sirius Black

I chose Sirius because this giant man-child is just as much a trickster as a badass protector. Sirius will stand by your side through thick and thin, ups and downs, left rights and sideways. This man's loyalty and ferocity are precisely why he is a Gryffindor and not a Slytherin like the rest of his family.

~~~~~HEADCANONS~~~~~

WhY sO SiRiUs? No jokes aside, the man is a total goofy himbo and loves to joke around.

This man is so good at providing perfect sarcasm, especially to people outside the group of friends looking in.

He is a dad joke, so he has the dad jokes.

When he sees your split-dyed hair, he wants to do his, too, but he gets scared when you whip the bleach out.

I know it is a famous cannon that the Black family is dapper and always dressed up. I WILL DIE ON MY HILL. TO PISS HIS FAMILY OFF, SIRIUS AS WELL DRESSES AS ADAM SANDLER, AND HE IS PROUD OF IT

He is known to dress up, though, especially to impress you or take you somewhere nice.

Sirius loves your kindness to others. However, if anyone in his family comes at you sideways, he will not hesitate to bark back (I love the dog puns I can do for these)

Sirius is not good at expressing his emotions; he prefers to show you he cares by picking on you and giving you gifts/things you didn't even realize you needed. (he totally keeps a spare pair of earbuds in his bag in case you forget yours or leave them behind somewhere)

~~~~~BLURB~~~~~

You were walking to your transfiguration class when you heard it—that stupid laugh of Lestrange. Ever since you and Sirius came out to everyone, it's like his family appears out of thin air. Keeping your head down, you start to speedwalk, but it is too late. She saw you. "If it isn't Y/n, look at him running away from his own boyfriend's family." Rolling your eyes, you try to get away again but are stopped once more by Bellatrix and her friends.

"What do you want, Lestrange? Did you get lost going to your next class again? Or did Lucious turn you down again, and you need to play your part as a crybaby." Bellatrix stared at you, shocked, before growing red with rage. Before she could quickly open her mouth, a tall figure with long black locks stood before you. "Cousin I belive that's enough, maybe you should excuse yourself from the situation." Looking up at Sirius, you felt relieved and happy. As Sirius stood his ground, his friends James and Remus appeared on either side. Bellatrix rolled her eye, shooting a quick 'to hell with you all.'

"Thank you, Sirius, but I could have handled it alone." As you spoke, the three boys turned to look at you. "Naw, I know you can handle yourself; it had me practically dying when I heard what you said about Lucious." You smirked, turning on your heel you began walking to the courtyard the bell already long since ringing for class. The boys followed you as if on cue. You all chose your respective spots, Remus leaning against a tree, book in hand, James lounging out in the sun with a big smile, and your boyfriend and you sitting on the bench. Opening your bag, ready to tune out the world after your encounter, you realized your headphones were missing. "You can't be serious right now."

With our missing beat, your boyfriend looked at you with an impish grin. "No, handsome, I am very Sirius."

~~~~~EXTRA~~~~~

(You and the group are all sitting together around a table in the room of requirements for the goal of the game: straight faces, no laughing.)

James: Did you hear they arrested the devil? Yeah, they got him on possession. (Silence)

Lily: (staring at James) I need more time and crayons to explain anything to you. (Peter laughed so hard he had to move across the room to recoup.)

Remus: I spent a lot of time, money, and effort childproofing my house … but the kids still get in. ( Lilly and James broke laughing, James cause he couldn't imagine Remus with kids, Lily because she knew James, Sirius, and Peter were the kids)

(It is now Just Sirius, Y/N, and Remus in the game staring each other down)

Sirius: Always remember that you are absolutely unique... Just like everyone else... (silence)

Y/N: When I die, I want to die like my grandfather, peacefully, not like the other passengers in the car screaming for someone to help them.

(The entire room turns and looks at you in concern before conceding the game)

#harry potter #harry potter x reader #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #sirius black x reader #lilly evans #mauraders #match up #head canon #headcanon #x reader #maurders era

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kats-fic-recs · 1 year

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The Best Stranger Things Fics I read in 2022

Common Cents

Making a will at eighteen seems incredibly morbid. The lawyer stares at him long and hard the entire time. She acts like he's contagious, like she might catch her death from him or maybe he'll ruin her rug by dropping dead in her office. Steve figures she has nothing to worry about. If anything's going to kill him, it's probably going to be a monster from the Upside Down.

In which Steve hunts monsters, becomes a deputy, makes a will, and finds a family. Among other things.

darlin’ you give love (a bad name)

The first time he hears Dustin and Mike mention the name Eddie Munson he almost walks into a VHS display at work.

