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dixons-sunshine · 6 months

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Soooo I just read your Shopping Spree fic with young Daryl- and ohmygosh it is one of the BEST fics about young Daryl I've read!!

Your writing is absolutely incredible!!

I'm not sure how busy you are, and don't feel forced to do this pls I really just got on here to thank you, but perhaps a part 2?

Seriously, thank you for the amazing writing :D

Make sure you drink water- and don't skip sleeping for writing!!

Dyeing For The Haircut | Young!Daryl Dixon x Young!Fem!Reader

*GIF isn't mine*

Part two to Shopping Spree, Hangout Dreams, but can be read as a standalone.

Summary: After months of watching you practice haircutting- and hair dyeing techniques on multiple people around the trailer park, Daryl's curiosity lead him to ask you for one of your "magical" hair transformations—hair dye and everything. His request turned out to be one of the best decisions ever when you gave him the best, most loving hairstyling experience of his life, as well as some kisses inbetween.

Genre: Fluff, some angst if you squint (mentions of Daryl's dad.)

Era: Pre outbreak

Warnings: Swearing, allusions to money problems, sexual content but nothing major, Daryl is low-key a thigh guy in this, reader's mom is implied to be a single parent.

Word count: 2.7k

A/n: Thank you so much for the request lovely. And thank you so much for your kind words! When I saw your ask in my inbox, I legitimately teared up at the compliments you gave me about my writing. Writing is something that I do to pass the time and I never thought that people would actually like it, so reading that really made me feel like I was on cloud nine. And that you think that my little story about young!Daryl was one of the best you've read? I can't even begin to explain how honoured that makes me feel 😭. I've read a few young!Daryl fics worthy of being actual novels, so that is the best compliment I've ever gotten in my life. I hope that this is an okay attempt at a part two. It's kinda random but since there weren't any specific requirements I had to meet, I went with my gut. I hope you like it! If you specifically wanted a part two with the reader's mom confronting her and Daryl after catching them making out, let me know! (btw, the same goes for you. Stay hydrated and rested, lovely ❤️)

As always, my requests are open for any TWD requests.

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“Are you sure? I might make a mistake, you know.”

“I know, but I gotta know wha' everyone's ravin' 'bout. Besides, my hair's gettin' too long fer my old man's standards. I'm one growin' hair strand away from bein' told my hair is too long to be considered manly.”

You shook your head at your boyfriend with a small laugh and motioned for him to follow you into your trailer. Once inside, you headed into the bathroom to retrieve the pair of scissors you've used for cutting hair multiple times over the past few months, as well as a towel, a comb and a hand mirror. Satisfied with the items in your possession, you walked back into the living room and saw Daryl seated on a wooden chair, his legs crossed as he read the back of a box of hair dye he bought earlier that day, a cigarette lazily hanging from his lips.

At the sound of your approaching footsteps, Daryl lifted his gaze from the box to you, a boyish smile gracing his face as his eyes followed your movements. You placed the items in your hands down on the ground next to him and motioned for him to give you the hair dye, to which he complied.

“Are you sure you wanna dye your hair? Once I do it, there's no turning back,” you asked for the hundredth time since your boyfriend had asked you to do his hair, uncertainty clear in your voice.

Sensing your hesitance, Daryl gently grabbed your hips and tugged you over to him, bringing you to sit in his lap. You straddled him and wrapped your hands around his neck, watching him take the final drag from his cigarette and turn his head to blow the smoke away from you. He leaned down to put it out in the ashtray on the ground and then turned his attention back to you, bringing his hand back to rest on your hip.

“'M sure,” he finally responded, running his hands down your body to rest on your things. “I've been wantin' to go brunette fer a while now. Jus' never had the money to go to a salon and I dun' have the balls to try and dye it myself. I trust ya. Yer gonna be fine. 'S jus' me.”

You nodded and gave him a smile. You leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to his lips before withdrawing. “You're amazing, you know that?”

Daryl scoffed and ducked his head, the tips of his ears reddening, a telltale sign that he was blushing. “Nah,” he denied, shaking his head. “'M not. Yer the amazin' one. Ya make me want to be a better person.”

“Aww,” you gushed, using one of your hands to gently cup his cheek, Daryl subconsciously leaning into your touch. “Careful, Dar, or I might start to believe that you actually care about me.”

Daryl rolled his eyes. “Nah, I actually despise ya. I jus' keep ya 'round 'cause ya kiss real damn good,” he joked, a teasing smirk on his face.

You let out a mock offended gasp and playfully shoved his chest, making Daryl laugh fully, a rare sound that you cherished whenever you heard it. You laughed with him and leaned forward to lay your head on his shoulder, your body wracking with laughter. You could feel Daryl's arms move from your thighs to wrap around you, bringing you into a loving hug.

“'M jus' jokin'. I do care 'bout ya,” Daryl whispered into your hair, his chin resting on top of your head.

“I know. And I lo- care about you, too,” you replied, pressing a feathery light kiss to the exposed skin on his shoulder, eliciting a small hum of satisfaction from him.

The clearing of someone's throat caught your attention, and you hastily got off of your boyfriend's lap, turning to face your mom, who looked at you with a small smirk on her face.

“I'm leaving for work,” she started, her eyes trailing between you and Daryl. “I'll be back around midnight. Just thought I'd say goodbye to my daughter before I left.”

You could feel heat flushing on your face. You hastily nodded at your mom. “Okay, bye Mom. I love you.”

“Love you too,” she responded, before turning her attention to Daryl. “Bye, Daryl.”

“Bye, ma'am,” Daryl bid quietly, refusing to meet your mother's intense gaze.

“By the way,” your mother started, grabbing her jacket that was draped over the couch. “This isn't a Mary and Joseph situation. I'm not gonna believe that my daughter magically got knocked up. Anything happens, use protection. There should be a box of condoms in the bathroom.”

“Goodbye, Mom!” you exclaimed in embarrassment, hurriedly pushing your laughing mother out the door and shutting it. You turned to Daryl and saw his bright red face, his eyes shut in embarrassment.

“Sorry about her,” you apologized, moving over to grab the scissors and towel. “She has no filter when it comes to embarrassing her daughter, apparently.”

“S'fine,” he said, straightening his back. “Compared to wha' she told us the first time she walked in on us all those months ago, I'd say this was alrigh'. It was pretty tame.”

“Yeah,” you chuckled, recalling the embarrassing memory from the first time you and Daryl kissed and confessed your feelings. “After you went home the next day, she gave me so much shit and so much unneeded advice on safe sex and all that lovely stuff.”

“Sorry I got ya into trouble.”

“It's fine. My mom walking in that day was awkward as fuck, but I wouldn't change anything. Things changed for the better that day,” you replied, shaking the towel out.

“Damn straight,” he agreed, eyeing your movements. “Ya gonna cut my hair now?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed, draping the towel across his shoulders.

“Wha's the towel fer?” he questioned, accepting the handheld mirror you offered him.

“To try to prevent any hair from falling on your clothes. Hairstylists use these cape things, but the towel will have to do for now,” you explained, using a hair clip to clip the towel together, keeping it in place around his shoulders, before moving to get the hair dye ready for use when you needed it.

“Ya do the same thing with the others?” he asked, watching as you finished mixing the contents of the hair dye together in a disposable container before grabbing the comb and scissors, moving to stand behind him.

“Yeah. Basically everything I do right now while cutting and dyeing your hair, I do with everyone. Except, of course, for charging you. The others have to pay me.”

“How much do ya charge 'em?”

“Depends on what I have to do,” you started, softly combing his hair, smiling at the small shiver you felt go up his back at your gentle movements. “And it also depends on how well-off they are. For instance, I wouldn't charge Mrs Hathaway as much as I charge Mr Langdon.”

“'Course not,” Daryl agreed. “Mrs Hathaway is a pensioner. She dun' make nearly as much as Langdon does. Guy's an accountant. Only reason he even lives in this shitty trailer park is 'cause he's a fuckin' cheapskate and dun' wanna give his girl a better life.”

You smiled at your boyfriend. “Yeah, Mr Langdon is a dick. But he pays okay, though. Even tips me from time to time.”

“Ya do know tha' the only reason he pays you tha' good is 'cause—”

“He has a thing for me,” you cut him off, bringing the scissors up to his hair to start cutting it. “Yeah, I know. That's why I bring pepper spray with me whenever I go over to his trailer. If he tries something, his eyes are gonna burn like five hells.”

Daryl chuckled. “Smart girl,” he complimented you, earning a small giggle from you in return.

“Thanks,” you thanked him bashfully, continuing to snip at his hair with the scissors.

After a few more minutes of cutting and measuring to ensure that his hair was at an even length, you softly tapped his shoulder to signify that you were done. He held the mirror up to his face and examined his new haircut, humming in approval.

“Good job,” he complimented, lowering the mirror before turning his head to look at you. “My hair's still longer than my usual cut, though.”

“I know,” you acknowledged, nodding your head. “I know we have to keep your hair on the short side so that your father doesn't get mad, but I like your longer hair. It compliments your features more. Besides, I remembered you mentioning that you've been wanting to grow your hair out but he won't let you, so I only trimmed it to the point where your father won't get pissed over how long it is.”

Daryl looked at you, awestruck. “Thanks. It looks good.”

He vaguely remembered mentioning that he wanted longer hair, but it was a small thing that he didn't think you'd remember. So hearing you say that made him adore you even more, made him fall in love with you even more. Those three important words—I love you—almost fell from his lips at that moment, but he quickly caught himself. He was scared to admit that he loved you out loud, scared that if he did, the universe would somehow take you away from him. No, he couldn't let that happen.

You locked eyes with him for a moment before setting the scissors aside, moving to grab a pair of disposable plastic gloves and the container holding the hair dye. With the container in hand, you turned to Daryl and adjusted his head so that he was looking forward again, before going to work on dyeing his hair.

The entire process of applying the colour changing paste was spent in silence. You were silent because you were focused on the task at hand, and Daryl was silent because he was focused on the bliss your hands in his hair was giving him. His eyes were shut as your hands moved through his hair in gentle movements, all of his racing thoughts fading away.

Once the task was complete, you put the container aside and moved to the garbage can, throwing the gloves away. You turned to Daryl and saw him watching you, and you gave him a small smile that he easily returned.

“Now wha'?” he asked, standing up and stretching, his back cracking after sitting for so long.

“Now we wait for half an hour before we wash your hair and apply the conditioner to keep the colour in your hair.”

“So we got half an hour fer some fun?” Daryl asked suggestively, a small smirk on his face. He walked over to you and brought you into his arms, his hands going to rest on your hips.

You giggled and took his hands from your hips, entwining your fingers. “Slow down, Romeo. We're not doing anything until that dye is washed off. I don't want to stain everything.”

“Worth a shot,” Daryl replied playfully, earning a small, playful shove in return.

He laughed before pulling you back into him, leaning down to give you a slow, hungry kiss. You wrapped your arms around his midsection and returned the kiss, kissing him back deeply. After what felt like an eternity and only a few seconds at the same time, you pulled back with a breathless giggle.

“You wanna watch a movie while we wait to wash your hair?”

“Sure,” Daryl agreed, untangling himself from you and allowing himself to be pulled over to the couch. He sat down and watched you grab a random movie from the limited supply before doing the small task of getting it into the player and pressing play.

