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Jason’s Wife?!

Pairing: Jason Todd X Female! Reader

Summary: Meet Mrs. Todd?! Jason got eloped and he doesn’t intend on sharing his blushing bride just yet.

Warnings: SMUT, Fluff, Established Relationship, Eloping, Jason being an ass to his family (for good reason), Jason calling Reader Ma (can’t remember who wrote about that, please tag them because I love this headcanon), P in V, unprotected sex (don’t advertise for the unsafe sex, put some breading on yalls chicken before dumping it in oil) , Oral (m receiving), Body Worship, Phone/Facetime during the deed, Exhibition Kink, Mating Press, Slight Breeding Kink, Degradation, Praise, crying kink??,TOXIC-ish And POSSESSIVE! Jason Todd is back, Traumatizing Dick again.

Author’s Note: Thank you guys so much for the praise I got on my last Jason Todd Fanfic! I didn’t know you guys would like my first smut that much so I made a part 2. Enjoy your next fix you horny bastards (jk I love you guys )

AN: This is Part 2 to Jason’s Girl??, so go read that for some context. Also a quick shout out to the mutual who started my spiraling decent into his madness, @jjenthusee , who was the main inspiration because of their amazing artwork! Also I’m sorry this was late and I don’t update as often, I’m in my second semester in a health major and I’m stumped man. I’ll update when I can I promise.

A/N: Part 3>>> Jason Broke What??

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Jason Todd is a lot of things. He’s known for bad things and good things. It depends on who you ask.

A menace, a murderer, a zombie, an asshole, etc.

A son, a brother, a hero….

But there’s two things everyone can agree on.

1). He’s a good boyfriend.

For the last 6 months since Jason finally revealed his secret girlfriend of two years, the Bat Family learned just how much of a better person Jason was when (Y/N) was around.

His voice was softer and kinder to others. His temperament was more patient and his fists stayed loose. Her presence acting like a balm to sooth his soul as soon as he feels her comforting hand on his skin.

There were obvious moments of trouble, such as little squabbles or one gets snappy at the other, but normally they sort it out. Even if Bruce and the rest of the family didn’t know her for long, they knew that she had the backbone to handle Jason and give him what he needed without babying him.

Jason even shows his love for her in goofy ways, such as wearing matching shirts or color coordinated outfits. The two are now known for their Friday date nights and lazy Saturdays where they don’t wanna be disturbed. Their late night rides or their silent evenings where either a book or controller is in hand.

Red Hood is known for lingering around certain streets where she would be at when she had to work late, and he always had a bottle of water or granola bar he ‘mysteriously appeared’ out of thin air.

Jason was known for being proud of building the healthiest relationship he’s ever had with someone who didn’t fall in love with him because he was Bruce Wayne’s son, or Batman’s protege. She fell in love with Jason Peter Todd and all he was.

Which leads to the one thing that the family also knew him for.

2) Jason Todd would not tell anyone when he dropped down on one knee and asked (Y/N) to be his wife.

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The proposal was a spontaneous to say the least.

Their usual Saturday routine of laying on the couch, too exhausted from the week to move. Jason laid on the opposite side as his beloved, her feet dangling off to the side of his hips as his own rested behind her shoulders. They both had a book in as they enjoyed their silence. The only noise coming from the soft patter of Frank coming over to lay on his adopted father.

The tabby cat that Jason claimed to not like despite the male cat clinging to him like glue. The cat jumped onto his stomach with a deep groan emitting from him. A soft giggle filled the room as she sets her book down and pulls the feline to her.

“I still don’t understand why my cat likes you more than me.” She comments as she strokes the tabby’s fur.

Jason scoffs as he carefully rolls off the couch and onto his feet. “Probably to spite me.”

He heads to the kitchen to grab them a drink as he hears one comment that seemed to change everything in one second.

“What’s gonna happen when we have a kid? Would you think they would prefer you over me or would we have another Frank?…”

The question was a hypothetical one, a normal one couples would ask just to make sound in the air. Jason would have probably answered light heartedly with a kiss or a smart ass comment to make her laugh, but it felt different. He felt different.

There wasn’t a ‘if’ in the question like it would or wouldn’t happen, but a definite of ‘when’ it would happen. Jason knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. Hell, he managed to not fuck up a relationship he kept hidden for 2 years. He knew he wanted to marry her the moment he decided to open up and let her into his life by moving her in and introducing her to his family.

So, even if it was on an impulse, Jason returns back into the living room and as he placed their drinks on the coffee table as he kneels on the floor beside the couch. (Y/N) sits up as she smiles at him, unaware of the decision he made.

“Penny for your thoughts, Todd?” She asked playfully as she offers him an imaginary penny in between her pinched fingers.

Jason smiles as he takes her out stretched hand before kissing the back of it.

“Marry me.”

The seriousness in his eyes made her playful attitude dissolve to disbelief.

“What?…”

“I wanna marry you, (Y/N)…You are the everything I could ever want and don’t deserve. But I can’t imagine building a life like the one we have with anyone else. You are one of the few lights this dark world has and I wanna love and protect you for the rest of our lives.” Jason explains as he nervously massages her hand as his eyes shined with deep love and affection. “Even if I don’t have a ring yet and we are in our pajamas, will you accept me and let me become yours forever?”

Tears streamed down her face as she nods frantically. Her arms quickly wrapping around Jason’s neck and pulling him into a kiss.

Jason melts into her and begins to move to be on top of her on the couch until a sharp hiss makes him stop.

“Quiet, Frank…” Jason grumbles at the cat.

“Daddy is trying get some sugar from Mama~”

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A week later, Alfred appeared extra peppy for the day. His duties were quickly done before the family was awake and his fidgeting gotten everyone concerned. Alfred was the normally level-headed gentle hand of the house, so seeing him so giddy made everyone nervous.

It wasn’t until he surprisingly left in one of his better suits and a gift bag that the rest of the Wayne Family just decided that he may be going to an event or some kind.

“Where do you think he’s going?” Tim asks his younger brother from behind a book.

Damian shrugs as he says, “How should I know?”

The answer wouldn’t come until later that evening. Alfred came back with both the brightest smile and red swollen eyes. In his hands were a single pale pink rose and a camera as he scurries to the study.

Tim, Dick, and Damian, who were scattered around the living room, followed out of curiosity. What’s gotten Alfred this way? An old flame? The thought of Alfred getting down and dirty made the boys shudder before they continue to the study and ultimately down to the Batcave.

“Yo, Alfred.” Dick calls out as he exits the elevator.

Alfred stood by the large chair over looking the Batcomputer as Bruce’s hulking form peaked over the leather. The clicking of the mouse playing in the background as Alfred turns his head to address Dick.

“Yes, Master Richard?” He says. In his hand was the camera with cables connecting it to the computer.

“Where have you been? You kinda left in a hurry…”

Tim jumps in as he says, “I mean, we aren’t trying to be rude, but you did seem kinda jumpy this morning.”

Damian’s words cut through the other two like ice as his eyes look at the monitor.

“Did Todd and his woman get married?”

Dick and Tim look back at Damian before their shocked expressions look up to the monitor. Their eyes widen in disbelief at the image before them.

Standing in a suit was a an absolutely beeming smile was Jason Todd with his hands interlocked with (Y/N), who was wearing a white dress. The dress didn’t look like the traditional floor length gown. Instead it was a backless chic dress with a bow on the back. Her hair was down and decorated with pearl ornaments as a matching ribbon choker was around her neck with a single aged pearl on it.

In their interlocked finders, a familiar set of rings shined . Martha Wayne’s sparkling diamond engagement ring and her wedding band was on (Y/N)’s finger as a matching wedding band was on Jason’s finger.

The surroundings didn’t look like a typical wedding venue with flowers and ribbons with a crowd of people. It was a courthouse, Gotham City Courthouse. On (Y/N)’s side stood Alfred holding a pale pink bouquet that was most likely the bride’s. What surprised them the most was a smiling Bruce on Jason’s side, a look of pride on his face that he rarely shown.

The boys break out of their shell as Dick complains.

“This can’t be real… Jason and (Y/N) got married without telling any of us….AND YOU LET JASON HAVE MARTHA’S RING!!” Dick snaps as his irritation grew. “You said I was gonna have it.”

Bruce sighs as he says, “I said that before you cheated on both of your girlfriends with each other.”

