#Moonstone Silhouettes

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[sagemoonstone]

Contrast

The way the Shadows frame the Light

Allowing them to Shine

Brighter

Bolder

The Silhouette of the Darkness

Holding the Vibrancy of Colors

It’s hands giving Shape to the variety of Hues

Bringing definition to that which had None

Shadows and Light

Working in Collaboration

Complimenting Qualities

Making much of the Innate Beauty of Each

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In a year's time - Azriel x Reader

Warnings: Angst, jealous Azriel, fluff

Masterlist of Masterlists

"But for all he knew you could have fallen for some dashing golden warrior, or found that you preferred your shiny, new friends over him - that you’d found a quieter city full of fae that stole your heart as well as your attention away from him."

Mor narrowed her eyes at the Shadowsinger, watching as he adjusted the collar of his newly tailored suit jacket and then combined his hair back with scarred fingers. 

Azriel had always been annoyingly beautiful - even during their middling years when their voices cracked and they hadn’t yet grown into their long, slender limbs - and so he’d never needed to take special care of his appearance. His hair dried in perfect waves, his skin was smooth and clean despite the scars, and his training had carved out a silhouette as strong and capable as it was alluring. So why did he keep smoothing down his waistcoat like he was nervous?

Mor darted out a tongue, cleaning up the drop of wine that threatened to fall from her ruby red lips, “Azriel? What in the Mother’s name are you doing?” 

His eyes barely flicked over to where she lay sprawled out on his bed. She had no intention of attending this ball sober, and if the near empty bottle of wine balanced precariously against her knee was any indication, she would exceed her goal before they even stepped outside his bedroom. 

He picked up the tie - midnight blue and hand-embroidered with silver thread - and flung it around his neck.

“Getting ready for the ball.” He answered blandly.

She rolled her eyes, “Obviously,” then continued to stare at him expectantly as he finished knotting the tie, folded his pocket square, and then slid his weapons into place as a last measure, cobalt blue siphons flashing from the backs of his hands. 

It clicked all at once as he strolled for the door, forcing Mor to abandon the glass and drink straight from the bottle. 

“Oh my gods.” She said, mouth agape. Her shoes clicked along the marble floors of the River House like the beating of drums. 

Azriel groaned internally. Even tipsy and wearing seven-inch heels, Mor kept up with his long strides easily, prodding his side accusingly with her wine bottle. It magically refilled itself with every jab.

“You’re trying to impress Y/n!” 

Suddenly it was as obvious as the sun rising in the east. He’d chosen the tie you complimented him on last Starfall, despite his hatred of its fanciful nature. He was wearing the silver moonstone cufflinks you’d bought him for his birthday. He’d even combed his hair because he knew you’d notice and muss it up for him.

“Mor-” He warned, color beginning to dust his cheeks. His shadows darted around the hallway, climbing the velvet curtains and peering around the corners to watch for any potential eavesdropping. 

“I knew it! I knew it!” She said, swatting him with a frustrated hand. Her red silk dress clung to her waist and thighs before fluttering out in a halo around her knees as she chased after him, aiming to slap him across the head. 

Azriel stopped in his tracks and grabbed at her wrists, desperately hoping no one else in the house had left their rooms yet. If he was really lucky, the two mated couples would be making enough noise of their own to drown out Mor’s excitement.

“Mor, stop it. And be quiet.”

“You loooove her.” She crowed, dragging out the sound. Suddenly she straightened up, hands on her hips and frowning, “Is that why you’ve been so irritable lately? Because you miss her?” 

Azriel said nothing, gave away nothing, even though Mor had hit the nail on the head in her drunken stupor. 

It had been a great honor when Thesan offered to take you under his wing and train you personally. More than a favor to Rhysand, he’d seen your healing talent and wanted your expertise to be well represented in the Dawn Court. So a year ago you’d packed up your things and said your goodbyes.

“It’s only temporary.” You’d promised him, “I’ll be back before you know it. In a year’s time.”

But a lot could change in a year. You’d sent plenty of letters back and forth to each other, and Azriel would be loath to admit that he slept with them clutched against his chest every night so whispers of your scent would chase the nightmares away. 

But for all he knew you could have fallen for some dashing golden warrior, or found that you preferred your shiny, new friends over him - that you’d found a quieter city full of fae that stole your heart as well as your attention away from him.

He was happy for you and had been the one to encourage you to move to Dawn. But that didn’t mean he didn’t miss you terribly. You’d been missing from his side like a torn limb, and Azriel had been walking through life at a crooked angle ever since. 

“I don’t-” He sighed, he couldn’t lie and say he didn’t love you. He just couldn’t, “It’s none of your business, Mor.” He amended. 

He released her wrists breezed past her, but she sprinted ahead of him, splaying her limbs out on the staircase to block his path.

“You need to tell her you love her. Tonight.” She commanded. Her words slurred out gently, the faerie wine finally kicking in when she’d wanted it to. “I mean it, Az.” 

He shook his head, “I can’t tell her tonight.” 

“Why not?” 

“I haven’t seen her in a year! I can’t drop that kind of truth on her.” 

“Yes you can!” She fought back. There was some muddled piece of information hanging at the edges of her mind, something important she needed to tell Az. But the wine held it back. Fuck. She cursed inwardly.

“No. I. Can’t.”

“Yes. You. Can.” She was practically seething, pearly brown eyes unfocused but unrelenting. She knows something I don’t, Azriel realized in a burst of shock. 

“What is it, Mor? What did she tell you?”

She blinked, dropping her arms from the burnt umber railings. His heart quickened. Had his worst fears come true? Had you found someone else in Dawn worth staying for?

“I-” Damn it. She shouldn’t have finished the second bottle. She cradled it protectively against her chest, feeling the glass cool her hot skin, “I don’t fucking remember.” 

“What do you mean you don’t remember?”

“I mean, I’m drunk, Az. And drunk Mor doesn’t remember shit.”

His heart quickened further, a crushing sense of guilt and loss wrapping around his chest like a corset and tightening. Mor at least was saved from further useless interrogation when Rhysand and Feyre bounded out from down the hallway, tastefully disheveled and looking sinful in Night Court black. 

Rhysand cleared his throat, straightening his dinner jacket and absent-mindedly straightening Feyre’s crown for her, “Everyone ready to leave?” His eyes glazed over, calling out to the last missing members of their party. 

Cassian and Nesta spilled out of their room next, the braids of her coronet slipping out and spilling over her heaving chest. Azriel tipped his head to the ceiling and cursed silently. Mother have mercy…

Nesta pulled up on the strap of her lace dress, only to find that it had been torn to ribbons. 

Cassian was in no better shape - the collar of his white shirt was smeared with lipstick, although he didn’t have the same sense as Nesta to look annoyed at the interruption to their… activities. A toothy grin bloomed on his face, shoulder-length hair tangled like someone had been yanking it for hours.

“Can’t make it tonight, Rhys.” He said. He glanced down at Nes, “I’m not feeling well.” 

“Me neither.” Nesta said hastily, slipping back behind the door and hauling Cassian inside with her like he weighed as light as a feather. Four months after their mating ceremony and they were as insatiable as ever. 

“You’re full of shit, Cass!” Rhys called out just before the door slammed shut. A muffled Fuck you! Came from within, followed by a, Tell Y/n we’ll see her at home! From Nesta. 

They winnowed to the outskirts of Daybreak Hill, landing in a field of cushiony moss dotted with pink and violet heather that stirred in the breeze like the dusk-painted clouds above. 

Feyre sighed deeply, breathing in the scent of lavender and rosewater. She loved Velaris and no one could hold a candle to the beauty of the Night Court… except perhaps Dawn. 

It was like someone had laid a mirror flat on the earth. Periwinkle skies kissed rolling sage green hills dotted with red-roofed villages and sank into lakes of pearl and lavender until it was impossible to tell where the sky started or ended. 

The Dawn Court Palace’s twisting spires of honey marble glowed brighter than the setting sun. So brightly in fact that Mor had to help shield Azriel’s eyes with her soft hands as he carried them up through low-hanging satin clouds. Dots of scarlet and midnight black soaring through cotton skies. 

His hands turned clammy and the tightness in his chest felt like a giant’s fist squeezing his heart, but he convinced himself it was the thin air that was responsible, and not the raging longing in his heart for you. Still, he had to appreciate the beauty of the red-roofed villages below, tinkering hands hard at work inside chestnut workshops filled with glistening bronze and copper. 

They dove through the columns into the open-air hall, any dampness from the mist magicked away by Thesan’s careful hands as he stepped down from the golden dias to greet his honored guests. His rich, copper-colored skin radiated light, melting with the darkness that rippled off Rhysand and Feyre’s shoulders as they shook hands and exchanged the usual pleasantries. 

Mor stretched her silky arms above her hands, catching the eyes of a cherub-faced female reaching to grab a flute from the champagne tower. Normally, Mor would have been flattered, but with Emerie at home and a wine-drunk haze over her mind, she was feeling more anxious than anything else. What the fuck was it that she was trying to remember?

Faelights bloomed above him, tinkered in the shapes of roses that gently pulsed, fluttering petals propelling them across the room in a sway of light. 

But Azriel was barely paying attention. His eyes skimmed the crowd, searching for a silhouette he knew as intimately as the ridges of his hands. 

There. 

You stood across the room, half-hidden in the stone archway beside Thesan’s lover, Herades. You bowed your head towards him in silent conversation, nursing a glass of champagne in your hand to try and cool your nerves. Azriel would be arriving soon, if he wasn’t already here, cradling the walls in search of dark corners like he was bound to do. You’d been imagining all the ways you’d greet him - with a joke, with a meaningful embrace, with a kiss. You shook her head, pushing the last thought out of your mind and focusing on Herades’s story again. 

Your laugh was a flare of light blooming at the end of a match. Azriel stared utterly captivated. Time moved slower than syrup when you finally met his eyes and smiled with an affection more precious than gold. 

“Az!” You squeezed Herades’s arm, politely excusing yourself, and then you were off. You sprang across the room in a billow of cream fabric, like milk poured into coffee. The tips of your pleated skirts were touched with blue like you’d waded out into the night sky. The color matched the ribbon in your hair, and the siphons of a certain lovestruck Shadowsinger. 

“Y/n,” He breathed out. You flowed into his arms and he gathered you into them like a bouquet of wildflowers, breathing in your familiar scent of rosemary and peppermint. Gods I missed you. He whispered in his mind, hoping that somehow you’d hear it at the end of that glowing thread.

But the hug was short-lived. Too short-lived. 

“Mor!” You sang in that melodic voice he loved so much, grasping for her next, then Rhys, then Feyre. 

Thesan looked on humbly, sighing faintly when Herades caught up to you and immediately slid to Thesan’s side. 

“Oh I’ve missed you all so much.” You said, rocking back and forth. 

“We missed you,” Feyre said into your hair. She was the one to pull away, smoothing out ribbon and giving you a once-over look. 

Your time had been well-spent at the Dawn Court. Extra color bronzed your cheeks and tinted your lips a pale berry shade. You stood up straighter, smiled a little wider, and walked with an extra height to your step. You’d always been beautiful and graceful, but it was like you were aware of it now - like you’d grown the last few inches into your body. 