After the opening credits successfully started playing on your crappy television, you moved over to the couch and sat down next to Daryl. Instead of resting your head on his shoulder like you normally would due to the dye in his hair, you rested your head against the back of the couch. Daryl moved one of his hands to lightly grip your thigh, keeping it their for the remaining 25 minutes.

After the time passed, you paused the movie and got up, extending a hand to Daryl. He took it and followed you into the small bathroom, following your instructions and sank to his knees, leaning his head over the tub. You then gently started washing the dye off his hair, making sure to be careful and not get any water in his eyes.

In no time at all, you were done. Daryl was towel drying his hair, looking into the mirror in the bathroom with an impressed look on his face.

“I'll be damned,” he hummed in approval, looking at you in adoration. “It looks good. Ya should consider openin' yer own salon or somethin'.”

You smiled shyly. “I'm glad you like it.”

“Everyone was speakin' the truth. Ya truly are a magician when it comes to hair. I dun' think my hair's ever been cut this good, and the dye job looks like it was done by a professional. Ya really did good.”

“You don't regret dyeing your hair?” you asked curiously, moving to embrace him from behind as he continued drying his hair.

“I wasn't sure if it was a good idea at first, but I like the way it looks. I dun' know if dyein' my hair will be a regular thing, but I dun' regret dyein' it now,” he admitted, casting the towel aside and turning around. He moved his arms around you and brought you into a hug, resting his chin on top of your head.

“You look good. I might have to start fighting off the ladies soon. Everyone's gonna want a piece of you now,” you said playfully.

“Nah,” Daryl chuckled. “I doubt tha', but if they do, I'll be tellin' them all about my beautiful girl.”

You smiled and withdrew from his hold. You looked at the small window and saw the sun setting, a few stars already appearing in the sky. “Do you wanna stay over?”

Daryl hesitated for a moment but nodded. “Ya sure? I can go home if ya want.”

You laughed lightly, a sense of deja vu flooding you. That was the same response he gave you all those months ago. “No, I want you to stay over. It's been a while since you've stayed over, anyways.”

“Alrigh', if yer sure,” he relented.

“Come on, we've got a movie to finish.”

Together, the two of you walked back to the living room. You sat down on the couch and pressed play on the movie you were watching, the sound flooding the trailer. Daryl sat down next to you, but instead of focusing on the movie, his eyes remained fixated on you.

Feeling his gaze on you, you turned to him. “Is something wrong?”

“Nah, 'm jus' wonderin' how I got so lucky with someone as amazin' as ya,” he confessed.

You smiled lovingly at him. “By being amazing yourself.”

You moved your hand up to his face and cupped his cheek. Daryl turned his head and kissed your palm, before moving his feathery light kisses to your wrist. After placing one final kiss on your wrist, he pulled you into his arms and cuddled up to you. You rested your head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. You focused back on the movie, but your attention shifted back to him when he muttered three words into your hair.

“I love ya.”

You smiled up at him, your heart beating faster at his confession. You placed a tender, loving kiss on his lips before resting your head back on his chest.

“I love you, too.”

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taes-kookie-blog · 3 months

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ENHYPEN AS 'THE TYPE OF GUY TO' MEME

pls give me requests btw

SUNGHOON

sunghoon's the type of guy who...

offers to carry your books for you

likes his own posts from multiple accounts

says 'is anyone here?' in a haunted house

opens a bag of chips with scissors

licks his finger to turn the page

eats pizza with a knife and fork

buys defected items just so they get bought

HEESEUNG

heeseung's the type of guy who...

sends a goodmorning and goodnight text everyday

asks a girl if she's today's date

writes reviews for apps on the app store

hangs out with his friends and say 'i really needed this..'

answers facetime calls super close up

blows on icecream

SUNOO

sunoo's the type of guy who...

makes a wish at 11:11

stops at red lights in GTA

says 'oopsie daisy' when dropping something

says 'ouchies' when he stubs his toe

makes decisions by saying 'eenie meenie miny mo'

opens the blinds and says 'what a beautiful day!'

JAY

jay's the type of guy who...

says 'well well well' when he encounters his enemies

says 'that's what she said'

slaps his leg while laughing hard

closes the fridge with his hips

says 'no more mr nice guy..' when he's angry

looks into an imaginary camera when something dumb/funny happens

JAKE

jake's the type of guy who...

says easy peasy lemon squeezy after doing something easy

says 'here comes the tickle monster!' to his homies

rubs his hands and says 'let's dig in!' before eating

covers his friends eyes from behind and says 'guess who'

eats out of the fridge standing in front of it

loudly exhales after sipping a refreshing drink

JUNGWON

jungwon's the type of guy who...

says 'pretty on please with a cherry on top' when he wants something

sleeps like '*snore* mimimimi *snore* mimimi'

says 'use the magic word' when u ask him for something

says 'is somebody cutting onions?' when tearing up

says 'he's right behind me isn't he...' when someone's behind him

enjoys minion memes

NIKI

niki's the type of guy who...

pretends to smoke a lollipop

says 'geronimo!' before canonballing into a pool

says 'we've got company..' when someone unwanted arrives

blows on a hot drink and sticks his pinky out to drink it

laughs in a fight and says 'i thought he was gonna hit m-' then gets hit

barks back at dogs

hope u enjoyed pls send requests in my inbox im so bored and out of ideas...

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oreo-creampie · 8 months

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Pls I need somebody to indulge me in this thought: seeing bf gojo after long at your apartment (like a suprise visit or something) but the first thing I want to do is hug him? Hard No! Im pulling his pants down and playing with his cock. And bro is just flabbergasted. Not even a hi, just straight to my shit. Play with his cock. No sex. Just playing with that pretty cock.

Please someone write this for me if this interests you. I BEG I BEG. I WANT TAKES ON THIS. This thought hasn't left me in days. Dumbfounded satoru is so cute >>> if you see me whoring this same thought in someone else's inbox, you didnt

Once again bullying your ask box (so whore of me)

Oreo: I love this cause this is me when my hubby walks through the door and I'm home. Alternatively when I walk through the door but with eating me out and I could see Satoru picking you up, laying down down on the bed, ripping your pants off, spreading your legs pulling your ass up in the air and diving in. He loves eating it from the back cause he likes your ass on his face and he can hold your hips making you sit on him

Ok so this is how it would work!

Satoru walks through the door late at night tired af but smiling cause he is overjoyed he gets to come home to you. He has a bags in his hands of sweets to try and a gift that made him think of you.

He will crouch down for you to slip his shirt off. He will melt as you cover him in kisses trailing down his chest, along his happy trail. Bite him and he moans like a slut, refuses to heal any marks you leave and his pale ass marks so easily!

You start sucking and kissing his cock. He’s like, “Missed ya too sweetheart, like this more than hello.” man would happily just go with it, his cheeks turning pink because after taking care of someone else all day he is getting taken care of and he loves it

Blow a little air under his balls they get a little sweaty underneath there and air doesn't always reach. So you sucking kissing while jerking off his cock feels so pleasurable the soft light air on a hot place feels soothing to him

He will repay the favor happily

#fey’s rambles #dirty jjk confessions #please send me more I love your gojo thoughts!!!

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fanaticsnail · 3 months

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Physics anon here. To the anon taking Physics I, then you should be fine. I hope you get in! Fingers crossed! 🤞🏻🤞🏻

To the math peeps, I am choosing to be Sanji for our duel, bcs even Sanji's flaming kicks are also physics based (/j). I love you all. Your love for math scares me but I also admire you guys because I had 2 breakdowns in my high school years over math (so fun). The only math I like is the "how much percentage in a tax is there" cus that has words and normal numbers. Get algebra away from me.

To the linguistics anon, I love you, be my best friend, I love humanities, I love linguistics, I love psychology, I love sociology, I can talk about them for days! I love humanities, in fact I would argue humanities and literature are sth I ADORE.

PLS GOD LINGUISTICS ANON TELL US SOME OF DOFFY'S LINES AND THE WAY HE SPEAKS, OH AND CROCODILE, TOO, AND ALL THE LITTLE PUNS ODA MAKES.

DO WE HAVE PSYCHOLOGY ANONS HERE BECAUSE EPISODE 723 DOFFY'S LAUGHING FIT I NEED TO TALK ABOUT IT I NEED TO STUDY IT FROM A PSYCHOLOGY POV like my brain is like needy for that like the ideas are there but I cannot put them into words. It sounded like an emotional breakdown and he sounded so sad but also angry so I was not sure whether he wanted a hug or not.

Also, Snail, I do not blame you for that nsfw thought of "how fucked would you be" bcs I had the same thought but was then "oh well 😏"

Okay, so G4 Luffy's speed calc? I'll try to find my notes but if anyone wants to play around it, here are the formulas you'll need & way of solving it all, it's really pretty simple, we are using Hooke's Law of elastic force to calculate Luffy's speed. We're gonna already give the spring constant cus it's easier and it's easier to show just how MUCH force Luffy needs for such speed.

Jet Speed of a commercial plane is 252 m/s. We'll go with this being G2 speed. Okay, easy. We will need a LOT of spring constant to counteract G4 Luffy's weight which is 300kg. Like, a LOT of spring constant. That means Luffy is also using a lot of elastic energy & kinetic force. And I mean above 10 million joules. Then again, joules represent a small amount of energy. It takes 100,000 joules to heat up water in standard conditions, so it isn't that much of a stretch. (Ha, rubber pun.)

Basic thing for this...

Elastic potential energy:

Ep = 1/2 • k • x²

k = spring constant (make it 40 million)

x = compression of the spring (make it 1 meter)

No need to calculate the Ep cus that isn't what we really need, though you can if you want to make the process quicker but this is so everyone understands.

Turn that into kinetic energy:

Ek= 1/2 • m • v²

m = mass of the object, G4 Luffy's weight, 300 kg since he is 4 meters tall in G4.

Equalize them:

1/2 kx²=1/2mv²

kx²=mv²

v²= kx²/m

v= √kx²/m (under the entire square root)

I got 365 m/s. That's 1314 km/h. That exceeds commercial jet-speed.

I can go into details in another post but this is the basics of it, unless you want to start from the actual scratch which I do not recommend bcs that means you have to put more big numbers to get the k that big. Better to already decide what the k is so we can get the big force and therefore big speed. We know the force needs to be big, as Doflamingo said it himself.

"Your punches lack heaviness." aka "Put a billion Newtons in it and then you'll have a shot against me."

To put it in irl perspective, billion joules is the equivalent of about 239 kilograms (527 pounds) of TNT blowing up.

Honestly I'm thinking the force of Luffy's final punch against Doflamingo was at least 8 billion Newtons. It's... A lot, but at this point, there are no limits. It's about 1.8 billion pounds force 👍🏻

Yeah. 😄

Cheers. Don't fight in Snail's inbox, you all from all fields are amazing ❤️

Physics anon. Physics anon. Oh my gosh, I am simply blown away by this calculation. Oh my gosh, the work you've done. I can't wait til chef-husband comes home to share with him this amazing calculation, you have no idea. He's gonna go:

The anon love for one another in my ask box lately is absolutely superb. I love the friendly fire and witty retorts you've all got. Always respect and humour, and I love you all.

The calculations of the hands Doffy caught from our short king of the pirates has me rolling. I'm legit howling.