Alfred chuckles as he says, “And Master Jason specifically stated that he only wanted me and Master Bruce there.”

Tim frowns as he asks, “Why weren’t we invited?”

Alfred gives the boy a sympathetic look before reciting, “Miss (Y/N) and Jason only wanted a small ceremony and off what he said, ‘Damian makes (Y/N) uncomfortable when he calls her Jason’s woman and a distraction. Dick is plain out not invited because of reasons he knows why. And Tim can’t keep his mouth shut to save his life, so he’s not invited.’”

Damian tsks as he says, “I wouldn’t have wanted to go anyways.”

Dick was flustered as the images of the incident Alfred was referring to. He still can’t get her moans out of his head…

Tim pouts and says, “I’m gonna remember this…But why was Bruce invited then?”

Bruce responds with a smirk , “Because I was asked to give away the bride.”

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As soon as the newly weds returned their apartment, the lust sprinkled down like hale. Her well manicured hair was now messy as his hands held her head. His mouth devouring her moans as her own lips kept up with his pace.

Her fingers desperately removing his tie as the shrilling ring of Jason’s cell phone fills the air. He ignores it in favor of trailing tongue against his bride’s as she slings off the tie.

“Gonna answer that?” She mumbles as his mouth begins to trail down her jawline. Jason doesn’t answer as his hands scoop up under her thighs to pick her up. Her giggles were music in his ears as he says,

“It’s probably just Tim or Dick. Probably bitching about the wedding…”

Jason carries his wife through the threshold of their apartment hallway as his lips remained on hers. Their vows sealed in teeth and tongues as he expertly guided them into the bedroom.

His phone finally stopped ringing as he places her on the bed. Hands groping and pulling off of clothing as he unwraps her down to her underwear and stockings. His mouth hot against her breast as she pushes his now unbuttoned shirt down his shoulders.

His other hand dipping into her underwear as he flicks her erected nipples like a guitar. Her sweet music filling the room as he’s met with a creamy cunt under her white thong.

“Fuccck, ma..” He moans against her breast. Jason pulls away with a devilish smirk as he runs his finger over her sopping folds, carefully avoiding her hole and clit. “I can’t tell what I like more…your pretty tits or your sloppy cunt…”

(Y/N) feels the wave of shameful arousal fill her stomach as she whines out, “Stop teasing me, baby. It’s our wedding day and you’re acting like a jackass…”

Her body jolts as he pinches her clit. Her hips jerking as she moans at the sensation. Jason had a look of faux sympathy before mumbling against the valley of her breasts.

“Oh, you’re right…” His voice barely audible to her as he begins to rub heart shaped patterns on her clit, making sure to dip down to her gasping pussy as he dips down. “I’m not acting like a good husband, ain’t I? Let me make it up to you, Mrs. Todd.”

His lips attached to her unabused nipple before his middle finger finally dips into her pulsing hole. His groan accentuated by the scraping of his teeth against her sensitive flesh. The feeling of her cunt sucking his one finger in making him light headed as her moans ringed out.

“Jason…stop teasing me…I want you…” She begs as her hips try to meet the thrust of his finger. He growls at her bossiness before yanking his finger out of her pulling her panties down her thighs.

Her eyes glared at him for the loss of stimulation before he quickly pops her pussy lightly. The wet slap of skin making her cringe in embarrassment before Jason begins to leave a trail of open kisses and bites down her body. Making sure to pay special attention to the matching tattoo on her hip before he mumbles to her with a lazy smile.

“Your wish is my command.”

Before he could dig into his meal, the shrill ring of his phone invades the space. He yanks his phone out of his pocket and looks at the screen before declining the call. He tosses the phone onto the bed as he glares at the offending device.

“Stupid Dick..” He groans before a soft hand on his face draws him back to her. Her gentle touch bringing peace to his mind as she pulls him up to press a soft peck to his lips.

His mind goes blank as she gently lures him to stand before she kneels down, trailing kisses down his exposed chest and his scars. Her love poured into his body as her lips traced his autopsy scars. Her eyes shining so pretty as she presses an extra long kiss to his matching tattoo on his Adonis belt.

The silent vow that was made a year and a half into dating on a drunk night out with Roy.

‘I am hers and she is mine’

“Let me be a good wife to you, Mr. Todd.” She whispers against his skin. Her breath like hot fire before her hands snake off his belt and trousers. Her mischievous eyes gleaming in lustful delight as Jason’s lip curls in between his teeth. His eyes almost glowing as she presses her warm lips against his clothed tip. His hand fisting into her hair as he hisses at her.

“Don’t you fucking tease me…”

*RING* *RING*

Jason glares at the phone before he snatches it up. He sees the familiar notification as his own image shown on the phone. FaceTime.

“Answer it.”

“What?” Jason asks in confusion before looking down to her. His surprise was suppressed with a hiss as she pulls his hard cock out of his underwear. Her hand lazyily stroking him as she gives him a look of faux innocence.

“Answer it. It’s rude to ignore family..”

Jason feels a smirk curled onto his face as he realizes what she wanted. His dick hardened to iron as he remembers why he fell for her.

She was just as fucked as he was.

With that, Jason schools his face as he answers the phone with an annoyed expression.

“What?” He says as the image of his brother appears on his phone screen.

Dick glares at Jason before snapping at him. “You got fucking married?! Without inviting any of us?!”

“Didn’t Alfred tell you why we didn’t want you guys there?” Jason asked in as much annoyance as he can muster as he felt the wet pull of lips around his cock.

His hand gripping her hair kept her from getting more than his tip in as he hides his reaction. Her tongue licking his tip like a kitten wanting milk.

“But we are family for fucks sake.”

Jason’s actual annoyance getting the best of him as he hisses,

“I’m sorry, but I recall you trying to fuck my wife.”

“THAT WAS BEFORE I KNEW YOU WERE DATING HER!!”

Jason becomes distracted as (Y/N) starts sucking him off. Her drool and his precum slowly beginning to coat her mouth and hand as it strokes what she can’t fit into her pretty mouth.

His brow furrowed as his pleasure and annoyance started to mix on his face. Jason decides to get some payback on both his wife and brother as he slyly mentions.

“Oh but you had no problem rubbing one out when I sent those videos.”

He pulls her closer to his pelvis to muffle her surprised moan. If he wasn’t on the phone, he would degrade her like a slut with how she acts when she remembers being recorded. Her cheeks hollow as Dick’s jaw drops as Jason mentions the videos.

“I-I..”

“Admit it.” Jason says, his voice grew more taunting. “You probably still jack off to the videos because you’re nothing but a loser who cheats on any good woman he gets because you’re scared of attaching to someone.”

Jason can feel her eagerness grow as she sucks harder, actually pulling him as deep into her throat as she can. He almost wanted to both laugh at how cute she was as she gagged around him and coo at how proud he was of her. Her jaw was gonna be hurting like a bitch either way.

Dick’s baffled expression almost made it better as his eyes shined with shame over what Jason knew to be true.

“That’s why Bruce gave me Martha’s ring.” Jason says as he forces (Y/N) to take him all the way down her throat. Her nose pressing into his light patch of black hair as Jason says. “fuck…I can fuck (Y/N) like I fucking hate her guts and she would take it because she knows I would rather swallow glass than fuck anyone else like I do her. To even love anyone halfway as I do her would be a sin…”

The fluttering feeling of her throat as her nails digged into his thigh affirming his conviction.

“I’m not afraid to get attached… As long as she lives, I’ll never let her go…”

He hangs up before Dick can respond as he yanks her back by her hair. Her coughing and gasping for air as she whine painfully at both the lost of his cock in her mouth and the painful grip on her scalp.

Jason releases her hair before kneeling beside her on the floor. His expression tender as he cups her face. Her light makeup look from the wedding was now smudged off with her mascara flowing down her face with her tears. Her lips puffy and wet from his assault on her mouth. Her body littered in forming bruises from his teeth. Her cunt sloppy and leaking a clear sheen down her thighs. Her cheek leaning into his palm as her eyes shined at him with nothing but love and desire.

“Fuck…” He groans before crawling inbetween her legs as he pushes her to lay down on the floor. His mouth back on hers as his throbbing erection lightly dragged against her fluttering pussy. The head catching her clit despite the watery resistance as she whimpers into his mouth.