Steve wants to ask them how Eddie’s doing but then his face from that last party flashes into his head and he always clams up. If he was Eddie he’d want nothing to do with him and rightly so.

Instead Steve teasingly complains about how much time they spend with Eddie and that’s as far as it goes.

To Be Loved For No Reason At All

It all starts with Steve finding Eddie Munson in Alison Brown’s bathtub.

Or, how one night leads to a conversation, leads to shotgunning, leads to confessions, leads to The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Steve's just along for the ride.

sub-culture

“Is he whining about Eddie being mean to him again?” Robin is leaning in the doorway, eating a leftover slice that’s probably cold by now. “You talk about him more than you talk about girls, Steve, it’s getting concerning. Anyone would think you had a crush.”

or, steve is pretty convinced eddie now hates him. turns out eddie has the opposite problem.

get you back (by my side)

Eddie hasn't spoken to Gareth and the others since whatever went down with Chrissy Cunningham, now Gareth sees him playing basketball with Steve Harrington and a bunch of kids, what the fuck is going on?

Sinclair sighs longingly.

“Okay, man, I can get behind you on the sweet and salty,” says Gareth, “but New Coke?”

“He was crazy for it,” says Harrington, grinning all fond at the back of Sinclair’s head like he’s retelling the story of his toddler’s foray into the world of art and talking Gareth through all the monstrosities in pride of place on the fridge. “Weird kid.”

Eddie is smiling at the side of Harrington’s face and Jesus Christ, Gareth never wants to meet another gay man in his whole life if their taste is Steve fucking Harrington.

our house (in the middle of our street)

He's in the market for a house, it's not his fault the Creel Murder House is the cheapest place he can find. It's kind of the perfect house, really, Steve's got a big family.

Eddie fumbles in rolling the blunt. They’re sitting in Eddie’s room while he rolls on the tray balanced on his knees. “You’re — you’re giving me a key?”

“Yeah. I don’t know if you want to move out of here but uh… option is there if you uhm, need it?”

He stays staring at Steve, fingers paused over the tray like the ridiculous caricature of a stoner caught red handed by the cops. “For real? What about rent?”

“Yeah man, of course. I know you haven’t been sleeping great here for obvious reasons and like, a new place isn’t going to help that much but…” He shrugs. “Got more rooms than I know what to do with, so fuck rent. I’m getting keys for you and Rob next week and maybe some for the kids, I don’t know if I trust them with keys to my house.”

when you need me, call me (no matter where you are)

Steve isn't having the best time of it but he's trying to make time for his kids. Then everything goes to shit again. At least he gets a fugitive boyfriend out of it.

When it all starts happening again Steve mentally blames Tammy Thompson’s singing, probably woke Vecna up and he was all like “these people need to remember their favourite songs, because if that’s the musical talent in this town… boy are they fucked” or something along those lines. Or maybe he’s just feeling a little bit insane because he just saw Max — little Max with the red hair who scared him a little bit and saved him from Billy that one time — floating up in the sky like, like an angel. And he couldn’t do a thing but hope Max really, really likes Kate Bush.

strung through the tether

The talk explained how it all worked, why his pain was her pain and vice versa, but it didn’t answer any of the questions Robin would come to formulate in the following years.

Questions like: what makes someone your soulmate? Questions like: why do so many people get married even if they aren't soulmates? Questions like: who ever said it was a boy?

your shadow's red (like a film i've seen)

Three days after Vecna, Robin tries to kiss Steve. Tries to be something he deserves. Someone who can fuck him, be with him. Something better, a good person like she isn't. She tries to not be fucked up. Steve doesn't let her.

If only for a moment they are wild and cold, faces up to the unreflective sky, just a boy and a girl holding hands watching the stars as the wind tugs and pulls them, kindly cruel in a way that mends.

Maybe they don’t need anyone else, she thinks, maybe they can stay there until the wind strips them to their bones. She wouldn’t mind dying if it was with Steve.

He turns to her and she thinks he might kiss her but then he’s just holding her against his chest and it feels like such an impossibly mean thought to have about Steve, to even think that he might do that to her, that she starts crying. Sometimes she thinks she doesn’t deserve him and he doesn’t deserve how she thinks about him. He’s just so much good sometimes Robin thinks something must turn for the worst, surely King Steve isn’t all gone, surely at some point he’s going to reveal himself: he was making fun of her the whole time, trying to make her normal.

feel the magic (there's something that drives me wild)

Robin is drunk and not for the first time wishes she could fall in love with Steve Harrington. Wishes she was 'normal'.

It’s dumb, really dumb, that she still wants to crow to the whole of Hawkins High that she knows what Steve looks like in the morning, in his boxers, coming out of the shower. She still wants to be normal, and it stings sometimes so harshly she thinks she might cry, that she’s never going to swoon over Steve’s arms or his stupid hair.