Keep your equations coming, I love them. Learning through the power of sums and passions of the anons. Superb work 🥰🖤

#one piece #ask snail #snail answers #calculations #physics anon #I'm saving your other ask for a mini fic because its so funny #being crushed by doffy? yes please

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stunie · 2 months

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OKAY FIRSTLY! i try so hard to keep from spamming you i just think you seem so nice and cool and i don’t wanna annoy you 😭

anyways! I just feel like dating umemiya and tsubaki would be? the greatest thing on earth? thoughtful dates, tsubaki would dress him and you up and umemiya would be so enamored when the two of you show up dressed to the nines— he’s so lucky

also (i’m sorry i have such a size kink) they’re both TALL! and tsubaki in heels? TALL! imagine in an innocent way being between them, holding hands, being protected by two of the tallest and strongest people at furin (side note i’m all for being strong but i wanna be their damsel in distress 😭)

ANYWAYS! also being between them in a less innocent way— laying back on umemiya while making out with tsubaki, his lipstick all over you, and all the while no matter how laid back he seems umemiya is entirely in charge— tsubaki is more so but you’d never truly be in charge (maybe in some ways but)

and also i just wanna see umemiya and tsubaki make out in front of me is that too much to ask for? like after being left brain dead they just… lean over and start with each other

anways! join me in this brainrot! i keep wanting to start writing for wbk but i’m too scared to! have a great day! 💕💕💕

-🥟

HELLLOOOOOO YESSSS i started jumping up and down when i got this ! ! okay my long response gonna be under this cut:

OKAY FIRST. you could send me an ask every hour of every single day and i would never be annoyed. absolutely impossible. i will talk until the end of time. i love seeing u in my inbox !!! and also blushing bc u said u think i’m nice and cool <3333

NOW ONTO UR BRAINROT:

absolutely yes. i think it would be so cute if the three of you were planning a first date, and tsubaki takes him away the day before to shop for cute outfits together. (you went shopping w tsubaki the day prior!!)

the whole time he’s telling ume over and over, “don’t get tired just yet, okay? we’ve gotta find you the perfect outfit. we’re gonna give her such a nice surprise!”

and pls !!! when all three of you finally meet, he was under the impression that he was supposed to be the one who was gonna blow you away, but he’s gasping as soon as he sees you and tsubaki, hands clasped over his mouth and everythingg. he just cannot for the life of him believe how ethereal the two of you look standing in front of him like this …

the size kink fuck…. me too 🥟. me too. holding both of their hands is so fucking cute to me i am sobbing 😭. i can imagine a lil coffee date, where ume and tsubaki have gone to save a table for the three of you, and they notice that the cashier taking your order is a little … pushy. you look uncomfortable. that’s all they need to see before they’re both behind you in an instant, large frames towering over you, but they both still have that sweet smile on their face… it still scares the cashier shitless anyways.

it doesn’t take a glare for him to get the message.

that ?? that …. that vision you’re putting in my head. leaning against ume while making out with tsubaki? kisses with tsubaki always take your breath away, by the way. you and ume are both left panting, both your necks & faces covered in lipstick and ume’s glancing over at you through a heavy pant, still smiling big n bright and he’s like “oh. we look the same, huh?”

and oh please ….. they’re both wanting to prep you today. had you hovering over ume’s face on all fours, tsubaki’s fingers buried in your cunt while ume’s lapping at your clit— and as soon as you’re done gushing?? tsubaki’s getting ume up, pulling him into a heated kiss as you try and collect yourself underneath them (this is just the beginning of the night. more to come !)

ALSO. if u do and up writing for wind breaker in the future, there’s no need to feel scared !!! everyone i’ve spoken to here is sooo sweet. there r also 2-3 servers i’ve joined that r just for wind breaker !! if u ever make a writing bloggie and wanna hop in to meet some others lemme know (:

and then OFFCC we will be mooties (if you want) and i will scream in ur tags (if that’s fine) and we will have a fabulous time (if that’s okay)! NO PRESSURE THO. absolutely no pressure.

i love having you as my dumpling nonnie very much <3

#🦢— mail !#🤍 from: 🥟 !

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simyona · 1 year

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[SPECIAL 100 FOLLOWERS QNA]

-who is the first gacha Tumblr you followed? And who inspired you to be a gacha Tumblr the most?

-how did you come up with the name "Simyona"?

-what is your favourite colour beside purple?

-does Simyona and the Creator share the same personality?

-Simy's and the Creator favourite song!

Congratulation for the 100 follows Sim! Sending love for you🤭❤️❤️

The first gacha Tumblr I followed was @tsutsuji-mystic,gacha itself inspires me

The name idea came from a mistake, I wanted to type Simona and I actually typed simyona,and I thought it was a weird but unique name! X3

My fav color beside purple is black

We are actually kinda the opposite XD,A.Z can look harsh but she's actually very sweet once you know her!

A.Z's fav song is dream on and mine is moment

Tysm XD 💖💖

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5ugarcan3 · 2 years

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Sugarrrrrr I had this wild thought just now. Imagine some fluffy routine with Niki at night when he's back from work 🥺 You might wanna rub his back in the warm shower and dry his fluffy hair afterwards (pls it looks so soft 😭) And comb it gently too while he complains about Rinne his day 🥺And shoulder massages and back rubs too🥺🥺? Absolutely. His muscles must be so stiff standing and crouching to cook and also really intense dance practices and dealing with Rinne's bullshit 😔. Maybe give him small treats you got him from a cute dessert stores you saw on your way back home! Anyways he'd be so soft you guys should cuddle for a bit and have dinner and watch cooking shows on TV (Niki would make comments every now and then). Then it's cuddle time again and then sleep. Or maybe you make out and then make love. Your choice. Anyways I think he'd be so sweet to you omg fluffy Niki 😭 Oh yeah random thought you might wanna try blowing in his ear to see if he's ticklish there eheheeeee

-🐦non

I absolutely needed this when I first read it and selfishly kept it in my inbox so I could get back to it on a rough day 😭 Today being one. Thank you 🐦 for the nice scenario it's so cute!

I feel like with both idol work and actually having his job on the side, Niki tends to overwork himself and his muscles get all cramped up from all the things he does. I'm sure he'd love a good massage from you, letting go of all his worries as his love smothers him in affection and kind touches.

And yes, absolutely! He loves bringing home treats from work to give to you and you love giving him them in return when you go on your walks around town. Sometimes you'll see a specific desert that just screams 'Niki would love this' and when he gets home, you have it prepared on a plate on your table that's just by the couch, which has been also conveniently prepared by you - soft blankets and all the pillows you could find in your house are littered on it, perfect for a cuddling session after a long, exhausting day.

On a sillier note, imagine watching Gordon Ramsey with Niki. I feel like you two would be arguing with the TV at some points 😭

The best part of Niki's days are coming back home to you, and being able to spend quality time with you. It doesn't matter what you're doing, as long as he's basking in your wonderful presence.

You'll find yourself face-to-face with him in bed, and he'll give you the most dopey, love-struck smile you've ever seen and wish you goodnight, wrapping his arm around your waist and kissing your forehead, nose, cheeks and lips before slipping off into dreamland.

#🐦 anon #niki shiina x reader #sfw

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urfavnegronerd · 1 year

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I’m so sorry for blowing up your inbox my brain is zooming rn

pls i get that so hard when my brain has the zoomies i cannot make it stop and someone will hear these thoughts

happy i get to hear em <3

#rae talks #rae rambles #rae's friends 🩷

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gracefullou · 1 year

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I loved every moment you mentioned too! The greatest is so good, it was one of my immediate favourites on the album on first listen so hearing it as the opener was awesome. SIBWAWC delivered as expected!!! So good. It was just such a strong setlist! I agree about the 1D songs, I never really listened to 1D (other than how everyone my age did, in the sense that the music was everywhere so you picked stuff up) so I wasnt that familiar with WDBHG but Louis made it fun! I'd be fine with only one 1D cover (especially if it gave us headline, common people or TTWLG which im keeping my fingers crossed will get rotated in)

The production was really good, I'm a fairly new fan so haven't seen too much of Louis' last tour (mostly just clips) so it was really cool to see all the screens and lights. You can tell a lot of thought goes into making it feel cohesive.

I was soooo pleased to hear Copy, it's just SUCH a good song and he looked confident singing it.

Also back to you!!! I really didn't expect that, it was such a good version. And "Miss you" was one of the first Louis songs I discovered and really loved (very late discovery as this was like...last year? Haha) and I've always thought it would be SUCH a great song to experience live so that gives me a bit of hope that maybe we'll get a version of it at some point on this tour. (Whishful thinking maybe!)

Also got to mention going from saved by a stranger (Also so good) to WAOYF...the emotional whiplash!!!! It worked though!

Honestly, I could probably run through every song with something I liked (I've barely mentioned HOTH and Saturdays and silver Tongues!) but I've already ranted in your inbox enough but what a great first show!!!! So excited for the next one!!!

I'm glad to see the greatest appreciation, it was one of my favs at first listen too. Louis writes the best tour openers. He really did transport us to another world with sibwawc didn't he 😌 his mind is just superior. The production was mind blowing and a true step up from last tour (ltwt's production was still amazing though). Copy is a masterpiece no doubt about that the imagerie of the lyrics is insane. BTY in 2023? If someone told me that before the show i would never believe them but it made me so happy for many reasons. There is hope for miss you after all 😭 ( i think at some point he's going to replace bty with miss you and if it happens idk how i'll survive). There was so many surprises last night but honestly the biggest one for me was him singing saved by a stranger ❤️‍🩹(the bravery, the grace!!). Not only that he also made it kind of rock and followed it with waoyf (that fan in the live stream who was silent the whole time but felt the need to shout "can we pls go back to fucking" instead of " loving" didn't go unnoticed🔪🔪). Tbh, i always thought if he really had to perform a 1d song, night changes would be a good one (his solo is so angelic in it) and i enjoyed it when he performed it in the past. But this time, even i was surprised that the 1d covers didn't work for me. I think fitf is just a beast on a whole other level and performing 1d songs among such a brillant setlist emphasizes the quality differece between Louis' solo songs and the band's, sorry. Night changes followed by Chicago and wdbhg put between ooms and saturdays (and then silver tongues) was almost humilating for them if it weren't for Louis' perfect delivery and witt (and angelic voice). I can talk about the show forever and in detail about each and every song but i didn't want to make this any longer. Feel free to rant about Louis' music and performances in my inbox i love those kind of rants 🥰. The second show is today and i couldn't be more excited 💙

#fitfwt #fitfwt uncasville #louis tomlinson

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I seen you meme about royal watchers who make hating royal women there personality (the ‘why can’t you be normal one), and it made me want to rant so pls don’t mind me 😭.

All of the women in this family are hated for such bullshit reasons while the men only occasionally get the same treatment. Usually when the men are criticized, whatever action they did to get the criticism is usually blamed on the women. Like Harry’s book was literally blamed on Meghan and instead of just criticizing him I’ve seen many people say it was actually M who wrote the book and just used H as cover. As if this isn’t a grown ass man who can’t share his own thoughts himself. Or how Kate is constantly being called lazy or other rude names bc of her social anxiety that causes her to not be a great public speaker. There are people in this ‘fandom’ who literally still support Andrew, but God forbid a woman doesn’t wear a hat at a formal event then suddenly she’s lazy and doesn’t respect protocol (just seen this comment made about Camilla on twitter). Like there are some legitimate reasons to criticize the royals, all of them not just the women, but this fierce hate directed at the women is just horrible. Anyway, sorry for blowing up your ask box lol

Nah it's fine, no worries. I've always found it odd (and disturbing at times) how blatantly misogynistic this fandom is, and it confuses me because this fandom consists mostly of *checks notes* women. Y'all literally out here eating your own. And honestly it gives the impression that those who engage in this are just absolutely fucking miserable people to be around. Personally, it's not behavior that makes me think about trying to be friends, let alone have a conversation with them.