“You look so pretty like this…” Jason says before sticking his tongue down her throats. Their tongues tangling for a moment before his hands cup her face and pull her away. “You feel it, don’t you?”

She whines as his hips rolled against hers. Her cunt angry as it fluttered around nothing. His nearly red dick twitching as it desires salvation in her temple as Jason breathlessly whimpers.

“Feel how bad I need you baby? Fuck I can’t stand it. I wanna fuck you every day so I can see you look like this.” He says as he wraps his hand his member. He slaps her pussy with it twice before dragging his head over her entrance, the heavy appendage dipping in slightly as he says.

“I wanna ruin you so good. You’re such a good pretty girl that I want to ruin and make as fucked up as me…”

Her gasps fill the room as he starts to bully his tip into her. Even though they were both well experienced with each other, every time she takes him feels like the first time with that delicious stretch.

His unusually talkative mood doesn’t let up as he pushes his hips into her, forcing her to take him.

“You’re so gorgeous…” He whispers as he pulls her legs over his shoulders as he grasps her hips, forcing them up as he starts to fill her to the hilt. “God, this pussy is unbelievable…gonna fill her up everyday and eat her out every night…”

His thrusts start off slow but hard as her hands desperately held onto what bit of Jason she could as he fucked her like a doll. Her whimpers and moans filling the air as the sticky sound of his balls smacking her ass.

His hot breath tickles her ears as his hips develop the torturous pattern of pistoling into her like a hard buck before rolling in a deep and filling thrust. Her eyes filling with tears and brain fog as he filled her lust sick brain with praise.

“Such a good little wife…a sweet little thing with a nice soft body for me…” He groans as his pace becomes brutal. His precision and memory impeccably beats anything he learned as a vigilante as he assaults her G-spot. Her eyes rolling back as lighting strikes her the brain as she begins to cry.

“Fuck. Fuck. fuck…” she sobs incoherently as Jason licks the tears off her face.

“You look so hot when your cry…” Jason moans as his thrusts start to become more sloppy. His reaches between them as he rubs tight circles on her clit as he thrusts harder into her soft cunt.

“Will you cry some more please?” He’s asked in a cruel tone. His eyes blown out with desire as he lets his full weight pin her down under him. His added weight making her pinned as she cries. Her stomach tightening at the overwhelming presence of him and his cock destroying her insides.

“I’m gonna fuck a baby into you, Ma…” He says as his own whimpers fall through. “Gonna watch you get swollen and carry a little perfect baby and know that you’re mine…that no one can love you like me… ain’t that right?”

Her impending orgasm blocking off all rational thoughts as her mouth hangs open. His hand pulls from her clit to her frustration and grabs a hold of her jaw. Forcing her to look at him as he says harshly.

“Who do you belong to ,Pretty Girl?”

Her eyes widen as she says, “You…I belong to you baby…”

Jason smirks as he starts thrusting faster. Her shrieks just music in his ears as she falls off the edge. Her vision clouded as white flashes in her vision. Her body nearly convulsing as her cunt squeezes Jason into his own orgasm. His warm seed flooding her quivering womb as he presses a kiss into her neck.

The pair remained still for a moment as they gasped for air. The natural chill of the room causing them to tremble at the stimulation. Her small hand moving first as she grabs his hand, her fingers playing with the gold band on his finger as she whispers.

“My husband…” A soft satisfied smile on her lips as Jason grins widely into her neck as he mumbles.

“All yours, Mrs. Todd.”

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AN: Yea I didn’t know how to end this. 😭 I hope you guys like it because I’m not too sure if the smut is good or not. Let me know what you think as I’m trying to clear out the drafts. Again, Thank you @jjenthusee for inspiring these two fanfics and for being a great mutual.

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It is now time to share my piece for Legend of Link Zine! This is part of a series of other OG Link pieces that tell a story (1. artwork by @zolanort, 2.fic by @zartophski, 3. is my piece :D). Thanks to all who purchased a copy of the zine!

Here is the zine's tumblr page: @2023legendoflinkzine Please check out the amazing work that had been put into it! And very special thanks to @seekingseven for organizing this wonderful zine!

I'm immensely grateful and thankful to all my zine-mates who helped me out in the critique channel! Wouldn't have gotten it to where it is now without them 😘 THANKS!!!!! Now below are close-ups and WIP shots:

It's my usual process of drawing with pencil on paper, then scanning and colouring it digitally. After the second image, it was layering colours and smoothing out everything. I wanted to retain the pencil texture, so I did not go too overboard.

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His Blue-Eyed Angel

pairing: Azriel x Reader

content warnings: war, blood, gore, depression, feelings of hopelessness, serious angst

word count: 4.5k

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Story tags: @bravo-delta-eccho @tele86 @tiredsleepyhead @celestialgilb @theflowerswillbloom @fuckingsimp4azriel @quiet-because-it-is-a-secret @salvatoresister1 @imperfect0angel @stvrdustalexx

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Chapter 16

Y/n POV

I lay in the cold dirt, my body trembling as pain rippled through me. The faebane arrows had stolen my magic, and with it, any chance of defending myself. My sword had fallen from my grip, and my wings were broken in places, the feathers bloodied. I could feel the damp earth pressing against my skin, feel the vibration of Hybern soldiers around me, their boots stomping closer, their laughter ringing in my ears.

But it was nothing compared to the ache in my chest. The bond. The faint hum of it still pulsed, fragile and delicate, as though mocking me with its existence.

My mate.

The love of my life.

Azriel.

A tear slipped down my dirt-streaked face as I stared up at the ashen sky. It was funny, I thought bitterly, how life could be so wonderful and yet so cruel in the same breath. How in one moment, I could meet the love of my life, the one the Mother had made just for me, and in the very next, he was ripped away - taken from me before I’d even had the chance to understand what it truly meant.

The thought burned through my mind, sharp and relentless. Why hadn’t I realized it when he looked at me with that quiet intensity, when his voice softened as he called me angel? Why hadn’t I felt it when he trained me, when we visit Velaris together, when we watch the stars at night, when his hands lingered just a second too long on my wrist, or when he spoke to me in that low, gruff tone that made my heart race?

I saw the devastation on his face, the love and regret warring within him. And despite the exhaustion, the blood, and the agony of the moment, my heart swelled with something fierce and unyielding.

I loved him.

More than life, more than anything.

I had loved him long before I understood the bond, and now it burned through me, consuming every part of me.

But there was no time for it.

Not now.

I had been blind to the truth. Or perhaps, I hadn’t wanted to believe it. Not when Azriel was so wrapped up in Elain, so seemingly out of reach.

But he loved me the entire time.

Me.

And now?

Now, I knew. I had felt it when the bond snapped into place—an electric cord that had ignited my very soul. I’d seen it in his eyes, felt it in the way his voice cracked when he said, “I love you.”

I’ll come back for you. I swear it.

I let out a ragged breath, the tears slipping freely now. Wasn’t it cruel? To finally find him—my mate—only to have to let him go and save Elain? To watch him soar away, carrying someone else to safety while I stood my ground, knowing I couldn’t ask him to stay. Knowing that I was doing the right thing.

My hands curled weakly into the dirt, the sting of my injuries barely noticeable compared to the agony in my heart.

Why didn’t I see it sooner?

If I had, would it have changed anything? Would I have told him that I loved him before today? Would I have fought harder for him? For myself?

I closed my eyes for a moment, the bond flickering faintly in my chest, as though it, too, was trying to hold on to life. To him.

I thought of Azriel’s face—how his expression had twisted with desperation when he called angel, how his voice had shattered when he said he loved me. The memory was a lifeline, even now, even as the soldiers swarmed closer, their cruel voices ringing out as they closed the distance.

“I love you,” I had whispered as he flew away, knowing he wouldn’t hear it.

And I’d meant it.

I would love him forever, no matter what came next.

My tears mixed with the blood on my cheeks as I lay there, my breaths shallow, my mind spiraling.

Life was cruel.

It gave me the greatest gift I could ever ask for in one breath and then took it away in the next.

Azriel.

The broody, stubborn Shadowsinger.

The one who could take my breath away with just one glance.

The one whose touch I yearned for.

The one I would put above my own life.

My love.

My mate.

And yet, despite it all, I clung to that single, fragile promise that had been whispered to me before he left.

I’ll come back for you.

