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genesisami · 9 days ago

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Yandere! Yukimiya x Reader

Mixed perception

CW: Typical yandere things, kidnapping, implied drugging, babytrapping, dubcon, reader is a female

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You and Yukimiya had been going to the same high school since the first year, however the two of you never really interacted until one day you were waiting for your friend to finish his football practice.

Sitting in the bleachers, your scrolled mindlessly through various social medias, trying to waste time until practice was over. Your attention was abruptly spiked up from the sound of a whistle blown. Looking up from your phone you watched as the much older coach rambled on about something football related, but you honestly couldn’t care less, you was just interested in your friend being able to hang out with you again.

While watching the young players stand idly, your eye caught sight of a chestnut haired male. He had a pretty lean physique, quite tall too from what you could see at this distance. The most noticeable thing about him though was his ember coloured eyes, covered by similarly tinted glasses.

You couldn’t help but analyse the male for a couple of moments, you never really noticed him until now, mostly just paying attention to your friend. It seems the brunette noticed you staring because he now had looked your way, holding eye contact before giving a simple smile. You looked away, feeling slightly embarrassed and continued to stare at your phone until the players were dismissed.

Eventually, the coach let them go and you both made your way to exit the field. As the two of you walked you couldn’t help but think about the vibrant eyed male, interrupting your friend, who was rambling whatever about practise.

“Hey, who’s that guy on your team? The one with the glasses?”

It took them a moment of eyebrow raising before they realised who you we’re talking about. “Oh, Yukimiya? Yea he’s cool, why you askin?”

Though your cheeks felt a heat to them, you pushed through it fixing the strap of your bag as the two of you crossed the road.

“Nun, he just seems interesting..”

Your friend only let out a chuckle at your response, for the rest of the walk you to continued to yap about whatever the two of you usually spoke about.

After that day you began to pay slightly more attention to the guy you now knew as Yukimiya. It felt so coincidental that you just happened to see him more often around school, even seeing posts of him on instagram and oh? He was a model? Makes sense, he had the figure and looks for it.

Thought you saw him around often, and could’ve sworn you’ve caught him staring at you a couple times. You never actually interacted with eachother until one day when your friend had been absent for football today. He had some sort of minor injury, something to do with his ankle.

Today was a mini match between your team and some other opposing school, it was a little sad that you weren’t able to watch your friend play but at-least you had Yuki! Watching him felt like a breath of fresh air, the way he moved swiftly whenever he had the ball and how he never missed a pass to one of his teammates.

The match concluded and luckily your school’s team had won, the not so packed stands around the field roared in joy, similar to how the young players tackled each other playfully. You watched as they all cheered for one another, Yukimiya’s grin warming not only the teams heart but something within you as well.

Eventually it was time to leave the field and go back home, you made your way through the seats and other people who were watching the game. While walking you began to text your friend, asking how they were and telling him the results of the match. While texting you weren’t exactly paying attention to your surroundings, only being made aware after you felt warm hand go on your shoulder.

Looking up from your phone you was met with the warm smile and amber eyes of Yukimiya. “Hey, careful where you’re going,” He spoke with a light chuckle, causing your cheeks to warm with embarrassment.

“Aha- my bad!” You reciprocated his smile, not taking much notice to his lingering hand on your shoulder. “You’ree… [Friends Name] right? I see you two hanging out quite often.” Your eyes widened slightly, having no idea that Yukimiya had been paying attention to you before now. You nodded, “[Name], and you’re Yukimiya, I hear your name alot..”

His hand lifted from your shoulder to give you a gentle pat, his orange orbs staring into your [eye colour] ones. “Awh really? That boosts my ego. Nice to finally meet you [name], [Friends Name] talks about you occasionally, you seem pretty sweet.”

The flattery only further strengthened your bashfulness, looking down from his face and having you eyesight unintentionally fixed on his lower half. “Thanks.. I’m glad your team won, [Friends Name] was really happy when I told him.. So um, what are you gonna do later today?”

He smirked playfully before resting a hand on his hip and leaning slightly. “Oh? I didn’t take you as such a forward person, [Name].” Realising you may have said it wrong you shook your head, gripped phone as you tried to push away your self awkwardness. “That’s not what I-“

“I’m just playing with you silly! Here, I need to go clean up but after we can chat if that’s what you’d like, here’s my number.” He gently pulled away your phone to input his number in, swiftly handing it back to you. Soon after he waved you a quick goodbye before heading back to the changing rooms.

After that day you two became friends, or atleast warm acquaintances. It started with frequent texting, surprisingly he was the first to send you a message, though you don’t recall giving him your number, maybe he just memorised it from when he input his.

[Unknown number]: Hey! Did you get home safe?

[Name]: Who is this..?

[Unknown number]: It’s Kenyu! Did you already forget?

[Name]: Ohh! My bad.. yea I got home alright!

Your conversation continued along like that for quite a while, he was surprisingly a fast replier. As the weeks went by you two shared more interactions, him waving to you in the hallways, starting conversations with you during lunch and inviting you to hang out with him after school.

You two bonded quite quickly, despite your interests varying abit. Little did you know since the first day he had eyes on you, he couldn’t help but feel himself drawn to you.

You failed to notice the subtle signs of his attachment to you, his constant and I mean constant texting. Right in the morning after you woke up, in the daytime and right before you went to bed. Or how he looked at you with such a fascinated glimmer in his eyes, how be flashed dirty looks towards guys and even some girls who interacted with you while in his presence.

Occasionally he would comment on your appearance, saying sweet things like how you should be a model alongside him, how you had the perfect measurements and that you’re face was to die for.

He was also quite a generous friend, often giving you gifts of things you wanted while walking past stores, or even typical things. Oh lost your calculator? Here’s a newer and more expensive one. Your bag worn down? Here’s a prettier designer one. He even got you niche things you never verbally expressed to him.

He was like the most considerate and subtly affectionate friend ever, being more gentle with his words with around you when it was your time of month. Though you next exactly told him when that was, so how did he always manage to guess accurately? Oh well,

In the depths of his spacious and elegant room he would stare at photos of you while on his bed, smiling to himself as his hand reached to palm himself within his briefs. He’d never felt so infatuated with someone before, he couldn’t exactly explain what it was about you, all he knew is that the two of you were meant to be.

As the weeks developed into months he allowed himself to become more touchy with you, resting his chin ontop of your head, squeezing your waist playfully or even rocking his hips into yours when the two of you were alone.

Though in your mind the two of you were just close friends, Yukimiya believed the two of you were more than that. The occasional locking of hands or the quiet and close interactions between the two of you while at eachothers homes.

Eventually things began to grow, stringier, you slowly noticed his actions feeling a little less friend like and more intimate. Meanwhile he became more obsessed.

His plays during football would change varying on how the two of you interacted, whenever you spent more time with him and touched him he played amazingly, his movements being more fluid and striker worthy than any other teen player you’ve seen.

Though, the same thing couldn’t exactly be said for when the two of you had fall outs, or when you spent a little too much time with one of your male friends. His plays would become aggressive, more brutal as he took out his frustrations on the unsuspecting players.

Eventually one day he came up with a brilliant idea, rather than having to worry about others taking you away from him he could just take you for himself.

That’s how you ended up in the current situation.

You woke up to the light and ceiling of another room, a bed that felt so soft to the touch and a fragrant smell of designer cologne and musk. Looking around, you realised you were in Yukimiya’s bedroom, a room that you had been in far too often. Sitting up, you now realised that one of your arms had been chained to the frame of the bedc yanking it a couple times before blinking in dismay.

“W-what…?”

Your free hand patted your side down to look for your phone, failing to find it as the door to the bedroom you were In creaked open. “My star? Are you finally awake?” You heard the voice of your dear friend Yukimiya and was instantly confused. “Kenyu, what am I doing here?”

He chuckled before sitting next to you on the bed, his hand grazing up your chin before stroking your hair. “No need to be in a fuss my star-girl. I just took the liberty of making sure you were safe from those other people.”

You tilted your head at him, puzzled, before yanking at the restraint. “Hm? I wouldn’t do that if I were you, wouldn’t want my star injuring her wrist!”

He leaned in to hug you, his arms wrapping around you and holding you in place. “Mmh, you smell so amazing, my amazing girl~” His face nuzzled into your neck as his body weight eventually overpowered your weak core strength and toppled you both over.

“Ken-“ You tried to speak, to interrupt whatever this was, but he just ignored you, hugging tighter. “My star..”

“Keny-“ You felt your breath hitch as his tongue grazed over your neck, him mumbling something as he tried to suck on your neck. You used your free arm to push him up my the shoulder slightly, looking at him with a face of confusion and slight disgust.

“Kenyu!” He finally stopped to look at you, his brow raised but his lips still smiling. “Whatever this is, what you’re doing right now. I’m not.. I don’t like you this way.”

Yukimiya felt something within him crack a little, but he pushed it away, he knew your words just stemmed from shyness and not hate. “Don’t worry my star, you don’t have to pretend around me anymore, I understand,” His hand grazed up against her waist and down to her thighs, where he gripped the plush flesh leading inbetween.