“You look lovely, Y/n.” Feyre said and Mor agreed enthusiastically, commenting on your dress and your hair and your… well everything.

“Thank you,” You said, blushing, “Thesan’s treated me very well.” 

That was an understatement. He’d set you up in his personal household, paid you handsomely (even more than Rhysand paid you if that were possible), and had had the royal seamstress sew ten dresses for you to pick from for tonight’s ball alone. It was your party after all in commemoration of the advancements you’d made in child birthing practices. You’d handled twelve pregnancies alone in the past year across Dawn and Winter, all of the children delivered safely and as plump and rosy as summer cherries. 

“And you’ve repaid it to my court ten-fold.” Thesan said and held up his drink. Even Herades smiled, tawny feathers flaring out with pride. You were responsible for the safety of his sister-in-law and the birth of his nephew - hawk wings and all. 

It was a flurry of activity following the Night Court’s fashionably late arrival. You dragged Azriel and Mor up to the dais after Rhys and Feyre. Traditionally the table was only meant for High Lords and their partners, but Thesan was a unique and progressive leader in more ways than one. 

Herades and Thesan sat in the middle with Feyre and Rhysand, leaving you, Azriel, and Mor at one end and Thesan’s sister and her husband at the other. 

Azriel was eternally grateful when Mor lunged for the center-most seat, forcing you to sit between her and Azriel. You bumped knees with him, leaning close as you whispered about the Court gossip you’d managed to overhear from the cooks or discussing the progress you’d made in the Winter Court. 

Course after course appeared in front of him and disappeared, hardly touched. He wasn’t hungry for anything other than you, focusing on the crease within your brows as you tried to remember all the news you couldn’t write to him about or the twist of your perfect, flushed lips as you displayed your displeasure and your joy. 

If he believed himself to be worthy of your affection he would have whisked you away hours ago, disappearing into whichever room in the palace was yours and pressing you against the wall, lip-locked until the need for air forced him to stop. 

“How are Kallias and Viviane doing?” Mor asked, perking up at the mention of the Winter Court.

You smiled, your cheeks flushing with color, “I’m not supposed to say, Mor, so you must promise not to tell anyone. Anyone.” Mor locked her mouth and threw away the key. Your lips brushed against the sharp curve of her ear, “She’s pregnant.” 

Mor clapped a hand over her mouth, nearly upsetting the glass of wine balanced precariously on the edge of the table. One of Azriel’s shadows darted out, pushing it safely out of the way of her swaying arms.

“Stop.” She hissed in disbelief. Her golden hair seemed to brighten with her cheeks. 

You nodded, “With twins.” 

Tears flooded her eyes, “That wench didn’t tell me.” 

“She’s been busy, if you can imagine.” 

“Still!” Mor muttered under her breath, eating her food slowly and sipping on her wine quickly. She gave up on being sober the more males approached her from the base of the dais, bowing deeply with proud, puffed up chests and asking for a dance. Word had gone around about her… preferences, and far from dissuading suitors, it seemed to have been offered up as a challenge as to who could change her mind. Thank the gods Emerie had declined the invitation to join them. She would have castrated half these males in an instant, if Mor didn’t beat her to it. 

Thesan, gratefully, put an end to it once he caught onto the pattern. One sharp look from him sent them scampering back, coattails between their legs. 

There was one final male though who ignored the previous warnings, humbly bleeding out of the crowd as remnants of rose cake disappeared from the tables and the quartet swelled to include twelve musicians plus a singer. Full, cream-colored wings hovered above the ground, tawny-tipped and lush. Even Mor had to admit, with his olive skin, amber eyes, and warm honey curls he was stunning. Like liquid gold poured out of the setting sun. 

He bowed deeply, a subtle smile on his face. Azriel went rigid, seeing you lean forward out of the corner of his eye with a blush coating your cheeks. 

Mor closed her eyes and groaned. Fuuuuuuuck. That’s what she’d forgotten about. Or rather whom she’d forgotten about. 

Naemon - the golden boy who’d begun to court you seven months back. You’d dropped his name only a handful of times in your letters to Mor. Not enough times to convince Mor you were actually taken with him, but enough times for her to remember the bastard’s name. 

“Y/n,” His voice was silky smooth and kind, “May I have the first dance with you?” He asked politely. 

Your breath caught in your throat and you risked a glance over at Azriel. He looked… bored and unaffected. He reached for his glass, looking more interested in the faerie wine than the male who’d just asked for your hand. It was stupid of you to think he would care for you  as anything more than a friend, and even more foolish of you to think he might be jealous. 

You pushed away from the table and floated down the dais, taking the strong and sturdy hand Naemon offered you. The first song was too spirited and quick to reveal any true feelings. It was a blur of silks and lean arms as you wove through the sea of dancers and were gently tossed from partner to partner. But the second song was slower, more intimate. Naemon flashed a look of gratitude to the singer, who winked in return, before scooping one arm around your waist, hand flat on the small of your back. You rested one hand on his shoulder, feeling the rolling of muscle beneath his crisp linen tunic, and held his free hand. 

Naemon was a kind and gentle male. After the death of his parents, he’d all but raised his younger sister Namia on his own, relying on the money he earned in the Peregryn legion to make ends meet. It was his care for his sister that had first drawn him to you - any misgivings he’d had melting away as you grew close to Namia from among the other healers. You’d supported her throughout her pregnancy, become her friend, and served as a balm to his anxieties whenever his duties took him away for long stretches of time. 

You looked down bashfully, apologizing for missing one of the dance steps and crushing his toe, “I’m better at the quicksteps.” You explained. 

Naemon smiled brilliantly, and you couldn’t stop the faint flutter in your chest, “I can’t blame you. The slow ones can get boring. Leaves too much time for overthinking.” 

“Exactly.” Too much time for overthinking about a certain Shadowsinger.

 You’d never given Naemon any false pretenses about your feelings, always reminding him and Namia that your position in Dawn was temporary. But still… It felt nice to be courted by someone as open as him. With Naemon you never had to guess whether he wanted you or not - you knew he did. The flowers he often left in the healer’s temple, or the offers to take you out to dinner or to dances like this one proved it. 

A curl of guilt coiled in your stomach. Maybe now was a good time to bow out and return to your seat. Surely the slow waltz would be finishing soon. The-

“You’re overthinking again.” Naemon said, his full lips brushing against the sharp curve of your ear and heating the gold cuffs you wore. “I don’t want you to worry about anything, Y/n. If you’re enjoying yourself - if you like dancing with me - keep doing it.”

“Naemon-” You began apologetically.

He shook his head, “Don’t worry about me, Y/n.” He said honestly, “I just want to dance with you tonight. Nothing more. Nothing less.”

You stared into his eyes, finding nothing but truth in them. A portion of your nerves melted away and you found that when the cello began to hum out a simple tune, you were still holding onto him and letting him move you through the next movements. 

Azriel was barely holding on by a thread. Wine glass now empty and clenched dangerously between shadow covered hands. Rhys shot him a look, and when his attempts to breach his brother’s mental shields were met with resistance, he turned to Mor. 

What’s wrong with him? His eyes flashed the question.

He’s being an ass who can’t come to terms with his emotions. Mor grumbled back, sinking into her seat with a fling of yellow-gold waves. 

Rhys’s eyes went from confused to wide open as he shot a look to you across the dance floor. Fuck.

Feyre followed her mate’s attention with a look of concern, and then traced Azriel’s steely gaze to the dance floor where you were smiling reservedly up at Naemon. You two made a handsome couple, weaving a clear path through the other dancers as they parted for his magnificent feathered wings. 

Azriel stiffened. He’d never been particularly proud of his Illyrian heritage, but his wings… his wings were one of the few true beauties he possessed. But in comparison to the golden-boy warrior that smiled at you and brushed back a loose strand of hair with his soft hands, Azriel found himself lacking… once again. 

Naemon was a gentle breeze where Azriel was blistering wind. He was a wide open door, every look he gave you filled with clear affection. Azriel was a dozen locked boxes, each one nestled within the other with all the keys rusted and thrown away. Naemon looked reserved and in control. Azriel felt completely out of it, and it took every inch of willpower to keep the mating bond from driving him mad enough to launch across the dancefloor and bruise Naemon’s high, perfect cheekbones.

But then the dance ended and Naemon parted from you long enough to reach behind his back and pluck a feather from his wing. A few shocked gasps scattered throughout the room. Even Thesan and Herades looked on with raised eyebrows, leaning close enough to touch. 

The feather was a beauty - the length of Naemon’s forearm and such a pure white it glimmered like moonlight. You froze, staring down at the treasure he offered you with bated breath. 

Peregryns were fiercely protective of their wings and rightfully so. To be allowed near them alone was a great honor. To touch them was an intimate act reserved for family members and lovers. To be offered a feather?! In some circles it was akin to being gifted a thousand roses. In other circles it was tantamount to a marriage proposal.

Both offers were completely overwhelming to you.

“Naemon-” You began carefully, backing away, “I-I can’t.” 

He smiled softly, eyes flashing briefly up to the dias where the Shadowsinger had gotten up to his feet, something like desperation and longing buried deep beneath the layers of his hazel eyes. 

“Don’t worry about me, Y/n.” Naemon said resignedly, “But please, take this,” He begged, spreading open your fingers before curling them again around the feather, “For everything you’ve done for my family.” 

And because I love you, even if you don’t love me back - were the words he didn’t say aloud.

“Naemon-” A shadow fell over your feet, curling around your ankles and skirts and tugging you away like a child seeking attention.

Naemon, for all his relative youth and gentle disposition, didn’t seem surprised or affected by the Shadowsinger’s presence. Azriel hovered close behind you, eyes blown open and desperate. 

Please don’t. He silently begged. Please don’t say yes to him.

He almost melted with relief when Naemon only dipped his head in acknowledgement and kissed the palm of your hands. Even that innocent touch made Azriel’s stomach turn. 

You turned when Naemon finally disappeared into the crowd. “Azriel, I-”

You had half a mind to hide the feather behind your back, but you couldn’t do such a cruel thing to Naemon. And it wasn’t like Azriel hadn’t watched the whole thing unfold in front of him. You clasped the feather in your hands, careful not to ruffle the delicate barbs.

Azriel was no longer bored and unaffected. In fact he seemed unnaturally flustered and nervous. 

He swallowed thickly, mindful of the curious stares you were attracting. Not only had you just been proposed to, but now you were being approached by a male from your past after an ambiguous response - you’d accepted the feather, but Naemon had left alone. The court gossips would have a field day, if they weren’t already.

“Y/n,” He said, his voice thin and quiet. A mere whisper among the riff raff that was steadily building up again in a crescendo, “Can we please talk?” His wings fluttered nervously, and he shot a dangerous look at a male who came too close to you, “In private? Please?”

Your heart fluttered in your chest. You’d barely recovered from Naemon’s dramatic display and you were scared about what Azriel might offer next. 

Still you mumbled, “Oh-um… yes.” 

The words were barely out of your mouth before Azriel’s hand was on your wrist, delicately leading you through the crowd towards the archway and into the hallway beyond. Fae mingled about in their finery, happy to escape the music and the sweep of dancers. 

Azriel scowled. This was hardly any more private. 