Granted, my experience with the men getting negative attention is different, because people would relentlessly be in my inbox with unsolicited opinions on how shitty Prince Philip was, but I have also noticed that in general. It's always been common practice to excuse Harry's fuck ups and blame it on either trauma (which can be valid, yes), big bro "making" him do shit, or "needing time to grow." The lest one was an excuse I saw explaining away his Nazi costume.

As you said, yes, there are valid reasons to criticize. Wearing open-toed shoes is not one of them.

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vivalas-vega · 1 year

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alright i swear i’m done blowing up your inbox for the day but i wanted to drop in and let you know that your master list really took me on a side quest and i am not mad about it. every story, one shot, and blurb was written with such intention and thought and i will be thinking about each story for the next 5-7 business days. thanks for sharing all your incredible work!

never leave my inbox pls 🥺

ngl I literally screamed with excitement when I read this, you have no idea how much that means to me 😭

I love u 🥹

#things like this in my ask box make my heart explode #🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹#vega answers

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azrielsiphons · 7 years

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Prequel: Azriel-Centric Stories Set Before ACOTAR (ch. 10)

This is a collection of interconnected short stories about Azriel’s life before any of the events of ACTOAR through ACOWAR.

CHAPTER 10: SHADOWS AND DARKNESS

Make sure to read Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 4.5, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9

Read the follow up fic, Shadows and Darkness: One and the Same

Time Frame: 3 days before Rhys is made High Lord

Summary: Azriel and Lena are finally alone.

>>NOTE: Thank you for your support, friends. It has meant the world.

Azriel had never been happier as long as he had lived. Which was horribly inconvenient.

Sneaking around with Lena was one thing. That was easy, he lived in the shadows and she was darkness come to life. They excelled at stolen kisses behind doorways and brushes of their hands beneath the table. That part was fine. Wonderful, really.

It was when they weren’t hiding in the shadows that was difficult. When they weren’t even in the same room was the hardest part.

Because Azriel was happy. Not just content or resigned — but beautifully, blissfully happy. Lena brightened his every day, his every thought. He knew the bags under his eyes had receded, there was a lightness to his step that had never been there, and he laughed easier.

Mor had been the first to notice. She had asked him what drugs he was on and if he would share if they were any good.

Then there was Cassian. He had probably been the first to actually notice something going on, but had waited to ask. It was only when he had caught Azriel smiling to himself while thinking about the way Lena had inched her fingers up his thigh under the table at lunch that Cassian mentioned something.

Then of course there was Rhys. Rhys, who for all of his wits was as clueless as he could be when it came to his sister. Not to discredit him, no, Rhys knew his sister well and loved her dearly. They were best friends.

But Azriel was his brother. And Lena was his sister. And Azriel had a feeling that somewhere in that beautiful brain of Rhys’s he couldn’t actually fathom them being together in any way other than friendship.

The hickey under Azriel’s collar said something much different.

To deter attention and keep them both in the clear though, Azriel was being forced to act much broodier than usual. When in dinners, he made himself think of anything other than the female sitting beside him laughing at a bad joke from her brother. While training he zoned in especially hard, avoiding any and all eye contact from Lena and her ridiculously tight training leathers and wild gaze that drew him in every time.

It was torture. Blissful torture.

Lena on the other hand was doing fine. More than fine considering she hardly had to pretend at all. Everyone merely suspected that she was happy as usual to have her whole family with her for an extended period of time.

The sneaking around was fun and intense and an incredible turn on, Azriel wasn’t ashamed to admit that. But it also wasn’t enough — for either of them.

Two nights prior, while Azriel had Lena pressed up against the door of the storage room in Rita’s, trailing his lips down her neck and his hand beneath her sweater, she had asked him.

“When are we finally going to get away?”

Azriel froze, his hand retreating as he pulled away and met her eyes. There was a sort of sadness there behind all the layers of lust and desire. He sighed, laying his forehead on her shoulder and inhaling her scent. It had become like oxygen for his ever burning lungs.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I know this isn’t fair to you. You deserve better than a grope in a damn storage closet. I never should have—”

“Woah, woah,” Lena cut him off, chuckling as she pulled his face back to hers. “I love a good grope in a storage closet. But I just…” she hesitated, a rare expression of nervousness on her sharp features. “I want you. I want all of you. And you know, we can’t quite…”

Azriel tensed briefly before relaxing back into her arms. He leaned in and kissed her gently, trailing his hands down her side and feeling her groan against him.

She was right, they couldn’t have each other fully anywhere in Velaris, it just wasn’t possible. They had done plenty, but something and someone was always looming over them.

No, when he took her to bed it would have to be far away from Velaris. Somewhere they didn’t have to hide in the shadows or constantly have a shield around them.

“I’ve been working on something,” Azriel said as he broke away from her lips breathlessly. Lena looked dazed, blinked through a haze of lust up at him. “Give me a couple days and believe me…” He leaned back in and kissed beneath her jaw, his tongue flicking out at that one spot that he knew made her make a small sound in the back of her throat and her knees weak. “We’ll go somewhere where I can make you moan as loud as you want.”

Lena writhed beneath him, her hips pressing up against the bulge in his pants. He growled deep within his chest.

“Promise?”

He had made that promise two days ago, and now that the day had arrived that he was going to be able to sweep her away, he was nervous as hell.

Not nervous to take her to bed. No, he had thought long and hard about all the ways he was going to make Lena moan and he was greatly looking forward to it.

He was nervous that he wouldn’t pull it off.

Aeron had left for the Court of Nightmares that morning, muttering something about needing Keir’s support against the High Lord of Spring. Aeron was a cruel bastard, but up until that point he had at the very least he had refused to work with Keir since Azriel had found Mor that day in the forest. However it seemed as though his paranoia had overcome any small inkling of a moral compass in the male.

Rhys and Cassian were going out drinking that night with Mor since the three males were supposed to be going to one of the Illyrian camps to lead some training the following morning bright and early.

Azriel and Lena were supposed to be joining them out drinking, and Azriel would be — at least for a short while. Meanwhile Lena would be with Wren, who at Azriel’s request had insisted they spend some quality time together. Even though Lena had wanted to go out, she could never deny her mother and thus acquiesced. That night her mother would give her a note that Azriel had written with the directions to a secret place he had gotten just for them.

Azriel kept thinking to himself that it was just the slightest bit too easy. That there must be something waiting around the corner to ruin this if the sneaking around and getting away was so simple. He prayed to the Cauldron that he was wrong. He had a feeling that the Cauldron didn’t listen to prayers all that much though.

Rhys was in a rare mood while they were out drinking, likely spurred on by how happy Lena had been for the past couple months — which Azriel took the smallest amount of pride in. When Lena was happy, everyone was happy.

“Everybody drinks!” Rhys shouted, slamming a glass down in front of Azriel. The seat directly across from him felt emptier than usual with Lena gone. Mor and Cassian were off somewhere flirting with who knows what kind of people. Rhys flopped down next to Azriel, wrapping an arm around his friend’s shoulders. “Why so anxious, brother?”

“I’m not anxious,” Azriel said anxiously.

Rhys laughed. “Those shadows of yours say differently. Missing my ever so lovely sister?”

Azriel hoped that Rhys was tipsy enough not to notice how he tensed. “What do you mean?”

“Oh you know what I mean,” Rhys drawled. Azriel froze, holding his breath. “You and Lena! The best of friends. You know I used to be so jealous of you, she looks at you like you’re a Cauldron damned hero all the time.”

Azriel finally remembered how to breathe.

“She loves you, Rhys,” said Azriel. “You’re her big brother. I think she’ll always believe you hung the moon in the sky.”

Rhys laughed weakly, leaning back in his chair, a rare look of vulnerability crossing his sharp features — almost twin to Lena’s.

“She loved that stupid story,” he murmured to himself, seeming to sober quite quickly. “I just wanted her to sleep, but she missed my mother, she was mad at the world that she wasn’t allowed to train in the camps or get the tattoos one day.”

Azriel only nodded, silent. He remembered that night well. Lena had been six years old, Azriel and Rhys and Cassian were just teenagers. They hadn’t even done the Rite yet. Wren had gone back to Velaris to see Aeron for the night and Lena was left in the hands of the trio.

“She was so mad,” Rhys continued, chuckling. “It was well after midnight and she just wouldn’t sleep. I told her that story about hanging the moon just to get her to stop whining and get some rest. But she wanted Cassian to take her flying, she wanted you to teach her about shadows, and she wanted me to…” He trailed off, looking down at his glass silently.

“She wanted you to be her brother, Rhys,” Azriel said softly. “She’s always hated that you had to be her father, too.”

Rhys’s eyebrows shot up, surprised at the words. Azriel wasn’t though. He was the only person in the world that Lena had confided that to and even though a part of him twisted for sharing the information, he knew that Lena would have wanted him to say it.

“And she’s older now,” Azriel continued. “And I know you still think you have to be her father since Aeron doesn’t act like it, but…” Azriel hesitated, the look on Rhys’s face telling him that he was hanging on to every word. “But you can just be her brother now. She takes care of herself fine, you know that. Just… be her brother.”

For the slightest moment, Azriel thought he saw silver lining Rhys’s eyes. It was gone in a heartbeat though and Rhys only nodded.

“Thank you, Az,” he said softly.

Just then Mor and Cassian came bounding back up and the moment was lost. Azriel hoped that his words had carried some weight though. Rhys deserved to relieve himself of the burden of being Lena’s father figure. And Lena deserved to have her brother back.

A few more minutes passed and it was just when Cassian threw an ice cube at Rhys that Azriel stood and said he had to leave.

“What?” Mor cried. “But you just got here!”

“I have some things to do.”

Cassian smirked. “And who might you be doing, brother?”

Rhys snorted into his drink — a reaction far different than what he would have done if he had known it was his sister that Cassian was alluding to.

The three of them all looked up at Azriel expectantly, likely waiting on him to say something vague but polite and then step away. Their eyebrows all shot up though when he only smirked and said, “She’s better company than you lot late at night.”

Cassian and Rhys howled with laughter while Mor only stared in shock — Azriel never talked about his lovers. Azriel couldn’t help but grin, laying some money on the table for his drinks before walking out of the bar and taking off into the sky.

As he flew, knowing Lena would be flying the same route in just a couple hours, Azriel couldn’t help but smile softly — feeling the wind in his wings and a lightness in his heart… it was changing him. The War had changed him in the worst way, but Lena was helping him get back to the male he had always wanted to be.