“I feel the same way star, I see the way you look at me, I love you the exact same way. I love you so.. so.. so much. My heart aches for you and you only, baby. You feel the same no?” You had to hold in a whimper as you felt his large and warm hand dip inbetween your thighs, tickling against your clothed heat.

“N-no. Kenyu, I don’t see you like that. You’re just a friend to me.. I think you’ve taken, this, too far.” You spoke with little remorse in your tone, your hand going to grab the wrist of his that was touching you.

“Star… don’t.. what do you mean? You’re just saying this because you’re shy. What could I do to make you come out of your shell for me, hmm?” He held back his voice from cracking, instead hovering over you with his gaze fixed on your lips.

“No, Kenyu. I don’t think… I’m not sure If I even really want to continue our friendship after this…” You avoided his gaze, your heart pounding in both fear and remorse. One of his hand’s grabbed the side of your face, a warm tear falling onto your cheek as he shook his head. “No, no… no, you can’t just say things like that star. I know you don’t mean it.”

You tried to interject but was silenced by his lips going onto yours, a rough and wet kiss dragging out moans from the both of you. His fingers in the meantime slipped inside your panties, tracing circles on your sensitive clit that had you grabbing at the back of his shirt.

The kiss lasted for a while, it felt as if Yukimiya was going to devour you the way his tongue dominated yours. The only thing you were able to do in response was arch your back as he slid a finger or two into your tight cunt.

The last thing you remember is the sensation of your cunt twitching around his fingers before you blacked out.

When you woke up Yukimiya was nowhere to be found, you were still chained up with a sandwich to the side of you which had a note on it.

“I’ll be back soon my star, don’t forget to eat your lunch!~ Ken”

It made your stomach churn reading it, your friend of how long, turning into whatever he was now. Was he always like this?

You stayed in that room for what felt like weeks, he took care of you, keeping you fed and clean. Eventually after a while he let you out of the bedroom, though always kept the doors locked any any other possible escape routes. Need some fresh air? He’ll just turn on the AC or give you a fan.

Not eating? He doesn’t mind force feeding you himself, whatever to keep his sweet star healthy!

He kept up his sweet and nice personality, the only major difference in his attitude was when he would become more demanding and forceful with you. Policing what you could do and allowing himself onto you whenever he pleased.

Though, he’d never do anything to intentionally hurt you! Only to keep you safe from the dangers of the world.

He needed to figure out a way in which will keep you attached to him, and he just so happened to get one…

He was overjoyed to see the signs of you being pregnant, your subtly swelling belly and your weird cravings. He would get you whatever you needed, he loved the way he would watch you staring at your stomach, the look of worry on your face filling him with ecstasy.

He uses his advantage of both a model and a beloved football player to his advantage

You can’t leave him because he’s the one that’s making the money

You can’t leave him because who else is going to look after you and your baby?

#bllk x reader #blue lock #blue lock x you #blue lock x reader #yukimiya x reader #yukimiya kenyu

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queenofterrasen418 · 4 months ago

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Cruel Fates (Part 4- Final)

Pairing: Azriel x f!Reader, little Eris x f!Reader

Summary: Azriel is your mate but only you know it. You are very aware that he has eyes for someone else and thus you decide not to hide it forever. After all, what could go wrong right?

Warnings: Angst (Not the usual kind), heartbreak, bad decision-making by the reader (personally, at least.)

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You’re not nervous, not even the tiniest. It was not like there was any room to be so because today was the Midnight Solistice ball. It has been a fortnight since you wrote that letter to Eris, he had sent one back confirming his attendance. When you told the rest of the inner court of your decision things had gone… well it went as you expected. Rhys supported your decision while Feyre was disappointed. Amren gave you a look that seemed to say ‘Is that so?’ to which you just gave a firm nod. Cassian had been less vocal, but the silent disapproval in his stance spoke volumes and when you looked for Mor, she merely raised an eyebrow, an unreadable expression on his face. As for Azriel, he was sent out on a mission a few days back so thankfully you escaped from the awkwardness that seemed to linger wherever your path crossed.

But today, none of that mattered. Tonight, the ball was about more than just diplomacy or expectations; it was a chance to make your mark, to reclaim a piece of yourself that had been lost in the shuffle of responsibilities and politics. The Midnight Solstice ball, with its glimmering chandeliers and whispering silk curtains, was the perfect backdrop for what you hoped would be a turning point.

You glanced at your reflection in the mirror. The gown, a deep, rich blood red with intricate gold embroidery that mimicked the flickering embers of a fire, hugged your figure perfectly. A gold and ruby tiara sat atop your head, the gemstones catching the light and casting a warm glow over your skin. Your hair, elegantly pinned back, let the tiara shine like a crown of flames. You were a vision of grace and strength, the embodiment of confidence you needed to exude tonight.

Just as you reached the ballroom in Hewn City, the clock struck the hour of midnight, the anticipation crackled in the air. The first notes of the orchestra began to play, a soft and enchanting melody that set the mood for the evening. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself for what was to come. Eris would be arriving soon, and with him, a new chapter of intrigue and possibility.

You joined the rest of the court at the dias standing beside Cassian. As much as you hated it your eyes searched for Azriel as soon as you set foot in here but he was nowhere to be found.

Rhys must have noticed you searching because his voice softly whispered in your her, “He'll arrive a little late.”

Stars, you hated waiting. It had been only a few minutes before the giant doors opened to reveal the Autumn Prince prowling towards you like a predator but it felt like an eternity had passed.

In the periphery of your eyes, you noticed the movement of smokey Shadows to know Azriel was behind you.

Eris approached with that ever-present smirk, his amber eyes gleaming with mischief as he bowed slightly, offering his hand. “I must admit, you wear the autumn colours well, Y/N, you look glorious. Careful—if you keep looking this tempting, I might forget we're here to talk business.”

He straightened, his gaze flickering over the ruby tiara, lingering as though assessing not just her appearance, but her entire being. “Though I’m beginning to think this alliance will be far more enjoyable than I first anticipated.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that, “Hello to you too, Prince.”

The smile Eris gave you in reply could only be described as… sweet. Odd, but lovely. He began to greet the rest of the court but that was more tense than a tightrope. No surprise there.

The music played softly in the background, and your eyes drifted to the ballroom, watching the swirl of colours and movement before you. The anticipation had been building all evening, and though you had expected it, the flutter of nerves in your chest hadn’t entirely subsided.

Then, your vision shifted back to Eris. His amber eyes gleamed as his focus locked on you, but something about his expression was softer than you had anticipated. He extended his hands towards you, his gaze unwavering.

“Dance with me,” Eris said, his voice quieter than usual. There was no teasing, no smirk—just a simple request.

For a brief moment, you hesitated. It wasn’t because you didn’t want to—there was a pull between you, undeniable and magnetic—but because stepping onto that dance floor felt like crossing a threshold you weren’t sure you were ready for. You were here for diplomacy, for alliances, and yet, the weight of what this dance might mean had your heart beating faster than you liked to admit. You also took note of the heavy silence around you, the inner court was observing every single interaction, and you would indeed give anything to get away from this awkwardness too.

So despite the million reasons not to, you took his hand anyway. His fingers were warm against your skin, steady and sure, and as he led you onto the floor, you reminded yourself to breathe. The room around you seemed to quiet, the conversations and glances fading into the background, though you were keenly aware of the eyes that followed your every move.

The music shifted to something slower, more intimate. Eris’s hand settled at your waist, his other holding yours gently, and though his grip was firm, there was a subtle hesitation in how he held you, as though giving you the chance to step back if you wanted. But you didn’t.

“I wasn’t sure you’d even consider agreeing to this,” Eris said, his voice just above a whisper as he guided you into the first steps of the dance.

You glanced up at him, your eyes meeting his, searching for any sign of the usual arrogance. But there was none. Instead, there was something almost uncertain, like he, too, was navigating unfamiliar ground. The urge to use your powers to make sure you were right about your assumptions was tempting but tonight you refused to use them. Whatever relationship you are about to form with Eris heavily depends on trust and your powers would only be an invasion of that.

“Neither was I,” you admitted, your tone softer than you intended. Your steps were fluid, your bodies moving in sync, but you couldn’t shake the quiet wariness that lingered at the edges of your mind. This felt too personal, too close for something that was supposed to be about strategy. A part of you inside, you realised, did not mind it. There is no harm in genuinely enjoying each other’s company, right? “But we’re here.”

He gave a slight nod, his gaze not leaving yours. “We are.”

For a few moments, the only sound was the music and the soft rustle of your movements. The way Eris moved with you, not leading too aggressively but not holding back either, felt like a delicate balance—one that required trust. And that trust was what made you hesitate, even as you followed his lead.

“You’re different than I expected,” you said quietly, your voice barely carrying over the music.

Eris raised an eyebrow, amusement filled his gaze, but the small smile on his lips didn’t hold its usual edge. “Different, how?”

You bit your lip, searching for the right words. “Less… calculated,” you said after a moment. “More… real.”

He chuckled softly, though it wasn’t mocking. “Is that a compliment or an insult?”

“I’m not sure yet,” you replied, the hint of a smile tugging at your lips despite the uncertainty in your heart. “But it’s unexpected.”

