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harleywarley18 · 5 months ago

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God of prophecy, music, and plague 𖤓°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･𖤓°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･𖤓°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

I was supposed to post this Sunday but got caught up with stuff so here's a midnight rundown on my relationship to Apollo ;-;

Apollo began showing up around a month after I began my worship to Aphrodite. I was afraid at first. Not of him, but of the idea of worshipping another deity. In the past, I had only ever worshipped one at a time. As a neurodivergent person I was also afraid that my relationship to Aphrodite was just a hyperfixation since I had been playing Hades a lot.

The thought of worshipping Apollo only further worried me. I wanted to assure Aphrodite that she wasn't;t a mere hyperfixation and that she would not be forgotten. The first time I tried to communicate with Apollo via tarot cards, Aphrodite showed up instead and voiced her concerns.

She was afraid that I'd abandon her and forget about her. I knew where this was coming from because I had told her about Hades. Early 2023 I had begun worshipping Hades but after about a month and a half it became too much for me to continue and I kind of just stopped my worship and never went back. I had felt so bad but worship can be so draining sometimes.

Anyways, after reassuring Aphrodite many times I believed I had the okay to begin doing proper research on Apollo before reaching out to him. What interested me about him is his Lo'xias epithet, meaning god of prophecy or messenger of Zeus. I was so drawn to it because throughout my entire life I have always had crazy intuition and predictions.

At first I chalked up to the fact that I'm autistic and can recognize patterns really well. Specifically, I take "data" I've collected about a situation or people and use it to make predictions about what will happen or what they'll do. But, too often did I predict something and it actually happened in a scarily accurate manner. There have been multiple times that it's felt as though I've actually spoken things into existence. For example, while I was ranting to my sister about someone who had talked major shit about me and I said that (for the sake of privacy I will not describe what I said) this specific scenario was going to happen to them. I said it out of anger and in passing but that very weekend exactly the thing that I said would happen to them HAPPENED.

With tarot cards, especially, my readings are always insanely accurate. Even my sister, who is not a believer in anything that I do, is wary about my readings because she knows that whatever the cards say will happen will actually happen. Furthermore, when I first moved to college I had visited a metaphysical store with my cousin and there the owner overheard me say that it had been so long since I had really done tarot that I probably couldn't ever do it again. And she said to me "tarot reading is like riding a bike, you learn once and never forget. She then brought out her own personal oracle cards and had me do a reading on her and her husband. She wanted me to use the cards to tell them who they are. According to them, everything I had said was more than true.

With Apollo, I thought I could use his help to groom and cultivate this proclivity of mine.

After having properly reached out to him, I've come to the realization that I love more than just his prophetic aspect. I stated in my previous post that I had been struggling due to a situation that occurred earlier in the school semester. Even when I was back home, I was struggling with panic attacks and bouts of major anxiety. What always helped, however, was taking my dogs out on their walk and feeling Apollo's rays of sunshine beaming down on me.

Every single time I stepped out of the house-heart racing, hands shaking, ears ringing-suddenly it would all melt away into nothingness the second I felt the sun on my face, enveloping my person, weaving its heat through my curls and over my ears. Even if it had been storming, when the time came to walk the dogs, the sky would magically become clear enough to allow the sun to shine through.

Eventually, I started keeping the tarot cards I dedicated to Apollo under my pillow and asking him to visit me in my dreams. The first night I saw a beautiful, swirling ball of light above my bed, with orange and yellow flares coming out of it. The second night, however, I woke up in a dream. I was in the back of this van sitting next to this man. He looked young with beautiful, black curls. He had his arm wrapped around me and my head rested on his shoulder.

I remember him feeling so warm. He felt like home. He felt like snuggling up under the covers in a cold room. And I just lay there, hands holding his, watching the scenery of the drive we were on. I woke up that morning with the sun shining on my face, clearly attempting to wake me up.

I've heard a lot of people say that Apollo feels like a golden retriever boyfriend or nice frat boy. And while I respect that everyone's experiences with deities is different, Apollo to me feels like some guardian. Maybe an older brother or a father or an uncle. I think people expect Apollo to be boyish and naive because he's always been described as a young thing. We forget that he is just as wise, if not more, as his cousins and aunts and uncles.

Praise Apollo, averter of evil, dark-haired, messenger of zeus!

#apollo #apollo worship #hellenic worship #hellenism #hellenic polytheism #helpol #the prophecy #seer

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clarkpip22 · 7 months ago

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𖤓. 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 - 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍 ⋆ ˚

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↪a/n - Hello everyone, I'm still trying to figure out this writing thing so sorry if this isn't very good, but I tried 😩.

************************************************************* "God, I want you so bad." Kate whispered in your ear as she fingered you with her long, thick, pretty fingers. You and Kate have been at this for hours ever since you walked in through your door and found Kate on your couch waiting to hear you complain about your trashy boyfriend. Truth be told, she didn't care because she already knew how to help you out. All she had to do was sit you in between her legs and spread you wide open so she could finger your perfect, tight pussy.

"O-oh, Kate! Please slow down!" Your hands gripped her wrist, trying to stop her digits from pounding into you, but she continued at a fast pace. Wanting to listen to the sounds of your damp, wet cunt squeezing and hugging her. "I'm not slowing down, baby. I'm just going to keep making a mess out of you until you let go all over me and this couch." You knew that she wasn't going to stop once she started.

Kate's big, lustful eyes trailing over your body as she listened to your rant about your man was enough to convince you that if she got her hands on you, she would've never let you go. Martin's fingers rammed deeper, making sure that every inch of your walls felt her prodding fingers. "Baby girl, you can take it." The sound of obsession and greed dripping for those words caused you to shiver. "Please make me cum.." you cried. " I'll make you cum baby, trust me as soon as you cum for me, I'll get in between your pretty legs," she paused to let out a little giggle, "and clean up all of your sweet juices, baby."

You whimper and squirm beneath her, powerlessly trying to push more of her fingers deep inside of you. You were going to release just for her; your greedy hole was getting tighter and tighter around Kate, and it wanted so bad to squirt all over the place. The athlete saw this and went at unbelievable speed to get you to cum; digging deeper into you. Kate craved you for years, always wanting to lay hands with you and feel the warmth of your body. She wanted to taste that sloppiness that she has created between your legs and show you how much she cares about you. And now she got the chance to do it...

Getting excited, Kate took her other hand and played with your chest, squishing your tits and then twisting your nipple. "Baby, let go for me; squirt for me! Do it!" She said it with a smile on her face. You arched your back for her, getting ready to release. Seeing you grip the coushin beneath you and hearing the sound of existence escape from your mouth made her so wet. Your vision turned white as you got closer to release. You voice was louder for Kate, encouraging her to keeping ramming even after you've cum. She let out a soft sigh, followed by a few chuckles while riding out your high. Once you had calmed down, the she got up from behind you and kneeled before you. Her eyes were filled with so much need. You knew what was coming next.

"You did so well for me, baby," she said softly while putting her hair up. Martin spreads your thighs open and pulls you closer to her face. As her palm gently moves up and down your thigh, looking into your eyes, and then back down at your now-drenched cunt, she tells you, "Imma show you just how proud I am of you."