My fingers curled tighter into the dirt, slick with my own blood pooling underneath me as darkness crept in around me. I held onto that promise with every shattered piece of myself.

Please come back, Azriel.

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Azriel POV

Azriel landed hard in the center of the war camp, his wings flaring wide as he touched down, Elain cradled protectively in his arms. Her pale face was streaked with dirt and blood, her body limp, her breathing faint but steady. Azriel’s chest heaved, his shadows writhing violently around him as though echoing the storm inside him.

“Feyre!” His voice rang out, sharp and urgent, cutting through the chaos of the camp.

Feyre appeared almost immediately, her bow still slung across her back, her violet eyes widening as she took in the sight of Elain in Azriel’s arms. “What happened?” she demanded, rushing toward him.

Azriel gently lowered Elain into her waiting arms, his hazel eyes dark, haunted. “Hybern took her,” he said tightly, his voice raw and rough with emotion. “Y/n… Y/n went after her Elain. She kept her safe until I could get there. Feyre—get her to the healers. Now.”

Feyre hesitated for just a moment, her gaze darting between Azriel and Elain, sensing something far worse in his tone. “Azriel—what about Y/n?”

He clenched his jaw, his wings twitching as if ready to launch himself back into the air immediately. “She stayed,” he said, his voice breaking just slightly. “She told me to go—to save Elain.” He shook his head sharply, his fists clenching. “She held Hybern’s soldiers back to I could fly. I had to leave her.”

Feyre’s eyes widened in horror. “What? No—”

“I have to go back,” Azriel said fiercely, his shadows flaring around him like a dark, living force. He turned sharply, already heading toward the command tent where Rhysand and Cassian were likely coordinating.

Azriel stormed into the command tent without waiting to be announced, his wings snapping open as his shadows spun wildly around him. Rhysand looked up from the war map, his violet eyes narrowing instantly at the look on Azriel’s face. Cassian, who had been standing nearby, froze, his brows knitting in immediate concern.

“Azriel?” Rhys demanded sharply, straightening. “What happened?”

Azriel didn’t stop as he closed the distance, his voice low and laced with devastation. “Hybern took Elain. Y/n went after her and kept her safe until I arrived. She sent me back with Elain, holding off the soldiers so I could fly.”

Cassian swore, his expression hardening. “Where’s Y/n now?”

Azriel swallowed thickly, his chest heaving as he struggled to find the words. “I had to leave her,” he choked out, his voice barely more than a whisper. “She told me to go. To save Elain. She stayed behind—she held them off.” He looked away, his jaw tight, his hands trembling faintly as his shadows coiled violently at his feet. “The bond snapped for her.”

The tent went still.

Rhysand’s face paled slightly, his violet eyes widening with shock. “The bond snapped for her? You mean – you already knew she was your mate, and you never told her?”

Azriel nodded, his voice hoarse. “Yes. I never told her.” He paused, the memory of her face burning into his mind—her wide, tear-filled eyes, the confusion, the love. “She looked at me… and she said, ‘You’re my mate.’”

Cassian cursed under his breath, pacing away before turning back, his face grim. “And you left her there?”

“I didn’t have a choice!” Azriel growled, spinning toward him, his voice raw with guilt and anger. “She told me to save Elain. Time was running out. I couldn’t fly without her holding the soldiers—” His voice cracked, and his wings sagged slightly as he whispered, “I told her I loved her. I told her I was coming back for her.”

Rhysand’s face paled, his shoulders tensing as the full weight of the situation settled in. “You’re telling me she could be dead? Or Hybern has her?”

Azriel’s jaw worked as he swallowed hard. “Yes.”

Cassian cursed under his breath, pacing a few steps before turning back sharply. “If they’ve taken her, it’s because they know who she is.”

Rhysand turned his gaze to the far horizon, his power curling around him like a storm held barely in check. “There’s too much at stake. If they know she’s my sister, they’ll…” He didn’t finish the thought.

Azriel’s gaze snapped up, his hazel eyes blazing. “She’s alive. I know she’s alive. I can feel her.” The bond, though faint, pulsed weakly in his chest, a thread he refused to let go of. “But we have to go back—now.”

Cassian looked away, his jaw tight, his face shadowed with grief.

Rhysand exhaled sharply, his jaw tight as his gaze flickered between Azriel and Cassian. “We’ll go,” he said, his voice firm, though there was an edge of unease to it. “We’ll go now.”

Azriel didn’t hesitate, turning on his heel and striding out of the tent, his wings flaring as he prepared to take off.

Rhysand followed closely behind, his voice carrying low and steady as he called out, “Cassian—rally who you can. We need to move fast.”

Cassian nodded and disappeared into the camp, barking orders as he went.

Azriel paused only long enough to glance skyward, his shadows twisting restlessly around him.

Hold on, Angel, he thought fiercely.

I’m coming back for you.

The bond pulsed faintly—so faintly he could barely feel it. But it was there. It was still there. He tugged it with everything he had so she would feel him. To know she was not alone.

And as he launched into the air with Rhysand and Cassian beside him, the only thing that filled his mind was her face—her voice—her tears as she had looked at him and whispered, You’re my mate.

He would find her.

Or he would burn the entire world to the ground trying.

******

Azriel POV

The clearing was suffocating in its silence, the chaos of battle now replaced by an eerie stillness.

The remnants of battle told a grim story: blood pooled in the center of the clearing, dark and viscous, staining the earth in a sickeningly large patch.

Scattered feathers, black and tattered, lay around the pool, some clumped together, others streaked with red.

Azriel’s breath caught in his throat, as his hazel eyes locked on the feathers. His shadows lashed out in panic, coiling around his feet as he staggered forward, his boots splashing in the blood.

His hazel eyes locked on the blood pooled in the center of the clearing. It was everywhere - dark and congealed, soaking the earth in a way that made it impossible to imagine anyone surviving such a loss.

And then Azriel saw it.

The sword.

Her sword.

It lay abandoned in the dirt, the blade stained red. The earth surrounding it was soaked with blood—so much blood—dark and drying in the ash.

Azriel’s breath caught painfully in his chest. His legs faltered, and he dropped to his knees beside the sword. His trembling fingers brushed over the hilt, his shadows curling protectively around it, as if it could somehow shield him from the truth.

Cassian landed heavily beside him, his breath coming in sharp bursts as his gaze swept over the devastation. He cursed softly under his breath, his hazel eyes wide and horrified. “Az…”

Rhysand descended more quietly, his violet eyes dark and calculating as he took in the scene. His posture was tense, his jaw tight, the telltale signs of his control slipping.

Azriel’s hands trembled as he held the hilt of her sword in his hand, his shadows curling and snapping with restless fury. He couldn’t move, couldn’t think, the bond between him and Y/n faint and fragile.

It pulsed weakly, like a flicker of light on the verge of going out, and it was tearing him apart.

Rhysand stepped forward, crouching near the blood. He dipped his fingers into it, testing its warmth, before rising to his full height. His face was grim as he looked at the pool, then at Azriel. “She’s lost too much blood,” he said quietly. “I don’t see how anyone could survive this.”

Azriel staggered, the words slamming into him like a physical blow. “No,” he said, his voice trembling. “No, she’s alive. She has to be.”

Cassian frowned, his brows drawing together as he looked between Azriel and Rhysand. “What happened, Az?” he asked, his voice steady but low. “What did you see when you left her?”

Azriel exhaled shakily. “She was fighting them—Hybern’s soldiers,” he said, his voice raw. “There were so many of them. She told me to save Elain, knowing I would not be fly if she didn’t hold them back. So, I did. I picked her up and flew. But before I left…” His voice faltered, his throat tightening as the memory clawed its way to the surface.

“Before you left?” Rhysand pressed, his violet eyes burning with intensity.

Azriel’s breathing was shallow, his chest heaving with the weight of his guilt. “

Cassian stepped closer, his broad frame tense as he placed a hand on Azriel’s shoulder. “Az, look at me,” he said firmly. “What happened before you flew away?”

Azriel shook his head, his shadows coiling around him in agitation. “I looked back,” he admitted, his voice cracking. “I saw them—ten, maybe more—surrounding her. She was fighting them off, but they overwhelmed her. I saw her fall. I saw them drag her to the ground.”