Eris’s expression shifted, something thoughtful passing over his features. “I suppose I’m full of surprises, then.”

The dance carried on, each step a little more sure than the last, the tension between you slowly dissolving into something else—something neither of you had anticipated. But even as the chemistry between you became palpable, there was still a part of you that remained guarded, your thoughts caught between what you were feeling and what this meant for everything else.

“You’re still hesitating,” Eris said after a beat, his voice low, though there was no judgment in his tone. “I can feel it.”

Your breath caught for a second, surprised by how easily he read you. But then, this was Eris—sharp, perceptive, always watching. “I’m not sure what to make of this,” you admitted softly. “Of us.”

His grip on your waist tightened slightly, just enough to ground you. “Neither am I,” he said quietly. “But maybe that’s part of it.”

The honesty in his voice startled you, and for a moment, you faltered in your steps. He caught you without hesitation, his hand steadying you as he pulled you back into the rhythm of the dance. His scent filled you as you got close to him again, crackling fire, smoky with a surprising touch of sweetness and a cosy blend of spices. It was intoxicating. His eyes searched yours, as though he was trying to figure out what you were thinking, trying to piece together the puzzle that was you.

“You don’t need to give me an answer tonight, you know?” Eris said softly, his thumb brushing against the back of your hand in a barely-there gesture. “Sometimes it’s okay not to know.”

The simplicity of his words made something in your chest loosen, even if just a little. You weren’t sure how much you trusted him yet, or what this dance would mean for the future, but in this moment, the weight of your decisions seemed to lighten.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you murmured, your voice quieter than before.

The music slowed, signalling the end of the dance, and as you pulled away, you noticed the lingering warmth of his hand in yours. You didn’t say anything else, and neither did he. There was no need for more words, not yet. But in the stillness that followed, with Eris watching you, not as a prince or a suitor, but as someone trying to understand you, you realized something important:

You weren’t entirely sure what was happening between you, but whatever it was, it wasn’t a game. Not anymore.

Azriel’s POV

Azriel watched from the shadows, his chest tightening with each passing second as you and Eris glided across the dance floor. The elegant way your bodies moved together was undeniable, but it was the way you smiled, that soft, hesitant smile, that made something in him twist uncomfortably. He couldn’t explain the feeling gnawing at him, but he knew one thing: this wasn’t just about diplomacy.

It was more than that.

He had been watching you for weeks now, ever since you’d first spoken to him at a meeting that seemed so insignificant at the time. But now, in this dimly lit ballroom, he could recall every detail of those moments, ever since you both first met, like a collection of memories he hadn’t even realized he’d stored away. Once he was aware of its existence he couldn’t stop noticing every little thing about you.

It started small. At first, he noticed how you carried yourself—calm and composed, yet always with a hint of mischief in your eyes. He remembered how you’d touch your lips absentmindedly when you were lost in thought or how you’d tuck a stray hair behind your ear without thinking twice about it. He’d caught himself staring more than once, admiring the little things about you—the delicate way you handled a blade, the way you always seemed to know when someone needed a kind word or a sharp one. And, by the mother, the times you wielded your powers had to be his favourite, the most lethal poisons indeed did come in the prettiest forms.

But then there were other moments—deeper, quieter ones. Like when you stood beside him, your shoulder brushing his for the briefest second, and he’d felt something stir within him, something he couldn’t name. Or the way you’d throw him a fleeting glance during those Inner Court meetings, where your eyes would catch his for just a second longer than necessary, and he’d be left wondering what lay beneath that look.

He never thought much of it at the time. It was all so subtle, so easy to ignore until it wasn’t.

He remembered one particular evening, only a week ago, when you had laughed at something Feyre had said during dinner. That laugh—it was rare to hear you laugh like that, full and genuine—and it had struck him in a way that made his chest feel uncomfortably tight. He’d found himself watching you for the rest of the evening, his attention constantly drifting toward you, but he brushed it off as nothing more than curiosity.

But now, watching you dance with Eris, all those subtle moments came crashing down on him. The way he’d been noticing the smallest things about you, how he’d been admiring them without truly registering why. How his thoughts would drift to you even when you weren’t in the room, and how lately, he found himself lingering near you whenever he could as if drawn by something he couldn’t quite grasp.

It wasn’t until now—until he saw you in someone else’s arms—that the realization hit him with the force of a tidal wave.

He was falling for you. Maybe he had been for a while. He didn’t even know when it started, but it had crept up on him, subtle and silent like his shadows.

And now, seeing you with Eris, something primal inside him screamed at the thought of losing you, of letting someone else see those small, beautiful things about you that he had come to cherish in secret.

Azriel’s hands clenched into fists at his sides, the tension rolling through his body like a storm. He couldn’t let this happen. Not without speaking to you. Not without making you rethink whatever it was you were about to do.

Y/N’s POV

As the music quieted, Eris kept your hand in his, guiding you away from the centre of the ballroom. There was a quiet elegance to your movements, a shared understanding that you both needed space from the watching eyes, if only for a moment. Together, you wandered aimlessly, threading your way through clusters of guests without a destination in mind. It wasn’t uncomfortable—more like the kind of aimlessness that made sense, where words weren’t always necessary.

Eris tilted his head toward you, a playful gleam lighting his amber eyes. “I have to admit,” he began, his voice low but teasing, “this might be the first ball where I’m not the sole subject of the whispers.”

You glanced up at him with a smirk, your lips curving just enough to show your amusement. “Oh, don’t pretend you don’t live for the scandal. You practically swim in it.”

He chuckled softly. “I’d never deny it. But tonight’s gossip is far juicier than I’d anticipated.”

That flicker of curiosity sparked to life inside you. “Go on, then. Don’t hold out on me.”

Eris leaned in just a bit closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur. “Word around the ballroom is that Lady Soralyn’s sudden disappearance from her estate last week wasn’t for the usual reasons.”

You raised a brow, intrigued. “Usual reasons? You mean like her terrible taste in lovers?”

His grin was wicked. “Oh, it’s much worse this time. She’s apparently been caught in a rather… delicate situation with Tarquin’s advisors, yes, advisors, in plural”

Your eyes widened as you barely held back a laugh. “No. She wouldn’t.”

“Oh, she would,” he replied, his gaze gleaming with mischief. “But that’s not even the best part. The advisors? Married. Their wives showed up mid-rendezvous.”

You couldn’t help it—you laughed softly, your hand coming up to cover your mouth. “How do you always manage to be privy to the worst scandals?”

Eris shrugged, that self-satisfied smirk dancing on his lips. “What can I say? People like to talk when they think no one’s listening. I simply… listen better than most.”

“Or people just assume you’re too arrogant to care,” you teased back, your tone light.

“Ah, but that’s the trick. Let them think what they want.” He paused, his grin taking on a wicked edge. “Besides, it’s always the ones who look disinterested who end up knowing everything.”

You shook your head, still chuckling at the absurdity of it all. “You must have enough blackmail material on half of Prythian by now.”

“More than half, if we’re being honest,” he replied smoothly, his playful tone fading into something more thoughtful.

For a while, you walked in comfortable silence, the sounds of the ballroom fading into the background. It was nice, the quiet between you, thick with shared understanding but without the need to fill the space with words.

“I have to admit, Y/N,” he began, breaking the silence, glancing at her with that ever-present smirk, “there are some rather interesting rumours swirling around about you.”

You tilted your head, intrigued but wary. “Oh? I’m sure they’re all incredibly dignified and respectful.”

Eris let out a short laugh, shaking his head. “Oh, very. One of the rumours is that you’re the one to fear more than anyone in your court. They speak of how you can practically stop a person’s heart with a look, maybe even… slow their pulse to a crawl.”

You scoffed lightly, but there was a trace of amusement in your voice. “I can’t help it if people are easily intimidated.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Easily? Y/N, I’ve seen battle-hardened generals flinch when you enter a room.”

“Well,” you shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant, though the flicker of a smile betrayed you, “alright, I have nothing to say to that.”

“Exactly.” Eris teased, but then his expression softened into something more genuine. “Though, truth be told, it’s what made me curious about you in the first place.”

You glanced up at him, taken aback. “Curious?”

Eris nodded, his amber eyes lingering on hers. “While others were whispering in fear, I wondered if there wasn’t more to the story. Something they were too blind or too intimidated to see.” His voice lowered, holding a trace of warmth that caught her off guard. “Turns out, I was right.”

You simply blinked, momentarily lost for words, the vulnerability in his tone throwing her slightly off balance. But Eris, never one to let a moment linger too long, cleared his throat and switched to a lighter tone.

Of course, there’s one piece of gossip about you that’s been making the rounds lately—something very scandalous.”

You shot him a wary look, already preparing for whatever teasing remark he was about to throw her way. “Oh? And here I thought I’d been behaving.”

Eris chuckled, low and dangerous. “Apparently, at a certain high-society dinner a few months back, there was a rather loud—and, shall we say, descriptive—comment made about you.”

A frown formed on your face, curiosity piqued despite the sinking feeling in your stomach. “Descriptive? Of what, exactly?”