He only hoped that male would be worthy of her.

~~~~~~

The stars twinkled above Azriel as he stood outside, everything silent save for the falling snow and chirping crickets. It had been about two hours since he’d landed at the cabin. Not the domestic magic cabin that he, Rhys, and Cassian tended to get rip roaring drunk at, but his cabin. The one he had bought only the day prior.

The getaway spot for himself and the woman he loved.

Staring up at the stars, Azriel wondered if he would have the courage to tell her that night. That he loved her. He knew in his heart that there was no other word for it. Or likely that there was and he just didn’t know it. Sometimes even love wasn’t enough of a descriptor for what Azriel felt for Lena.

He just felt like there was something more. Something more that he felt for her deep down in his soul, in his very essence. Something that simultaneously terrified and enthralled him. He wondered if Lena felt it too — felt that tug on her heart every time they were together, that tug telling them that—

“Hey you.”

Azriel whirled, hand reaching for Truth Teller instinctively — not at the voice, but just at the fact that he was startled.

Azriel didn’t get startled.

Lena was grinning, hair askew from its loose hold and cheeks flushed. Azriel only stared, completely stunned.

“How did you—”

She silenced him with a kiss, throwing her arms around his neck and pressing her lips against his. Azriel wasn’t startled by that at least, falling into her the way he had only ever dreamed of being able to. He held her tightly to him, grinning against her lips when he felt her shudder as his hands slid down her back.

“Got you,” she said breathlessly as they pulled away. Azriel looked down at her, pushing a strand of loose hair away from her eyes so he could see them fully.

“Yes you did,” he admitted. He took a deep breath, wanting her scent to wrap around him like it always did, but — “Why can’t I smell you?” He asked, somewhat alarmed. If he hadn’t been holding Lena at that very moment he would have thought she was some sort of mirage. “That’s how you snuck up on me, but… how…”

“I’ve been working on some new tricks,” Lena said with a nonchalant shrug as if it weren’t bewildering that she could shape her magic a shield so intricate that it blocked out her very scent. “I figured I would try it with you. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you surprised.”

Azriel could only blink, once again knocked off his feet by the sheer wonder of her.

“You surprise me every day,” he said softly, taking her face in his hands and kissing her softly one more time. Lena hummed against his lips contently.

“That’s good to know,” she murmured. “But I think you win when it comes to surprises today.”

He was the one to pull back then, looking down at her with a smirk that set her eyes alight. “Did you find the place alright? I worried that—”

“I found it perfectly fine, Az.” Her voice was gentle as she ran her hands up and down his muscle corded arms. He brushed a snowflake away from her cheek. “Your directions were easy to follow. I was concerned at first that you were taking me to some cave in the woods since there was nothing else in your note, but this…”

Lena trailed off, looking behind her at the small cabin, smoke rising from the chimney. Azriel couldn’t take his eyes off of her as she sighed wistfully. Her standing there, beneath the night sky, with snow falling all around them... She was a dream. His dream come to life.

“It’s like a dream,” she said softly. “When did you do all of this?”

“A few days ago. It hasn’t been fair of me to keep you in the shadows these past few weeks.”

“Hey.” Lena whirled, placing her hand gently on Azriel’s cheeks. “Your shadows are my shadows. Where you go I go. Forever.”

Azriel smiled, turning and pressing his lips to her palm. “Where you go I go. Forever, I swear.”

If only that were true.

“Well come on then,” Lena said with a grin, grabbing both of Azriel’s hands and walking him backwards towards the cabin. “Let me see this secret getaway of ours.”

Azriel laughed freely, following after her as she darted off for the front door. He would follow her anywhere.

She bounded up the few steps to the front door, winking at Azriel over her shoulder as she stepped inside. She froze the moment she crossed the threshold, mouth parting slightly in shock.

There were candles everywhere, no furniture save for a single chaise in the den and a table with two chairs in the dining room. The door to the bedroom was closed, but light from the fireplace flickered from the bottom of the door.

Azriel kept his eyes on Lena as she slowly stepped in, her bright eyes taking in every inch of the cabin. She gasped softly as she approached the dining room, a simple meal by candlelight set for them.

Azriel’s shadows were erratic as he nervously watched her, gauging her reaction. Had he done too much? Had he done too little? He forced himself to be quiet, to wait for her to speak.

“Az…” Her voice was barely more than a throaty whisper. She turned to face him, something akin to devastation on her face. “Az, this is… I…”

“Hey, hey.” It took him two strides to reach her, taking her face in his hands and wiping away her tears with his calloused and scarred thumbs. “This wasn’t supposed to make you cry.”

Azriel had seen Lena cry three times — when she said goodbye to he and Rhys and Cassian before they took the Rite, the night she saw Rhys with the ash bolts in his wings, and that very moment with him.

“I’m sorry,” Lena said through weak laughter, her hands coming up and clutching at Azriel’s wrists as she leaned into his touch. “It’s just… Az,” she met his eyes with so much emotion in her gaze it almost knocked Azriel over. “This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

Azriel cocked his head to the side. Surely this couldn’t be the nicest thing. Lena was… well, she was Lena. She was the kindest, most compassionate soul he had ever met. It would take hell itself and maybe then some to break her spirit.

Not to mention she was the Daughter of the Night Court. She was constantly showered and praised and —

It was for all the wrong reasons. Lena had never had anyone do something for her just for the sake of doing it. Rhys, Wren, Cassian, and Mor — they all loved and adored her, of course, but had any of them ever done anything intentional for her? Purposeful? Meaningful?

Azriel felt a wash of shame as he realized how selfless Lena was and how little he had recognized it up unto that point. She constantly went out of her way to help every single one of them without ever asking or expecting a single thank you in return.

She wrapped Cassian’s hands before training because she knew he would always mess it up and hurt his knuckles. She showered Mor with quality time and chocolate anytime she had any sort of contact with her family. She communicated with Rhys mind to mind and helped him whenever Aeron ruthlessly questioned him over Prythian politics — something she had always been better at than him. She held Wren when she cried over her mate’s treatment of her children.

And Azriel himself. Lena was always there the moment he was back after a mission, questioning to a point, but always there to comfort. Always there to listen. Never once flinching from his scars, laughing with him and pulling him into the conversation or withdrawing with him to the shadows when things got to be too much. She would train with him for hours into the night and never once question his silence when the nightmares of the darkness and the flames were too much.

She was everything. His Lena. His sweet, kind, loving Lena. Giving all of herself away and smiling all the while. A serving heart and yet no one to serve her.

“Lena…”

Azriel had no other words other than her name.

Lena, Lena, Lena.

He could feel his heart trying to tell him something — begging him to listen, begging him to dive deeper, to feel more.

“Azriel, I—” Lena choked on her words, reaching up and tangling her fingers in his hair, pressing their foreheads together. The meal he had prepared was long forgotten, the space between them the only thing that existed. “I have to tell you something. I’ve wanted to tell you for so long, for so long, but—”

“I know.”

Lena stiffened, her eyes wide. “You do?” Her voice was small — afraid, he noted.

“Of course,” Azriel said softly, his hands gentle on her skin. “But I need to… I need to say it first.”

Lena swallowed, trembling in his arms. She nodded almost imperceptibly.

“Lena, I…” She inhaled sharply, her mouth parting as her eyes fluttered shut. “I love you.”

The breath came out of her in a whoosh as her eyes opened wide. There was shock there and the briefest flash of… something else. Something even he couldn’t pinpoint.

“What?” She asked breathlessly.

“I love you,�� he repeated. She was looking at him in complete shock. What had she thought he was going to say? “Lena I love you, you are… everything to me and I love you with all that I am.”

“That’s… you love me?”

Azriel was thoroughly confused. “Was that not… was that not what you were going to say?”

“No, no.” At the look on Azriel’s face she panicked. “No! I meant — Cauldron, Azriel, I love you too, of course I love you, how could I not?”

Azriel loosed a breath, his heart resuming it’s regular beating pattern as she said those words so casually, so true and genuine in such a Lena way of her — he knew she meant them, had thought them more than once.

She loved him. She loved him.

“I just…” She looked conflicted, her violet eyes churned with indecision. “It’s just that I…”

“Lena.” Azriel lifted her chin. “What is it? You can tell me.”

He could see the moment she searched his soul. Could feel it deep down in his bones as her eyes scanned his. He felt that corner of his soul being tugged on, but pushed it down, letting her strip him bare.

He could also see the moment she made a decision. Her shoulders relaxed, she loosed a breath and closed her eyes for a few seconds. When she opened them, there was sadness. Joy — but something within her was broken.

What had he done?

“Azriel,” she said softly, her hand moving to his temple. “My Azriel… You are…”

The corners of his vision seemed to go blurry, a fog coming over him. He blinked a couple times and it was gone.

A few strands of hair fell in front of Lena’s face that hadn’t been there before. He cocked his head to the side, reaching up and pushing them away. He wiped away another tear he must have missed before.

“I’m what?” He asked softly. Lena’s hand still rested at his temple, shaking slightly. “What, Lena? Tell me.”

Lena took in a deep breath, a smile taking over her face. “You are my best friend,” she finally said, though her voice shook. “And the love of my life. And I am Cauldron blessed to call you both.”

Azriel smiled wide, taking Lena’s hand in his own and raising it to his lips. His mind still felt a bit foggy, but he found himself thinking that it must have just been all of the emotions between them washing over him at once.

“I love you,” Azriel whispered, leaning in and kissing her cheek. “I love you.” He kissed the other cheek. “I love you.” He kissed her forehead. “I love you.” Finally, he pressed his lips to hers.

Lena sighed, falling into him. He caught her around the waist, pulling her flush against him. Her hands tangled in his hair, her grip tighter than normal. She kissed him as if she thought he was going to disappear.

He thought he might have felt another tear fall into their lips, but brushed the thought away as Lena moaned against him, her tongue brushing against his.

The dinner Azriel prepared lay forgotten as he lifted her up, her legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her to the bedroom. He kicked the door open without ever detaching his lips from hers, laying her onto the bed and hovering over her as she frantically pulled at his shirt. He growled as she ripped it clear down the middle, surging for her lips as she shoved the fabric away from his shoulders.

They undressed each other quickly — normally Azriel took his time with his lovers, teasing them, drawing their pleasure out for hours, but he needed Lena then and there.

They could do slow later. They had all the time in the world after all.

Lena cried his name out as he ravished her with his tongue and fingers, bringing her over the edge once only to speed his pace even further. Lena screamed, her back arching beneath him as she climaxed once more.

And when he was finally inside her, finally joined to her in a way he had only ever dreamed of, he looked into her eyes. They were both sweating, Lena still breathless from his earlier ministrations, but her eyes were brighter than ever before.

And there it was again — those soul searching eyes looking deep down into his heart. She was looking for something. What, he didn’t know.

She grasped at his shoulders as he thrust into her, gasping his name as his hand moved between her legs in time with the movement of his hips. When she came, her magic flared out at least a mile. He came shortly after her, breaking the headboard behind her as he braced himself before falling into her, his head buried in her neck.

And as they lay together, both catching their breath and breathing in each other’s scent, she ran her fingers through his hair soothingly as he gripped her tightly to him.

He could live like this forever. Holding her, loving her, whispering in her ear all the reasons he adored her.

For that night though, he would settle on trailing his lips down her body once more, savoring the taste he wanted to be drunk on for the rest of his days.

~~~~~

He could feel her looking at him. He knew she wasn’t trying to be subtle — if she were, he would still be asleep.

“Lena.” He opened one eye and saw her sprawled out on his naked chest with her chin propped up on folded hands, looking up at him. She smirked.

“Yes?”

“You’re on top of me.”

“Why yes I am,” she said with a much more mischievous smirk. “I was last night as well. Several times, if I remember correctly.”

Azriel chuckled, Lena lifting her head as his shoulders shook. “And you were quite skilled at it as well.”

“Who would have thought?”

In a heartbeat, Azriel had flipped them over. Lena yelped, the breath catching in her throat as he rolled his hips against hers. She moaned softly, her back arching as Azriel lowered his head and trailed his tongue between her breasts.