i wanna make a supersonic man (out of you)

Lucas is the man of the group, he knows this. He's got to be the man, like Steve, and wear polos and khakis and come between evil and the weak and be a lady killer and a charming, funny, sweet guy. Like Steve who has started hanging out with Eddie Munson and getting piercings and wearing eyeliner and not being the man Lucas thought he was.

“Steve is that an earring?” says Dustin, at one of his highest pitches, slap bang in the middle of one of Eddie’s tirades.

Everyone pauses. Number one, you never interrupt Eddie, especially not during D&D. Number two, what? (Lucas has strong suspicions he can’t let Max ever find out about this, or she’s going to break-up with him and become a full-time Steve admirer.)

They all lean forwards.

Steve shifts slightly uncomfortably, but he looks amused. “Yeah.” He shrugs. And there it is, a single tiny silver hoop in his left ear. Lucas stares, amazed.

“You’re a guy,” says Lucas, without thinking about it.

Steve only laughs. “I am aware, Lucas, thank you.”

lover boy pizza

A follow-through to the idea “fuck it make em all gay” ft the addition of: no no no jonathan and argyle as a couple but they don’t know everyone else is also coupled up and they’re high as shit trying to act normal on this now-quintuple date they think is just-bro-time.

(The Real) Stranger Things Season 3

(Because after (gestures at what Netflix gave us), we really needed a rewrite.)

It's summer vacation, 1985.

After everything that's happened in the past two years, Will just wants to go back to the way things were - and the Party seems to be racing on ahead, leaving him behind as they get swept up in the new adventure of being teenagers. But when something darker threatens to reenter their lives, the Party has more to deal with than just dating and summer shenanigans.

Joyce knows that something is wrong - she can just feel it. And Hopper knows by now to trust her instinct. Together they set out to find answers - and find that not all is as they assumed.

Unappreciated and heckled at her internship at The Hawkins Post, Nancy picks up the phone to a strange call. Sensing a story, she grabs Jonathan and chases the lead.

El isn't sure who she is - or if she has the strength to defeat the evil that's rearing its head in this once-quiet town.

Dustin picks up a strange code on his ham radio.

Steve hates his Scoops uniform.

Something strange is stirring in Hawkins - something that wants to get back in.

One summer can change everything.

kiss it better

Of course Will is here. They take care of each other. It’s what they do.

or: Mike and Will, through the years and in between the lines of friendship and something more.

I Never Find Out 'Til I'm Head Over Heels

Wherein Mike believes he’s being obvious, Will doesn’t know what he believes, and the pair of them could use a lesson or two in effective communication. Somehow all of this has both nothing and everything to do with five years' worth of school dances.

The Dad Who Stepped Up

Hopper’s many attempts at bonding with his youngest unofficial stepson over the course of their first year in Hawkins.

Sometimes it goes well, other times he’s trying to see if he’s unlocked his daughter’s ability to glare someone (Michael Wheeler) to death.

i’d love to see me from your point of view

Now that Will’s sitting and Mike’s the one that’s standing, he looks impossibly tall. Tall and lanky, and huge. He should sit back down, Will thinks, lay back down next to Will and stay in their own secluded little bubble.

“I really want to kiss you,” Mike says, and Will’s eyes snap back up to his so violently he thinks he hears his own neck crack with the force of it.

“Don’t,” Will croaks, before his brain has even processed the words. “Don’t say that.”

“Okay,” Mike says easily, still staring. And what the actual fuck is going on? Is Will hallucinating? Is the weed making him hallucinate? “So sausage and pepperoni?”

Will stares dumbly at him. “Um - yeah. Yes.”

“Cool,” Mike replies and then just turns around and leaves Will sitting dumbly in his own room.

Mike and Will get high on Jonathan’s weed and Mike has an amazing idea.

you rearrange me 'til i'm sane

Will has never had a girlfriend (or a boyfriend) before. There may or may not be one person behind the reason why.

i hate accidents (except when we went from friends to this).

The first time it happens, Will classifies it as a little accident.

When he wakes, the morning sun is burning through the window onto their faces, and Mike’s cursing as he stands to close the curtains, stumbling all the way.

“Scoot over,” he grumbles, voice dry, and for a second Will can’t do anything other than sigh like a lovesick idiot. It’s a second too late for Mike, because he grumbles more words Will doesn’t catch under his breath and then physically pushes Will towards the wall to lay beside him, arm over Will’s middle. A second of silence passes, then Mike sighs, only to whine: “Fuck, my head hurts.”