Eris leaned in, his voice dropping into a mock whisper as he delivered the punchline. “Some lord from the Dawn Court—inebriated beyond saving, of course—remarked that he had it on good authority that you could literally make a man drop dead between the sheets. And not literally, if you catch my drift.”

Your mouth dropped open, blood rushing to your face, flushing with embarrassment. “You’re joking.”

“Dead serious.” Eris grinned wickedly, savouring the look of horror that spread across your face. “He claimed you had some very specific talents when it came to manipulating…certain bodily functions.”

You groaned, running a hand over your face as if to hide from the mortifying thought. “Stars, please tell me you’re making this up.”

“Wish I was.” Eris smirked, clearly enjoying her discomfort. “The entire room fell silent. A few looked horrified, but others were—let’s say—intrigued. I distinctly remember someone asking if there were any volunteers for you to demonstrate your ‘gifts’ after dinner.”

You swatted his arm in exasperation, mortified. “You’re disgusting, Eris.”

He laughed, completely unbothered. “I’m disgusting? You should’ve seen the way half the room was staring at you afterwards. They were probably wondering if they’d survive the night in your bed or if they’d drop dead with a smile on their face.”

Y/N shot him a glare, though she couldn’t stop the embarrassed laugh that slipped out. “I can’t believe people talk about me like that. How vulgar. Though that is a nice idea, never tried that before.”

Eris’s eyes darkened at that comment, not giving him a chance to reply to that you sighed, shaking your head in disbelief. “Well, I’m thrilled to know I’m the subject of such flattering gossip.”

Eris caught on and just smirked, a spark of admiration shining beneath his teasing gaze. “You might hate it, but it’s true. They don’t know what to make of you, Y/N. They’re either terrified of you or—”

“—or want to sleep with me, apparently,” she cut in, her tone dry.

Eris chuckled again, but this time there was a note of sincerity in his voice. “Some of us fall into neither category, you know? Not that I’ll object to the latter but only if you are up to it .”

Your teasing expression softened slightly as you glanced up at him, sensing something deeper beneath the banter. But before you could respond, a familiar shadowy presence loomed behind.

Azriel.

He stepped forward, his gaze sharp and focused, cutting through the playful atmosphere like a knife. “Y/N,” he said quietly, his voice steady but tense. “We need to talk.”

His expression was calm, but his hazel eyes were burning with something else—something you hadn’t seen before. The sight of him so close, after days of him being absent, sent your heart into overdrive.

You glanced at Eris, who raised an eyebrow but stepped back graciously. “I’ll wait for you by the balcony,” he said smoothly, leaving you and Azriel alone in the crowd.

Azriel wasted no time, pulling you aside to a quieter corner of the room. His grip on your arm was firm, his shadows swirling anxiously around his feet.

“Azriel, what—?”

“Why are you doing this?” His voice was low, almost a growl. “Why are you letting him... How are you so sure that you don’t have a mate? Did he die? Is that it?”

The shock hit you like a physical blow. You had never seen Azriel this... shaken. The calm, collected Spymaster seemed to be unravelling before you. “Azriel, what are you talking about?”

His eyes flicked over your face, searching for something—an answer, a sign, anything. “Y/N, I know what I’m saying sounds ridiculous. But you can’t go through with this. I can’t let you marry him.”

You blinked, taken aback. “Yes, I do have a mate and he is very much alive, Azriel.”

The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. Azriel’s expression shifted, confusion and something darker clouding his features. “Then why are you doing this? Why are you... with Eris?”

You couldn’t help but raise your voice, “Because mating bonds are complicated! Trust me, my mate isn’t interested. The cauldron makes mistakes.”

“Y/n, rejecting a mating bond is so painful, it’s worse than death.” He says in a matter-of-fact tone.

You felt a flicker of something like hope stir inside you, but it was quickly drowned out by the weight of reality. “Why does it matter to you, Azriel?” you asked softly. “Why are you so bothered by this?”

His response was immediate, but it wasn’t what you wanted to hear. “Eris isn’t good enough for you.”

A bitter laugh escaped your lips. Of course. Of course, it would be about Eris, not about him realising he was your mate. You stepped back, the disappointment settling like a stone in your chest.

“I need to go,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “Eris is waiting for me.”

You found Eris on the balcony, staring out into the night. He turned when you approached, his smirk softening into something more genuine.

“Well?” he asked, his tone light but his eyes searching yours.

“I’ve been thinking,” you began, leaning against the railing. “Prythian needs this. And maybe... maybe I do, too.”

Eris’s brow lifted, but the teasing was gone from his expression. “You’re really considering it, then?”

You nodded, exhaling softly. “We both know this alliance is necessary. And... who knows? Maybe we’ll be good for each other.”

Eris studied you for a long moment before stepping closer, his hand resting over yours on the railing. “I never thought I’d hear you say that. But... I’m glad.”

You exchanged a look, one filled with an understanding that ran deeper than words. It wasn’t love, but it was something. And maybe that was enough.

“I accept your proposal,” you said softly.

The ceremony was held later that evening, under the cover of moonlight at a temple just beyond the court. Everything was ready—the vows, the magic that would bind you and Eris together in an alliance sealed by more than just words.

But as the moment to seal the bond drew closer, you felt it. A pull deep within your chest.

Azriel stormed into the temple, his wings outstretched, his shadows wild around him. His eyes locked onto you, fury and desperation swirling within them.

“You said your mate wasn’t interested,” he ground out, his voice like shattered glass. “Well, I am fucking interested.”

Time seemed to stop.

Azriel’s voice rose, a tremor in his tone. “I wish the bond had snapped earlier, before all this. But I’ll be damned if I watch you marry another male when I’m standing right here.”

The world seemed to tilt beneath your feet as Azriel’s words hung in the air. You stared at him, unable to breathe, unable to move. His wings, the embodiment of his fury, flared behind him as his gaze bore into you, wild and unrelenting. He was waiting for you to say something, to react, but your mind was spinning.

You heard Eris shift beside you, but your eyes were still locked on Azriel’s. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be. After all this time, after all the signals you thought you had misread, he was standing here, confessing... what? That he was your mate? That he had known?

“I... I don’t understand,” you finally managed to choke out, your voice trembling.

Azriel took a step closer, his shadows curling anxiously around his feet. “The bond, Y/N. It snapped. Just now. I didn’t know... I didn’t realize... but I can’t let this happen. I can’t let you marry him.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest, the weight of everything pressing down on you, making it hard to think. Your mate. Azriel was your mate. A part of you wanted to feel relief, to feel joy, but all you could feel was fear. Fear for Prythian, fear for the consequences this revelation would bring.

“You said your mate wasn’t interested,” Azriel repeated, his voice breaking slightly. “But I am. I’ve always been. And now that I know... I can’t lose you.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came. Instead, your eyes flickered to Eris. He stood there, expression unreadable, though his amber eyes held a strange mix of emotions. There was no anger, no fury—just a quiet understanding, and perhaps a trace of sadness.

“I have to do this,” you whispered, more to yourself than to Azriel.

“No,” Azriel said, his voice hot, desperate. “No, Y/N. Fuck Prythian, fuck this alliance. I don’t care if the entire world burns down—none of it matters if it means losing you.”

The force of his words knocked the air out of your lungs, and before you could stop yourself, you were surging forward, crashing into him. His arms were around you in an instant, pulling you close, and his lips met yours in a kiss that was all fire and fury and desperation. It was as if the world had indeed stopped, and at that moment, all that mattered was the feeling of his mouth on yours, the taste of him, the bond snapping into place so forcefully that it left you both breathless.

When you finally broke apart, you stared up at him, your heart racing. This... this was real. The bond was real.

But as the haze of the kiss faded, reality came crashing back in. You could feel the weight of the court’s eyes on you, feel Eris’s presence behind you. Slowly, you turned to face him.

Eris stood tall, his expression carefully neutral, but there was no mistaking the sadness in his gaze. He let out a soft breath, his lips quirking into a wry smile. “Well... I’ll be damned.”

You took a step toward him, guilt twisting in your chest. “Eris, I am so sorry—”

He held up a hand, cutting you off gently. “Don’t. You don’t need to apologize. I knew something was off, even if I didn’t want to admit it. I just... I had hoped, for once, that I could have something for myself.”

Your throat tightened as you watched him. He was still so composed, still so regal, but there was a depth of pain in his eyes that made your heartache.

“I saw a future with you,” Eris continued, his voice quiet. “A good one. Even now, I selfishly wish that Azriel would have realized his bond too late, but...” He shook his head, giving you a sad, lopsided smile. “But I want you to be happy and clearly, you are.”

You took another step closer, your heart aching with the weight of what could have been. “I’m sorry, Eris. I never wanted this to happen... not like this.”

He nodded, the smile still lingering on his lips, though it was tinged with bitterness. “I know. But it’s not your fault. Mating bonds work in strange ways.” His eyes flicked to Azriel, who was watching the exchange with a guarded expression. “Leave it to the Illyrians to always steal my bride.”

The comment was meant to be lighthearted, but the pain laced in his tone was unmistakable. And then, with a final glance at you, Eris gave a small, respectful bow. “Maybe in another lifetime,” he murmured, before winnowing away, leaving you standing there with a strange emptiness in your chest.