"And I left her," Azriel said, his voice rising with anguish. "I left her there. She told me to save Elain, but I shouldn't have—I should have stayed." He dropped the hilt of her sword, his hands clutching the blood-streaked earth as his body trembled. "I left her when she finally knew, when she finally... loved me back. And now she's-" His voice broke, and he lowered his head, unable to say the words.

Cassian’s hand tightened on Azriel’s shoulder, his hazel eyes darkening. “And the bond?” he asked carefully.

“It’s faint,” Azriel rasped, his voice breaking. “So faint I can barely feel her. She’s dying, Cassian. And I left her. I—” His words dissolved into a broken sob, his hands clutching the blood-streaked earth, grabbing her bloodied feathers in his hands.

Rhysand crouched beside him, his expression cold but not unkind. “We’ll find her,” he said firmly, his voice like steel. “Do you hear me, Azriel? We’re not giving up on her.”

Azriel lifted his head, his hazel eyes swimming with tears as he looked at Rhysand. “But what if we’re too late?” he whispered, his voice trembling. “What if—”

“Then we make sure they regret ever laying a hand on her,” Rhysand said, his voice dark with promise. “But we don’t give up. Not until we know.”

Cassian straightened, his wings flaring as he glanced at Rhysand. “Then we move quickly,” he said. “But not without a solid plan first.”

Rhysand nodded, his violet eyes blazing as he rose to his full height. “Agreed.”

Azriel forced himself to stand, his legs shaking as he clung to the faint, fragile hum of the bond. The image of her wide, panicked eyes, the way she had whispered “You’re my mate” as the bond snapped. It haunted him, driving him forward even as despair threatened to crush him.

******

Azriel POV

The camp was thick with tension as Rhysand, Cassian, and Azriel landed, their wings heavy and their faces etched with grim defeat. Night had fallen, the glow of distant fires casting faint shadows across the ground. Soldiers and members of the Inner Circle glanced their way as they landed, their expectant gazes quickly shifting to concern when they noticed the absence of Y/n.

Tarquin was waiting for them, but his usually composed and regal demeanor was shattered. He stood bloodied, his clothes torn and his face bruised, the aftermath of the battles he had fought to reach the camp. Despite his injuries, his sea-blue eyes blazed with fury and anguish as he stepped forward, his gaze quickly scanning the group.

“Where is my little sister?” Tarquin demanded, his voice raw and cutting through the tense air.

Rhysand stepped forward, his wings folding tightly against his back as he met Tarquin’s enraged gaze. “We couldn’t get to her in time,” he said, his voice low and grim. “Hybern’s forces had already moved out by the time we got back...they took her.”

Tarquin’s expression froze, his bloody face paling for a moment before twisting with rage and grief. He stepped towards Rhysand, his voice rising in a harsh, accusing shout. “You left her? You left her behind?”

“Tarquin—” Rhysand began, his tone steady but tense, but Tarquin cut him off.

“I trusted you!” Tarquin roared, his voice cracking with the force of his fury. “I trusted you to take care of her, Rhysand! And you—”

He turned, his furious gaze landing on Azriel, who stood as still as stone, his face pale and his hazel eyes hollow. “You were supposed to protect her. Where were you when she needed you?”

Azriel didn’t respond, his jaw tightening as his shadows swirled erratically around him, unable to contain the storm inside him. His hands trembled at his sides, clenched into fists, but he couldn’t bring himself to meet Tarquin’s furious gaze.

Tarquin’s voice broke with emotion as he turned back to Rhysand. “Do you know what they’ll do to her? Do you know what they’ll do to our little sister?”

Rhysand’s violet eyes burned as he met Tarquin’s gaze. “We will get her back,” he said firmly, his voice a low promise. “She’s not gone yet.”

“Not gone yet?” Tarquin repeated bitterly, his chest heaving with anger. “Do you understand what Hybern’s army does to their captives? She’s your little sister, Rhysand. She’s my baby sister. And now they have her. She is an Illyrian female AND The sister of two high lords. Do you know what they’ll do to her because of what she is? Because of who she is?”

“I understand the stakes. I understand what’s at risk. And I won’t stop until she’s back.” Rhysand said sharply, his wings flaring slightly as his tone cut through Tarquin’s tirade.

Tarquin’s gaze burned as he stared at Rhysand, his bloody hands trembling as he balled them into fists. After a long moment, he shook his head, his voice dropping into something colder, more threatening. “You’d better find her,” he said, his tone hard and brittle. “Because if you don’t, Rhysand, I won’t stop until I’ve made Hybern, his entire army—and you—pay for her life.”

Rhysand didn’t respond, his gaze unflinching. But for Azriel, Tarquin’s words carved deep into him. He wanted to say something, anything, but the guilt was suffocating. He remained silent, his shadows coiling tighter around him.

He turned and walked away, his shoulders trembling as he sought solitude. Once he was far enough from camp, his knees buckled, and he sank to the ground, his shadows wrapping around him like a shroud. In his shaking hands, he clutched a bloodied black feather, one torn from her wings during the fight. The blood stained his fingers as tears spilled down his face, his shoulders shaking violently.

His mate.

Taken from him.

The one he loved more than anything.

For him, the realization of love came in fits and starts—quiet, elusive moments that lodged in Azriel’s mind long before he acknowledged them for what they truly were.

He remembered the first inkling as a subtle warmth when he caught her in an unguarded moment: Y/n kneeling beside a little boy on the beach in Summer Court. The love in her eyes as she crafted sea creatures from the water, and the little boy squealing and clapping with pure joy. The sunlight wove through her hair, the light shining behind her making her appear ethereal. He’d chalked it up to admiration of her gentleness and beauty at the time, something distant and impersonal.

Then there was the touring of Velaris, not long after her arrival, talking of her mother and her past. The moment she let her guard down and let him in. Let him see the broken parts of her.

There was the first time he sparred with her, and she took down him down easily, pinning him to the ground, teasing him for being distracted. And the stroll down the riverbank, sharing secrets of her training.  The sun’s rays had caught glints of blue in the color of her wings and hair, her eyes dancing with mischief as she told him how she could read his movements before he made them. Azriel had stood beside her, impressed by her knowledge and her fire. She’d turned her head, eyes like the deep ocean, and smiled.

Just that: a small, unburdened smile.

It had felt as if the stars in the heavens overhead had shifted, somehow reorienting the world around that single gesture. He had dismissed the flush of warmth in his veins as simple admiration for her beauty—nothing more.

But those fleeting moments added up. They came to him in the long stretches of silence, drifting through his mind unbidden. The sound of her laugh, low and throaty, as she teased Cassian over some ridiculous jest. The fierce tilt of her chin when she stood her ground against Nesta in an impromptu sparring session—neither truly trying to win, each testing boundaries and learning trust. The gentle way she’d spoken to him late one night in the library, handing him a cup of tea with a quiet question in her eyes, as if ensuring he was well, that he was seen, that he was cared for.

He’d tried to ignore these small, vital signs. He had been fond of others before, after all. He told himself they were just impressions of a new friend, a trusted ally, someone who brought out the best parts of him—the parts he hardly dared believe still existed.

He had resisted the word love, afraid that it would transform all those gentle, stolen moments into something fraught, something demanding.

He was Azriel, the Spymaster.

He did not yearn, did not cling, did not bare his heart to another without fear of losing something vital.

Until today.

The day he lost her.

When he left her behind in Hybern’s clutches to rescue Elain, the magnitude of his feelings slammed into him. The guilt and regret he felt were not simply about failing at a mission or disappointing Rhysand. They cut deeper. They ripped something essential out of his chest, leaving an aching cavity where her presence had always flickered like a secret lantern in the dark.

Grief.

Heartbreak.

He missed her smile, the curve of her wings, the music of her laughter. He yearned for her safety as fiercely as he had ever longed for peace in the shadows of his own soul.

That was the truth he could no longer run from: it wasn’t just fate that tied them together, not merely the Cauldron’s decree that she was his mate.

It was the way her laughter drew him closer like gravity. It was the calm he found in her presence, the sense of being understood, forgiven, and cared for in ways no one else had managed. It was the staggering depth of rage and sorrow he felt now that she was gone, something that demanded he move the earth and sky to bring her back.

He loved her.

The realization settled into him as he watched her hold back soldiers to save him. Save Elain. It didn’t come as a sudden epiphany, but as the final, inevitable truth of all those gentle moments he had collected in his mind. A truth that he spoke as he rescued Elain and vowed to come back for her.