“My quarters are further down this hall,” You offered, pointing down a sky bridge that connected the public wings of the palace to the private ones. Azriel exhaled in relief, nodding and following you as you cut through unfamiliar halls draped in rich reds, golds, and turquoises. 

You stopped at a door of solid oak, hand painted to look like it had been lifted from the pages of a storybook. Resplendent gold filigree traced the footsteps of maidens running along hills dense with colorful flora. Water trickled down from the mountain tops, so realistic that Azriel was amazed to find the handwoven carpets in your room were dry. 

You peered down the hall before closing the door with a gentle whisper. Only the songbirds nesting in the high crevices bore witness to your activities. 

You hesitated and then tucked the feather into one of the empty jewelry boxes on the vanity. Out of sight, but not out of mind. 

Azriel stood motionless by the door, watching as you closed the box and slid it back against the mirror.

“Did you say yes?” He whispered, hating the way his voice caught in his throat, “Do you love him?”

You turned around quickly, the length of ribbon in your hair rippling through the air to land on your collarbone. Azriel was upon you in an instant close enough for you to feel his shallow breathing, but all he did was trace the blue ribbon with his fingers and then push it back over your shoulder.

“I don’t-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You stuttered and your face burned with feeling. Azriel had asked you for privacy so he could ask you about Naemon? 

Azriel clenched his fists once. Twice. “The male you were dancing with. The feather-”

You blushed deeply, turning your face away to hide your embarrassment. You had hoped he didn’t know about that Peregryn custom.

He gently gripped your chin with his thumb and forefinger, pulling your gaze back to him. You blinked in surprise. For once Azriel looked… scared.

“Did you say yes to him? Please. Tell me.” 

If you had said yes he might just shrivel up into nothing on the spot. Why had he waited so long to tell you his feelings? Why had he waited so long to tell you about the bond? But if he did it now it would just be terrible timing all around. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You shook your head and Azriel’s wings dropped in relief, eyes closing as he murmured a quiet thanks to the Mother beneath his breath.

“He-it wasn’t even a real proposal. He gave it to me as thanks for helping his sister. That’s all.” 

He gave you a pointed look like he knew you were lying. There was no questioning Naemon’s feelings for you. No questioning at all.

“You never answered my second question.” 

You crumpled under his gaze. Gods, he looked beautiful tonight. Torturously so. It wasn’t fair. Naemon had loved you openly, never given you cause to doubt his intentions nor made you feel guilty for not returning his feelings. And yet here you were, still pining after the male who’d never seen you as more than a friend. A male whose intentions were never clear. A male who always made you question how well you knew him, and whether those small touches and reserved smiles and affectionate letters were just a polite kindness or something more. 

“No.” It felt wrong of you to admit it so callously, even if it was the truth, “No I don’t love him.”

Azriel looked ready to kiss the ground and something about that set a fire within you. Leave it to Azriel to ignore any romantic advances from you, to chase after other females left and right for literal centuries, and then get upset the moment another male found you appealing. 

You huffed, pushing him away harshly and crossing your arms over your chest, “It’s none of your business anyhow. I’m allowed to have my lovers and my almost lovers. And if you truly thought Naemon was proposing to me, I don’t know why you’d want to fucking interrupt it!”

Azriel flinched at the coldness in your voice, “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Then how did you mean it, Az?” You exclaimed, clearly irritated now, “Gods, you never just say what you mean.”

Azriel tried again, grasping at straws. “I would never judge you for your choices, even if you said yes to him or-I just-fuck.” 

On any other day you’d be laughing. Azriel was a male of few words, but the words he did say were always perfect and calculated. Nothing about this was calculated or thought out.

“I… you’re my best friend, Y/n. And I haven’t seen you in over a year. I just…” He cringed. Hard. Cauldron boil him. He was doing this terribly, “I was scared.” He finally admitted, and rather pathetically.

“Scared?” You dropped your arms. That wasn’t the answer you’d been expecting, “Scared of what? You’re hardly ever afraid of anything.”

He shrank away, hands clasped tightly behind his back, “That you’d leave me-us. That you’d find a reason to stay here instead of returning to Velaris. And when I saw you dancing with him tonight - the way he was looking at you and the way you were looking at him - I thought… I thought Naemon would be that reason.” 

Now you were confused and even more irate than before.

You stalked up to him, jabbing his chest with an accusatory finger, “You were the one who encouraged me to do this. You were the one constantly writing to me about the importance of making friends and “putting myself out there.” You were the one who practically shoved me out the door when I left-”

“Because I thought you wanted this!” 

“I did! I-I do!” 

“Then what was I supposed to do, Y/n?!” He cried out. His shadows, which had been held back so tightly on a leash throughout the night, exploded outward, coating the bright colors of your bedspread and the rugs and the curtains in inky black. They swirled there, as agitated and timid as their master. 

“What was I supposed to do?” He whispered again. He sounded tired. Defeated. “I couldn’t… I couldn’t hold you back from what you wanted. From the happiness and opportunities you deserve.”

“You could’ve at least said something! You could’ve at least told me that you were upset with me leaving. That you were going to miss me and that you-you-” 

That you love me and that you wanted me to stay. You shoved the thought out of your mind, slamming the door and turning the lock. Useless, lovestruck pipedreams would do you no good now. 

“Instead you just pushed me out the door and it’s been nothing but empty letters from you since.” 

“They weren’t empty.” Azriel said weakly. He’d never been a man of words or poetry, but in that moment he desperately wished he was. “And I did miss you. Y/n, I missed you so much some days it felt like I couldn’t breathe.” 

You deflated, your anger slowly ebbing away like the ocean during low tide. Sometimes you forgot that beneath all those hard-won layers of shadow and muscle, Azriel was still that little boy that had been abandoned in a cellar and taught to believe he was worthless. A waste of time and a waste of space. Nothing more than an inconvenient bastard. 

“Why didn’t you tell me? I thought you were all doing fine. That I’d come back and it would be like nothing had ever changed. I would’ve-I would’ve made time to visit. Or-or come back sooner.”

Azriel chuckled without humour. He had not been “doing fine” without you. He hadn’t been “doing fine” since the moment you’d stepped across the doorway and winnowed out of Velaris.

“You make it sound like I was going away forever.” You added softly.

“It felt like it.” Azriel admitted quietly, “I always worried there was a chance you’d decide you liked things better in Dawn. That you liked the people better. So when I saw you with Naemon I just…” His voice trailed off and he slowly backed up to your bed, sinking down into the pillowy comforter. Even the beds seemed softer and kinder here. Softer and kinder than him.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. 

He felt the bed dip beside him, your knee pressing against his in a burst of warmth. The blue tipped pleats of your dress slowly waved with his shadows as they once again curled around your feet, inching up your dress and closer and closer to your hands. Now that he was looking down he noticed the shoes you were wearing - cobalt blue with matching velvet ribbons tied up your calf. Same as your dress. Same as the ribbon in your hair.

“I wanted to believe you wore those colors for me tonight.” He said quietly, aching for your touch. Your hands were so close to his he could almost imagine that-

You covered his hands with your own, smoothing the rough skin with gentle caresses, “I did.”

It had seemed like such a stupidly hopeful choice at the time - some not-so-subtle declaration of love for all the months you’d spent apart - but when the seamstress had laid out all the dresses, you’d taken one look at the cobalt blue accents and the shoes and snatched them up in a heartbeat. 

Azriel’s eyes were wider, more open, than the moon, shimmering with disbelief and hope, “You did?” He whispered.

“I did. They reminded me of you.” You stopped looking him in the eyes. It felt like too much. Too much emotion. Too much feeling. “I missed you too, you know.” 

Azriel stayed quiet for a long while, sorting out the myriad of feelings roiling in his chest and trying to latch onto a single coherent thought. Finally he murmured, “I guess we could both work on saying things outright.” 

You laughed softly, shaking your head and wiping at the corners of your eyes, “Yes. I guess we could.” 

“We could start now.” Azriel offered hesitantly. His heart hammered away in his chest like a blacksmith at his anvil until he was sure his sternum would crack. 

You raised your eyebrows. Curious.

“The next five minutes. We say everything honestly. No holding back.” 

“I don’t know, Az. I-”

“Please.” He begged, holding onto your hands a little tighter. His shadows had traveled all the way up to your waist now, ghosting over flesh that he didn’t dare touch. He didn’t want to lose you. He’d thought he could handle being apart from you physically - that it would be no different from the decades he’d spent quietly loving you from right by your side - but he’d been horribly wrong. And he didn’t want to risk another, better male than Naemon coming to whisk you away before he had the chance to do things properly. To do things honestly.

His hands were shaking now, gripping your hands like you were the anchor to his ship trapped in raging waters, “I’ll start.” 

“Ok.” You whispered, leaning a little closer.

Azriel swallowed and tried to stop the trembling in his hands and in his voice. In this he managed quite well, falling into a rigid, flat silence.

“I love you. I’ve loved you for years now, actually.” He dared to look at you. Your lips were parted in shock and he wished he could taste them, “Is that…is that ok?” 

“Is that ok?” You repeated dumbly. “Is that ok?” You repeated a little louder, “Are you serious, Azriel?”

“Y-Yes?” He was trembling again, face open and terrified. He was offering you up his heart on a platter and praying to the Mother you wouldn’t crush it beneath those velvet blue shoes. Even if you did, he would find some solace in knowing you were the one to destroy him. He loved you so dearly that it was only within your right to do so. 

Your lips broke in a stuttered smile, opening and closing like you didn’t quite know what to do. “I never thought I’d hear you say that. I’d hoped you might feel that way but I… I was never sure. I…” You cradled his face in your hands, tracing the curve of his jaw and his cheekbones with your fingertips, “I love you too, Azriel. I love you so much.” Your voice cracked, silver gathering in your eyes no matter how fiercely you tried to blink them away, “Gods, Az, you don’t even know.” 

He gripped you close enough enough to bruise, arms locked around your waist and hands laid flat on your back. It was a sweet pain that grew even sweeter when you kissed him, searching for breath like you’d find it in his lungs. Azriel was just as desperate, ravenous even as he tugged at your clothes and flipped you flat on the bed. He wanted your lips again. You tasted like strawberries and cream, and he was starving. 

He climbed on top, slotting himself between your legs as you yanked him close.

“Your hair,” You muttered, “It’s too neat.” The next minute was all teeth from Azriel as you mussed up his hair and he grinned wildly against your lips.

“Five-” He groaned, sinking further into you when you wrapped your legs around his waist, “Five minutes aren’t-” He propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at your flushed face as you gasped for breath and finally untangled your hands from his hair, “Five minutes aren’t up yet.” 

“You’ve been keeping track?” You dropped your head back on the bed with a disgruntled hmph. Had he been counting the whole time he’d been kissing you?

He kissed your chest, then the sensitive skin of your neck. But there wasn’t any expectation in the brush of his lips, just quiet, honest love. 

You raised your head, finding that Azriel once again looked scared. “There’s something else I need to tell you.” He said seriously. “Before… before anything else.” 

You drew yourself onto your elbows, craning your neck for one more kiss, “You can tell me, Az. You can tell me anything.” 