The court had dispersed by the time you and Azriel returned to your apartment, the weight of the night settling over you both. The silence was thick between you, the bond still thrumming with energy, still raw and new.

Azriel was the first to break it, his voice soft but full of unspoken emotion. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You met his gaze, your heart aching. “Because I didn’t think... I didn’t think you’d want this. You’ve always been so close to Elain, and I didn’t want to come between that.”

A flicker of something dark passed over his features. “Elain and I... that was never real. It was just... a projection, a fantasy of something I thought I wanted. But you...” His voice softened, his fingers brushing against your cheek. “You are what’s real. And I was too blind to see it.”

Your breath hitched at the tenderness in his touch, the intensity in his eyes. “Azriel...”

“I love you,” he said, the words falling from his lips like a vow. “I love you, Y/N. I have for a long time, and I’m not going to waste another second.”

You surged forward, capturing his lips in a kiss that was softer this time, but no less powerful. The bond flared between you, stronger now, more certain, and as you melted into each other, you knew—this was where you were meant to be.

The rest of the night was spent in a blur of whispered confessions, stolen kisses, and the quiet realization that, despite everything, this was your future.

Azriel was your future.

And as the stars twinkled outside your window, you knew you wouldn’t have it any other way.

A little note from me, kind of an acknowledgement too:

First and foremost, I am so sorry for taking this long to finish this. Apparently thinking of the story alone isn't enough. I can't believe I actually finished it, despite it being short (I don't think these characters could handle any more angst).

Thank you for all the love I've gotten for this fic, especially because this is the first fic I've made public. It means so much to me!!

And finally, my thoughts on Y/n and how the story ended.

This is a fanfic I've been thinking of ever since I read the ACOTAR series and it has been years since then. So yeah, I am a bit disappointed to see the reader making shitty, impulsive decisions, I am sorry if it gave you the ick.

I fell for Eris even more if that was even possible while writing this part. He deserves everything and more. My poor baby, I am so sorry for what I did to you. I wish I could make it better, I actually thought of making Y/n use her powers to lessen Eris's pain or at least make it a bit more tolerable but I felt it would be wrong to him.

I really hoped I could write an ending where Eris would not be hurt but I don't think this story could end in any other way. A tragedy, really. Eris and Y/n would have been the bestest of friends before anything. I'd like to believe it could still happen, platonically at least.

Anyway, I'll leave this to you now, again, thank you so much for reading!!

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#azriel #azriel fanfic #azriel x reader #acotar #eris vanserra x reader #eris vanserra #rhysand

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luvulyy · 10 months ago

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𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍.

𝖹𝖴𝖪𝖮 𝖷 𝖬𝖠𝖫𝖤 𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖤𝖱

WARNINGS: EXPLICIT SMOKING WEED

The feeling of Zuko's feet and legs tangled up in yours was the best sensation you had ever experienced.

Though that might be the weed speaking. You didn't think you would have believed he was this close to you if you both were sober.

The others were camped up in the far end of the Air Nomad temple. It was a bright night, the moon high in the sky was your only company as the embers of your campfire spluttered. When Zuko had emerged to the part of the ruins you often occupied on sleepless nice you'd quickly known what he was seeking.

A reprieve from silent four walls. A comfort only your company could give him. Plus it didnt hurt that he knew exactly how you tended to spend evenings like this, lazily smoking and admiring the stars.

There had been little words exchanged as Zuko joined your place sitting against the ruined walls, there wasn't any need to. Maybe you were afraid it would break the moment, silent and serene as the night chill swirled around you.

The closest you got to speaking was Zuko's nod of gratitude when you first offered him the joint.

The silence was short lived however, shattered when Zuko's body began to shake with the force of coughing. You instinctively began to rub his back, ignoring how much you enjoyed the sensation. It came far too casually, the urge to just continuously stroke your hand up and down his back.

As the coughs eased Zuko spluttered into his fist. 'Fuck, how can you stand that shit. My throat burns.'

You chuckled lowly, still not removing your hand. 'Mad talk from the firebender.'

Zuko tsked under his breath and finally passed it back, not meeting your eyes. You pulled deeply, enjoying the warm sensation that travelled through your body. You let your head lull back against the cold bricks, eyes lazily drawn to Zuko.

They always were, high or not. Not that you'd ever consider acting on your feelings.

Still, that didn't stop you when you finally moved your hand, instead travelling up to throw an arm across his shoulders. You pulled him into your side gently, only offering 'It's cold and you're hot, don't blame me' as explanation.

You ignored the blush that bloomed on his cheeks, and feigned ignorance when Zuko snuggled in the slightest amount.

As you returned the joint to him your eyes met and electricity flushed down your spine. It was impossible not to drown in his amber eyes, they were all you could see. They almost seemed to sparkle, rivalling the celestial view framing him. The slight red tinging his waterline complimented his usual colour scheme.

He was even more adorable than usual like this, relaxing into the high and your touch. Seeing him not entirely strung for once was nice. Endearing.

With another hit Zuko relaxed even further, melting into your side. As his head resting softly began against you you could've sworn your heart skipped a beat.

You could feel the line between you starting to blur. It was nothing new, there were times during the day you contemplated it. Times he looked at you with an indecipherable expression. With something you hoped was the affection you were also harbouring deep down.

You watched as Zuko went for a second pull and didn't get stop him. Maybe you were a little biased. Something you instantly regretted as he was hit with yet another wave of coughing. The two of you had no choice but to wait it out, silent until he stifled them to an occasional occurrence.

Zuko's eyes fell to you, tracing your face in true out of it fashion. 'How do you do this without dying? It's actually so unfair. Favouritism.'

You snorted in what you were sure was an attractive manner. Then paused as an idea came to you.

'Here, how bout we try something, might help you with the coughing.' You offered, face slack as to not give anything away.

The future fire lord simply raised an eyebrow sceptically. 'When has an idea of yours ever done us good?'

'You trust me?' You shot back, feeling emboldened by the high and atmosphere.

Zuko still looked unsure but nodded.

You tried to swallow your anxieties. This could either go very good or very wrong.

You inhaled deeply, eyes not leaving his. Then gestured for him to come closer, which he wordlessly obeyed. You turned your head, he was now so much closer than you'd expected. You drank in every beautiful detail of his face, so soft yet handsome in every way.

'Open?' You whispered lowly, holding the smoke in your lungs. Zuko's eyes widened slightly as he caught on, but he still did as told. You inched slightly closer, lips almost touching, then gently exhaled the puff into his mouth.

Zuko mimicked your deep breath in and blinked cutely when the inevitable wave of coughing never came. He seemed at a loss for words.

'That alright?' You pressed, body tense in anticipation. You really had no idea how he would react.

Yet all you got was a shrug as the firebender resumed his position using you as support. 'I'm not coughing my guts up, which is a start. What was that anyway?'

'Shotgunning.' You replied simply, playing it off as something casual and definitely didn't make your heart beat faster. You took another pull just to distract yourself, occupy your mind with something other than replaying the tantalising memory of his lips right next to yours.

You sat in silence for a minute, enjoying the ease his presence brought you. The fire crackled lazily but you made no motion to tend to it, instead Zuko lazily flicked his wrist and it roured back to life. You were admiring the flames dance when he spoke.

'Can we do it again?'

You froze like a deer in headlights. The courage you'd mustered earlier was nowhere to be found. But the buzz at the edge of your senses eased you. And the pink lingering on his cheeks was equally encouraging.

'If you're sure...' You offered softly, leaving things to Zuko. You didnt want to pressure him, didnt want to leave any chance of misreading where things were going.

Zuko shifted so his face was opposite yours again, eyes perfectly focused on yours. He shifted slightly so his forehead was pressing gently against yours. It was so gentle and intimate it took everything you had to resist holding him.

'I'm sure.' He whispered back, and the crystal clear question in his eyes left nothing unanswered.

You took another pull, and returned your lips to a hair's breath away from his. Pausing for a second to enjoy the moment, the warmth radiating from his presence, his closeness.

Then you exhaled. You moved impossibly closer to aim for his mouth, at the same time he raised his head to meet yours.

And somewhere along the way his lips found yours.

They were just as soft as you'd imagined, pressing against you with adorable shyness yet eager. Your breaths mingled and smoke danced between you. He tasted of weed and cold night air and it was the best thing you'd ever tasted. It was addictive, better than any drug.

As Zuko's grip found your collar and pulled you impossibly closer, you got a feeling that the shotgunning wasn't going to be a one time thing. Or the kissing.

#this is projecting me and my bf smoking #im the one coughing im zuko #zuko #zuko x male reader #atla zuko #x male reader insert #zuko x reader #zuko x y/n #zuko x you #atla x reader #zuko x gender neutral reader

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pycnolite · 2 months ago

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Thank you so much for the tags @holylustration, @theevilscribbler and @themagnificentmags! Love you all. <3

Writing has also been slow, but here's six recent lines from the first draft of a post-game longfic I've been working on for the last few months called This Dark Hour.

“This thing has feasted upon billions of souls. It will feast upon the stars until they die, until all of us die. How can you trust this abomination?”