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#horny😛 #ineedthis

ALSO THANK FOR ALL THE LOVE ON MY LAST POST 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

#kate martin smut #kate martin x reader #kate martin #bisexual #las vegas aces #i need this #i want this #kate martin please marry me :)

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ink-stainedkiss · 8 days ago

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On Campus: The Prize of Affection

pairing: Geto x Reader x Gojo

← 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 / 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝟐 / 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 →

Contents: college au, SLOW BURN, fluff + angst + smut, alcohol, frat parties, attempts of spiking, harassment, some violence, jealousy, pining, flirting, MULTI ENDS, happy ending.

This had to be a sick joke or loads of insane coincidences, but could you really be stumbling upon the very people you swore to not to? It had been a few days since that galling entrance. You were losing your mind. Never before had you seen them on campus, but all of a sudden they are appearing at the same place you roam. Not only did their conversations behind you get louder, as if they wanted you to turn and speak, but you were sure they were following you. Okay, maybe that was a stretch. They didn’t even know you. They have their own lives. I need to stop worrying about them. That motto lived rent free in your head, but it didn’t help.

Just the other day you were in the library, picking out books that will help for the test coming up, and you heard two voices talking quite loudly in the aisle next to you. “Why are we even here again?” A male whined. Your hand, which was reaching toward another book, halted,” I wanna get back to the house, I'm supposed to be beating Sukuna’s high score.” A groan bubbled in your throat, you knew that voice, but they were so close. So stepping away from the shelf, you quickly exited the section.

You kept your head down as you passed by the open space, praying they wouldn’t notice you, but the pause in the white-haired man’s speech made the conclusion obvious. Your pace picked up and you were out of the building in a few seconds flat. Honestly, you weren’t sure why you needed to get away from them. They were extremely popular and you had called one of them an asshole, so it was not a good impression on your part. He deserved it. Maybe you were just nervous that they would confront you and share amused glances like you were some sort of child trying to explain your feelings.

So with that mentality, you were fine with staying away from them. It sucked that you shared a class with them both and oddly enough the seats behind you became their permanent spots. For some reason, they have gotten more comfortable, acting like you guys are somewhat friends. One lecture, you were peacefully writing down some notes, when you felt a small poke on your back.

Your face creased in discomfort and you turned around, finding the same white haired man staring at you happily,”Hey, what's the date?” The look on your features was something of complete disappointment,”Don’t you have a laptop right in front of you?”

Your question was extremely rhetorical, but he still had to audacity to glance down to the open screen, and shake his head,”It’s broken,” You sighed begrudgingly, knowing it’s better to just give in rather than go back and forth,” It’s the third of October.” He showed off his pearly whites in satisfaction,”Thank you,”

You didn’t respond, instead turning back to your own work. His friends' snickers were very audible even as you tried to ignore them and that ‘broken’ laptop was clacking very loudly behind you for the rest to the lesson.

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“-and they didn’t even apologize. I don’t know how Yaga put up with it.” You complained to Choso, who had to endure your rant for the past thirty minutes. It was fine, since he was just amused by your salty face. While the two of you cleaned some glassware in the back, Choso spoke up,”What were their names again?” You let out a small groan,”No clue. I didn’t bother asking them.”

Your coworker was thinking hard, trying to add names to the vague descriptions you gave him,”You said one of them had white hair?” You glanced at him with a curious look,”Yeah, why?” Choso chewed on his inner cheek, pausing his work for only a second,”Do you know if they are in a frat?”

Thinking back to the library, you gave a half-sure shrug,”Um, I think so. I remember the blue-eyed one saying he wanted to get home and beat a Sukuna’s high score.” Choso let out an ‘ahh’ sound, finally connecting the pieces,”Yep. I know exactly who you are talking about.” Your eyes widened, how well known were these guys?

“The white haired one is Satoru Gojo and his friend is Suguru Geto, I'm shocked you didn’t even know that.” Choso commented,”He’s the captain of the school’s volleyball team, holds the record for most winning spikes.” Now that you think about it—who you now know as Gojo—is pretty fit. He usually wears baggy clothes, but the bulk he was carrying under it was very noticeable. It’s not like you were staring at him. No, of course not.

“Also, that frat he’s in, isn’t just a regular thing, it’s like the biggest party house to date.” Choso explained with a small chuckle,”Before we were students here, my other friends told me about the ragers they would throw each week.” Scoffing, you showed no shock to his words,”So what? It sounds like every other frat house around here.”

He shook his head,”Well they aren’t. You would think that they would throw parties every night, but they only do it once or twice every week. It’s not just alcohol and balloons, they do crazy shit.” Your attention was grabbed, but you didn’t make it known,”Like what?” Choso smirked at you,”Have you ever heard fireworks go off in the night?”

You nodded. It was true, you had heard the continuous popping and the loud whistles, but you thought it was multiple different houses,”That’s them. They smuggle dangerous fireworks into the house and if you ever get invited to their parties, you can see the burn marks on the back of the home.” Your face shifted into something of worry,”Do they not get in trouble?”

“No, a lot of the members are loaded and their parents give their money to the school’s organizations and stuff.” You set down the cup you had been wiping down for a few solid minutes and dropped your head down,”Great, so I basically made an enemy of someone who can pay the board to get me kicked off campus.” Choso grabbed your glass and set it away,”I think you’re being a bit dramatic.” “What would you know?” You glared, rising from the counter.

“Hey, we are ready to order.” A polite voice called from the front. Choso was already heading deeper into the kitchen, leaving you to take care of the customer. You sighed, pushing back any pesky fly-always and forced a content smile onto your face. Your head was still swimming with thoughts,”Hey, sorry about the wait, what can-“ It was only till the last second that you raised your head.

As if speaking them into existence, there they were, standing just in front of the counter. Gojo and Geto. Your jaw was slack as you stared at them both. Gojo had his eyes up on the board above you, but Geto raised a brow at your surprised face. Blinking away your shock, you pushed the rest of your sentence out,”What can I get started for you?” Geto gave you a smirk but didn’t say anything about your odd interaction.

“Can I just get a buttered croissant with a medium black coffee?” Geto asked simply. You nodded, pressing with shaky fingers on the tablet. Geto nudged his friend, who finally looked away from the sign. Gojo opened his mouth to order, but then his eyes landed on you. He tilted his head with a smug grin on his face. Oh, he definitely remembered you. With a sudden found confidence, Gojo opened his mouth again,”I just want a large mocha, please.”

Giving a curt nod, you barely make eye contact with either one of them. You opened your mouth to tell them it would be a minute, but then Gojo cut you off,”Actually, do you have any good pastries?” Raising a confused brow, you gestured to the small container full of treats,”There’s some right here.” Gojo let out a small laugh,”I know, but I'm wondering if you have a favorite.” His intense gaze never left yours and you tried to turn back to the display case, but you couldn’t,”I guess the cheese danishes are a good pick.”

His lips twisted into a mocking frown,”But I'm in the mood for something sweet.” Your jaw tightened and you ripped your eyes off his,”I’ll go start on those drinks while you decide.” Whipping around, you trudged to the back, a blush rising to your cheeks. What did you do to deserve this? It was almost closing time, there were only a few people in the shop, and they just decided now was a perfect time to stroll in for some coffee? Your embarrassment intensified as you heard two quiet laughs.