“You’re a menace,” Lena gasped as one of his hands trailed up her thigh and danced around where she wanted to feel him the most. “Azriel…”

He only chuckled lowly, his lips pressing against that spot on her collarbone he knew drove her wild.

They didn’t untangle themselves from the sheets for the next hour.

“I don’t want to leave here,” Lena said softly as Azriel stood, buckling his pants. He looked over the bed at her where she was reluctantly pulling on a shirt. “I just want to stay here forever and pretend the real world doesn’t exist.”

Azriel walked around the bed, lifting Lena’s chin with his index finger and thumb, unable to help himself from chuckling at her pout.

“One of these days we won’t have to run away,” he said softly. “But until that day comes, this can be our reprieve. Our own little world away from the world.”

Slowly, Lena smiled. She rose up on her toes and pressed her lips against his lightly.

“I love you,” she whispered.

“And I love you.”

“When do you need to be at the camps with Rhys and Cassian?”

Azriel sighed, his hands wrapping around Lena’s waist and pulling her tightly to him. “Probably a couple hours ago.”

Lena’s eyes widened. “Azriel, my father will—”

“Relax,” Azriel cut her off with a chuckle at her look of sheer panic. “Rhys and Cassian think that I had a wild night with some random female. They won’t go calling in the infantry to look for me.”

Lena cocked an eyebrow. “You told them you were with someone. You didn’t lie, but... you didn’t tell the truth either.”

“Lie to my future brother-in-law? I could never.”

Azriel laughed, but Lena’s eyes softened, the corners of her lips pulling up slightly.

“Was that a proposal, Az?” She asked softly.

Azriel froze. “Well I — no, not a proposal. But one day.” Lena’s eyes widened. “If you’ll have me, that is. But Lena, I…” He trailed off, his mind flashing to a potential future that would never happen. “You must know that you’re all I want.”

Lena smiled, her eyes brighter and more sincere than Azriel had ever seen.

“You’re all I want, too.”

And as he kissed her in that cabin — in their cabin — he knew there was nothing in the world he would ever want more than her and her alone.

~~~~~

“I still can’t believe my mother helped cover for us,” Lena said with a laugh as she walked out of the cabin hand-in-hand with Azriel.

“I can,” Azriel said. “She would do anything to make you happy. Even go against your father.”

At the mention of her father, Lena stiffened, her boots crunching as they stepped into the snow.

“You know I’ll never understand it,” she said softly. “They’re mates. He saved her life, they’re equals, bonded in the most sacred of ways. And yet…” She took a deep breath, shaking her head. “He’s horrible. They’re a horrible match. I just don’t understand why the Cauldron would make them mates.”

“It’s biological.”

“What?” Lena snapped, her hand dropping from his as she whirled to face him.

“It’s all about reproduction,” Azriel said simply. Lena’s eyes only flared. “I don’t mean to upset you. I know your parents loved each other at one point, and perhaps still do on some level. But mating bonds — they’re all about what pairs can create the strongest offspring. That’s why you don’t see any same-sex mating bonds.” Lena only blinked. “Lena, your parents created you and Rhys, the two most powerful fae in Prythian.”

“That’s not…” Lena choked on her words, shaking her head as she took a step away from Azriel. “That’s not true. It’s more than that.”

“Lena I’m sorry.” He took a step forward and thanked the Cauldron when she let him take her hand once again and lace their fingers together. She wasn’t looking at him. “I’m just saying what I’ve observed. Mates always create more powerful children. And sometimes there’s love involved, of course. But… not always. That’s not what the mating bond is for.”

Lena inhaled shakily, finally raising her eyes to meet his. “You’re right,” she said weakly, forcing a smile. “It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Have I upset you?” He asked, his eyes searching for the truth behind the mask she was wearing. The fact that she was hiding her emotions from him and he was the cause of it cut to his core in a painful slash.

“No, no,” she said quickly, shaking her head. “I’m just overthinking. You’re right.” She smiled widely, a bit more sincere than before. “I’m sorry if I overreacted, I don’t want to ruin our time here—”

“There is nothing that could ruin our time here.” Azriel smiled, leaning in and pressing his lips to hers hotly. She kissed him back hard, her hands pulling at his shoulders as if she were falling and he was her only anchor. When they finally broke apart, they were both gasping.

“Do you remember,” Lena gasped out suddenly, “When we went to the Summer Court? And we met with that seer?”

Azriel started, pulling back to look at her fully. Her expression was unreadable.

“Yes, of course. Why?”

“It’s just…” Lena bit at her lip. “I’ve been having dreams about her. About what she said to us.”

“Lena she was a con,” Azriel said firmly. “She was saying anything to scare you into giving her another coin to hear more. She probably wasn’t even a real seer.”

“Have you ever been around a real seer?”

“No, but—”

“Azriel she was talking about us,” Lena said quickly. Her hands were holding his forearms tight enough to leave bruises and her eyes were wide and afraid. “She said, ‘glittered hands press against the light only to burn with darkness.’ She could have been talking about my power, how it burns when I don’t use it every day.”

“Lena.” Azriel was worried now, he’d never seen Lena so afraid, so frantic. “Lena she was spouting nonsense—”

“‘When red stains white you must stand in the black of night. Chains of despair a monster will make, but while you remain in the shadows there is a tomorrow to be won.’” Lena breathed heavily, her magic radiating off of her and around them, never touching Azriel. He was silent. How long had that seer’s words been haunting her? “Something is coming, Azriel,” she whispered. “I don’t know what, but… I think it’s about us. She said ‘shadows and darkness, one and the same.’ How can that not be about us? ‘Wings of night so easily torn?’ Something is coming Azriel—”

“She could see my shadows and she knew that you were the Daughter of the Night Court,” Azriel said slowly, his scarred hands gently raising and resting on either side of her face. “She saw my wings, she could see the way that I looked at you. She was just picking up on cues and shaping lies, manipulating you. I’ve done it more than once on missions. You are fine, Lena. Nothing is coming. And if anything does, you’re more than capable of protecting yourself and you also have me, Rhys, Cassian, Mor — all of us. There’s nothing coming, Lena.”

Lena froze, swallowing. The fear was still in her eyes. “I wish I believed you.”

Azriel felt like he had been punched in the gut.

“I’m sorry,” Lena said, shaking her head. “I’m sorry for being this frantic, I just have this awful feeling that—” She froze.

“That what?”

“That the future isn’t as set as we think it is.”

“The future is never set, Lena.”

“I thought it was.”

Before Azriel could say another word, Lena leaned up and captured his lips with her own.

“Go to the camps,” she said softly. “My mother and I are coming to see Rhys in two days, make sure you’re with him, okay?”

Azriel could only nod, dumbfounded. Lena kissed him once more, her hand resting over his heart. She pulled away and took a deep breath, inhaling his scent.

“I love you.”

A second later she gathered herself in darkness and winnowed away.

He only realized after she was gone that he hadn’t said I love you back.

~~~~~

Azriel and Rhys flew through the night sky hard and fast, and Azriel fought to keep from scowling. He and Rhys had been training a new unit together and hadn’t even realized how late they were in leaving to meet Wren and Lena. When they had, they’d both shot into the air without another word.

Now as they flew, Azriel rolled his shoulders as he felt something deep within him churning. Something… wrong. He shoved it down, but remained aware.

He smelt it before Rhys did.

For a moment, Azriel froze in the air. He almost started to fall, but then his instincts kicked into overdrive.

“Rhys—”

Rhys gasped, darkness flaring off of his wings as they both dove low to the ground. They flew just over the treeline and Azriel felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest.

Why could he smell her blood, why did his soul feel like it was being torn in two, why couldn’t he hear their heartbeats or their breathing if he could smell their blood?

The red was a stark contrast to the pure white of the snow.

Azriel hit the ground before Rhys did, several yards away. Rhys was screaming, cursing, digging his hands into the snow and searching for something — anything, he probably didn’t know.

When red stains white you must stand in the black of the night.

It was everywhere. Azriel fell to his knees, his mind not registering any of the pain. He registered nothing except the the blood seeping into his leathers and melting the snow beneath him. It was still warm.

Chains of despair a monster will make.

Rhys was screaming, and Azriel mindlessly noted that he misted half the trees around them.

Wings of night so easily torn. Kiss the sky while you can, my dear.

Her scent was still lingering, though fading quickly. He inhaled as much as he could but only felt numb. He didn’t feel it wrapping around his heart the way he had only two days ago. It had been agony to wash the scent off of her before he went to the camp, and now he regretted ever letting the water touch his skin.

Shadows and darkness — one and the same.

Lena was dead. And a piece of Azriel’s soul had gone with her too.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

EPILOGUE

“Wake up, Daughter of the Night Court. Show me those famous eyes.”

Everything was heavy. Why did it feel like there was a weight on her chest, a knife wedged deep in her heart?

“Mother?”

There was a dark laugh.

“Not quite.”

Oh. That was right. Her mother was dead.

“No! Please, please let her go!” She screamed.

Make it stop, make it stop.

“Look at me,” her mother begged. She complied, shaking and sobbing, trying so hard to reach into that well of her power only to feel nothing as the chains cut into her wrists. “Don’t be afraid. Don’t be afraid, my sweet. You must be strong. You are strong. Tell Rhys—”

Her head fell into the snow with a thump that she was sure could be heard miles away.

“No… no, it’s not real,” she sobbed.

That dark laugh surrounded her once again. A female. “Oh I assure you, it’s very real. Now open those pretty eyes.”

“Rhys… where is Rhys, where is my brother?”

“Open your eyes and I’ll tell you everything.”

She inhaled deeply, tears streaming down her face. Why was everything so heavy? Why couldn’t she hear, where was her magic, where was she, where was her mother’s body, where was Rhys, where was—

“There she is,” the female crooned.

Lena opened her eyes painfully, seeing blood.

No, not blood. Hair. Blood red hair, surrounding her like a curtain as she looked up into the face of a smirking female — all sharp features and hate in her eyes.

“I’ve missed those eyes,” the female whispered, trailing her finger across Lena’s cheek. “Yours are just a shade darker than your brother’s though.” She made the observation as casually as a remark on the weather.

Lena gasped, feeling as though a thousand knives were cutting her at once as the blue chains strapped around her chest and legs burned into her skin and stifled her magic.

“Amarantha,” she hissed.

The female chuckled, brushing away Lena’s hair from her face. Lena thrashed as much as she could.

“Don’t touch me.”

“Oh my sweet pet,” Amarantha whispered like a lover, “I have so many plans for you.”

“Amarantha.” A deep male voice cut across the room and the female jerked away. Lena fought for breath, her lungs feeling as though they were being crushed beneath the chains. If she could just touch her magic, if she could fight against it somehow then—

“My King,” Amarantha said smoothly.

Lena froze, turning her head painfully from where she lay flat on her back on a stone table to see where the King of Hybern was striding in.

She’d never seen Amarantha or the King in person, only heard bits and pieces about them from eavesdropping on her father and brother’s conversations. But they were every bit as awful as she had imagined, all cruel eyes and sharp edges.

“You,” Lena hissed at the King, flinching as she felt the dried blood cracking on her face. “You sent those men to kill her. You killed my mother!”

The King and Amarantha only laughed. “I didn’t kill your mother,” the King said smoothly, stalking towards her. She hoped her fear wasn’t evident on her face. “That was all the Lord of Spring. Who is dead now, you should know. Courtesy of your father.”