"Perhaps I should have stayed with the Inquisition."

Amber roared with righteous fire, and Heinrix feared what she could become.

"I need you to know we might lose," he said.

The last one is directly taken from The Fire by Vincent Lima, which is a beautiful song I discovered recently, and fits the planned story and Amber & Heinrix's arc in This Dark Hour so perfectly.

It's going to be a long-term WIP, but I'm very excited to reveal it when it's all finished!

Tagging @lorraineofcominantes, @cadencespark, @aesfocus, @galateaencore, @pheedraws and @icasticonoclast if you would like. <3

Last six lines

I was tagged ages ago by @vossn but I had nothing to share but with the next chapter done her are the last six lines written:

“No. Just hold me. Hold me and tell me everything will be fine.” Heinrix clasped her tighter still. His heartbeat thrummed in her ear. The warmth of his embrace rekindled the ember in her chest, and its heat spread along her limbs. With every shared breath her splintered heart mended. Like a diligent craftsman, Heinrix reassembled it with every stroke of his hand. Every whisper added another tiny part. Every brush of his lips against her skin gave it another jagged piece back. It was far from being whole, yet it would heal with time and care. “Everything will fall into place, my love.”

I'm tagging @holylustration @pheedraws @pallysuune @vitanithepure @jaal-ama-daravv @hazelderiva

#tag game #rogue trader #An Ember the Colour of Amber #my writing

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utterlyotterlyx · 11 months ago

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I love your writing. Could you write an Eris x Reader where she's known he's her mate but he didn't? And maybe they had a flirty thing going but nothing more Beron was recently overthrown and she finally felt safe to be more assertive about her feelings.

Oh my gosh, thank you!

A thousand times yes, let's go.

Dark Paradise

Summary - Eris was the only person who truly saw you, the daughter of a Lord of the Day Court, but when the bond snaps and creates a one sided love, you have no other choice but to distance yourself or else face Beron's wrath.

Warnings - pining, angst, fluff, mentions of torture

It had never been more than what it was, lingering looks of longing and what others would call harmless flirting, but to you, it meant the world.

Autumn wasn't exactly safe for you. Beron wasn't stupid enough to stand against Helion, even for the moment of satisfaction it would bring him to see you cowered and hurt. He'd made it clear he thought of it often.

You had moved to Autumn by the order of your High Lord, there was the potential that you could one day wed one of his sons since you were the daughter of a very powerful lord holed within the Court of Day. It had been two years since you had been moved into the Forest House, two years since you had met the Autumn Court heir and shrugged off attention from anyone else.

It had been a difficult adjustment, your Day Court attire was too revealing, too thin to protect you from the seasonal court you had found yourself within.

You knew Beron had no intention of wedding you to one of his sons, but you were a very lucrative card in his arsenal. Helion was like family, he'd to anything to ensure your safety, and Beron knew that fact well, like he'd thought about it more often that not.

But Eris. Mother above. Eris.

Hair the colour of hot embers, rich amber eyes, the cobalt jacket over a cream shirt with the top two buttons undone, brown leather pants, and the melody of the warm autumn forest as the sun slit its slumberous eye through the tree line mixed with smoked pinewood, enough to make you swoon.

Eris had grown to like you, he didn't speak to you much when you had first arrived, but after finding you with one of his sickly pups in the stables and where you began nursing her back to life did he know that you weren't in his home for any sinister reason.

From then, it had been long glances, insatiable flirting, small smirks that pulled at the edges of his lips when he saw you across the room, late night visits to the kitchens to eat pumpkin pie, and walks up the hills to catch the sunrise.

You were surprised it didn't happen sooner.

The snap that is.

When he had handed the now fully healthy and wriggling pup to you and told you to keep her, that her life continued because of you so she should be yours. It wouldn't be fair on her to be away from the being she had imprinted on.

The way his amber orbs brightened at the sight of her, Maple, wriggling around in your arms to douse your face in those sweet puppy breath kisses, the way he smiled at the sight was enough for your soul to sing. It was like he was the centre of gravity and all you wanted was to fall and allow him to pull you to where you needed to go.

But when the little gasp had left your lips, when he had looked at you with that furrowed brow of concern and asked, "What's wrong?" You knew that it was completely one sided.

Perhaps it wasn't a bad thing that he didn't know. If Beron had found out that the High Fae female he loathed was mated to his heir, he would surely do everything in his power to be rid of you before you could do any real damage. Helion' wrath or not, Beron would peel the skin from your body and relish in your cries.

So, you continued on seemingly unphased, raising Maple to be the most docile and beautiful creature, all whilst distancing yourself from Eris. No more morning walks. No more pumpkin pie after dark. Instead, his looks of longing turned into stares of concern, and the rife flirting had transformed into cornering you and asking if everything was alright to which you simply nodded to before scurrying away.

"Did my father say something to you?" Eris had pinned you to the wall by your rooms one evening, Beron was throwing some pompous dinner for the Lords of Autumn and you had done your duty as dictated by your title, wanting nothing more to leave the room and bury your face into Maple's fur until sleep consumed you.

"No."

"You're lying," Eris' eyes darkened, "You're my friend, Y/N. Tell me what I've done."

Friend.

"I, I just," footsteps approached and you flinched from his grip, trying to stick to the shadows as the steps passed and faded into silence, "I think I forgot my place here," you told him in a hushed tone.

Eris examined you, rolling his eyes down your body before finding your face and waiting expectantly for you to continue. Autumn suited you, the colours complimented you perfectly, the deep hues of earth and the brightness of the day melting into pristine harmony. You stood before him in a velvet stress the colour of ripe plums, hair unbound and falling down your back, with two braids meeting to frame your face.

"You mean everything to me, you're the only person here who actually sees me," his gaze softened and he willed you to continue, he loved your candidness, your will to always be truthful but also be mindful of how you spoke so that you didn't upset others, "I'm afraid that Beron will mistake our friendship for something more. He hates me, he hates everything I stand for, and I'm sure he'd have no problem showing me just as much. I have to distance myself, I don't have a choice if I ever want to go home."

"So that's it?"

"It has to be, Eris. I'm sorry," your bottom lip wobbled, Eris knew how hard you had tried to fit in and make friends with the people in Autumn, but Autumn hated outsiders, and that was what you were. You were so lonely there, and Beron was too stubborn to let you go.

If only he knew how much you loved him, how much you yearned for that tether dancing in the autumn breeze to find something to bind itself to. If only he knew how you dreamt of a life with him and how he consumed your dreams, night and day, his face was there, he was there all of the time and you were suffocating.

It had happened.

Beron was finally gone.

The news had spread around Forest House, the chatter so loud that it had awoken you that morning.

Maple was perched on the edge of your cream coloured comforter, tail wagging and ears pricked upward to the sky as if she was absorbing every bit of information that floated through the closed door.

Beron was gone. You were free.

But Eris. Poor Eris.

You knew that Eris loathed everything his father stood for, that he was already looking for a way to usurp the High Lord and take his place, to make the Autumn Court better for all. But his father had still died, his sire, the man who raised him.

Dressing quickly and calling Maple after you, you hurtled through the Forest House, squeezing through the haze of alarmed bodies that swarmed the foyers and halls, all muttering their shock, and some, delight.

Maple trotted alongside you happily, her ears flopping over her face as you raced toward his rooms, to only be stopped at his doors by two guards telling you that the new High Lord wished to be left alone. At the sound of your desperate voice, the doors behind them opened to reveal him.

Eris stood before you dishevelled, hair messy, bags under his eyes, swollen red cheeks, and clothes askew, he growled at the two guards before grabbing your wrist and pulling you inside, closing the door securely behind you.

Eris immediately fell into you, loud sobs soaring through his body, you supported his weight in your arms and worked your fingers into his hair, shushing him softly and holding him as closely as you could.

"I'm so sorry, Eris," you strained, threatening to join him in his sorrow, you swallowed it down and used the pads of your thumbs to wipe his tears away as his eyes scoured your face, like it was the last time he'd ever see it.

It took him a moment but he finally spoke, "I'm more upset about you leaving, is that bad?"

"What?"

Eris swallowed thickly, water pooling at the corners of his eyes again as he held your forearms in his hands, tracing small circles into your skin and drowning in your scent.

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee clung to you, with a hint of honey and lavender, "He's gone, Y/N. You're free, you can go home."

Eris watched your face soften, he watched as you tried to contain your tears, he watched as you took a step closer to him and peered upward so that your eyes pierced through his soul, "I don't want to go, Eris."

Frowning, he asked, "Why? Beron was the only thing keeping you here-"

"Not the only thing," your voice was barely above a whisper, so quiet that he would have missed your words if it weren't for you standing directly under his nose. "You were right that night. I have been lying to you."

Eris said nothing and you continued with a shaky breath, "I'm sorry that I had to distance myself, that I had to stop being me with you. It was either be lonely or risk Beron hurting us, and I couldn't let him do that."

Sun filtered through the windows, cascading its glow over your bodies and spilling onto the floor, curling around you both to avoid interrupting the words flowing from your lips, "Seeing you was the best part of my day, no one looks at me here but not only do you look at me, you understand me, you see me for everything I am and accept it without hesitation. I couldn't be the reason you got hurt, I would sooner die than be the reason of any of your pain."