Really, you could have just said you were out of everything, but that wouldn’t be believable. So, putting your unease aside, you loaded the coffee maker. It only took a few minutes and as you were placing the cold foam over the mocha, you wondered if they treated every girl like this. Probably and they all must just drool over their stupid antics. Seriously, was this supposed to be cute? I mean, they aren’t terrible to look at. Your eyes widened at your own thoughts. It took a second to collect yourself, but as you recalled, you weren’t necessarily wrong.

You didn’t have a crush on them, they were just pleasing to watch. It’s kinda like passing by the window of a boutique, it just didn’t hurt to admire. Steps behind you pulled your attention away and you let out a sigh of relief. Choso had come back from his hiding spot,”Hey, Choso. My dearest best friend.” A look of pure unamusement fell onto his face at the title you gave him,”You love me right?”

“Not enough to do whatever you’re about to ask me.” He retorted, making you scoff,”It’s not even hard, all I need you to do is hand these drinks and a croissant to these nice customers.” Sadly, you couldn’t hide the twitch in your eye at the final word. Choso was clearly suspicious and he casually stepped near the doorway where the two ‘nice’ men stood. He got one good look at the friends and barked out a laugh.

Immediately, you raced over, slapping your hand over his mouth and dragging him away. Choso continued to laugh once you stopped pulling,”Who would have guessed they actually showed up?” He snickered, turning to glance at them once more,”Shut up. Can you please just give them their stuff? I swear I won’t ask anything else of you.” Your coworker snorted at the absurd claim,”That’s a lie, but are you telling me you’re too scared to give them their drinks?”

“I’m not scared you idiot. I’m just annoyed by them.” Choso hummed,”Not even five minutes and they already got under your skin, huh?” You turned back to the drinks, placing them in your hands,”Yeah, whatever, but can you just do this one thing for me?” Choso looked between the cups and the doorway,”I would love to,” Your eyes sparkled with hope,”But I have dishes to do.”

Your hopes were crushed instantly. As he walked away, frustration seeped into your voice,”You don’t even like doing the dishes, you just don’t want to help me out.” Choso’s back was already facing you,”What? Sorry, can’t hear you over the faucet.” If you could, your stare would have sliced right through his head,”You aren’t even near a sink you dick!”

An irate groan pushed past your lips and you unfortunately had to bring the two their items. Stuffing the two cups along with the bagged croissant into your hands, you prayed it would go quick. They definitely waited longer than intended, but you didn’t care. Just give them their drinks and go. You repeated the sentence over and over until you faced them again.

Thankfully, they had moved away from the counter and were talking next to a tall table, but when you set down their items, both of them looked over. You got the tablet ready, waiting for either of them to walk over and pay. In your mind you hoped Geto would collect their drinks, since he seemed the more bearable out of the two, but as your luck would have it, Gojo strolled over looking as pleased as ever. You stifled an annoyed sigh,”Ever decide on that pastry?”

He gave a sad look,”I think i’m fine for today, but maybe next time i’ll get one.” There was a slight undertone to his words, but you couldn’t pick up on it. Not that you wanted to,”Great to hear. Your total will be 12.39.” Gojo pulled out his wallet and you truly shouldn’t have been surprised at his card. It was purely black and when he placed it into your open palm, you felt the cold metal on your skin. Choso was right about these guys being loaded.

But Gojo was in college like you, how the hell did he get his hands on this? When you swiped, you made a guess it was his parents, surely they had extras lying around the home. As expected, the card showed no struggle to pay and a green check mark appeared. The receipts whirred out and you swiftly handed him the paper,”Have a nice night.”

Your tone was as bland as ever, but Gojo still gave you a genuine smile back,”You too.” Gojo reached for his order, though he kept direct eye contact throughout it all. You were confused and a bit weirded out. Thankfully, he grabbed his things and left quickly, only turning back to give you a tiny wave. What a weirdo. As they got closer to the door, your eyes caught something white on the counter. You looked down and noticed a folded piece of paper. Of course he just had to leave behind his trash. You lifted the parchment and tried to call him back,”Hey, you forgot something!”

Rudely, he just kept walking, not even hesitating as he exited the shop with Geto. So he can hear a whisper, but not a shout? Your teeth gritted together, but as you were about to toss the litter away, you saw a darker scribble that had bled through the middle of the paper. Glancing back at the door to see if they actually left, you unfolded the wrapper and read its contents.

Xxx-xxx-0827

Call me sometime, Sweets

Xoxo, “Asshole” <3

There’s absolutely no way…

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moxnshxne · 9 months ago

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@uarmyhopx

Your dances always captivate me… You are the best dancer Sunshine. Always stealing my heart.

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inkedinfusions · 1 day ago

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𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 | geto suguru chapter 1

⊱𖤓⊰ | In which you, a thief, meet the lost prince of the kingdom.

── ★ ˙ ̟ . ⚜️ .ᐟ.ᐟ masterlist

next–⊱

𝟎𝟏 | 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐟𝐭

chapter word count: 4.1k

content warnings: normal warnings for the tangled movie lol

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TWIN!!!!! He is ooc in this because he isn't racist ☺️ Anyway, I'm going to take this opportunity to thank P for not complaining when I send them Geto edits and when I rant about jjk. New chapter comes out tomorrow!

Thanks for reading!

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 your hair as you gaze upon the kingdom below you, the morning sun bathing the colorful houses all around. It is by all means a perfect day; the sky is clear, the air is warm, and you are about to be one of the richest people in the land.

“Hey!” exclaims the voice of your partner, snapping you out of your daydreams. “The view is nice and all, but the longer we stay here, the higher the odds we get caught.”

“Since when have you ever cared about getting caught?” you ask, walking towards where Satoru stands. “I can recall at least five times where we almost got busted because of your idiotic tendencies.”

“But my dear Y/n, what you don't understand is that I have transformed into a new person,” he says. “My recent sabbatical really helped me ground myself in this–”

“You mean when you got caught and had to serve time until I helped you escape?”

“As I was saying! I am nothing but a law-abiding citizen, bound by the values of this kingdom.”

“That is the biggest load of bullshit I have ever heard,” you say, tying the rope around your torso. “And I deal with you daily.”

You open the panel that sits directly on top of the stand that contains your objective. You scoff at the placement, wondering what dumb soul decided to compromise the circlet’s security with multiple removable panels. Still, if this piece of wood hadn’t been here, your job would be all the more difficult. And most normal people do not account for thieves on the roof.

“Yeah, keep talking and I’ll drop you,” Satoru says, gripping the rope to which you are attached.

You choose to simply stick out your tongue rather than retort, for you are already being lowered into the hall and you’d rather not alert the guards prematurely. After you had the circlet, all was fair game.

You would never say this out loud, but you are very thankful it was Satoru who botched one of your firsts jobs when you were teenagers. You were nimble, too gangly to steal anything big, but smart enough to manage on your own. Then Satoru entered the picture and something clicked.

The boy could have chosen to leave you behind and escape himself, but instead he chose to create a distraction so you could escape too. You had left that job with no valuables except for a new partner in crime and a change in name, courtesy of Satoru.

The story went like this. In the middle of the job you both had bickered over who takes what, him calling you Starlight when you refused to give out your name, you calling him Six Eyes when he tripped over a bump in the carpet in the middle of the hall. This had continued until guards started to pursue you, and in the confusion, had christened you with those names on your new and shiny wanted posters.