A truth that made him vow, with trembling conviction, that he would do anything—brave any danger, defy any order—to see her safe again. He would tear through every barrier between them to keep her at his side, to show her the tenderness he’d too long withheld, and to spend whatever years fate allowed them proving that he was worthy of the faith she had silently placed in him.

In loving her, he rediscovered some long-lost piece of himself, something he never dared to hope he could have. He realized his love for her had always been there, shimmering in the quiet, stolen glances and soft exchanges. He had simply never dared to name it.

Now, with her absence like a wound, he understood he would never be whole without her by his side.

His shadows curled closer now, as if sensing his torment and trying to comfort him. He would have snarled at them if he had the energy. There was no comfort to be found. He should have done more—been faster, cleverer. He should have risked himself further. If he had reached Y/n first, if he had stood guard over her while fending off those warriors, perhaps he could have coaxed Elain to run, to follow him. Perhaps he would have brought them both out safely.

What good was he if he could not save the one the Mother had chosen for him?

He remembered how he’d vowed silently after he had hurt her by pushing her away, again and again, that if she ever needed him, he would not hesitate.

And yet he had.

He had left her.

Now she was at Hybern’s mercy. Pain spiked like a blade in his chest at the thought of what they might do to her. He closed his eyes, jaw clenched tight, regret souring his mouth.

Azriel swallowed back a bitter taste, resolving that whatever price he had to pay, he would pay it. Whatever danger he had to face, he would face it. He would find her, bring her home, and beg forgiveness that he did not deserve. There would be no rest, no peace in him until he looked into her eyes again and saw understanding and absolution.

For now, there was only silence and guilt, thick as a blade pressed to his throat. He would carry this remorse like a burden, driving him forward into the next dawn, the next battlefield. Until he redeemed himself—or died trying.

Chapter 17

[eblocke]

Light of the Moon

Chapter 44

“Eris dropped, his leg kicking out and catching Azriel. His feet flew from under him, throwing him onto his back. The impact knocked the wind from him. He groaned rolling onto his side to relieve the pressure off his wings, couching in an attempt to catch his breath. “That wasn’t fair.”

Eris knelt in front of him, a grin plastered across his face. “Last I checked there were no rules.” He leaned forward, lifting Azriel’s chin and kissing him. “I’m from the Autumn Court Moon, we don’t play fair.”

Azriel sighed and laid back, watching Eris stand to get water. A grin spread across his face before he tripped Eris and caused him to fall beside him. Azriel could not help but laugh, Eris’ laughter beginning to mix with his. He turned his head to watch him, to see the joy painted across his mate’s face. It was a simple moment like this that made their love grow. Neither needed grand gestures of love, proclamations, or actions. All they needed was the small smiles, the short laughs, and intimate moments where the world that had beaten them down and attempted to break them melted away. It was their laugh that reminded Azriel that they made it through. Each time they were pushed past their breaking point they had made it through to these small moments.

Azriel turned to him, draping himself over Eris and kissing him. “I never said that I played fair either.”

Eris still chuckled against his lips, his hands resting on Azriel’s shoulders.”

Thank you so so much @capricule for the AMAZING art work. Honestly that doesn't even describe this. If you want a incredibly nice person, extremely talented, and over all hard working and enthusiastic person to do your art this is them!! I will definitely be going back next time I want a commissioned art piece!! As for now I just want to say thank you Capricule!!

I am so excited that this is finished. I couldn't be more happy with the finished artwork. Every bit of detail and the characters appearance was captured perfectly. I never thought they would end up being so close to how I envisioned them. All expectations were blown out of the water and I couldn't be happier.

Details:

If you have read Light of the Moon you may notice a few small things.

- Eris and Lucien’s bargain mark on Eris’ chest

- Eris’ traumatic past with Beron evident by the scars on his side/back

- Azriel and Eris’ mating ceremony ring on Azriel’s hand

- The few pieces of jewelry Eris had Azriel start wearing again

- The shoes only covering Eris’ feet due to…well I can't spoil that

I just can't express how thankful and thrilled I am with this art work.

Characters belong to Sarah J Maas

[flippinpancakes64]

Could you do the cullens with a mate who is a painter?

The Cullens with a Painter! Reader

I haven’t painted in YEARS omg, I moved to using my iPad a couple of years ago but I still remember the basics so here we go

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

He’s also an artistic person

So he understands what drives you to create

His favorite thing to do is to play the piano while you paint

It just makes him feel so warm inside

He loves watching you paint as well

It’s so fascinating to watch what you see in your mind and then as you translate it onto the canvas

And he loves your artwork

He hangs it up all over the walls in his room

Genuinely thinks you should enter in a contest

Alice:

She loves your artwork so much

It’s so fascinating to her how you can just conjure up something so amazing

She also loves to buy you new paints and canvases

Every time she’s out buying new clothes or something she sees a new paint and she’s like “ooh that color’s pretty”

Keeps every single thing you make for her

Loves watching you work

She doesn’t care if she’s being creepy

She just loves you and wants to hang out

Jasper:

He’s fascinated and enamored by your emotional state when you work

He loves when you paint faces because your mind flickers to whatever emotion you’re trying to convey on the paper

It’s a very interactive experience for him

He almost likes tuning in to your mind more than your actual artwork

But he does obviously love your paintings

He does whatever you want him to

You need a life model? Well it’s a good thing he can stay still for hours

Want more paint? He already has his car keys in his hand

Rosalie:

She used to be really into painting and drawing

But she always thought she was bad at it so she just stopped

So when you come around she falls in love with it again

She wants you to teach her everything

She’s always hard on herself

She thinks her stuff is never as good as yours

But she loves painting with you

She can almost overlook her own hatred for her artwork

And yes she hangs up everything that you make in her garage

Emmett:

I don’t think he’s a very artsy person

Unless you want to call the fact that he can gut and skin a bear in less than 30 seconds an art form

But he can appreciate good art

So when he sees some of your paintings for the first time he is blown away

“You made these? Like actually? That’s so fucking sick”

Proudly displays anything you give him

You doodled on a paper during school and he stuck it in the front pocket of his binder

And he tells everyone who asks exactly where it came from

Esme:

She’s a painter

I don’t make the rules I just follow them

All of the artwork currently hanging up in the Cullen house is her work

And yes she’s very proud of the grad cap piece

So she is so excited when she finds out you also love to paint

Two peas in a pod

Painting dates are a must

And she is more than happy to take down some of her stuff to make room for yours

You don’t even need to ask

Carlisle:

I feel like he’s a jack of all trades

He’s been around long enough I sure hope he knows how to do everything at least a little bit

But he’s nowhere near as good as you

He’s so proud that his SO is such a talented artist

He convinces the clinic to hang up a couple of your pieces in the boring exam rooms

People compliment them all the time and he tells them exactly who made them

Don’t ever worry about buying art supplies ever again btw

Vampire! Bella:

I don’t remember if she ever drew during the books or movies, but she just screams art kid to me

She had a phase in middle school, thought she sucked so she stopped

So she’s astonished when she sees what you make

“I couldn’t make that even if Van Gogh himself taught me”

She loves watching you work

It’s so calming to her

If she could sleep, she would fall asleep watching you

[glossamerfaerie]

I have this headcanon that Nesta’s pegasus** DOES NOT like Cassian. Her pegasus is definitely a black stallion and super aggressive with Fae men, but absolutely adores Nesta and her friends. He’ll allow mane braiding, petting, spoiling with apples and sugar cubes, etc. He’s an absolute sweetheart with the Valkyries, Priestesses, Nyx, and the Archeron sisters.

But Cassian? No, sir. The Pegasus will not let Cassian *breathe* safely. Lots of growling and snorting whenever Cassian is within ten feet. He WILL bite if Cassian attempts to stroke his mane. Even the delicious sugar cubes won’t help Cassian; the Pegasus simply glowers disdainfully and ignores until someone else offers the treat. Cassian is very sad about this.

Nesta does not improve matters by being EXTRA affectionate toward her Pegasus whenever Cassian is around. Or by going on long flights without Cassian whenever Nesta wants alone time. Or by saying things like “you’re my favorite black-haired winged-creature to ride.” This last one is Cassian’s breaking point; he storms out of training while Gwyn, Azriel, and Emerie collapse with laughter. Cassian is especially bitter that the Pegasus has warmed up to Azriel, so he can’t even pretend that the Pegasus has a problem with Illyrians. To rub salt in the wound, Gwyn’s Pegasus *loves* Az (shadow-petting is extremely useful when Gwyn is busy).