Eris looked down at you, etching the slope of your nose and curve of your lips to memory, the sun shone on you, making the bright specks of your eyes dance in its light and your skin glimmer softly like fine sand. It was your eyes he loved the most, pools of wonder and sadness, you spoke with your eyes, he had noticed, every single mood of your was clear as day when he looked into them.

Adoration was laced in them, elegant guarded adoration.

The glow felt brighter, and shimmers of gold tugged at his essence, enough to see you in a different world of light that wrapped around you both.

Eris was breathless, panting softly through his nose, "You're my mate," and as he said the word the bond came to life, that lonely tether dancing in the autumn breeze now finding the end it so craved to entwine itself with, "You knew?"

You nodded, "From the day you gave me Maple," you smiled sadly, that had been just over six months ago, and then it all made sense to him.

Eris had almost gone insane trying to figure out why you had suddenly cut him out of your life, but of course you were trying to protect yourself, to protect him from the evil that was Beron. The former High Lord would have brutalised you if he had known of it. You would have rather have been all alone than risk Beron unleashing his anger onto Eris.

"Why didn't you tell me? I could have done something, I would have gotten us out of here, I would have taken you away and kept you safe," his fingers brushed against your cheek and you leaned into his touch, fire skittering across your skin.

"I didn't want to put you in that position, I couldn't do that to you," tears fell from your eyes and Eris kissed them away, the salty drops coating his lips.

"You've been alone all this time because you didn't want put me in that position?" Eris' hands fell to your waist and he pulled you in closer, your chests meeting, he pressed his lips to your forehead, mumbling against your skin, "I would turn this court into ash if it meant that you were safe."

"Eris-"

"No, let me talk," he held your face in his hands, willing you to meet his eye as he lowered his gaze, "You are my heaven and my hell, you are the morning sun that illuminates the world after a night of storms and darkness, you are the sandy shore that glistens in the moonlight, you are the first birdsong that cuts through the equinox. You are everything, and you are mine, really mine?"

Eris felt as though he was dreaming, or maybe he was stood in the middle of some cruel nightmare, but as you stood on your tip toes and brushed your lips against his, he knew that no pinch was necessary to wake him, your soft lips were certainly enough to remind him that you were there and real, and his until the moment he took his last breath.

Authors Note

I really hope you like this! Thank you for the request, I love writing for Eris so much x

#fanfiction #imagine #acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar imagine #maasverse #eris vanserra #eris acotar #eris x reader #helion acotar #rhysand #a court of thorns and roses

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rainy streets & cigarette tips

sunday x reader. sunday smokes here. this takes place some time after jade sends him off with wise words and a deal (YALL MY SUNDAY BRAINROT GETS WORSE EVERYDAY UUEEEE😭)

summary: you find sunday in a quiet alley in penacony, where he’s hiding from the chaos of the dreamscape. as the rain falls harder, sunday suggests leaving the alley for somewhere else, leading you both through the streets of penacony.

the first thing you noticed was the rain. it's wasn't the hard, dramatic kind of storm that soaked you to the bone in an instant. it was soft, steady, the kind that crept up on you until you realised your clothes were damp and the air was colder than it should've been. the neon lights reflected off the wet pavement, turning the streets into rivers of colour. penacony always felt alive, buzzing like it could shake itself apart at any moment.

you weren't sure why you ended up in that alley, but then again, you never really did when it came to finding sunday. he had a way of being exactly where you didn't expect him, but always where you needed him.

tonight, he was leaning against the wall, half-hidden in the shadows. his cigarette glowed faintly in the dim light, the ember flaring and fading like a heartbeat. the rain didn't seem to bother him. he just stood there, his shoulders relaxed, hood tucked neatly around his neck like he wasn't standing in a damp, grimy alley in the middle of the dreamscape.

"lost again?" he asked, not even looking up as you stepped closer.

"looking for you, actually," you shot back, crossing your arms.

his lips twitched, almost a smile, but not quite. "well, you found me. congratulations."

you rolled your eyes, leaning against the wall opposite him. the alley smelled like rain on hot metal, with a faint undercurrent of grease and smoke from the food stalls nearby. the faint thump of bass from a club down the street echoed through the narrow space, mixing with the sound of water dripping from the eaves.

"do you always hide out in places like this?" you asked, watching as he took another slow drag of his cigarette.

sunday shrugs, exhaling smoke that curled lazily into the air. "sometimes. better than being in the middle of all that." he gestured vaguely toward the street, where people moved in a chaotic stream under the flashing lights.

"you don't strike me as the hiding type."

"and you don't strike me as the following type," he countered, amber eyes flicking toward you.

you smirked. "maybe i'm full of surprises."

for a moment, neither of you said anything. the rain was picking up, the drops heavier now, tapping against the pavement and the metal pipes lining the alley walls. you watched as the puddle near your feet rippled with each drop, the neon lights above turning it into a kaleidoscope of colour.

"have you ever thought about leaving penacony?" you asked suddenly.

sunday's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression unreadable. he didn't answer right away, just flicked ash from his cigarette and let it fall into the puddle. "sometimes," he said finally. "but leaving doesn't mean anything if you don't know where you're going."

you tilted your head, considering that. "isn't anywhere better than here?"

"not always."

his tone was flat, but there was something in it— something sharp, like a memory he didn't want to share. you decided not to push him. instead, you let the silence stretch out, the sound of the rain filling the space between you.

"let's go," he said, voice low but firm.

"where?"

"anywhere that's not here."

sunday grabs your wrist, and you follow him without question as he led the way out of the alley. the streets were quieter now, most people having taken shelter from the rain. the dreamscape felt different like this— less alive, maybe, but more open.

"do you think you'll ever stop running?" you asked as you walked, glancing down at the hand sunday wrapped around your wrist.

he glanced back at you, his expression thoughtful. "not running, not anymore. just... moving."

you nodded, the answer feeling right somehow. the two of you kept walking, the rain soaking through your clothes, but neither of you seemed to mind it. it wasn't about the destination. it never was.

#sunday x reader #honkai star rail #honkai star rail imagines #x reader #honkai star rail x reader #sunday #sunday x you #hsr imagine #hsr imagines #hsr #hsr sunday

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clockwork-ashes · 8 months ago

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Day 2: Familiars

a small one-shot for @azrisweek :))

Azriel watched carefully as one of his shadows hovered just above the Autumn Court heir’s shoulder. It danced briefly, almost as if to taunt the shadowsinger, before it made itself comfortable, resting once more.

Eris was standing over the high table, palms flat against the ancient wood, amber eyes flicking between the maps he had placed there moments before. He was biting the inside of cheek, Azriel noticed, perhaps a nervous habit.

The maps looked old to Azriel, some hand-painted before the court’s borders existed. He was surprised that Eris would let one of his hounds, no matter how well-behaved they all seemed to be, rest his large snout right on the table. Eris had taken all of the scrolls and parchments from the Forest House library, searching on Rhysand’s behalf for Koschei’s lake. He wondered if the maps were priceless, and whether Eris might find himself in serious trouble if the massive dog decided that the papers looked appetizing.

But Azriel could admit that he was paying very little attention to the maps, especially as Eris had decided to remove his jacket, to untie the fabric that had been around his collar, leaving him in shirtsleeves and a waistcoat. It was entirely too comfortable for Azriel, the triangle of skin at the other male’s throat making his mind wander.

In response to his thoughts, another one of Azriel’s shadows slowly swirled away from him, choosing to float its way around Eris’s neck. The hound’s ears twitched, but the animal did not move.

Eris hummed in approval and Azriel turned his attention back to the maps.

“Find something useful?” He asked the other male, moving to stand at his side. Eris’s scent was overwhelming, like apples and vanilla, reminding Azriel of the baked goods Autumn was known for.

Eris shrugged elegantly. “Something interesting,” he mumbled, pale fingers tracing the carefully painted lines of a mountain range.

Azriel’s brows furrowed as he searched for whatever detail Eris had spotted, but he could not pay attention as he saw another one of his shadows right by the rings on the prince’s hand.

He silently willed them all to return, only for another little shadow to float by the smokehound. Snout only twitching, the animal was like a statue, frozen in place. Large eyes the colour of dying embers followed the shadow, and swift as the wind, the hound snapped its jaws.

Eris clicked his tongue in response, the dog whining. Azriel watched as Eris lazily pet the animal, hardly wary despite the hound’s unnervingly sharp teeth.

“Tell your shadows to keep away from Pyrrhus,” Eris added, not even bothering to look at Azriel.

Azriel felt as his lips pulled up in a smile. He watched as more shadows whirled around the hound, some dancing between Eris and the animal. “Of course.”

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #eris vanserra #eris x azriel #azris #azrisweek2024 #ashes writes sometimes #i am convinced the shadows and the hounds like each other

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holylustration · 2 months ago

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Dopamine Week #5: Fic Recommendation

This Dopamine Week's theme is "series" and to that end, I'd like to recommend @pycnolite 's An Ember the Colour of Amber. There are currently 18 stories (soon to be 19!), so there's absolutely no shortage of reading material.