Those didn’t come until much later, when both you and Satoru were rising fast through local murmurs, and he threw a fit when your insult for him had taken the form of his identity. You didn’t mind, as you were completely comfortable with leaving Y/n behind, with only Satoru calling you that as a result of exchanging names in a show of trust. Which takes you to the situation at hand.

The throne room you are being dropped into is lavishly decorated, full of banners with the royal crest, a circle that contains four swirling lines that converge into the small circle in the middle, symbolizing the sun. They are painted gold and a dark purple, almost blue, which combines with the stained glass windows that line the walls.

You are carefully lowered by Satoru until you reach the stand placed in front of the thrones, where a royal circlet stands, the key to your newfound lifestyle. It is gold, lathered in jewels that range from dark amethysts to indigo sapphires, but it is surprisingly light when you pick it up.

A guard sneezes and you get the wonderful idea to mess with them a little bit. Satoru couldn’t fault you; you were only following his example.

“Bless you,” you say politely as you tug on the rope to signal Satoru to lift you, circlet already in your satchel.

“Thanks,” the guard says, unbothered. You snort when he whirls around moments later, managing to catch only the soles of your boots as you make your escape on the roof.

You laugh as the guard shouts at you to wait, but you’re already sliding down the walls of the castle, making a quick getaway through alleyways and unused roads. You pivot on a corner, grabbing Satoru by the arm so he isn’t caught unprepared for the sharp turn, and he hoists you up to a roof when all the roads are blocked by guards.

“So much for not getting caught, huh?” Satoru shouts at you while you make your escape to the nearby forest.

“That’s my bad,” you respond, a grin betraying your lack of guilt. “Besides, look how productive we’ve been! It's what, eight? And we are already set for life!”

Satoru rolls his eyes as you dart through the foliage, amusement evident in the creases of his face. “I never want to hear you complain about my recklessness again.”

You shove him with a smile, when two posters nailed to a tree catch your eye. If the faces didn't spoil it, the names sure do; Starlight and Six Eyes, wanted dead or alive. Now, personally, you would prefer to not be caught at all, but it was nice that alive was still an option. You just have one grievance.

“Geez. Does my hair look that frizzy to you?” you ask Satoru, ripping the poster of the tree and holding it next to your face for comparison. He shrugs, to which you call out his name with force.

“What? I didn’t draw that,” he says. “Why are you mad at me?”

“Oh, it's easy for you to say,” you answer, ripping up his poster and waving it around. “I guess the illustrators must have a crush on you or something, because this looks like–”

“Like the real me? Thank you very much, it's genetics.”

“No dumbass, like a weird, exaggerated fantasy of a fairy tale prince,” you say.

Satoru snorts. “Please, as if a prince would ever affiliate himself with us.”

“True. Hey, aren’t those the Curses?” you ask, pointing to another poster depicting two guys, one with an eyepatch and another covered in stitches. “I didn’t know they escaped.”

“Oh shit, really?” Satoru grimaces. “All the more reason we need to lay low. I doubt they’ve forgiven us for that little stint we pulled at the port.”

“No shit, you nearly decapitated the guy–!”

You are interrupted by the neigh of a horse, and when you whirl around you can see the head of the royal guard charging towards you and Satoru. You are quick to stash your poster in your satchel and to follow him deeper into the forest, dodging arrows as they are fired from crossbows.

The guards do not slow down, and their horses only seem to get closer to you by the second, so you send a quick glance to Satoru and you both nod. He pivots left and you pivot right, buying a few seconds of confusion from your entourage.

You’ll find him again—you always do—but in moments like this, crucial seconds can make the difference. An added bonus is the way one of you will help the other if they get caught, although now that your target was the royal palace and not some rando’s house you doubted your punishment would be something as simple as jail time.

So you sprint through the forest, up hills and around spiky bushes as you try to lose your pursuers. And of course, with your rotten luck, the head of the guard has decided you’re the bigger threat, being the one with the satchel where the circlet is stashed, so he is now after you instead of Satoru.

You hear the horses neigh just as you slide underneath a fallen trunk, barely dodging arrows meant for you. A stray vine almost makes you trip, but the adrenaline coursing through your veins replenishes the air in your lungs fast enough for you to keep running as fast as you can.

Your eyes dart around, looking for anything that could stop at least the horses from pursuing after you. You weren’t confident in winning against them, but you could totally outrun the guards on foot. There, in the distance, a tree stands tall in the middle of your path, blocking off the free space at its sides.

You grin, grunting when you manage to jump through its branches, before you resume your sprint. You are tempted to let out a whoop, although all your hopes are crushed away when you glance back and notice the chief is still hot on your trail.

Somehow, with the rush of adrenaline still in your blood, you manage to climb up a tree on the edge of the foliage. The chief doesn’t have time to think when you lunge at him from the tree, effectively knocking him off his horse and taking it for your own.

You let out a gloating laugh, which is quickly extinguished when the horse stops dead on its tracks. It turns to look at you, and its eyes shine weirdly in the sun, making its pupils seem almost golden colored while its white pelt turns almost rainbow where the sun hits it.

“Go,” you say with urgency. “Come on, lets go–”

The horse cuts you off when his—his?—eyes zero in on your satchel, and he starts doing strange twirling movements to both get you off and grab it, somehow knowing the circlet is hidden there. His eyes dart from it to you for a moment, lunging for it at the same time you try not to lose your equilibrium.

“Wha—Hey! Stop it!” you exclaim as the horse starts to twirl and jump and move forward. It is in one of those movements that the satchel flies away from your hands and into the cliff up front.

You exhale when it is caught by a strangely large branch that stretches out into nothingness, and from there on, it's a battle between you and the horse to get to it first. Satoru would mock you if he could see you right now, something about fighting your equal or such leaving his mouth as he struggles to maintain his composure.

But this horse plays dirty. It chews the edges of your pants, trips you, anything to bring you down. You use your nimbleness to elude the majority of his attacks, but just as you are about to reach the satchel, the branch cracks and snaps, sending both of you plummeting down to the forest below.

You scream as you fall down, losing your grip of the branch when a rock from the cliffside splits it in half. You grunt when you land on the grass, managing to roll off what could be grave injuries, before quickly getting on your feet and on the move. That horse would not give up, so you either needed to regroup with Satoru or find a place where you could lay low.

Thuds alert you before you see the horse again, so you duck on the side of a rock, crouched in between it and a wall covered in vines, and wait for him to walk away. You hold your breath as he somehow loses track of your scent and heads to the other side, maybe in search of its rider.

You straighten up when he leaves, walking backwards in order to maybe grab some vines and climb the wall. Only that the wall is not really a wall.

You yelp when you fall through, but your instinct makes you step inside the hidden cave when the sounds you made signal the horse of something in the vicinity. You watch as he moves around, his figure easily distinguished by the shadow he puts off against the vines. Your shoulders tense, but this time he leaves and you think it's for good.

“Why did I–?” you ask yourself when you check your satchel and notice the wanted poster next to the circlet. You shrug and stuff it back down, heading deeper into the cave. But like the wall not being a wall, the cave is not a cave, and so you walk towards the light, expecting a small clearing or a skylight.

You couldn’t be more wrong when you finally come face to face with the view, stealing what little breath you had left.