Things do change eventually. There’s some battle or conflict (idk just imagine something bloody). And of course Cassian, the overprotective brute, sees a sneak attack from behind and lunges to protect his mate mid-air. The attacker plummets and dies in a very painful manner.

After watching Cassian’s actions, the Pegasus decides that perhaps Cassian deserves Some Rights after all. He still won’t allow prolonged petting or Cassian to sit on him (in his defense, do you want a large Illyrian brute to sit on you? Don’t answer that). But the Pegasus will allow occasional pets and sugary tweets.

Nesta has been publicly amused by this saga for a while but also secretly worried that her two males can’t get along. So the new peace is a big relief to her. She also doesn’t *want* to always fly without company. Alone time is nice, but do you know what’s nicer? Racing with Cassian to see who can reach their destination faster. Nesta loves flying with her two favorite males.

(However, Nesta still maintains that Cassian is her *second* favorite black-haired winged-creature to ride. The man’s ego is dangerous if left unchecked)

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** The Pegasus colors are inspired by this amazing artwork that lives rent-free in my brain. I’m sure that Nesta is black, Gwyn is white, and Emerie is brown/gold. Not sure about the genders of the other Pegasus — I think Gwyn has a mare but I’m unsure about Emerie.

[voidpidgeon]

The last months I have been working in collaboration with @diggingfordragons one doing some illustration for her Space AU fic! (there was a big bang involved at some point but uuhhh) I will be posting the other artworks I made as they publish new chapters!

Please eviscerate her with kindness from me, she has been working so very hard on it, and it turned out amazing!

Summary:

“He’s our soul-mate!” George hisses. “He’s a criminal,” Sapnap hisses right back, wide eyed. “You don’t know that,” George says with a haughty sniff. That would work better if not for the looming space-raft in front of them. Sapnap flatly looks at the high obsidian walls, tall and foreboding. On its side, in tall, blocky letters carved out of glowstone, the words Pandora Vault - High Security Prison Raft stare back at him. George presses his lips tight together, but doesn’t falter. “That doesn’t mean anything,” he says.

Or When George comes into his life with visions of a divine quest, Sapnap signs up for fun and adventures. Maybe even love. And, it seems, breaking their third soulmate out of the most secure prison of the Galaxy.

Go check it out here!

[simpfordemetri]

Volturi reaction to reader dressing up as the Dracula for Halloween!!!

VOLTURI GUARDS X DRACULA COSTUME

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ALEC

He was on duty watching the door tower to protect the Kings wifes ,and actually he was almost done ,only a few hours left

But suddenly he heard your laugh and your horrendous try of hiding it

And there you are,wearing a cape,fake fangs and fake blood coming down your mouth,as you pretended to have claws and jumping onto him while letting out a growl mixed with your laugh

And of course he catched you but he was literally shocked because his mate was finally loosing their mind and oh my god

JANE

As her brother,she has mixed reactions

To shocked,to a little smile on her face to confused again

She will explain that Dracula did in fact not exist cause she take things a bit too literally

So you have to grab her face and give her and soft peck on the lips while whispering to her to have a bit fun

Somehow you got her to call you Miss/Mister Dracula all day

Not infront of the King tho and she would love if you keep your amazing ass off of the throne room

DEMETRI

HELL YEAAAAHHHH

HIS LITTLE DRACULA HUMAN MATE

He literally picks you up and go show all the castle how CUTE you look because you are an artwork and deserves to be put in a museum

Only Felix is allow to laugh at you when he sees you,otherwise he would throw hands with any guards

Now he wants to be Dracula too

He already have the fangs (does he)so he bet he can do better

FELIX

Anddddd he loves you just for this

He is laughing his ass off and probably all the castle is hearing it

Try to put into words how ridiculous but also sweet you look but he just stutters because of the laugh

He will tease you for it for YEARS

“Maybe we have to leave you in Transilvania with the Romanian coven uhm?”

Thats what Jane said and thats why Felix throwed her across the room for the first time ever

HEIDI

She wants her costume too

Why didnt you bring one?Matching costumes?

Now she is pouting because why you thought it was a good idea to make this alone

No she does not care if its a just for the vibe she wants the match and wants it now

Probably ends up going out at night with you in your silly little Dracula costumes and have fun

Making out in the middle of the streets while you refuse to take out of your mouth the fake fangs

[ofmdrecaps]

08/30/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Baby, Baby, Baby Day; Taika Waititi; Samba Schutte; Lindsey Cantrell; Nathan Foad; Samson Kayo; Nominations; FanSpotlight: Our Flag Means Fanfiction; Citizen Dame; Love Notes

== Baby, Baby, Baby Day ==

For those of you not already aware, 08/30/2024 was the 1 year anniversary of this beautiful teaser for Season 2 and David had shared it on his twitter.

Source: David Jenkins Twitter

You may recall, our friends over at @adoptourcrew requested that we flood social media on 08/30/2024 and send some love and try to get OFMD trending.

= Trends =

The final result caught this morning by our friend @jodegg was 30.7K (and David shared it with love)

Source: David Jenkins Twitter

There apparently was some help from some bots-- which who are we to complain! Thanks for catching MerakiRetreat (one of the coolest, sweetest folks btw).

Source: Meraki Retreat's Twitter

Apparently Twitter gave us a special trend name! (OFMD Baby Anniversary!) Thank you Ashley for catching this, this is priceless!

Source: Seven_Sugars Twitter

Source: Seven Sugars Twitter

Samba joined in on the festivities!

Source: Samba Schutte's Instagram Stories

== Permanent Ink ==

Several crew mates also wanted to share their beautiful permanent ink, inspired by or from the show! Thank you so much to all our wonderful crewmates who were kind enough to allow me to share this beautiful artwork <3

Source: mans41469295's Twitter

Source: Tiarne's Twitter

Source: Shaney's Twitter

Source: Pogo's Twitter

Source: NDKiwi's Twitter

Source: Ofmdframes Twitter

Source: OrphanedNebula Twitter

David made a thread of the wonderful shared permanent ink here!

He also made a sweet note and mentioned the #'s.

Source: David Jenkin's Twitter

One thing David DID want to mention though, since he mentioned the numbers were there, our crew mentioned Casey Bloys-- and he did have something to say. Take that as you will. (Sounds like we should focus the Schadenfreude on Zaslav)

Source: David's Twitter

Our friendly neighbourhood Honk Weather Control Center made a special Honk for the day!

Source: HonkForcast Twitter

I think that covers a good chunk of it. So many great things happened-- thanks to all who participated, it was phenomenal! Great job Crew!

= Taika Waititi =

Happy Anniversary to Eagle vs Shark! Taika's first feature film!

Source: NZOnScreen's Instagram

== Nathan Foad ===

One of Nathan's other works-- a short called Dope Fiend, has been selected for this years Official Selection at Aesthetica Short Film Festival <3

Source: SunGazerProduction's Instagram

Another sneaky shot of Nathan this past week <3

Source: WowGoose Instagram

= Samba Schutte =

Samba out with his folks <3

Source: Samba's Instagram

== Linds Cantrell ==

Linds, our amazing set designer, sharing teasers of some of her current works!

Source: Linds Cantrell's Instagram

== Samson Kayo ==

Lastly for the Cast & Crew tonight, I want to send so many heartfelt condolences to our dear Samson, his father passed away recently. I questioned whether I should share this or not because it's so personal, but I thought it would be appropriate to ask that if you have a moment, please send Samson some love in this hard time.

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== Nominations ==

So this is a couple days old, I apologize, our friends over at @adoptourcrew found some new nominations you can vote on for OFMD and Vico! (Yes it says Sci-Fi show-- which is a bit odd but hey whatever, not gonna complain it's getting recognition!)

Source: Adopt Our Crew Twitter

== Fan Spotlight ==

Running out of images for tonight so this'll be brief again, I'll try to catch up tomorrow with more fan spotlights!

= Our Flag Means Fanfiction =

Our lovely crewmates over at Our Flag Means Fanfiction will be doing a new Gay Pirate News Hour covering the latest in OFMD Fandom News on their Youtube! No start dates yet, but keep an eye out!