The bond sang in his chest like a songbird in a cage. It wanted to be released. To be acknowledged in words if it couldn’t be acknowledged through feeling at this moment. Because Azriel knew you didn’t feel it yet. You didn’t feel the burning he felt in his chest that made it hard to breathe when you weren’t around. 

What if she doesn’t want this? What if she doesn’t want me? Azriel swallowed thickly, tears springing into his eyes. He wanted so desperately to be worthy of you - to be the kind and gentle lover and mate that you deserved. He’d been born crooked even before he’d been tossed into that cellar, before his half-brothers had set his hands on fire. But… but he was yours completely. He’d offer whatever meager, broken shards of himself that he could in hopes it might be enough. 

“Az,” You whispered his name lovingly and slid a wayward curl behind his ear so gently he thought he might break apart into a million pieces, “Tell me. Please. Tell me.” 

“You’re my mate.” He confessed. 

The words hung in the air, unaccepted, unrejected, and you went preternaturally still. 

He had no feathers to pluck out and present to you. But he had his shadows. You tipped your head curiously to the side when Azriel knelt on the ground, holding your hand in his. 

“I don’t have any pure white feathers. I don’t even have a ring on me right now-”

“Az, you don’t need to-” You stilled when a shadow flickered down Azriel’s wrist onto yours. It was a small, delicate thing. Willful too. You could tell by the way it traveled confidently down your ring finger, curling there tastefully like a castle spire reaching towards the sky.

It hovered over your skin like mist hanging over wetlands. A proposal in and of itself.

“Yes.” You said before Azriel could open his mouth again. He hesitated, afraid to believe he’d heard you correctly, “Yes.” 

“You don’t even know what I was going to say,” He teased weakly. 

But this time you knew exactly what he meant, even if he didn’t say it out loud. 

The bond burst to life in your chest as the shadow sank into your skin, settling there like a tattoo. Like a promise. 

Azriel stumbled, actually stumbled, clenching at his chest at the wildness growing within him. He chased after you, hurtling down the bond and finding you wide open on the other side. You were anxious and surprised and so so so happy. So happy you felt like you might just die from it, and Azriel felt it all. 

Hello, Y/n. He called out.

Hello, Azriel. You responded. My mate. 

Azriel groaned, slamming his lips and his body against yours. You held steady as you always did, letting him press against you as if you could keep him there forever.

I am yours and you are mine. You gripped his hair again, feeling the silky strands caress your skin. With one smooth motion he pulled out the ribbon and started to undo the buttons of your dress.

Promise?

You grinned. Promise.

___________

Author's note:

Nothing like a declaration of love after a year spent apart to make my heart swoon.

But honestly I would have fallen in love with Naemon... sorry Az...

[tarotwithavi]

How to dress according to your venus sign

Can also be applied for Rising and mid heaven.

For entertainment purposes only!

Aries venus

Bold. you should embrace bold and adventurous styles that reflect your fiery and passionate nature. Opt for vibrant, eye-catching colors like red, orange, and hot pink to showcase your enthusiasm and energy. Choose clothing that highlights your individuality, such as unique statement pieces and daring accessories. Aries Venus individuals often enjoy a sporty, active lifestyle, so incorporate athleisure elements into your wardrobe, like sneakers or activewear-inspired outfits. Show off your confident and independent spirit with edgy cuts and styles, like asymmetrical hemlines or bold patterns. Don't be afraid to experiment with fashion and be the trendsetter in your group.

Taurus venus

Taurus venus is for luxurious, earthy, and sensuous attire. Begin with soft, tactile fabrics like silk, velvet, or cashmere in earthy tones such as deep greens, browns, and soft pinks. Your style should prioritize comfort and quality, so invest in well-fitted, timeless pieces like tailored blazers, flowy maxi dresses, or high-waisted trousers. Accessories should be elegant and understated, favoring natural gemstones like emeralds and rose quartz. Shoes should be both stylish and comfortable, such as leather ankle boots or suede loafers. Hair and makeup should be natural and effortless, with loose waves or soft curls and a nude or earth-toned palette. Show off that neck gurlll.

Gemini Venus

you should embrace versatility and a playful sense of style. Gemini is ruled by Mercury, making communication and adaptability key. Opt for outfits that allow you to mix and match, like a wardrobe full of separates, bright colors, and patterns. Experiment with various accessories to express your ever-changing tastes. Consider wearing clothing that incorporates elements of duality or contrast, such as asymmetrical designs or reversible pieces. Gemini is an air sign, so lightweight, breathable fabrics like cotton and silk can be your best friend. Don't forget to change up your style regularly to keep things interesting, as Venus in Gemini individuals thrive on variety and novelty in fashion.

Cancer Venus

You should embrace a style that reflects your emotional and nurturing nature. For example, soft, flowing fabrics in gentle, watery colors like seafoam green, silver, and pastel blues that soothe your sensitive spirit. Incorporate vintage or nostalgic elements into your wardrobe. Embrace feminine, figure-flattering silhouettes that accentuate your curves and emphasize your nurturing qualities. Jewelry with moonstone, pearls, and other iridescent gems complements your lunar sensibilities. Wearcozy, comfortable clothing that exudes warmth and comfort, like oversized sweaters and cardigans. Incorporate subtle touches of sea-inspired accessories, such as seashell-shaped pendants or bracelets.

Leo venus

Channel your inner confidence and glamor. Choose bold and attention-grabbing colors like fiery reds, golds, and vibrant purples. Like luxurious fabrics that exude regality, such as silk or velvet. Incorporate statement pieces like a dramatic, floor-length gown or a tailored suit with a dramatic flair. Don't shy away from sequins, metallics, or animal prints. Accessorize with bold and extravagant jewelry, such as statement necklaces or oversized earrings, and make sure your hair is styled to perfection, whether it's flowing locks or a bold updo. Animal prints and gold jewellery were made for leo venus.

Virgo Venus

Go for clean, practical, and detail-oriented fashion choices. Embrace earthy tones such as muted greens, browns, and neutrals, which resonate with Virgo's grounded nature. Pay attention to the smallest details in your outfit, like perfectly tailored clothing and well-coordinated accessories. Choose modest, well-fitted pieces that emphasize your natural beauty and avoid anything overly flashy or extravagant. Your style should exude professionalism and functionality, so consider incorporating classic pieces like tailored blazers, pencil skirts, and crisp white shirts. Also go for comfortable yet stylish footwear, and keep your hair and makeup understated, emphasizing a natural and polished look. Adding a hint of vintage charm or retro-inspired pieces can also align with Venus in Virgo's appreciation for the past.

Libra Venus

You should embrace elegance and harmony in your attire. Choose clothing that embodies balance and refined taste, such as well-tailored suits or dresses in soft, pastel colors or shades of pink, which resonate with Venus's love for beauty. Opt for outfits with clean lines and symmetrical patterns, as they appeal to Libra's sense of equilibrium. Accessories like tasteful jewelry, scarves, and belts can enhance your look, adding a touch of sophistication. Keep your hair and makeup balanced and graceful, avoiding overly bold or dramatic styles. Ultimately, aim for an ensemble that exudes charm, grace, and a sense of unity to align with the traits associated with Venus in Libra.

Scorpio Venus

Go for dark, intense colors like deep burgundy, black, or dark purple to exude passion and depth. Choose clothing that highlights your curves and adds an element of intrigue, such as form-fitting dresses, lacy lingerie, or leather accents. Incorporate accessories like statement jewelry with mystical or occult symbolism, and don't shy away from bold makeup with smoky eyes and deep, rich lip colors. Embrace fabrics like silk and velvet for their sensuality, and let your clothing choices reveal just enough skin to leave an air of mystery.

Sagittarius Venus

You should go for bold and vibrant colors that reflect your love for exploration and spontaneity. Choose comfortable, travel-friendly outfits that allow you to move freely. Consider loose-fitting bohemian dresses, wide-legged pants, and flowy tops for a laid-back yet stylish look. Accessorize with statement pieces like oversized sunglasses, feathered jewelry, or colorful scarves to showcase your eclectic taste. Footwear should be practical yet fashionable, such as comfy sandals or unique, eye-catching boots..

Capricorn Venus

You should opt for a classic and sophisticated style that exudes professionalism and ambition. Choose well-tailored, timeless pieces such as tailored blazers, pencil skirts, and crisp white shirts. Earthy and muted colors like black, navy, gray, and olive green are ideal, as they convey a sense of seriousness and authority. Invest in high-quality, durable materials like wool and leather. Accessories should be understated but elegant, such as a simple pearl necklace or a quality leather handbag. Practicality and functionality are key, so go for comfortable yet stylish shoes like classic pumps or ankle boots.

Aquarius Venus

Embody a unique and futuristic style that reflects your individuality and love for unconventional beauty. Go for clothing that incorporates metallic accents, electric blues, and vibrant purples, as these colors resonate with Aquarius energy. Experiment with asymmetrical and avant-garde designs, such as one-shoulder tops or geometric patterns. Statement accessories like chunky silver jewelry, oversized sunglasses, and tech-inspired pieces can add a touch of eccentricity to your look.

Pisces Venus

Embrace a dreamy and romantic style. Opt for flowing, ethereal fabrics like chiffon or silk in soft, oceanic colors like seafoam green, lavender, or aqua. Incorporate loose-fitting and comfortable clothing that allows you to move gracefully. Accessorize with subtle, mystical jewelry such as seashell necklaces, pearl earrings, or pieces featuring fish motifs, as Pisces is associated with the fish symbol. Don't shy away from pastel hues, and consider outfits with a touch of shimmer or iridescence to capture the Pisces love for fantasy and illusion. Flowing maxi dresses, bohemian-inspired attire, or anything reminiscent of a mermaid's allure will resonate.

Let me know your thoughts

[nerdasaurus1200]

Why Cassandra's Moonstone Armor Sucks

*cracks knuckles and dusts off keyboard*

It's time to finally rip this armor to shreds...figuratively because it's indestructible XD

And big shoutout to @whosbex @archivedwoods @th3p0rtalmaker @the-reverse-mermaid @aziraphalesbookkeeper and @majorabbey who all wanted to see this. I thank you all so much for your patience 🥰

Don't get me wrong there are some elements of this that absolutely work. The blue and black is a wonderful color scheme, especially that blue swirl that goes down and around Cass's body. And the spikes on the shoulders, forearms, and calves looks super cool and gives off a more black rock feel and a very intimidating silhouette. But...that's about all it does right.

1- It doesn't fit Cassandra's sense of style at all

In all the outfits we can see Cass wear throughout the show, we can very easily get a sense of exactly what her style is. It’s very clear that she dresses conservatively. And especially in armor she values practicality above all else. Her clothing has to serve its respective purpose. And up until season 3 the only revealing thing she wears is her island outfit and even then that’s pretty modest. And the moonstone armor comes along and completely disregards her established sense of style.

2- It undermines the moonstone's capabilities

We get it very explicitly confirmed that the Moonstone made the Dark Kingdom, and made Cass's tower as well. We see the amount of detail it puts into buildings. Even the rocks, the most simple thing it can make, are magically complex enough to know to seek out the Sundrop. And you're telling me that this thing can't make better armor than that?? Nuh uh, no way. I don't buy it. There’s absolutely no reason for the moonstone to provide a skin tight catsuit with a few spikes when we know its power can be much more sturdy and intimidating.