The valley surrounded by mountains is lush with green, multiple small ponds and grass patches and trees dotting it at random. In the end there is a waterfall, and the sound of water flowing calms you down, but even that can’t compare with the true star of the scenery.

A magnificent tower stands tall in the middle of it all, with vines climbing all over its foundations, hit just the right way by the sun that peeks from above. It is beautiful, yes, but also the perfect place to hide.

You dash across the valley, running side to side with the river flowing down from the waterfall. You take out stray arrows that had somehow found their way to your satchel—stashed by Satoru probably, as his idea of a prank—and manage to climb up the wall of the tower, using them as leverage to get you up.

You grunt as you do this, lamenting that having your partner with you would probably make it easier, but you press on, seeing the window—not the door because of course it couldn’t have one. Noo, everything just had to be difficult—and just so managing to throw your body over it with your last whispers of strength.

You close the shutters with a bang, finally having time to catch your breath. Ha! you think. “I’d like to see you climb that,” you murmur with a grin, not even perplexed by the fact that you are beefing with a horse. Then you feel a quick flash of pain on the back of your skull and everything goes black.

You are rudely woken up by a weird sensation in your ear, making your eyes snap open as you shudder. Chills run through your body as you notice you are tied with a weird ass rope to a chair, which, if you didn’t know better, is reminiscent of black, ebony hair.

It can’t be hair though because a, it is not possible for someone’s hair to be that long, and even if they didn’t cut it their whole lives, it wouldn't be as silky. And b, because hair doesn’t change colors when light hits it, and this strange black fiber is interrupted at times by golden strands that turn black again when it shifts in place.

You follow the rope—hair?—with your eyes, until your surroundings get too dark for you to distinguish it, only catching glimpses of gold when it shuffles. Okay, pause. Shuffles?

“What the fuck?” you ask out loud, breaking the silence you had found yourself in.

“Struggling… struggling is pointless,” a man’s voice answers from the darkness, prompting you to look in its direction. “This is not your turf,” he continues, which only makes you more confused. Is he chiding you for trespassing his home?

“Look, uh, sir,” you start, spinning a lie as fast as you speak. “I’m just a weary traveler–”

“I don’t believe you,” the voice cuts you off, and the owner’s clothes rustle as he stands, coming into the light. “Who are you and how did you find me?”

You are momentarily stunned by him. He looks about your age, with a deep indigo vest over a long sleeved cream shirt. His pants are the color of burnt umber, held in place by a lighter brown belt. But his clothes are nothing compared to the man itself.

Maybe it's your taste in people, but even Satoru cannot compare with him. His eyes are the color of deep purple, swirling with galaxies in its iris, framed by long, black eyelashes. His face is as sculpted as some of the most impressive sculptures you’ve ever seen, and his eyebrows frame his features perfectly, black like his hair.

But his hair is not pure ebony either. You note that it is the same thing that is binding you to the chair, proving right your earlier supposition of it being hair. Now that you know its hair, it's all the more interesting. It's black and gold and everything in between, and where the lights hit the top of his head, it seems to glow.

“Find you?” you ask confused after a beat. “I didn’t—are you on the run too?”

“On the run?” he repeats, eyes narrowing. “So you are a criminal then.”

“Okay, first,” you say, extending your pointer finger, “criminal is a hurtful label and totally not true–”

“So this wanted poster isn’t yours then? Starlight?”

He waves a crumpled up paper around, and you catch a glimpse of the same poster you had ripped from the tree earlier.

“That's not mine…” you immediately deny, trailing off when you realize you don’t know his name.

“Suguru,” he says. “Don’t wear it off.”

“Well, Suguru,” you say, “if you could just graciously let me explain—Wait, where did you get that? That was in—” You curse mentally when you notice your satchel isn’t with you anymore, wildly looking around the room you find yourself in. “Hey! That was in my satchel! What did you do to it?”

“I hid it,” Suguru answers, a small grin finding its way to his face. “Somewhere you’ll never find it.”

You scan the room with your eyes, your brain automatically registering any and all places, both obvious and not, where the satchel could be stashed. In the corner of your eye you notice a strangely placed pot, which, combined with the guy’s apparent lack of common sense, tells you it's the perfect hiding place.

“It's in the pot, right?” you dead pan, gesturing to the pot with your head.

You hear a clang and everything goes black again.

“Ow!” is the first thing you grumble when you regain consciousness again. “Keep going and I’ll have no brain cells left, princess.”

“I am neither a princess nor a girl,” Suguru says, narrowing his eyes. “Don’t call me that.”

“Yeah, whatever,” you respond. “Where then, is my satchel?”

“Now it's somewhere you’ll never find. But no matter,” he continues. “The real question here is what do you want with my hair?”

“Your hair?” You let out a small, unbelieving laugh. “Believe me, the only thing I want with your hair is to get out of it. Literally,” you finish, gesturing to your binded wrists as a way to emphasize your point.

He raises an eyebrow, like he somehow can’t accept that you aren't here to steal his hair. Wow, it sounds ridiculous just thinking about it. He circles you with his weapon of choice, an old pan, walking in and out of your field of vision. What weird hermit’s house had you broken into?

“You don't… want to sell my hair?”

“Why the hell would I want to do that?” you say. “Look, I was in a hurry and in need of a place to stay. I saw a tower, I climbed it, and now I’m here. End of story.”

Suguru looks you up and down, weighing your words now against the obvious lies you told him at the beginning. “You’re being genuine,” he finally says.

“No duh,” you answer, recoiling when he points the pan at you and a small lizard stands on its edge, glaring at you with its slimy eyes. You freeze, following its movements with your eyes when Sugure takes the pan back, retreating to the darkness.

He turns his back to you, slightly slouching down to talk with… is that the lizard? On his shoulder? Man, this place is just getting weirder and weirder by the second. He mumbles, and you only manage to catch truth and strangely fangs.

“Okay then, Starlight,” he says. “I’d be willing to offer you a deal.”

“A deal?”

“Yes. A deal.”

You watch as Suguru climbs the fireplace, your chair coming dangerously close to toppling over when he moves his hair to shift you in his direction. Your eyes are now more or less used to the lack of light, so you use that movement to look around. The walls of the tower are completely covered in paintings, ranging from people doing various things to multiple objects strewn about.

“This,” he says, revealing a mural covered by a curtain, “is what I want to see.”

The scene is that of a night sky framed by a forest, with who you assume to be Suguru perched on top of a tree. The night sky is filled with lights and you quickly recognize what it is he is referring to.

“You mean the lantern thing they do for the prince?” you ask.

“They’re lanterns?” he questions, looking back at his paintings. “In retrospect, it's kinda dumb to think they were stars, huh?”

“Stars don’t move,” you say. “Nor do they only appear once a year.”

“That's what I said!” he exclaims, turning to you. “Well, it doesn't matter. Tomorrow these… lanterns will appear and I want you to escort me to and back from the light show. Then, and only then,” he emphasizes, “will I return your precious satchel. Do we have a deal, Starlight?”

“Yeah, no,” you say, much to his dismay. “I’ll get lynched if I come as close as five meters from the kingdom. That is not a figure of speech.”

He looks you up and down, chewing his bottom lip, contemplating. “We find ourselves at odds then,” Suguru says. “You can’t leave without your satchel and I won’t give it to you unless we have a deal.”

“I don't know what brought you here,” he continues, jumping down from the fireplace’s mantle. “A poet would say fate, others would say destiny—”

“A horse did.”