Will can’t help it: he breaks down laughing, much to Mike’s offense.

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Alternatively: five times Mike kissed Will, and one time Will kissed back.

all this time (how could you not know?)

Mike sighs, looking down at his hands. "I always thought I would end up with someone more similar to me, you know? Someone I can talk about, like, hobbies and music and stuff with, without them visibly losing interest halfway through.”

You have more in common with him than El, says the voice in Will’s head. He wonders, briefly, whether it would be weird to shove his face back into the pillow and scream.

Will is definitely not qualified to be giving out any relationship advice. For one, he's never actually dated anyone before. Second, one of the people in said relationship is his sister. And third, the other person is the guy he's sort of in love with. There's no possible way this could backfire. Right?

sealed with a kiss

“Dude,” Dustin says, sounding kind of horrified but also kind of delirious with elation. “Oh my God, you like him. You like Will. Will. As in, our Will. Our best friend Will.”

“I do not–” Mike tries, even though he’d kind of just admitted to accidentally kissing Will Byers, a little, so maybe that’s an entirely fruitless road to go down.

Listen. No one should ever let Mike make decisions right after he wakes up from a nap, okay? Especially not decisions where Will is concerned. This is so not his fault.

keep glowing (come back)

And despite this, he will gather the pages and leaf through them. Read the words he didn’t want to think about during the daytime because they were wrong and awful and shitty. Half-scribbled confessions and outbursts and meltdowns, memories and stray thoughts and promises that he’d nearly forgotten to keep.

Skip through them after the first few, skim the bottom of the pages in a move just like El’s, see what she always wanted to see: Love, Mike scrawled at the bottom of every page.

or: mike & will through the years

people like you find it easy (naked to see)

Will sees these people. These pink people and these blue people. He sees the way they fit together and hates the way he doesn't ever want a pink half of his soul, he wants something blue, something wrong.

Will still remembers that ice cold shock in the rain that started in his bones and reverberated outwards until the edges of him were static, fizzing and unreal, and the only thing about him that was fact, immovably and intrinsically true, that it wasn’t Mike’s fault, it wasn’t anyone’s but his own, that he didn’t like girls. The bike ride, the rain slick on his face like a membrane, his whole body burning and freezing all at the same time, still blurry at the edges, and the only thing, the only thing, he knew about himself to be true was that he liked boys, he liked boys in a way he wasn’t supposed to. He was broken, a freak like Jonathan had said, but not a freak in a good way, he was bad and rotten.

He had wanted to blame it on the Upside Down, back then. He had wanted it to be something out of his control. But he knows, knows like Lonnie knew when he was just a kid, that he has always been this way. He’s always been wrong in some unfixable, innate way that will stay with him until he dies.

home is where the heart is

“It’s a good thing,” Will reassures, and his thumb swipes over Mike’s cheek. Mike thinks he might explode. “It means you’re nice to look at. Artists would love you.”

Mike’s heart feels like it’s about to burst out of his chest. Will is still looking at him, and he swallows, throat dry. “Yeah?”

Will’s own face reddens, like he’d just thought about what he said. “Yeah,” he answers, and Mike grins.

Living in a shared apartment with Will is all Mike could ask for, except for the part where he keeps thinking about kissing Will in the middle of their kitchen.

i'll find myself in the moonlight

He looks up at him, eyebrows drawn together. “Do you not love her?"

Mike shrinks back. “What?"

He hadn’t meant to say it. He wouldn’t have, if he’d stopped to think about it for half a second. But it’s too late to take it back, and he can’t breathe until he knows the answer, and he looks at him resolutely and says, “Do you only love her because of what I said?

Something darkens on Mike’s face, twisting it into a shape Will’s never seen. “Get out.”

It’s not a no.

or: Mike and Will share a room, and Mike finds out the truth about the painting.

mike wheeler's guide to falling in love with a superhero

“Uh-huh,” Mike says faintly, and he yelps when they narrowly avoid the edge of a shining skyscraper, and his hands clutch onto Spiderman instinctively. “Oh – my fucking God, that –”

Spiderman’s fingers press a little firmly into Mike’s shirt. "Just – hang on!"

"What do you mean just hang – was that a pun," Mike sputters, clutching onto Spiderman for dear life as they swing through the city, and he can hear the superhero laugh through the racing wind in his ears, the rumble of it under Mike’s arm wrapped around his middle.

In a city of superheroes, Mike keeps running into Spiderman, much to his dismay.

On a completely different and unrelated note, Mike also attempts to woo and charm his neighbor into a date.

Heavy Hopes

Mike walks in on his roommate making out with another guy, and gets really upset about it. For all of the normal, straight reasons.

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