3- It's Chris Sonneburg's fantasies showing through

Those of you who have been in this fandom know the crush that Chris, the director, has on Cass. She's supposedly based on his college crush or something, and from day one he always wanted Cass to be the villain and plan to betray Rapunzel even as far back as the very beginning of the show. And of course, don't you want to see your crush in something hot? Therefore, I'm certain that the retaining of the catsuit was his idea. Because if you look at the moonstone concept art you can see more and more the visual leaning into a catsuit rather than actual armor

4- It's not at all practical or historically accurate

For reference, THIS is what armor has typically looked like throughout history

And even in works of fantasy you still have some version or variant of armor like this. Throughout the middle ages you can see just how tanky armor used to be. But as you can see, the moonstone armor looks nothing like that. It doesn't at all look like it could realistically defend a person.

Granted Cass's guard uniform is also kinda form fitting like the moonstone armor, but there’s still protective elements of it. The helmet, the breastplate. You could still believe that that is practical armor. Despite it being indestructible, the moonstone….is not at all practical armor. It doesn't look like it belongs in history or even fantasy. It is so obviously modern it’s almost painful.

5- It makes her disappear.

This is actually something that @moltenhair pointed out a while back that I never realized. There's too much black in there. A lot of the time we see Moonssandra at night and because there's so much black on her armor it makes her fade into the background to the point where she looks like a floating head and hand because the blue is all that really catches your eye about the design. Granted one can make the argument that this could have been done on purpose because taking and using the moonstone isn't actually giving Cass the spotlight she thinks it is but...eh...it's a loose argument.

[cilant-lis]

the most overdressed woman in all of eora

(please click for better quality!! + design notes under cut)

Variel's clothing is very Vailian-inspired as she has spent most of her life on Vailian ships. She's also a big fan of puffy sleeves and the general opulance of Vailian clothes.

Doesn't ever bother to blend in, since no matter what she does her godlike features are going to make her stand out. Variel decided she might as well embrace it and dress unusually.

In the 1st outfit, the long skirt is also replaced by more tight fitting trousers (more practical), but i prefer the silhouette with the skirt. She's also wearing almost a full armour suit under all the fabric.

The only gems she wears are moonstones and opals and the only jewellery colour is silver.

Favoured weapons are swords and maces, with buckler shields for defense. Generally relies more on mobility and dexterity in combat, but is still able to take a few hits.

The marks below her eyes, on her arms and thighs (which i forgor to draw lmao) and back resemble pearls in appearance and touch. Her eyes are also pearlescent, often shifting hue depending on the light.

The moon on her forehead is not attached to her head, floating an inch or two away from her skin. She can put a finger between it and her forehead, but it's still a part of her body and can feel pain.

Scars - large one on her back and a smaller one on her forehead from a shipwreck before coming to Dyrwood, after fighting the Adra dragon: lightning damage up her shield arm, a deep cut on her jaw and chin after the end of poe1

[silkmoon777]

Dove | Simon "Ghost" Riley

A/N: Hello lovely people, I have a backlog of short stories written for things like Avatar: The Way of Water, MWII, Stranger Things, The Arcana, Outer Banks, and many more that I have never posted and keep to myself. I'm talking hundreds of pages worth of fluff, angst and eventual smut - you've got to get through some plot first, though. HOWEVER, if anyone likes my writing and wants to task me with stuff to write, like straight smut, I'm all ears. Anyway, if anyone is interested in reading stuff I could potentially post, here is a snippet for a little Call of Duty fic.

Synopsis: You're to play the materialistic wife of a rich, well-connected husband during an undercover mission. You're to-be husband is a temporary recruit of the 141, who is to supervise your every move. While getting ready, you have a surprising interaction with your Lieutenant, Ghost, who you swear has made it his mission to treat you like a stranger day after day. Until now.

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader

Contains: pretty much nothing of importance, just Ghost being as unreadable as ever, causing reader to have their mind blown by the smallest of crumbs

• • • • •

I look in the mirror at the woman who is supposed to be Lyanna Winstead. She’s the partner of Dario Winstead, son of a wealthy businessman. Everything about Lyanna is a carbon copy of myself. Her smile, her hair, her figure, her voice. Only, she presents herself in a way I haven’t in a long time.

Gone is the tactical gear and camouflage colours. Instead, she wears the most beautiful dress I’ve ever seen. The outline of the dress is simple yet captivating to suits the old Hollywood theme. Silver cascades down her body, creating the illusion of a mercury waterfall. The sweetheart neckline and thin straps compliment her full breasts and soft arms. Adorning the bodice are glistening silver designs that remind me of old, swirling boarders on French mirrors. The designs fall away, melting into plain silver threads that fall to the floor and pool at her feet. The dress hugs her body like a second skin, only melting away at her knees. The silhouette fit her hourglass figure well.

The silver jewellery she wears is modest so as not to take away from the dress’s magnificence. On her neck is a dainty Vivienne Westwood necklace, the inner planet of the pendant a pearl. Matching dangling earrings hang from her lower lobe piercing. The rest of her ear piercings are small diamond studs and silver hoops. One wrist displays a thin diamond tennis bracelet and a Van Cleef one with emerald clovers. On the other is the only ode to myself: the evil eye bracelet I never take off. The thin silver chain and bejewelled eye thankfully blend into the rest of the accessories. Small rings cover her fingers, few in number and easily ignorable. The bands are thin and any jewels are small and clear. However, one stands out; a breathtaking sight on her left index finger.

Glittery diamonds cover the band, giving way to a large, circular moonstone. Rainbow shimmer comes to life in the milky stone when the light hits it just right. Separating the band and the centrepiece are two small flowers with diamond centres. Two separate rings sit beneath and below the main one, shaped in V’s to follow the curve. At each point are flowers similar the the others, with curved leaves flowing from the petals. All three are gold, contrasting against the silver to make a statement.

I’m not just looking back at Dario’s partner. I’m looking at his wife.

I’m Will’s wife. 

Fake wife, really. I nearly shake my head in wonder. I still look like myself, but everything about this makes me feel like I’m wearing a second skin. Lyanna’s skin. Every so often I stare at the ring in amazement. If anyone ever proposes to me, I would hope for nothing less than the magnificent that is this ring. All that adorns my body is courtesy of Will. Unbeknownst to me before this mission, he’s filthy rich, and a filthy rich man needs a filthy rich wife. All the designer jewellery, the dress, the shoes, and the engagement ring are authentic and top dollar.

After the last touch-ups of make-up, fragrances, and hair, I’m making my way to the courtyard. I’m to have one last briefing and run over of the plan before getting in Will’s blacked-out Corvette. I have to give it to him: he really knows how to pull off a lavish life with style.

Already am I wishing to rip off the damn stilettos on my feet. While I could live in the dress and jewellery, this is the one day a year I’m willing to wear heels.

The air is cool, the last golden light of day painting the courtyard and walls of Alejandro’s HQ in a luminescent glow. A low rumble fills the air from my 'husband’s car. Will leans against it, speaking with the 141. Ghost lingers back by the front door, arms folded and back leaning against a pillar. Weaving between his fingers with precision is a small dagger. His head turns at the sound of approaching heels.

“Was starting to think you were a no show,” he says gruffly.

I stop beside him to adjust my dress. It doesn’t really need adjust, but suddenly being subjected to his gaze makes me anxious. “Told you it would take a while. Gotta look the part.”

The way his eyes travel over my body almost makes me shrink away. Every curve is on full display. The tight bodice holds up my already full breasts, and somehow my waist-to-hip ratio is even more accentuated. Wearing my uniform doesn’t exactly hide my figure thanks to the tight shirts and cargo pants that aren’t exactly loose from my mid-thigh up. However, a lot of me is lost beneath the vests and belts.

“Stop...inspecting me, or whatever you're doing,” I mumble. “Makes me think I need to fix something.”

I begin taking the skirts in my hand as I survey my descent. It’s not too much, but the steps are steep enough to be an issue. The heels on my feet are no help.

Ghost shakes his head. “Don’t. You look…”

“Important?”

“Pretty.”

I stop in my tracks to look back at him, unsure if I heard him correctly. He doesn’t look away or seem embarrassed to have said so. Then again, when does he ever. No-nonsense and prideful in his emotionless character, Ghost is not one to regret his words. Everything he says is a calculated move. Compliments are certainly something to be calculated in a sense, but I don't think of it to be a compliment, even when a small part of me screams for more. I'm playing my part well; there'd be a problem if I wasn't looking pretty. A slow smile quirks at my lips, teasing in nature as I raise my brows. The teasing turns to surprise, however, when he offers me his arm.

“How chivalrous,” I quip as I lightly take his offered arm. Even the slightest contact sends thrills beneath my skin. “Careful, Lieutenant. I might start to think you actually like me.”

Ghost’s eyes train on the ground. At first, I wonder if he doesn’t want to meet my eyes, only then to realise he’s watching my footing. I barely catch a glimpse of his squint.

“I like you in one piece,” he corrects. “This job will be over the second you sprain your ankle on a flight of stairs.”

I hum. “Ahh, there it is.”

He looks up at me then. “There’s what?”

“Thinking about the job, as always.”

As always, I keep my tone light and teasing, but there's an accusing hint. A subtle jab I let slip that I pray goes unnoticed.

There's no room for emotions in this job, and though I've compromised that with the rest of the 141, Ghost is a difficult case. An impossible riddle, a mind-numbing equation with no real answer. Nothing about him should be likeable. He's painfully honest and dismissive when he bothers to speak, he's angry half the time, his attention is never lingering and his mind is an impenetrable fortress. It would make more sense to give in to Alejandro's shameless flirting or Gaz's sleazy grins. Only, it's Ghost that keeps me up at night. It's Ghost, who sends a pang through my chest when he reminds me any care is from pure investment in performance. I'm useful, nothing more.

I can count on one hand the number of times he's thrown me small morsels of care as if I were a stray dog whining and begging for food. Even then, I wouldn't have made it past three fingers. A greedy piece of me spins those memories into something that serves my desire. See, he's returning your interest, that hopeful voice purrs in my ear while feeding me botched versions of what really happened. I know better than to give in to the delusions. The ending of those memories is what sobers me, and it's no different now. I need you in shape for tomorrow. Keep your head in the game. I'm just making sure this isn't interrupting the job. He's always quick to redirect any concern from me to the job.

Maybe, just maybe...what if he was trying to save face? Does he not want to care?

Ghost remains silent for a moment. In consideration or because he doesn’t care to answer, I can’t tell. But when he does answer, his voice has my full attention. It’s low and rough, each syllable laced with something intoxicating. Something I've never heard before and never thought I would hear. Something I want to hear again and again.

“You have no idea what I think about, dove.”

Dove.

The response catches me so off guard I almost forget to take another step. We’ve reached the bottom of the steps, now. The second both my feet are on the flat expanse of the concrete driveway, he breaks away from our linked arms. There is no follow-up, no hint of a miscommunication, not even a look in my direction before he's gone from my side. All I can do is hesitantly trail behind him, lost in my thoughts.