“But against all common sense,” he says, completely smoothing over what you said, “I have made the decision to trust you.”

“You are right,” you say. “It is against common sense to trust me.”

Suguru scoffs, using his hair to bring your chair closer and closer to him. “So in return, you can trust me when I say that you can destroy this room, tear the tower brick by brick,” he says, punctuating each statement with a pull. “But without my help? Oh, you never find your precious satchel.”

You huff, looking down to escape the drilling holes of Suguru’s gaze, his face so close to you you swear you can see entire galaxies in his eyes. You meditate on your options for a moment; it's either lose what you almost gave up your freedom to get, or possibly get sent to the gallows for stealing from the royal family.

“You’re not going to budge, huh, princess?” you ask after a beat, relishing in the way the corner of his left eye twitches when you call him by the nickname.

“What do you think?” he retorts, tiling his head to the side with an irritated grin.

You hum, taking in his question. “Can we compromise on me giving you directions?”

“No.”

You groan. “What? There's, like, nothing out there that could harm you. Notice how I'm talking about you here?” you say, craning your neck to get closer. “With me, however, it's a given I’ll end up next in line to get hanged.”

“Not my problem,” he says. “If the poster is anything to get by, then you probably deserve it.”

His words would cut more if it weren’t for the fact that you’re pretty sure he is extremely sheltered, and so, he doesn’t know neither your life nor the context in which it was written. So you simply shrug and sigh, ready to accept his deal. Hell, maybe you could show him something to be scared about and he’ll abandon his childish quest of seeing the lanterns.

“Fine,” you say, not missing the slight twinkle in his eyes when you agree. “I’ll take you to see the lanterns or whatever. And then you'll give me my satchel.”

“Deal,” Suguru says with a grin.

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moonlightazriel · 2 years ago

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The family we choose /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: It has always been Azriel and Aiden against the world, but what will happen when the new school years begin and his son talks about this amazing teacher every day?

Warnings: None, just fluff cuz why not?

Word Count: 3,1K

Notes: Fucking finally, this has been sitting on my drafts for a while and i love this idea.

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“DADDY!” Aiden yelled, raising from his spot beside Feyre and rushing to get to him, he lowered to his level and waited for the little boy, he threw himself into his father’s arms, and Azriel wrapped his arms around him, giving him a tight squeeze.

“Hey, buddy! How was school?” His son rushed back to the table, Feyre, Nyx, and a lot of art supplies were waiting for him, he grabbed a piece of paper and ran back to him to show him the drawing.

“Miss Y/L asked us to draw our family.” Azriel looked closely at the figures, the 6-year-old had done a great job, he could see himself, Cassian, Nesta with a huge pregnant belly, Rhys, Feyre, Nyx, Mor, Emerie, Gwyn, Elain, and Lucien.

“That’s a beautiful drawing, you have a lot of talent.” He complimented.

“Aunt Feyre helped me make this drawing so I could give it to Miss Y/L, I really hope she likes it.” The flower bouquet was painted on a piece of parchment paper, Feyre had done the drawing but Aiden had painted it.

“She’s going to love it Den, but why don’t you and Nyx play in the garden while the adults talk?” Feyre suggested as she started to gather the supplies from the table, Aiden looked at Azriel and he nodded, the two boys happily smiled and started to rush outside. “He really loves this teacher.” She said and Azriel got to her side, helping her clean.

“Did he start with the never-ending rant about how amazing and beautiful she is?” She nodded. “You don’t think he’s projecting the feeling he had for his mother on her, do you?”

“Well, I can’t say for sure Az, Nyx likes her too, a lot, sometimes feels like he likes her more than me.” She giggled, rolling her eyes. “Maybe she’s just a really good teacher and there’s nothing to do with his mom.” Azriel nodded.

He had met Laurie in an Illyrian camp 10 years ago, and it was love at first sight, they lived like a happy couple until she met her mate, and decided that it was a good idea to leave Azriel with their 1-year-old son. 3 years ago, the news of her death reached him in Velaris, it was a tough blow that he wasn’t expecting but he slowly got over it, he had to, for his son. Ever since he does everything he can to make sure that his son is happy, and focused his life on him, even if his family tried to tell him that he should live his life too.

“She’s all he talks about ever since they started the school year, you have no idea how many times he asked if he could pick “Aunt Elain’s beautiful flowers” to give them to her.” Feyre looked at him and smiled.

“Let him be Az, it’s probably just a phase.” He nodded.

“Thanks for everything Fey, you’re amazing.” He said giving her a quick hug and kissing her temple.

“Get your hands off my High Lady.” Rhysand spoke with a smile on his face from the doorway. Azriel stepped back with his hands in the air.

“I’m already on my way, don’t need to get all overprotective.” Rhys playfully slapped his back while he walked outside to get Aiden.

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“Do you want to eat something?” Azriel asked his son as they walked around Velaris.

“My belly is full Daddy, Miss Y/L brought us the best cookies in the world, she made them.” The toddler happily spoke. “She said that she will teach us how to make them, she’s so nice, I really like her.”

“That’s awesome buddy, you just have to be careful around the fire.” He warned his son.

“Yes Daddy, cuz the fire hurts if we get too close.” He repeated the words Azriel had told him ever since Aiden started to crawl, his son was perfect, and he didn’t want him to be marked like he was, he didn’t need any scars on his perfect brown skin.

Aiden was a copy of him, with the same eyes, the same hair color, the same skin tone, and huge wings behind his back, and even if he could understand his father’s shadows just as perfectly as Azriel did, he had none, at least not yet.

The two kept walking until they reached the townhouse, Rhys knew how Azriel loved that house and decided to give it to him as a gift, it was good enough for him and Aiden and he was happy that his brother made him the owner, he took good care of that house.

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Azriel brushed his wet hair, spraying some perfume on his neck and chest as he got ready for the school meeting, the teachers requested to talk about the student's progress and how the parents could help with their learning. Aiden was already ready, playing in the living room as he readied himself, a simple black shirt, pants, boots, and truth-teller strapped on his thigh, his siphons glowed as he looked at himself in the mirror once again.

His son was really excited for him to meet his teacher finally, and even Azriel was curious, Aiden had practically dragged him across the street towards the school, the little boy was rambling all the way, and when he saw his cousin, he left Azriel behind to go play with Nyx.

“Someone is super happy.” Rhys said as Az approached him, the two kids were running around now.

“You have no idea.” He replied looking around, the kids were running and most parents just waited for the reunion, Azriel tried to spot who he thought was Miss Y/L, in his mind, he was looking for an old, kind fae, with white hair and granny coats, weren’t all teachers like that after all?

Faes started to come to the parents to lead them to the classrooms, they followed a male as he guided the way, the classroom was decorated with flowers, and kids' drawings, books, and toys were all over the place, and in the corner, in the front part of the classroom a female stood, she was beautiful, her hair was in a braid behind her back, she was wearing a long dress, and she had the prettiest smile in the world, she looked at Azriel and he swore he could see the world shining brighter as she looked at him, she couldn’t be…..

“Miss Y/L!” Aiden yelled, running past them and jumping in the female's arms, she lifted him from the ground, laughing with him.

“Hi Den, did you bring your daddy as I asked?” She spoke, her voice was calm and airy, and hearing her talk made Azriel feel like he was walking on clouds.