Lena gasped. Her father had killed the Lord of Spring… that meant Tamlin—

“And you should be pleased to know,” the King continued, “That your father is dead as well. I heard from a little bird that you never liked him all that much anyway. I can’t blame you.”

Lena froze. How could all of this have happened so quickly? Her whole world was flipping upside down, everything was wrong — so wrong.

But where was Rhys? Where was Rhys?

“Your handsome brother is perfectly fine,” Amarantha said with a vile grin, picking at her long nails. “Well, other than his entire family being dead and being High Lord, that is.”

Lena couldn’t breathe. She gasped for air but nothing came into her lungs.

“You’ve been asleep for a few weeks,” Amarantha continued, leaning in close to Lena’s face. “The King has a new magic trick and we’ve been playing it on you. You’re his new pet after all, sweet one.”

Lena couldn’t even be horrified. She was only numb. She felt paralyzed as Amarantha twirled a strand of her dark hair.

Amarantha took that hair and pulled it — hard. Lena couldn’t even scream.

“So pretty,” she hissed. “We’ll be able to use that.”

“Amarantha,” the King snapped. She dropped Lena’s hair and let her head drop back to the table. Lena stared into dead space. “Leave.”

Amarantha hesitated, but complied.

“Well,” the King said softy, stepping up beside where Lena lay. “Now that we’re alone. I am sorry for your loss. But don’t fret too much. Everyone believes you’re dead, and the dead don’t have to worry about mourning, do they? Such a beautiful irony.”

Lena tried to mist him. She tried with all of her might. If it weren’t for those damned chains she may have misted the whole world.

“Such a shame. Had you been out of these chains when your father died, you would have surely taken up the mantle your brother did. Wouldn’t that have been a sight? The first High Lady in Prythian history. You would have been a vision.”

“I’m going to destroy you.” Lena spoke with deadly calm. Her heart was fractured, her soul in tatters. “I’m going to get out of these chains and rip you to shreds.”

The King only laughed. “No my dear, you are not. Because if you use your magic in any capacity that I do not sanction, your precious Shadowsinger will die.”

Lena’s mind filled with white noise.

“Oh yes,” the King whispered. “I know all about your relationship with your Shadowsinger. Your Azriel. Your mate.”

Lena wished that she had died alongside her mother.

“And you are going to be my new weapon, constantly at my disposal, or he will die. I’ve linked your magic to his life. You try to escape my service in any way using that deep, beautiful magic of yours, and he dies. You are my tool to wield now. But don’t worry my dear,” he stroked her hair back and she flinched, “They all think you’re dead. What have you got to lose?”

Everything, Lena thought to herself. I lost everything and still have everything in the world to lose.

“Now you’re going to be my special weapon,” the King said as if he were talking to a small child. “Only for very special plans of mine. And when I don’t need you, you’re going to sleep.”

He raised a hand to hover over Lena’s chest and she thrashed, lurching her head forward and connected it with the King’s nose.

He shouted in pain, jerking away from the table where she lay.

“Don’t you fucking touch me,” she hissed. “I don’t need my magic to kill you, you cruel old bastard.”

The King punched Lena in the sternum so hard it cracked. She screamed.

“You’ll find,” the King hissed, “That my patience is very thin. You have two options, Daughter of the Night Court.” He spat the title. “You can either cooperate and have a dreamless sleep for however long until I need you next, or you can live in your worst nightmare for the next decade or so. Which do you prefer?”

Lena spat in his face.

“Very well,” he said, calmly wiping his face. “Have a good rest, pet.”

Lena screamed, thrashing against the chains as they burned her, fighting with every fiber of her being to stay awake, to touch her magic. She screamed for Rhys, for her mother, for Azriel, for everyone.

It wasn’t enough.

She fell into a deep, magic-driven sleep. The last thing she heard was the King of Hybern’s laughter.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

LENA AND AZRIEL WILL RETURN IN SHADOWS AND DARKNESS: ONE AND THE SAME.

#acotar fanfiction #acomaf fanfiction #acowar fanfiction #azriel fanfiction #azriel #IM CRYING REAL HARD I CANT EVEN DO ALL MY FUN TAGS I USUALLY DO IM SORRY GUYS #BLOW UP MY INBOX WITH YOUR THOUGHTS PLS #SAD OATS HERE WE COME #my writing #prequel project by moe

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animegenork · 4 years

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Okay this is weird but Digimon fans who follow me or happen to see this, send me a Digimon ship and I’ll give my honest-to-goodness opinion on it

Even the ones with Tai

#but gen you gasp #tai is your husband #i know #i know friends #but i need a record of digimon ships and my thoughts on them #idk why #maybe for my imaginedigimon blog #maybe that's it #digimon #digimon ships #pls send asks #ask about any of them #EXCEPT SIBLINGS X SIBLINGS THAT'S A NO NO #but otherwise yes #blow up my inbox i need to do something with my hands

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marky4l · 2 years

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any thoughts on mark to spare... of the nsfw nature... pls...,

this ask has been snoozing in my inbox for centuries and now I feel a bit more capable to answer it. nsfw under the cut also this was going to be a headcanon but I’m sorry. I needed to write a drabble its like my nature tbh

quick rundown fwb mark andddd yes

you’d always been curious, but this is your first time asking. your arm reaches out, fingertips shoving against the rough stubble of your best friend’s cheek, lying down beside you.

“why do you take so many pictures of me?” it’s not like you don’t allow it—in fact, you encourage it at times, to get a rise out of him.

his gaze switches over to you, a brief distraction from the book he’d been reading. “pictures… like, pictures of you eating and goofing off?”

your face flushes and you feel warm. best friends is clearly not the label to go by in this discussion. your passive face answers the question and he pipes up again. “oh, you mean why do i take my phone out all the time when i’m blowing your back out?”

“so much for keeping it pg-13,” you mumble, hiding under the blanket. his hand finds your waist and he tugs you, with his annoyingly remarkable strength, onto his side. your panties dampen from the show of strength but you stay quiet, playing with the drawstrings of his hoodie.

he dog-ears the page and sets it on his table. “it’s my wank bank,” he says simply. your legs maneuver so they’re wrapped around his thigh, and you slowly move onto the material of his sweatpants. he laughs into your hair, pushing his glasses off. “jesus, are you wet because i said the words wank bank? i kinda expected the opposite from you.”

you rut harder, whining. “can you shut up?”

“you want to see it, don’t you?”

the silence is telling for you both, and in seconds, he’s pulling out his phone. you burrow into his bare chest, already feeling hesitant at allowing yourself to see this, and he tuts, flexing his thigh so you can feel more friction. “don’t be shy, take a look.”

you sigh and crack your eyes open, suddenly wishing you never had. you’re looking at several—and that’s a massive understatement—pictures and videos of you and mark in various compromising positions. your eyes land on one, zeroing onto it, and he seems to notice, clicking on it and letting the video autoplay. you remember this day vividly: mark had been gaming, playing call of duty the entire day, and had taken out the victory of winning on your poor self.

you can’t help but grind harder, watching yourself in the video—the way you beg for mark to slow down, the way his dick is stretching your pussy out. you can almost feel it. your hands find purchase wrapped around his forearm and he drops the phone, watching you rut onto his thigh.

“could you go any faster?” he mumbles teasingly, a free hand coming up to rub against your drool slick lips. you groan, losing all shame and fully grinding against him. the friction between the seat of your underwear, your cunt, and his sweats is too much, and your mouth parts in a dazed, drawn out whimper.

“who knew you were good enough to get yourself off on my thigh like a good pet?” he hums. “budge up, sweetheart. knees.”

and when you’re slinking onto the floor, pulling his sweats down to mouth at his cock, you almost giggle at the shutter sounds coming from his phone above you.

#idk about this #the idea of mark having a wank bank inspired me #the concept of him being Just Some Guy lines up w the whole wank bank thing #anyway #mark lee smut #nct smut

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scarletttries · 2 years

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Speaking Volumes (Adrian Chase Request)

Pairing: Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

Rating: Explicit (Gender neutral pronouns through, but AFAB reader for smut purposes). Mention of a bomb and fire for an angsty start, but happy ending as always.

Word Count: 3.3k

Requests: "Can I pls request adrian and the reader hooking up while on a mission with the 11th street kids? and they try to be quiet but fail miserably." And "Ello! I love your fics sm! 🤍And I hope you don't mind but I want to request something for Adrian Chase x Wife! Reader where something happened and they get separated amidst chaos and everything through Adrian tries so hard to find his dear wife 🥺you get to decide the ending so much angst please thanks 😊💕"

Author's Note: Guess whose rewatching Peacemaker and has rediscovered her intense feelings for Adrian Chase 🙃🥰 thank you so much to these two requests that have been chilling in my inbox for months and I hope you enjoy the combo! Please feel free to send my your Adrian Chase thoughts while I try to cope with my feelings 😍

Speaking Volumes

When someone asked Adrian Chase what his 'superpower' was, he might say his weapons skills, his endurance or his ability to heal. If he thought about it more though, he'd say it was his ability to spot any weakness in an opponent, whether in their armour or their character. It had saved his life on more occasions than one, and every time it hardened his resolve to never develop a weakness of his own. But as he stalked through another row of floor-to-ceiling shelves in this industrial warehouse, separated from each and every one of his team he knew he'd failed to protect himself from weakness as his mind perpetually wandered to the agent on the other side of the cavernous structure: you.

Falling for you had been more natural than breathing to Adrian. From the first friendly smile he'd known you were the one, different to everyone he'd ever met, the piece he didn't realise he'd been missing until your eyes met his. The atmosphere between the two of you had been undeniable, and it didn't take long until he couldn't contain his feelings, three little words spilling from his lips every time your paths crossed. And of course, you had no choice but to return them, deeply in love with the strange but endearing vigilante, captivated by his undivided devotion. You settled into a perfectly unusual life together, sharing a small apartment that quickly felt like home, working together on missions with the 11th street kids, and having each other's backs through everything from bad hair days to hostage situations. After spending so much of his life feeling like he couldn't quite connect with others, finding you had been the best thing that had ever happened to Adrian Chase, and it surprised no-one when six months after you met a mission to Las Vegas had ended with a quick stop at a chapel, making sure you two would be bound together forever.

As Adrian peeked out from behind another tall stack of crates, peering down the scope of his rifle, he tried to distract himself from all thoughts of his partner being in an equally dangerous situation, until he heard the distinct cry of Peacemaker's voice,

"FUCK!"

The crates beside him tumbled as the ground seemed to tremble, a deafening boom echoing through the warehouse. Adrian skirted the falling heap just in time to avoid being crushed, but the shelves around him were quickly caving in as the warehouse began to fill with smoke. Adrian's mind was racing - they got the address on this place a little too easily, it must have been a trap all along, wired to blow the second they got deep enough into the labyrinth of shelves. If peacemaker found the bomb he was probably closest, but he could take the damage, he'd be okay. Economos was out in the van and would be watching their backs for an ambush, which left the three other agents inside, possibly hurt, Harcourt, Leota and (Y/N). - His lungs seemed to empty at the realisation, you were in here, separated from him, lost in the chaos of smoke and flames and toppling steel. He could feel the panic setting in as his fingertips tingled with numbness that threatened to become all encompassing, his mouth drying out from more than the rising smoke. He tried to shake off his dread, focus on finding you again, willing his suddenly aching arms to work as he began to clamber haphazardly up the nearest pile of rumble. He could feel eyes start to sting as he lifted himself to a vantage point, vision obscured through the falling tears and climbing flames.