Ghost has never given me a nickname before. Hell, he barely refers to me as anything other than my callsign. When I do hear my real name, it's never for good reasons.

The nickname that pours from his lips comes in a deep voice curled into a sensual tone, sounding like silk-covered marble, low and intended for my ears only. It's strangely intimate—something a lover would purr with lustful eyes and a seeking touch. Somehow it seems to invoke a phantom touch that glides across my skin. Gooseflesh puckers in its chilling wake. In the span of only a few seconds, I seem to experience every emotion humanly possible. Shock, surprise, a sickening, perverse enjoyment...and irritation that I must now join the rest of the team as if a mind-numbing heat was not boiling in the pits of my stomach

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I'll get the formatting of posting these to be prettier btw I promise 🙏🙏 But anyway just interact with this or tell me directly if you want more.

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𝗧𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲

𝟯𝗿𝗱 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗣𝗢𝗩 ‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹

The sounds of twigs snapping and rapidly running footsteps flooded the whole forest as the pack ran through the forest with Moon, Willa, Wyatt, and Wynter leading the way.

Moon was laughing since she was challenging her mate to a race and she could see her silhouette moving through the trees on the right side of her only slightly behind because even though Moon was fast Willa was always able to keep up with her.

After some running Moon stopped in her footsteps when she saw her old home Willa, Wyatt, and Wynter finally caught up with her along with the rest of the pack and looked at her reaction.

Moon just stared at the den feeling the memories flood back to her as she looked up at a certain rock at the top of the den.

‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹ |ꜰʟᴀꜱʜʙᴀᴄᴋ|

"ᴡɪʟʟꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴ!" ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ᴛᴜɢɢᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇʏ Qᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ ʀᴇᴛʀᴀᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄʟᴀᴡꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴄʟɪᴍʙɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴄᴋ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴘ.

ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀᴡᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʙᴏᴛʜ ꜱᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ʟᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ʜᴏᴡʟ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴡɪʟʟᴀ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ɢɪɢɢʟᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ ꜱɪʙʟɪɴɢꜱ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇɴ.

"ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴋᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ɴᴏᴛ ʙʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴏᴜʀꜱ" ᴍᴏᴏɴ ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ.

"ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʟᴅᴇʀꜱ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ ꜱᴏ ɪ'ᴍ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴜꜱ" ᴡɪʟʟᴀ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴᴇᴅ.

ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱᴀᴛ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴡɪʟʟᴀ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴀᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴅɪꜱᴛʀᴀᴄᴛᴇᴅ.

ꜱʜᴇ ꜱʟᴏᴡʟʏ ꜱᴄᴏᴏᴛᴇᴅ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇꜱɪᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ ʟᴀʏᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴏɴ ᴍᴏᴏɴ'ꜱ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ.

ꜱʜᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴊᴜᴍᴘᴇᴅ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴊᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴘᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀꜱ.

ᴡɪʟʟᴀ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ʙʟᴜꜱʜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋꜱ ᴀꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴜᴅᴅʟᴇᴅ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏᴏɴ.

"ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ?" ᴡɪʟʟᴀ ᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ.

"ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴍʏ ʙᴇᴛᴀ ᴡᴇʟʟ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴꜱᴛᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡ ᴀ ʜᴜɢᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ!" ᴍᴏᴏɴ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴇxᴄɪᴛɪɴɢʟʏ.

ᴡɪʟʟᴀ ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴡɪᴅᴅʟᴇd ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀꜱ "ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴜꜱ?" ꜱʜᴇ ᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟᴀ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙʟᴜꜱʜ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴏᴏɴ'ꜱ ʜᴀᴢᴇʟ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ꜱᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛʟʏ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀꜱ.

"ᴡᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ ꜱᴏ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴍʏ ᴊᴏʙ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴄᴏꜱᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀꜱ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴀꜱ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴘʟᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴏᴜʀ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴅᴀʏꜱ" ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴛᴏɴᴇ.

"ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇ?" ᴡɪʟʟᴀ ᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴀ ᴡᴏʟꜰʏ ɢʀɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛᴜᴄᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴘɪɴᴋʏ.

"ᴘɪɴᴋʏ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇ!" ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟᴀ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇᴅ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʟᴏᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘɪɴᴋɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ.

‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹

Willa looked to where Moon was looking and smiled softly "we had a huge thing for pinky promises eh?" She asked and Moon snapped out of her thoughts and gave Willa a smile.

"Sure did"

"Welcome home!" Wynter shouted out, scaring almost everyone.

"Too much?" She asked and Moon nodded, clutching her rapid beating heart.

All of a sudden Wynter started to cough profusely and Moon instantly went over to her keeping her sister from collapsing on the floor "shit Wynter are you ok?!" She asked in an alarmed tone.

"My necklace is losing its charge" she said looking up at her sister.

"Yeah but you seem to be the worst of everyone else. Is yours draining faster?" She asked and Wynter just shook her head.

"I- I don't know" she replied.

"Every day, more and more of our pack becomes sick because their moonstones lose their power. All of our elders are too sick to travel, and when you were gone it left..." Wyatt was going to say but Willa cut him off.

"...which left taking care of the pack to us. To me." Willa said with a solemn look Moon knew that this whole thing was putting pressure on Willa and she pulled her into a hug.

"I'm sorry Willa I'm sorry to all of you we shouldn't be suffering we should be thriving I promise we'll find this moonstone and be stronger than ever and that's a promise I plan to keep" Moon explained looking at the pack and they gave her looks of understanding.

"I pinky promise" she whispered looking at Willa and kissing her forehead.

"Well we're going to need you to be charged up in order to lead us come" Wyatt said, taking his sister's hand and leading her into the den when they got inside the rest of the wolves inside stopped and stared at the new wolf.

"It can't be.....Moon?" She heard a very soft but slightly hesitant voice from she turned her head and saw an older man with slight grey hair but there was still some color.

Moon squinted her eyes at the man feeling a strong connection with the older wolf but she just couldn't pinpoint who it was.

"You look just like your mother," he said, smiling softly at her his identical dimples showing Moon let out a sharp gasp and her eyes widened.

"Dad...?" She whispered and he nodded without any hesitation. Moon jumped into his arms with tears running down her face.

"My sweet little pup I knew we would find you one day" he whispered to her.

Moon couldn't even process her words and just clung onto her father as hard as she could, feeling that if she let go he would be pulled away from her.

After some time they both pulled away and Moon wiped her tears and she turned and saw the rest of the pack still looking in shock.

"Not what you were quite expecting huh?" She chuckled out.

"I know it's been a while ever since that day when we were attacked and I ran away and some of you might not remember me but it's ok well get to that part later"

"My name is Wynter Barkowitz daughter of Nicholas and Samantha Barkowitz and I'm the great alpha" she announced and everyone gasped.

"And it might be hard to believe me but right now I'm not worrying about that. I'm focused on doing everything in my power to make sure we find our Moonstone so you're either with me or not?" She started with a serious look.

Everyone stared before one by one they all started to clap and cheer and Moon gave a teasing bow.

"Now who's with me!" Moon said and let out a loud intimidating howl, her moonstone glowing and her eyes turning golden, and everyone followed in suit.

‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹

When Addison and Bree made it to Zed's home Addison had a weird feeling that something just wasn't right when they got closer to the door, she let out a gasp when she saw the long claw mark on the door.

"Bree look!" She said pointing at the claw mark when her best friend saw it her expression flipped to that of pure horror.

Addison wasted no time and banged on the door until it shot open revealing Zed with a metal bat ready to swing but stopped when he saw Addison and Bree.

"Addison, Bree, what are you guys doing here?" He asked.

"Is Moon in there with you?!" Addison asked in an alarmed tone and Zed shook his head.

"No I thought she was with you guys?" He asked with a raised brow.

"No! We came over here to just talk but when we came to the door we saw this" Bree said and forced Zed's head to look at the claw mark on his door.

He Immediately froze up and his eyes widened "I knew those wolves were trouble...!" He said in a panicked tone and ran out of the house towards Bonzo and Eliza's homes.

He banged on their doors and not long after they answered with confused looks "what's wrong-"

"The wolves! They took Moon!" Zed said in panic Eliza looked shocked before she ran inside and came back out with her tablet.

"Okay, if her phone is on, I can track her." She said and after typing for some time a small red dot popped up on her screen.

"She's in the Forbidden Forest." Zed mumbled.

"You guys, we gotta help Moon!" He said taking off while the rest of them followed behind him.

‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹

{Just act like their singing for fun and not to find out if Moon is the great alpha I just really wanted this song in the book lol}

(Wyatt) Turn up, explain our history Pull back the veil of mystery What's written on the cave is prophesy The Great Alpha is our destiny Show us the power of chemistry Lead us to the source of our energy No one knows her identity But she looks like you, identically

(Wolves) This is how we're livin' our lives Livin' our lives, livin' our lives, yeah Can you feel the call to the wild? Call to the wild, the call to the wild We are the call, we are the call We are the call to the wild

(Moon) I see a real community Unique, but you have unity You know who you're supposed to be Release to the rhythm totally

(Wyatt) I feel the vibe when you're close to me And you can feel it too, or hopefully Now look up, and tell me what you really see A bunch of stray wolves or a family?

(Wolves) This is how we're livin' our lives (hey) Livin' our lives (hey), livin' our lives, yeah Can you feel the call to the wild? (Hey) Call to the wild (hey), the call to the wild We are the call, we are the call We are the call to the wild We are the call, we are the call We are the call to the wild

(Willa) Hold up, before you do, let me interrupt She's a cheerleader, not an Alpha You're in the den, but you'll need to earn my trust Now show me what you got if you're one of us

(Wolves) This is how we're livin' our lives (it's how you're living) Livin' our lives, livin' our lives, yeah Can you feel the call to the wild? (Can you feel? Hey) Call to the wild (hey), the call to the wild (I can feel) We are the call, we are the call We are the call to the wild We are the call, we are the call We are the call to the wild

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I let out a howl and the rest of the pack followed but we were interrupted by a voice far too familiar.

"Moon!" I turned my head and my eyes widened when I saw Zed, Addison, Eliza, Bree, and Bonzo rushing into the den.

"Zed! Wait!" I yelled when I saw him fiddle with his z-band but it was already too late. He had taken it off and zombied out getting ready to attack the pack.

But they all bared their teeth and claws at him ready to attack. One wolf jumped at him but he just smacked them away making them hit the wall with a loud whimper.

"Wolves! Stay back!" I commanded my eyes glowing yellow and I ran over to Zed while he was distracted grabbing his wrist and flipping him over my shoulder and onto the ground stunning him just enough for me to slap his z- band back on his wrist.

He turned back to normal and I punched him across the face making him groan in pain.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" I asked, pinning his face against the floor of the den as everyone watched in shock.

"I was trying to save you!" He groaned out.

"I wanted to be here," I said.

"But....we saw a claw mark on the door and thought something bad happened," Bree explained.

"You know how wolves are remember I scratched up a couch in the library last year because my teacher failed me on purpose?" I said getting off of Zed.

"Ohhh yeah heh now I remember" she giggled out nervously.

"But why would you follow them into the woods? Anything could have happened to you, they could have killed you!"

"They wouldn't have!"