“Yup!” The toddler proudly nodded and pointed at Azriel who still stood in the doorway. “Daddy, this is Miss Y/L.” He happily said as the female walked closer to him.

Of course, everyone in Velaris knew who the Spymaster was, but it was something entirely different seeing him in person for the first time, the tall male was absolutely breathtaking, he was wearing the simplest clothes on earth and yet he looked perfect, the cobalt gems adorning his body, to contain his powers, glowed as he looked her up and down.

Y/N felt her cheeks getting hot as she approached the male, his eyes still glued to hers, she could feel the sparks of electricity as she held his gaze, extending a hand in his direction.

“I’m Y/N.” She managed to say, her voice more steady than she expected, good!

“Azriel. I’ve heard a lot about you.” The male chuckled and Y/N felt her knees go weak at the sound.

“Oh, i could say the same about you, little Aiden here loves his father more than anything else.” The little boy held his father’s hand while he blushed. “What about you take your Daddy to your seat and we’ll talk more later?” She lowered to Den’s level and he nodded, pulling his father to the empty seat in front of her desk. She went to greet other parents that arrived in the classroom.

“I wasn’t expecting that AT ALL.” Rhysand spoke as Azriel approached him, Nyx and Aiden sat side by side in class, he smiled at that, loving how close the cousins were like they saw each other as brothers the same way their parents did.

“What?” Rhys gave him a knowing look and he rolled his eyes.

“That she would be this pretty, guess I was expecting an old lady.” Azriel scoffed.

“Don’t let Feyre hear you, or you might sleep on the couch tonight.” Rhysand laughed and the two males looked at her while she spoke about the class progress. One by one, the parents approached her to speak about their children, they were the last ones in the classroom when she came to speak with them.

“High Lord!” She bowed a little. “Thank you two for coming in today. The boys are absolutely wonderful, they’re the top ones in class, but I’m afraid that they have some trouble with maths, I’ve been giving them extra exercises but maybe you two could keep an eye on that, and see why they’re struggling with that.”

“Of course, do you teach privately?” Rhysand asked, saying that she could teach a thing or two to Azriel in his mind, Azriel slightly shoved the High Lord and Rhysand suppressed a laugh.

“I do! If you need me just contact the school and they will let me know.” She smiled at them, and Azriel felt his chest fill with warmth with that.

“Thanks, Y/N.” He said, and the two said their goodbyes leaving her behind.

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Azriel rushed through the school corridors, opening the door to the nurse’s office, he almost fell to his knees as he spotted Y/N sitting in the corner, Aiden was in her lap, he was holding his little arm, and his cheeks were red from crying, his head was resting against her chest and she had her cheek pressed against his forehead, whispering a song to calm him down. The way his son grabbed her like she was the only person that could keep him safe, made Azriel’s heart bleed, the two turned their head to him.

“He fell while playing in the garden, the healer said that his arm just hurts cuz he fell on top of it, it’s not broken, and he’ll be okay. He’s just scared.” Azriel kneeled in front of them, and Den’s puffy red eyes locked with his, he grabbed his son, cradling him to his chest, kissing the top of his head. She still looked worried, like she was about to cry, the only people that worried that much about his son, were his family.

“Thank you so much for always taking care of him.” His voice was shaken, and the shadows around him still moved frantically, assessing Aiden for any injuries she could not be aware of.

“There’s nothing to thank me for, Aiden is a special boy, it’s my pleasure to take care of him.” She said gently, rubbing the toddler's back, Aiden was already sleeping in his father’s arms.

“No modesty please, let me pay you a coffee, I insist.” Azriel didn’t know why, but he wanted her to understand how much he appreciated her for all her care for his son. He could see that she was inclined to accept, so he talked again. “Meet me tomorrow morning at the Oak Alcove, by the Rainbow. At 9!” He said, thanking her once more, grabbing his son’s backpack, and leaving without waiting for an answer, he just hoped she would show up.

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Y/N walked between the tables trying to spot the Shadowsinger, she was wearing a simple dress, and she rubbed her sweaty hands in the soft fabric for the third time, she gave another look around before she saw a hand raised in the air, Azriel was wearing leather clothes, the breath got caught in her throat as she looked at him, absolutely beautiful.

“You came.” He smiled at her, getting up to pull the chair for her, she sat, thanking him. She didn’t know if it was just a coincidence, but the Oak Alcove was her favorite coffee shop in Velaris, the soft breeze from the Sidra, the smell of flowers, the soft music, it was a magical place.

“I did.” She laughed. “ It’s not often that I get to go to my favorite coffee shop for free.” She joked.

“And here was i, thinking we would split the bill.” He rested a hand on his heart, pretending to be hurt and she liked that, everyone just saw him as a serious and stoic male, which was intimidating, but the way he smiled, a sight that she was sure wasn’t often people saw, made her heart melt.

Azriel was a pleasant male, the way he softly spoke, his wide knowledge of everything, his passion for literature, he was really much more than the eyes could see. The time flew as they got to know each other better, now she understood why Aiden loved him so much, the Shadowsinger was sweet, gentle, wonderful, her heart skipped a beat every 5 seconds, and she tried to stop blushing like a little girl every time he smiled in her direction.

“This was fun.” She said after he stated that he should leave, he had plans with his son.

“It was.” He got closer to her as they walked away. He walked her to her house, not far away from the coffee shop. “I was hoping we could do it again if it’s okay for you.” Her heart came to a stop in her chest.

“I would love to, Azriel. See you around.” The way she spoke his name, it was a sweet melody.

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“She’s wonderful.” He said, stretching his wings, the glass of liquor dancing in between his fingers, Rhysand smiled and Cassian entered the office.

“What’s happening?” Rhys served him a glass as well.

“Azzie here is in love with Den’s teacher.” Cassian whispered a “NO WAY!” shuffling his onyx hair, making Azriel growl at him.

“I’m not in love with her.” He sipped on his drink. “Yet!” The trio laughed.

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Azriel knew he was wrapped around her fingers when he kept going to the school every day, just to see her smile, just like his son, he would bring her flowers, he would take her out, after suffering because of Laurie, he was ready to open his heart again, especially for someone like her, she was perfect for him and he was ready to take their relationship to the next level.

“Where are you going daddy?” Aiden asked as Azriel fixed his tie in the mirror.

“I’m going out with Mrs.Y/L, you like her, right?” He pulled his son closer.

“Yes, she’s amazing.”

“Would you like it if she was Daddy’s girlfriend?” His little eyebrows furred and he looked confused.

“Will she be my mommy?” The words shattered his heart and he swallowed the lump in his throat, feeling his eyes burn, he knew Aiden probably missed his mother, he noticed how he would look to Feyre when Nyx called her mommy, Azriel knew he wanted, craved that too, and broke his heart not be able to give that to his son.

“Maybe in the future buddy, if she wants to.” His son nodded and Azriel fixed his hair, he dropped Den in the River House before meeting Y/N for dinner, the bouquet Elain prepared for him was almost slipping from his shaking fingers, Y/n was already there waiting for him, she smiled, getting up to greet him with a quick kiss, they shared their first kiss after their fifth date, and he couldn’t keep his hands to himself ever since, her lips were sweet and she fitted so perfectly against him, she was made for him.