He surveyed the scene in front of him, struggling to make out even the most obvious shapes in darkness, let alone the small form of his forever best friend. His voice croaked as he tried to call your name through the darkness, a fresh cascade of tears joining it as he tried so hard to quiet his relentlessly talkative brain - I'm never going to be able to find them in this mess, and they're probably dead by now anyway. I'm going to be back to being alone, that was it, that was my one person and I couldn't even save them when they needed me. I never deserved them and now everyone will know it. (Y/N) was my one chance at love. - His chest felt bruised with every breath he took, like every falling brick was landing solely on his heart. He stood frozen, never feeling more lost and alone as he tried to scream,

"I can't find you (y/n)!" His desperate voice prevailed this time, echoing over the crackle of smouldering palates, his shuddering chest using every ounce of strength to fight back his inner monologue. - (Y/N) is my love, not was. I'm going to find them, i'm going to save them, that's what husbands do. And I'm a good husband. - He repeated the mantra to himself as he began to press forward through the choking fog, looking for any movement in the wreckage beneath him. He could feel his own lungs burning through the smoke, his ears ringing from the explosion, barely able to centre himself, desperate not to lose his sense of direction in the chaos. And then he saw it, a figure near the exit, thrashing and fighting against twisted beams of crushing steel, blocking their path. He wanted to keep his cool, approach slowly in case it wasn't you, but his heart was screaming so much louder than his brain as he climbed toward the struggling shape.

You had tried to pull yourself up on to the precarious shelves when the bomb went off, but each one seemed to topple towards you at the thought, leaving you trapped in one small corner, steel beams blocking the exit just beyond your reach. You kicked and fought and pulled at the metal, but it was steadfast, deaf to your desperate pleas to move. You tried to calm yourself, keep your breaths shallow, heart-rate slow, telling yourself that Adrian would never leave you behind, unwilling to face the possibility that he might not be able to find you in this obscured atmosphere. You told yourself at least he'd always be okay, and that he's never let you down before, but as the smoke and your tears grew thicker you found yourself beginning to give into hopelessness. You would give anything to hear just one more dumb joke in your husband's voice, to feel his arms around you again, to see his eyes light up when you tell him you love him.

"Is it hot in here, or is it just you?" You heard a familiar voice call out from above you, spinning to see an arm stretching down for you to grab.

"Adrian!" You screamed, in terror and relief that you weren't here alone, your unorthodox angel pulling you out of the fiery depths with ease, wrapping his strong arms around you.

"It's going to be okay (Y/N). Now that I found you, it's going to be okay." He repeated, pulling you close to his chest.

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Through some small miracle, no-one had gotten seriously hurt by the bomb. Chris was a little bruised and cut, and Harcourt had a twisted ankle, but as they sat facing each other in your team safe house, Harcourt gently cleaning the grazes on Chris's chest while he regaled everyone with the brave tale of him carrying Harcourt out of the fire, it seemed like neither of them minded. You laughed at the blush creeping across her cheeks as Emilia insisted it would have been quicker to just let her walk, casting furtive glances in the direction of an unusually quiet Adrian, who was focused on helping Economos carry what they could salvage from the warehouse into the tiny make-shift office at the back of the small house. As a comfortable quiet settled over the room, Harcourt spoke unusually softly,

"I know we all had a scare today, but we got lucky. We're all back here, we're all okay, and we shouldn't take that for granted. But we've still got a job to do, so we need to stick together for a few more days while we get to the bottom of exactly what they didn't want us to find."

The team solemnly nodded, resolved to go the distance on this case, despite the obvious risks. As Leota moved to help Economos set up his laptops, Adrian stepped casually behind you,

"Hey honey, please will you give me a hand moving something in the office?" His voice was overly nonchalant, only an innocent whistle missing from his attempt to act natural, but you were used to his tone being a little off so you followed him to the backroom, watching him quickly shut the door, and tilt a chair in front of the handle.

"Ad-" His lips cut you off with uncharacteristic force, crashing down with the weight of his adoration. He gripped your hips as his body pressed against yours, forcing you backwards, step after step until the small of your back pressed into the edge of the wooden desk that filled the space. Satisfied that he had you trapped against him, Adrian pulled away from the kiss, staring intensely at your face like a man who'd been reminded that one day it would be the last time he had you this close.

"I thought I was going to lose you today (Y/N)." He paused, swallowing the tremble in his throat, still reeling from the feeling of complete loss he had felt staring out across that burning building. "And the thought of living all of the rest of my days without you, was the fucking worst. Literally the saddest thing I could imagine, and it almost happened today and I didn't know what to do, or how to find you, but I knew I had to." His lips captured yours again, a chaste kiss to give him the strength to go on, "I had to find you, because you're the love of my life. And I can't go on without you." His hands crept from your hips to your bum, lifting you slightly until you sat on the edge of the desk, Adrian planted between your thighs. "Harcourt's right, we shouldn't take this for granted." His lips found yours again, satisfied that he had said all he needed to, Vigilante put his lips to better use. Their soft, warm embrace had your head spinning, all but forgetting about the team on the other side of the thin walls as you pulled at the tight fabric of Adrian's shirt. His intense focus seemed to lighten as he leant back, quickly pulling the material over his head, a delighted smile spreading across his cheeks as you pulled his chest towards, lips landing on the curve of his neck.

"I knew you'd find me Adrian. You're my hero." You whispered, leaving a trail of wet kisses over his sensitive throat, feeling the vibration of every soft moan you drew from him. Nuzzling your nose into his muscular jaw you whispered teasingly, "We've got to stay quiet okay Adrian, we don't want everyone to hear." Nipping just below his ear, knowing he can't help but groan at the sensation. Marvelling at your cheeky grin, you could see the excited expression on his face twist into a smirk, like you had given me a challenge he couldn't refuse.

Your lips returned to his chest, while his fingers found the button on your jeans, making quick work of releasing you from them, and sliding them down your legs. He fought back a devilish grin as he rubbed you through your underwear, waiting for your jaw to fall slack before plunging his tongue between your lips, swallowing the breathy whimpers you couldn't hold back. His fingers brushed over the fabric with teasing softness, building up your sensitivity without giving you any relief. He watched your chest rise and fall against his as his free hand unbuttoned your shirt, sliding it off your shoulders without his hungry lips leaving yours. You quickly pulled the tactical tank top you had underneath over your head, giving Adrian unrestricted access to your chest, hoping to spur him into giving you more of what you really wanted. Adrian drank in the sight of you, only covered by your increasingly damp underwear, chest heaving at his every touch, hips bucking to meet his hand as he played with the soft fabric. It took all his effort to fight the instinct to shout about how hot you are at the top of his lungs, but he managed with the need to make it you who couldn't contain themselves.

"Adrian please," You whispered, rubbing his obvious erection over his uniform, giving him your best pleading eyes, aching to feel more of him. He quickly stepped out of his pants, before whispering back,

"You look so fucking hot (y/n), I love when you get all needy because that's like how I feel about you all the time. Just remember you have to be quiet babe."

You opened your mouth to make a snarky response, but what came out was far from coherent words as Adrian fingers slipped beneath the slick fabric and deep into your entrance. You could almost feel his smug smile against your skin as his tongue found your nipple, lapping against the stiff peak as his free hand massaged the other side of your chest. Your skin was on fire as he moved, his thumb running over your wet folds before strumming your clit in steady rhythm with the rest of his touch. The ache inside you only grew as you felt him rubbing himself against your thigh, so turned on as he forced the adoring noises out of you, his name cascading from your lips at an unmistakable volume.

"Shh!" He chuckled against your chest, the vibration only heightening the overwhelming amount of sensation taking over your body, and taking any thoughts that didn't revolve around Adrian far from your mind.

"Adrian." You whimpered again as his fingers worked faster, the glistening wetness filling your underwear making every brush of your clit send electricity through your veins.

"You're so wet," He growled against your sensitive skin, "It's gonna feel so good to be inside you, you're so good to me." You let out an almost pleading moan at his praise, wanting nothing more than to feel more of him inside you, even as the sensation growing in your centre climbed towards its climax. Feeling your thighs start to twitch against his leaking erection, he could tell you were close, silencing the majority of your cries with his lips as he maintained the steady waves of pressure on your clit, playing lightly with your overstimulated nipples until he felt them arch into his hand, your core tensing as your clenched around his relentlessly plunging fingers.

As your head swam with pleasure, you knew there was no way the rest of the team didn't know exactly what was happening, but the least you could do was make Adrian just as guilty as you in disturbing the peace. Pushing his hand away from your pulsing centre you hopped down from the desk, dropping your now soaked underwear to the floor and turning your back to Adrian. Slowly you lent all the way forwards until your chest reached the cool wood of the desk, propping yourself up on your elbows and looking over your shoulder to see an awestruck Adrian staring down at you like he couldn't quite believe how lucky he got.

"Well come on then, give it to me Vigilante." You breathed out quietly, wiggling your hips against his throbbing manhood, earning a deep groan from him. Reaching back you ran his sensitive tip over your glistening folds, earning strangled moan after moan from him before finally you lined him up with your entrance and pushed yourself around him.

"Fuck!" He half cried out, echoing through the room and no doubt the whole house, but still making some attempts to keep his volume in check as he gripped your hips hard and began fucking into you. His hips slammed against your ass as he filled you completely, the sensation quickly building in you again as you began to softly moan,

"You feel you good Adrian, you fill me up so well. I can feel you so deep inside me." With every praise his groans grew louder and his hips bucked harder, his own excitement quickly reaching its peak as he fondled your fleshy hips, squeezing your cheeks as he thrust into you from behind. Desperate to get his volume up to its maximum level you looked back over your shoulder to lock eyes with his, using one hand to interlock fingers with him while the other trailed down your body to settle between your legs. Adrian watched with wide eyes as you brought his fingers to your lips, kissing them softly, then sliding them into your mouth, sucking on them without breaking eye contact. As Adrian's breath caught in his throat, genuinely concerned he might die of happiness before he had the chance to finish, he felt you moan against his hand, now rubbing your slick clit in time with his hammering hips. Bobbing your head against his fingers, running your tongue over the tips, and moaning at your own touch had Adrian shaking in seconds, fighting back his inevitable release just to be able watch this a second longer. The overwhelming look in his wide eyes had a similar effect on you as you felt yourself start to shake again, pulling his fingers from your lips to sigh softly with your release,

"I love you so much Adrian."

"UUHH, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH." His own cry did not come softly and neither did he as he slammed into the back of you, hips stuttering as he filled you with his warmth, worried his legs might collapse beneath him the second he pulled out of you. Willing to take the risk he pulled back, easily manoeuvring you onto your back so he could climb onto the desk and on top of you.

"You're the love of my life too Adrian." You cooed softly, brushing a curl now damp with sweat off his forehead.

"I'm never getting separated from you again," he replied resolutely, before pondering sincerely,

"Do you think anyone heard?" You burst into laughter, knowing whatever teasing you got would be worth it to have your Vigilante safe and close again.

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"This is your fault you know," Adebayo cursed, casting Harcourt a begrudging look as they all tried to ignore the sound of creaking wood and breathy moans from the next room. "You had to say not to take this for granted."

"Alright fine, someone write a note, we're going to a bar and they can meet us there. First rounds on me." Harcourt admitted begrudgingly, but her soft tone was not nearly as frustrated as it should be, genuinely grateful for the safety of all her friends. Even the annoyingly in love ones.

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