"And why not-"

"Because this is my pack Zed!" I shouted and he looked at me in shock.

"Wait.....what?"

"Remember that missing great alpha they were looking for. It's me, I'm the great alpha of this pack and the reason I was around Willa a lot is because she is my mate" I said.

Bree's, Addison's, and Eliza's mouths dropped open at what I had said and Zed looked in pure disbelief.

"So you had found your pack the whole time? Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, looking hurt.

"Because the town still didn't feel comfortable with wolves and plus because I knew you would act out just like this I wanted to tell you in a better way but I see you had other plans" I explained.

"And besides I'm running out of time and if I don't find this moonstone I'm going to die Zed" I said and he gave me a slight frown but I could tell he was starting to understand.

Despite me being the oldest he was always overprotective of me and I appreciated the kind gesture but I knew that I could take care of myself.

"You can't do this Moon" he mumbled.

"I can and I will," I said firmly.

"Moon" I turned around and saw Wyatt approaching me with a box in his hand. He opened it and I saw it was a fully charged moonstone.

"For centuries, this has been set aside for the Great Alpha. A fully charged moonstone is priceless to us but was designed just for you" my father explained.

"When you put it on, you'll be transformed into your real werewolf role. And stay with Part of our pack, forever." Willa explained.

"So when you meant it was time to come home...." I started and they all nodded.

"Wait, Moon, no you can't!" Zed exclaimed but Addison just pulled him back and whispered something into his ear.

"If it means making sure my pack lives I gotta do what I gotta do" I said and took the necklace I put it on and Wynter took off my old one the second my old one was off blue smoke surrounded me for a second before it finally disappeared.

Everyone opened their eyes and their mouths hung open I checked myself and saw that I my nails were different and I had different clothes on that matched the rest of the packs.

After a few seconds I smirked "I'm back bitches" I muttered my eyes turning gold and I let out a howl with everyone following after me.

"Now you can lead us to the moonstone," Wynter squealed, jumping up and down.

"But she doesn't know where it is" Willa spoke until a small sound came from the distance and I looked to see it was coming from Seabrook power.

I started to think and Willa must have seen my facial expression because she raised an eyebrow "what is it Moon?" She asked.

"I'm just thinking about how the creation of monsters came alight zombies for example" I said.

"Seabrook Power is the birthplace of zombies. A little lime soda mixed with some mysterious energy, and bang! Zombies" he said sneaking up on Wynter but was startled when she bared her fangs at him and I smacked him at the back of the head.

"Nice story, but it doesn't concern us." Willa said and that's when it started to click.

It was powered but something else was mysterious and that's when it hit me.

"I knew it that's why I felt drawn to it that day we passed by it!" I spoke up and the pack looked at me confused.

"Willa this does concern us greatly because Seabrook Power was fueled by a mysterious energy source that could be the moonstone right there!" I spoke up with a big smile.

A smile came to Wyatt's and Willa's faces "you could be right!" He said and the whole pack cheered.

"Ok then! We'll make our move tomorrow and gather up anybody who is well enough to come in incase something goes south because I know they're working on the demolition tomorrow" I explained.

"Alright then" Willa said.

"Ok Moon we have to go home" Zed said.

"Zed...I'm staying" I said.

"But-"

"No buts Zed it's my duty as alpha I have to" I said and he let out a deep sigh before pulling me into a tight hug.

"Please be careful" he whispered and I nodded while hugging him back.

"I promise" I said and he pulled away and started to walk off with the rest of my gang.

"Hey snowflake!" I called out to Addison and she turned around.

"Take care of my brother alright?" I asked giving her a smile and she gave me one back.

"Always" she says.

"Oh! And if I find out that you hurt him you're going to wish you never were born got it!" I said with a piercing look and she tensed up for a little bit before giving me a nervous thumbs up.

"Good" I said and watched as they all walked off until I could no longer see them anymore.

I sighed deeply because it hurt to leave Zed like this but I knew I had to do it for my family.

I felt somebody take my hand and I turned to see Willa standing there with a soft smile.

I said nothing and let her pull me into a hug as I sobbed into her shoulder and she soothed me as she stroked my hair.

"It's going to be ok Moon you're gonna see them again" she whispered into my ear as she held me tighter.

"I know it still hurts though" I said and she pulled away while cupping my cheeks.

"You're gonna see them at school all the time and even visit them" she explained wiping my tears.

"You're right" I said and she smirked.

"I know I am," she said and we both chuckled.

She placed a kiss on my cheek and grabbed my hands "you wanna go see your old bedroom?" She asked and I nodded.

"Yeah, but what I really want to see is that skull almost broke a tooth for that" I replied, and we let out a laugh as she pulled me into the den.

[linlin-artpage]

I wanted to draw a small comic-like thing of the episode Ruthless Ruth, from which I got Rusty's name. (Well, his Nick-name).But my hands are not working properly so my time drawing and creating is getting less and less.

During the song Listen up! the Captain is afraid he is too Rusty to sing, to which Shorty says; Your name ain't rusty, it's Captain"

And thus I named my OC Rusty. So a fake screencap could be like;

Shorty; "Your name ain't Rusty. It's his."

Then pointing to my guy in the background, who suddenly halts in what he was doing.

Now, this would require two things; A slight re-write of the episode, preferably then from Rusty's pov, and would need to change the timeline a bit, since Rusty isn't coming to Corona until sometime after Varians attack.

This also served as a selfstudy-session in learning more of the Artstyle of Tts, using masks and clippings and drawing a full (well almost full) fugure, since I don't often do that.

[Only the omage of Rusty is priduced by me, the rest is from the show]

#art #fanart #screencap #digitalart #tangledtheseries #illustration #clipstudiopaint #study #rustytheguard #corona #royalguard #coronaguard #rapunzel #rapunzelstangledadventure

And then my idea was to draw in a silhouette at the endscene, which would be looking suspiciouly like Rapunzel, but it's not, it's Alice Moonstone, Rusty's future girlfriend. She is modelled after Rapunzel (there is a reason I promise) but she has black hair instead of blonde.

Closeup of Mr Freckleface 🥰

Also this is basically the only time you'll see him wearing a helmet ^^

[chrysanthemumteapot11]

Taylor Swift songs + TTS and Vat7K (part 5)

Rapunzel: “I Can Do It With A Broken Heart” from The Tortured Poets Department

To be completely honest, I was super hesitant to give Rapunzel such a…depressing song. But it also kind of fits??? In this case, I took the original lyrics of the songwriter coping with a breakup while in the spotlight as a spin on Rapunzel coping with Cassandra’s betrayal while dealing with her royal duties (and with the crazy magic stuff). I mean, Rapunzel didn't really have time to truly process what happened between her and Cass before she was hit with another massive issue in the form of the Saporians. And after that? She had to figure out how to bring back her parents’ memories and had to handle werewolves, kidnappings, and more Sundrop/Moonstone magic crap. Yet despite all of that, she had to keep up the welcoming, cheery personality that Corona’s Crown Princess was known for - a personality that her people expected and needed from her with morale at an all-time low. 

There has to be some sort of trauma that’s sticking out like a sore thumb from all of this, but Rapunzel has to hide it. She’s always able to pull through in the end, but was she ever able to sift through her own struggles? While Rapunzel has always seemed like the literal drop of sunshine she is, it would definitely be a wise idea for her to go to therapy. 

Some lines in “I Can Do It With A Broken Heart” that I connect to Rapunzel are: 

“I was grinnin’ like I'm winnin’ / I was hittin’ my marks”: As described in the above two paragraphs, Rapunzel has always maintained a cheery, bright demeanor in front of her kingdom and in front of her family while keeping Corona intact and safe from various threats. In this case, she was hitting every target perfectly as the princess of Corona. In Season 3, aside from the whole Moonstone stuff, she had everything going for her in terms of Corona not going to war with any magical nonsense. However, deep inside, she still missed Cass and no amount of victories was going to really fix that unless she actually processed what happened. 

“There in her glittering prime / The lights refract sequin stars off her silhouette every night”: Rapunzel has a whole bunch of super elaborate outfits that she absolutely slays in, just like how Taylor Swift has an incredibly elaborate wardrobe during her Eras Tour. Additionally, Rapunzel is (arguably) in her prime as a ruler in Season 3 - she tackles every challenge that comes her way gracefully and reaffirms old alliances and friendships, leading to the people of Corona seeing mainly this perfect facade of a shining sun as their princess.

Part 6 will be Eugene!

[fishnapple]

Greetings @fishnapple!, My name is Azeb. It means "The Rising Sun" & "Queen" hence why I chose Queenly. My Dad chose Queenly as my nickname because "Queeny"was too cliche/popular

HEX #08fcf0

A personal story is about a dream about music. I've always been connected to the dream world. My dreams can be very active, vivid, beautiful, unusual, sad, & frightening. I took an edible a few years back & I made sure to do it with a full stomach because I'm sensitive to THC/ OUI'D* 🤣. I went into a deep sleep and dreamt about what music looked like. I saw the music take a kaleidoscopic shape have different colors & forms as it was playing in my head. The music was from another realm it seemed. It was trippy, amazing, and made me think about how I could recreate the sound & image I observed in my dream.

Topic:I'm currently in my Jupiter Return, I'd like to know what messages align with that or whatever comes to you. Thank youuu🙌🏿🤘🏿

Greetings Queenly Azeb, I love your name!

Your dream sounds very magical and trippy for sure. What you experienced in your dream could be a kind of synesthesia? linking sound with imagery. Maybe you could try putting some crystals next to your pillow when you sleep to observe how they affect your dreams, since you seem to have a pretty sensitive and strong connection to dreams. I once put a crystals grid of flourite, amethyst, celestine, moonstone, labradorite next to my pillow. I was sleepless the whole night (also thanks to a large dose of coffee in the evening), a few times when I managed to drift off momentarily, I felt a sensation of my "physical shell" peeling away, leaving a body of energy exposed, pulsating, and the word "Jupiter" appeared in my head.

The message for you: You are in a seemingly "uneventful" water right now, like a boat floating in the middle of the sea, at high noon. But just a little more, and you will see the silhouette of an island. Don't rush, row the boat gently, give the force to both sides, save your energy. Because when you reach the island, you will discover a treasure, a seedling and you will take it back to your home to take care of it and watch it grow, while also growing alongside with it.

October Mini game - Message from the Universe

[rjdent]

Post Mortem by R J Dent from Moonstone Silhouettes, read by Listen to Poetry:

https://soundcloud.com/user-830859983/post-mortem-9-6-20-10-21-am

Poem details:

Moonstone Silhouettes:

[trials-of-a-spirit-worker]

Hi, I happened to stumble upon your page and I have an inquiry.