“I want to ask you something.” Azriel had been building up the courage all night, Y/N dropped her spoon, her lips smudged with chocolate and he smiled at her, she was beautiful. “Will you be my girlfriend?” She almost jumped from her seat as she shook her head agreeing, he took her home that night, where they made love until sunrise.

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“Mrs. Mommy I need help.” Aiden’s voice sounded from somewhere behind her and she immediately turned around, seeing him shaking the glitter off his tiny fingers. Az had mentioned what happened between him and Den’s mom, and how he knew his son wanted a mother, she just didn’t expect that.

“Hi Den, what do you need?” He showed her his fingers glued together.

“My fingers are sticky.” She guided him to the sink.

“Let’s wash it then.” She said, then releasing the kids to their break. Azriel showed up like he did almost every day, he was holding a cup of coffee and some cookies for her.

“Hey love, what’s wrong?” He kissed her cheek and closed the door.

“Aiden called me mommy today. Mrs.Mommy to be precise.” She giggled a little.

“Shit.” Azriel didn’t want to pressure her to assume a motherly role to Den, but he also couldn’t exactly control these kinds of things. “I can talk to him if you want, tell him that you’re not his mom. He’ll understand.”

“I just don’t want him to be confused, I don’t know.” He hugged her. “I love him, just as much as I love you. Maybe tell him not to do it at school? Cuz the principal is already fuming that we’re dating.” He smiled.

“Maybe she’s jealous.” He joked and she laughed, she loved them really much. And her heart clenched hearing Den call her mommy. Maybe they could make this whole thing work.

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“You can’t catch me.” Aiden smirked, as Cassian chased him and Nyx, they were at a picnic with the inner circle, and Y/N was more than welcomed among them, they really liked her, she was getting really close to Feyre, the two were watching as the general pretended to be slower than the children. Den rushed to her, jumping on her lap and hiding from Cassian, while Azriel watched from afar. She looked at him, and it was like the whole world had come to a stop, she was the only thing holding him on earth, he had always assumed he was just lucky to have found someone so similar to him, and now he understood that it wasn’t luck, she was perfect for him because she was made for him, his mate, his equal, the love of his life.

She blinked too overwhelmed as she explored the newly found bond between them, she had suspected for a while that he might be her mate, she had hoped and she had prayed to the Mother that she was right, and there it was, glowing like a thousand suns, the mating bond tying them to each other for the eternity, finally everything was complete for them.

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lucifers-rubber-duck · 10 months ago

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Requests are now closed for some time, I'm doing college stuff so I'm really sorry for the slow updates <3

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Did you check the time?

It is November the 14th and the most cozy time of the year. We cuddle daily on the couch with our fluffy blanket with either a mug of hot tea or hot chocolate and watch a few series or movies arm in arm. It is not the first time i get to enjoy my two favorite seasons with you, indeednit is the second time. And I realized with that it means soon, soon we really are boyfriend and boyfriend for a year. Not only that anymore. It is exactly one month today that we are engaged. And that I don't know if you know how happy it makes me to say I'm your fiance.

Being your fiance is one thing I have dreamed about, wished for. Being your husband ond day is the next I wish for and then I am honestly the happiest on earth, if not I already am. I planned for this to be a small message but I can't help to pour my heart out to you.

Since more than a year, when taking me im dates, when holding my hand wordlessly, showing me beautiful places but most importantly showing me the most beautiful human on earth which is you. You showed me such a soft and gentle human being, being hurted deep down inside but healing slowly just by seemingly being around me. I can't thank you enough that you let me be in your life, slowly let me into your heart and shine brightly. And I can't be more thankful for being the one human being that is allowed to cheer you up, make you laugh, open up and heal you. But...You have entered my heart so quickly, cheered me up and healed me as well. I have despite all, never met someone this beautiful from soul, personality and body. Meeting you, I need to be honest made me pray to the gods up there to please be able to have you by my side for longer. And the longer I now am able to be by your side to be your partner, the more I know this might be forever. And forever in the past sounded like a real long time but with you forever can't be long enough. I want to be by your side when you're happy, when you're sad, when you're sick, when you're angry and I want to hug you at all times of your life. Of our life. Of our life together.

Yunseon, I am glad to this day that you slowly opened up to me and that I was able to see the most beautiful, the most handsome smile that I think I have never seen before on anyone else and when you say, I'm the reason of this smile you make me the happiest on earth and smile the brightest. You've become my best friend, my boyfriend, my bodypillow, my fiance and...you became my family. Because of you I believe in true love again but only with you.

I love you dearly, deeply and more every day.

One more month before it is indeed one year as your partner. And today exactly one month since we are engaged.

I love you.

Your 🐿❤️

There are no better time than Fall to realize how close we are to the end of the year, how fast the last months have passed.

It is a good time to remember some moments of the past, to reminiscense about the good, and bad, times. It is indeed almost a year now that we are together. Sometimes, we both still chuckle when remembering how everything started, how that supposedly short moment turned into a solide forever. Now, even more than before, we can spend our days together as a happy couple, on the couch while snuggling to each other with your special hot choco mix in hands, in the kitchen while cooking dinner together, in bed while sleeping under the blankets we chose during a date. We had already done so many things in the past almost year, yet it will be only a fraction of the eternity we plan to spend together. Because there is no way I will ever wish for anything else other than that. I asked about your life goal, and you replied to me with such a beautiful smile that it was being a husband and make me happy. Let me tell you the same my love. I wish to preserve your beautiful smile, to wipe your happy or sad tears, to hug all your worries away. I want to be a husband who would make you the happiest, whom you can rely on and confide to on anything you will wish for. I want to keep cherising those weekends when we wake up and our only goal for the day is to snuggle together, have each other as close as possible and forget about the world that surronds us. I can't thank you enough for being the one by my side, for being the person I want to have thousands of adventures with, to slow dance in our penthouse with, to make breakfast to bed for, to kiss every time my heart would tell me to do so.

You were so easy to fall in love with, because you have a golden heart and the purest soul. You never needed to do anything to make me fall in love with you. Your presence and happiness alone brings me joy, and I know I wouldn't be the person I am today if it wasn't for you, for all those days we already walked hand in hand, for all the future days waiting for us. You are my happy medecine, you are my safe place, you are my home. Your presence is the safe haven that my mind needs when it gets too dark or loud. And I'm overjoyed knowing that you feel the same when being with me...

I had already made up my mind a long time ago, that I will make you mine. I want you and only you, because you are the perfect being that my body, heart and soul need. There are no more future where I walk alone, my life has been set to spend it with you, and no matter if there will be obstacles on our path, I know we will be able to face them together. I feel stronger and braver when I know you are always by my side. Your warm personality never bends in front of the countless storms trying to hide your rays, and this brings me the strength to fight on. Even if I'm telling you a billion times that I love you never feels like enough, those three little words never seem to fully convey the depth of my feelings for you. I love you wholly, I love each and every part of you, no matter if you ever thought that it would be unloveable.

Thank you for loving me, thank you for making me feel loved and showing me that I deserve that love. For that endless love you present me, for the constant support and cheering. For being the light in my life, the sunshine which cleanses my mind.

In the healthiest way it's possible, I'm addicted to you. I will repeat it over and over again.

I love you. My love, my fiancé, my prince, my forever. @uarmyhopx

Your ⋆

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