There are a lot of reasons that I really love this series!

You can't really beat the premise of slice of life snapshots into the growing relationship between Heinrix and the Rogue Trader. Pycnolite expands upon beats within the game, fleshing out those moments that were only left to our imaginations. Looking for something more about the time Heinrix and the Rogue Trader spent in Commorragh? Time to read Don't Let Go or Light of Stolen Suns (that latter one's spicy >:)). Curious about how Heinrix handled Calcazar's betrayal? Check out Eliminate! Chances are that if you ever had a, "I wonder if..." moment, there's probably a fic about it written!

I am a sucker for romance. I love writing it and I love reading it. The romance across these stories is magnificent; everything is so tender and warm. Nothing feels forced between Amber and Heinrix. Their banter in The Rumor of a Smile, where Amber teases Heinrix about his accent, is absolutely charming! Bright and Warm also gives me warm fuzzy feelings with how gentle and vulnerable a sleeping Heinrix is.

Amber and Heinrix are #RelationshipGoals. Even in a 100 word drabble, like Someone's Touch, Pycnolite makes their mutual respect and affection leap off the page. It is a joy to read.

Pycnolite's writing is smooth as a fine liquor and she manages to maintain it throughout all 40,000+ words. Her pacing is excellent, there aren't any dead spots, and the interactions are always believable between the characters. You also can't get bored, because some stories are funny, others are more serious, some lean into the romance, others lean more into tragedy - there's something there for everyone.

Did I mention there were 18 stories? Yeah, there's 18 stories. There's also more coming. Plus, the series itself is a prelude to Pycnolite's larger post-game Rogue Trader story, and holy moly guys at what's about to come.

Whether you're joining me in catching up (or starting!) on an Amber the Color of Amber or focusing on other fics, I hope your Dopamine Week is filled with wonderful fiction.

#rogue trader #warhammer 40k #rogue trader crpg #warhammer 40000 #fanfic #heinrix van calox #writing #amber von valancius #pycnolite #fanfic recs

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pycnolite · 6 months ago

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Last Line Tag Game

Thank you @redbatchedcumbermayned and @themagnificentmags for the tags!!

I was jumping all over the place while working on this draft so I honestly can't remember what the last line I wrote was. xD But here are a few little one-line snippets from different scenes:

“A thousand curses on their names, traitors all!”

One for the Dark King on His Black Throne.

“‘She spent too much time with Heinrix van Calox.’”

“Rogue Trader,” Marazhai purred.

(cheating a little bit I know, but I can't help myself)

Going to tag @aylinvail, @cadencespark, @cawyden-gaming, @theevilscribbler, @galateaencore and anyone else who wants to!

(only if you feel like doing this! :D )

#tag game #my writing #An Ember the Colour of Amber #rogue trader #don't mind that blindingly obvious lotr reference #it's gonna be workshopped xD #I threw it in there for fun #wip

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jakeperalta · 1 year ago

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#i'm fully shifted into autumn mode as of today i have decided #taylor swift #polls

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iheartjohnlennon · 1 year ago

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Yo, I was wondering if u could do a John Lennon x Y/n smut please? Where they either get so high or John takes a liking of reader and starts to flirt? But either one would do😊 (btw ur a fantastic writer😘) thank u darling!

'Because'

London, 66

Word count: 1132

Tags: Recreational Drug Use, Vaginal Sex, Fluff

The lamp was the only source of light in the room. It exuded a warm, amber glow, casting a subtle haze. John sat against the headboard of the bed, slowly strumming his guitar. He glanced over at you every so often.

John's gaze wandered between the strings and your face. The strings of his guitar resonated with a lazy melody that filled the room.

He gently placed the guitar aside, the notes lingering in the air as he reached for the half-forgotten joint in the ashtray.

It was still lit. With a fluid motion, he brought it to his lips, the ember glowing as he took long, deliberate inhales.

He extended it towards you.

"Come on, love, just one drag for me. It won't hurt you," he urged.

You were sitting comfortably on a chair in the near corner. You looked away from him when he offered, a blush crept onto your cheeks.

The effects of the drug had calmly taken hold of him, making him feel mellow, making him feel sensual.

And he wanted you to feel it too.

Your eyes flickered between his face and the lit spliff.

"Oh, I don't know, John," you said, fidgeting with the edge of your skirt.

John chuckled softly, patting a seat beside him on the bed.

"It's just a bit of fun, sweetheart, it's not as bad as they make it out to be."

"Well, I've never..."

He cut you off, "Come on now, what are you doing in my room if you're not here to have a bit of fun, hm?"

The snarky comment hung in the air.

"Alright." You chuckled nervously, and after a moment of hesitation, you joined him, intrigued.

You settled right beside him, his arm quickly found a place around your waist, his hand resting on your tummy.

He brought the joint to your lips with his other hand, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

"Go on," he pressured, eyes fixed onto yours.

"I've never..."

"No worries, sweetheart. It's easy. See?"

John took a drag for you, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

He placed it between your lips, you took a tentative puff for him, and the smoke swirled between your faces. John was satisfied. He was glad you weren't too prude to try this with him.

John was watching you. He still held it in front of your lips, wanting you to be as high as him.

He was chuckling now, a low, raspy sound, it grew distorted, and so did his face.

"See, not so bad is it, Y/N?"

You started giggling a bit obnoxiously, the room had taken on a dreamlike quality. The room seemed to dance around you, the colours blended into a kaleidoscope.

John sensed your mood and placed the joint on the bedside table, stubbing it out with a smirk.

His lips brushed against your ear.

"You're taking to it quite well, aren't you?"

Without waiting for a response, he leaned in, promptly pressing a wet kiss to your neck. The room pulsed with a heady energy, and for that moment, everything else faded away - leaving just John and you.

He repositioned you on the bed so you were lying down, he settled himself on top of you. He continued kissing your neck, the wet warmth sending a ticklish thrill through you.

John's actions intensified, his mouth started sucking along your neck and jaw, causing you to squirm and giggle underneath him.

He continued his descent and his kisses reached your clothed tits.

John's fingers deftly worked on the buttons of your blouse, his face nestled into the open crease of your partially unbuttoned blouse, his breath warm against your breast.

He took one of them into his mouth, his tongue feverishly rubbing against the nipple.

"Johnny, that tickles..." You couldn't help but whisper.

John, still with your breast in his mouth, chuckled in response, it sent vibrations.

In a seamless transition, switched his attention to the other breast, his movements deliberate and purposeful. Simultaneously, his hands worked on tugging down your skirt.

Feeling a surge of overstimulation, you gently lifted John off of you. You grasped his face with a sense of urgency and pressed your lips against his. John responded eagerly, attempting to deepen the connection by thrusting his tongue into your mouth.

He finally took off your skirt, tossing it behind himself. Left in your panties, he wasted no time pulling them aside.

His index finger immediately delved into your hole.

"Oh my god.." You moaned.

His movements were making you pulsate already, each stroke was fast.

John withdrew his fingers, they glistened with your wetness. He brought them to your mouth, prompting you to taste yourself.

Moving off you, he positioned himself to enter you. He unbuckled his belt and pulled his trousers down, revealing the unmistakable outline of his cock.

He yanked down his boxers, and his cock sprung free. He took a moment to rub himself, preparing to fuck you.

John positioned himself in a missionary embrace, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck. With a guiding hand, he directed his hard cock into you, filling you quickly.

His movements were deliberate, barely thrusting and not going deep, but skillfully feeling around. The combination of his cock and what you had smoked created a divine feel.

Your legs wrapped around him, drawing him in closer, and in response, John intensified his thrusts —harder, faster.

"Fuck." He groaned.

The increased pressure fueled his desire and the room sounded with soft claps when he started thrusting. The rhythmic creaking of the bed synchronised with John's movement as he fervently fucked you into the mattress.

You moaned his name countless times so he moaned yours right back to you. With each motion, you grew wetter, the slickness drawing his cock even deeper into you.

John shifted his position, propping himself up on his forearms. Your inability to articulate your pleasure was replaced by a desperate grab of his face, fingers digging into his skin.

In the final moments of your shared climax, John's thrusts took on a shallower rhythm.

You felt a surge of overwhelming emotions, the climax nearly bringing you to tears.

With a primal groan, John withdrew, and a torrent of cum spilled onto your stomach. You laughed lightly, the sticky spillage glistening on your skin.

In a post-orgasmic haze, John dipped a finger into the mess, offering it to you. With a dirty mind, you eagerly took his finger into your mouth, sucking it clean.

Satisfied, John leaned in, planting a tender kiss on your forehead.

Drained and sated, you both collapsed into bed, the soft sheets provided a tender refuge for your half-naked and worn bodies. John enveloped you in a gentle snuggle as you succumbed to the exhaustion and peacefully passed out.

#the beatles #the beatles imagine #the beatles x reader #the beatles smuts #60s rock #john lennon x reader #john lennon #paul mccartney #vintage #the beatles fandom #john lennon fanart #ringo starr #beatles #george harrison #the beatles art #the beatles fanfiction

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