So ever since I was a child I was VERY attracted to witchcraft even though I had no access to it. Like it was something unconscious, I live in Saudi Arabia and everyone is VERY RELIGIOUS to the point where even Harry Potter was banned before I could even watch it as a child (just emphasizing the fact that I had no way to know witchcraft) but somehow I knew what it was. In my specific case, it had to do with demons. I always found myself thinking about them in completely unrelated situations like thoughts would suddenly pop up in my head. I would also unconsciously try to summon one like some third party was willing me to do so and I just felt very obligated to at least, I was very young when this happened (I'm talking 4-6 years old). Later on, whenever I would wake up I would see a blurry gray silhouette of what seemed to be a man rising with me from bed, being outside when I opened the bathroom door waiting, felt like I was being watched in the shower, visited in my dreams, etc. When I grew older (13-15) it started to get REALLY weird. Like the thing would visit me in my dreams whatever the dream was and somehow I would wake up with my hand in my private??? Like I would wake up touching myself every. Time. It. Visited. Sometime last year I got a nightmare of said demon\figure chained in the corner of my room snarling at me and trying to get to me. Later on, I had a dream of being watched by owls, seagulls, and some other brown bird, I was aware in the dream that it was 3 a.m., my bed was moved from an angle and I could see human remains and trash under. Could you please help me piece together what all of this means? I still want to practice witchcraft but every time I try to I get super dizzy and I feel like I'm being watched. (I'm a solar witch and a 16-year-old female)

Hello anon!

When I was younger, I also felt the pull to witchcraft/spirit work. I think it just means we're a little more sensitive to the call. Anyone can be a witch, yes.

But there are signs that come to us that sometimes just shouldn't be ignored.

I hope you're being safe first of all. I don't know how restrictive your situation is and I do know some places in Saudi Arabia and other surrounding places can be less tolerant of witchcraft and non-accepted religions and practices. Much like parts of the states are the same way. As a closet witch myself, I sincerely hope you'll find a place one day when you're older to practice freely without fear.

Second, my first thought is some form of incubi because of the sexual touching but I don't want to jump the gun and misinform you. But harmful spirits do sometimes use sexual misconduct to weaken a person's resolve. Or...some spirits are just really weird like that. In either case, I'm so sorry this is happening to you.

If you can, find some jade for better dreaming. Moonstones, Obsidian and Amethyst are good protection too.

If you have a diffuser or any way to release essential oils, sage would be a good one to have on you. Peppermint, Sweet Orange, Tea Tree and Frankincense are great for better dreams and should hopefully repel that strange entity hounding you.

If you have incense, those would work wonderfully as well especially in any of those scents I mentioned above.

Because whatever is going on really does seem like torment on the entities side. You don't deserve that.

Pray to whoever you worship for guidance and protection from this twisted entity that's bothering you. If you don't have an deity who you follow, I recommend just looking to the universe to give you the wisdom and protection to deal with this being.

A small truck that anyone with any level of energy work should learn/work to master is warding yourself off. Again, anyone you worship or work with, ask them for their protection, envision a cloak, a light, a bubble—I've heard many forms of this shielding whatever works for you and comes naturally and cover yourself in it. Something that'll work to bring you peace. Even if the entity shatters it the first couple times, be persistent. Put it up again.

It'll show the entity you're not going to tolerate suffering from it any longer.

Stand strong, lift up your head, and keep hope. I truly hope this helps you even if it's just a little bit, and don't hesitate to come back of you need more help.

I'm sorry this took so long, I wasn't ignoring you. Life gets away from you sometimes...you know? But I'll do my best to help with what I can.

[dyxtd21]

Moonstone aesthetic moodboard!!

Moonstone:

Appearance: Moonstone is an ethereal and graceful figure, her entire coloration a milky white with enchanting blue iridescences and highlights that catch the light, creating a mystical aura. She has the characteristics of a moth, with broad upper wings featuring an eye-catching, crescent-shaped notch near the top edge and lower wings that taper into long, slender tails, giving her a flowing and elegant appearance. Her fuzzy moth antennas and soft, downy chest puff adds to her otherworldly charm.

Her figure is slim yet curvy, perfectly accentuated by her stylish attire. She has long, sleek, and straight hair that extends past her shoulders, with the front section covering her left eye, adding a touch of mystery and style to her look. Her hair is well-maintained, smooth, and polished, enhancing her elegant appearance. Her gemstone is navette-cut and on her left eye.

Outfit: Moonstone wears a chic ensemble featuring a short-sleeve wrap top with a deep V-neckline and a wrap design that ties at the waist, creating a flattering silhouette. This is paired with a short skater skirt that flares out playfully, adding a youthful and stylish element to her look. Thigh-high stockings and high-heeled shoes elongate her legs, contributing to her sophisticated appearance. She accessorizes with a large hairbow, adorned with small tears on each side and two long end tails, adding a touch of whimsy to her ensemble.

Personality: Moonstone is a complex individual with a tough exterior but a heart of gold. She is fiercely loyal to those close to her and shows great kindness to her friends and allies. Her dedication to her role as the guardian of the Moon is unwavering, and she takes her duties extremely seriously. Despite her tough nature, she is well-mannered and respectful, always engaging in polite conversation and never interrupting others.

She has a deep sense of honor and prefers to handle disputes through discussion and diplomacy, whether it's negotiating deals or enjoying a peaceful cup of tea. Her trident, matching her milky white and blue coloration, is not only a symbol of her authority but also a formidable weapon. She has the ability to control and manipulate water, using it both defensively and offensively in her role as guardian.

Rivalry: Moonstone has a massive rivalry with the Sunstone family, a longstanding conflict that adds tension and drama to her life. This rivalry fuels her determination and commitment to her duties, constantly pushing her to be at her best.

Outfit reference:

This is the outfit Moonstone wears but without the purse and her top is short-sleeved instead of long-sleeved.

Headcanon voice: Jennifer Hale

[lumenfall]

𝟺𝟿. sender promises not to forget the receiver as they share a final night together.

They knew this dance, were intimate with its choreography.  How many times had they dipped and pirouetted through the motions, kissing those same pulse points, unfastening those same buttons?  In the dawn light of Byrgenwerth that she had first looked at him with lichen eyes, her gaze soft with curiosity and wonder.  There, the tremendous backdrop of the lake, fog pooling across its surface, a veil through which the ghostly silhouettes of mute swans could be glimpsed.  Those broad-winged creatures mated for life, she knew, yet every spring they bowed their snow-down heads as they had for the first time, rituals playing out year after year.  Never mechanical, always adoring.

Maria’s breath hitched, squeezed as the narrow channel of her throat tightened in a flash of emotion.  Gascoigne must have noticed, must have sensed it, given how he reached up to cradle her skull in the heart of his palm, tendrils of silver hair unspooling between his fingers.  They had their share of wild nights, in the days of their relative youth.  Drunk on wine and blood, tearing clothes at the seams, violence and haste in their undressing.  This was a more tender nakedness.  He laboured under her with love, husk though she was, half-dead woman.  She thought of stillborn snowdrops that did not survive the winter they were built to endure, bulbs frozen in the earth, crib turned worm-riddled grave.  She thought of drowning, drowning, of being pulled deeper into the cold by a hundred pairs of track-marked hands that grasped and pleaded – “Oh, Lady Maria, Lady Maria, please!”

Lady Maria could not save them, could not hope to save herself.

What shape her end would take, she could not yet say, only that she understood she had already seen her last spring.  There would be no re-emergence, not from this.  No escape from the otherworldly weight of her transgressions.

Capturing Gascoigne’s hand, she kissed the tips of his fingers, and still she rode him, rising and falling.  It was a shared writhing, with his hips heaving, the power of his thrusts registering in her seat bones.  How sweetly he filled the hollow spaces within her, the tip of him kissing the mouth of her womb, leaving room for nothing and no-one else.  If only he could cleanse her with the fire of his flesh.  If only the root of him could offer curettage, purification, absolution.  Everything in her burned for breath, for death.  He had already forgiven her, now he said he would not forget.

“I will be with you, forever.”

In his memory, she could build a home for herself, a nest of moon-kissed petals and fat pinches of undercoat.  There she would roost even as the meat slid from her bones, even as he moved through the remainder of his days without her.  They were not mute swans, Gascoigne would not die from the cracks that spread in hair-fine fissures across his heart, but still she hoped he would carry her with him.

Cold as moonstone against the fever-sick heat of his body, there was warmth in her kisses, in the pink of the slit he fucked into again and again – until a familiar tremor rolled through him, a reverberating growl crawling out of his chest into the pit of his throat.  Maria recognised that primal and bestial sound, saw how his free hand clawed at the sheets.  In answer, the peach fuzz of her pale body rose, goose flesh erupting on marble, the dusky tips of her breasts bunching and stiffening.  She watched him, gazed upon his anguished face, features half-clad in winding linen, tracing the creamy tips of pronounced canines when his jaw fell open in warning.  What had once mattered so much now mattered not at all.

“Shh, dear one, it’s quite all right.  Surrender to it.  Surrender – ”

Maria leaned over him, kissing slack lips, licking around his teeth, murmuring whispers of encouragement and adoration into the holy well of his mouth.  Like the tide, rising and falling, rising and falling, she took him with her, feeling the moment he seized and throbbed, feeling him fill her for the first and last time, sure his seed was spilled on a salted field.

[f1-chicane]

✩˚₊‧ get to know chicane ✩˚₊‧

THE STORY BEGINS…

On August 23rd of 2022, the YouTube channel named “jewelx : THE JOURNEY”, had posted their first video. It had shown the silhouette of seven women slowly approaching a table, placing their index finger towards a glass ball in the center. The footage cuts to black screen with the date, “22.10.08” with the WX logo. There were three leading theories.

The debut of new girl group

The return of WINGX (minus two members)

The most feared, a new survival show.

It was later revealed that it was the trailer for the predebut group jewelx. Throughout the fall, they made various videos introducing the members.

irene

she was a contestant on girl’s rebirth, ranked #11

she is the leader and holds the mother role in chicane

gemstone: topaz

venus

While there are no official position in chicane, she is assumed to be the main vocalist

Was the least known member before debut

She acts as an older sister despite being apart of the maknae line

gemstone : amethyst

mirae

Her original stage name was Pluto, to match Venus , before suddenly changing it before the lineup finalization 

Before becoming a trainee, she has written songs for groups like Stayc, Weki Meki, IZ*ONE, and more

She considers herself to be the most photogenic member in the group 

gemstone : evening emerald 

diya

Her songwriter name is Ditto, her first stage name

She had an instagram account pre-debut, dittoxoxo

She was the last person to join the company and group

gemstone : flash opal

rina

Originally was training to debut as a soloist until the jewelx project

Her father owns a dance studio back in her hometown 

She doesn’t like dying her hair 

gemstone : akoya pearl

yuri

She comes from a military family 

She was not supposed to debut as an idol, but rather an actress 

Went viral during the jewelx project 

gemstone : rainbow moonstone

hina

She was deemed the most outgoing member 

She thinks everyone should dye their hair blonde at least once in their lives

Rina and Hina joined the company together 

gemstone : inca rose 

shin dahye, wx’s current ceo, claims she handpicked each and every member of chicane.

“I am so grateful to be fully apart of the jewelx project and the creation of chicane. Each member holds a special place in my heart. All of them have extraordinary abilities that will impact the world.”

CONCEPT…

the name of “chicane” comes from the words chic cane mixed together, also to represent the word “chicanery”. there are two parts of concept. the chic in chicane stands for a velvet, more softer tone of music while cane is to show strength and power. as for their fandom name, it’s nyxsters. a mixture of nyx, the goddess and personification of night, and trickster. currently that is all that’s revealed.