Source: Our Flag Means Fanfiction's Instagram

= Citizen Dame =

Citizen Dame is covering "This Is Happening" this week! The OFMD coverage is just for Patreon subscribers, so if you're a subscriber head on over and check it out!

Source: Citizen Dame Instagram

== Love Notes ==

Hey there lovelies. I'm hoping that life is treating you kindly. It was so very nice to see everyone have such a great day on the 30th. I know how hard it's been since the cancellation for so many folks, so it's beautiful to see so many people having so much fun-- and seeing David participate!

I wanted to suggest, if you haven't gotten a chance to-- this would be a great time to rewatch OFMD. I know a lot of folks have watched it a lot.. and others haven't had the heart to do so after the cancellation. I can't tell you how cathartic watching it again has been. I've watched it over and over again.. and every time I get to experience the joy and wonder of this positively beautiful show we got to share. If you're not ready though, please don't feel bad. Grief takes a long time to cope with...and if you need support, lean on your crew. Everyone is experiencing grief differently, but we're all here together. What we got was a stunning work of art, that if we don't get an s3 is imperfectly perfect in it's own way. It's what brought so many of us together. It inspired so much wonderful art, fic, gifs, friendships, meta, kindness, confidence, and love. It boosted some of our lovely cast & crew, and gave us a place to grow together. If we DO get an s3 one day, it'll be yet another chapter to this exquisite book of queer joy.

I hope you're getting some rest lovelies, be kind to yourself today if you can <3

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[hd-wireless]

📻🎶 H/D WIRELESS 2024 - ANON MASTERLIST AND GUESSING GAME!

It’s time for the list! And for some numbers! And a wee game!

This year’s Wireless has (as always) some impressive numbers for you. Everyone, the Wireless 2024 stats:

33 days of posting

45 works in total

6 artworks

2 art and fic combos

34 fics

3 podfics

And a total of 758,934 words!

We mods can’t thank each and everyone of you enough! Without every single one of our participants and readers this fest wouldn’t be possible. Thank you for being here and showing support to the amazingly talented people we had participating this year. ❤️

You have one week until we reveal the names of all our amazing creators, and what better way to spend it than catching up with the works you might have missed and playing our fun guessing game!

Guessing Game: ❓ Can you work out who created what?? Click this link to access the form and have your guess. The more correct guesses you make the more points you get, and we even award points for wrong answers so you might as well try guessing them all! Don’t forget to read the instructions!!! The winner will be announced at Reveals.🏆

And why not have another listen to our prompted songs for the works we post before the reveals next week:  

Click here for Spotify (many thanks to @evaeleanor for helping us out there) ❤️ And here for the YouTube playlist.

🎶 H/D Wireless Art 🎶

📻 Fly Away with Me Tonight? [Gen, Digital Art]

🎵 Song Prompt: Levitating by Dua Lipa  🎵Summary: A chance meeting, an invitation to dance

📻 ghost (might as well be gone) [Gen, Digital ]

🎵 Song Prompt: Might as Well Be Gone by Pixies  🎵 Summary: Draco Malfoy retired from the Auror force and left England a decade ago, but he still receives the Daily Prophet. Today’s issue provides closure on the one case he was never able to officially solve.

📻 MY FRIENDS SAY I SHOULDN'T SEE YOU ANYMORE [T, Digital Art ]

🎵 Song Prompt: bad idea right? by Olivia Rodrigo  🎵 Summary: Both Draco's and Harry's friends don't approve of their little... dalliance. But it's so hard to stay away from each other! Could this be a bit more than just casual?

📻 He Did IT! [Not Rated, Digital Art]

🎵 Song Prompt: No Body, No Crime by Taylor Swift   🎵 Summary: Harry: I think he did it but I just can't prove it, 'Mione!!  Hermione: And, what exactly did he do, Harry?  Harry: I-, I don't know! Something! He has to! It feels weird every time I look at him!!  Hermione: .....  Ron: ......  Ron: Mate...  *****  Or, it's sixth year and Malfoy is definitely up to something! Why else would Harry's heart beat so fast every time the stupid git so much as looks at him!?!

📻 A Quiet Life [T, Digital art]

🎵 Song Prompt: A Quiet Life by Teho Teardo & Blixa Bargeld  🎵 Summary: After their relationship becomes public knowledge; after being hounded by the paparazzi; after Draco says enough is enough and leaves London; Harry’s more than happy to follow.  After all, a quiet life is all he’s ever wanted.

📻 The Shape I found you in [Not Rated, Digital art]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'The Shape I found you in' by 'Girlyman'  🎵 Summary: But your heart was busy within,  Building bomb shelters under your skin.  That's the shape I found you in

🎶 H/D Wireless Fic and Art 🎶

📻 Trade My Heart For Honey [M, 64.170, Digital Watercolour]

🎵 Prompt: Water Under The Bridge by Adele  🎵 Summary: A Witch who thinks she’s a Seer, a Seer who thinks she’s a Witch, a former nemesis-turned-something-turned-acquaintance who thinks they could be friends, and a Scottish village full of Muggles who think this is as much their business as the fair folk in the woods. Draco is going to prove them all wrong.

📻 Thunder [E, 11,325, digital]

🎵 Song Prompt: "Dreams" by Fleetwood Mac  🎵 Summary: Harry and Ginny are on a break. Harry and Ginny don’t want anyone to know. Harry assumes Ginny is fucking their way through their Quidditch team. Harry punches Draco Malfoy in the face in his free time. Harry considers this a perfectly reasonable coping mechanism. Harry figures that as long as he keeps everything the way that it is, that everything will stay the same, and nothing bad will happen, and Ginny will stay with him, and Malfoy will keep quietly visiting his dreams.

🎶 H/D Wireless Fic 🎶

📻 You're on Your Own, Kid [E, 44.274] 

🎵 Song Prompt: You're on Your Own, Kid by Taylor Swift  🎵 Summary: In August of 1998, Draco leaves behind everything he’s ever known. With the help of two middle-aged lesbians, a Muggle bookshop, and a new best friend, Draco’s future is finally looking up. That is, until Harry Potter wanders back into his life a year later, undoing everything Draco has worked towards.  Or, a tale about healing, forgiveness, and living for no one but yourself.

📻 Heartbeat [E, 22,791]

🎵 Prompt: Heartbeat by Childish Gambino  🎵 Summary: Harry hates Draco, and Draco hates him in return. Only it's not hate, not even a little bit. Featuring: a cooperative independent study, golden hour on wrecked sheets, strawberries in the summer at Grimmauld Place, water from fountains of (dubious) origin, purple Mardi Gras beads, and a bird with silly legs.  Also featuring: heated arguments, infidelity, unquenchable desire, and heartbreak. Over and over again.

📻 Long for Bliss! [E, 9,400]

🎵 Song Prompt: This Must Be It by Röyksopp  🎵 Summary: Harry has a tough decision to make: take the blue pill or the red pill. He chooses a pink one instead and throws caution to the wind. What blows back comes in the form of a blond fallen angel that talks like he’s the Devil and moves like he’s fucking.  Or: Harry tries MDMA for the first time and unexpectedly encounters a mysteriously captivating Draco at KOKO London.

📻 Going Down Swinging [E, 4,661 ] 

🎵 Song Prompt: Hello Mudduh, Hello Fadduh! by Allan Sherman  🎵 Summary: “Who are you?” he asked, feeling around for a truly abominable pair of glasses he fixed firmly above his nose.  “I’m Draco,” he answered. “Draco—” He paused. It wasn’t that he couldn’t remember; it was that the memory wasn’t there.

📻 The Most He’s Ever Said [E,16,431]

🎵 Song Prompt: One of Your Girls by Troye Sivan  🎵 Summary: It takes them twenty years.

📻 Draco Malfoy’s Guide to Seduction (DISCLAIMER: not guaranteed to work on one HJ Potter) [M, 11,107 ]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'Push the button' by 'Sugababes'  🎵 Summary: Harry's gorgeous. Draco wants him.  Draco's exasperatedly trying to get him to get. the. message.

📻 karma is a (cat) [E, 8,714 ]

🎵 Song Prompt: Karma by Taylor Swift  🎵 Summary: Draco knew that his karma would come one to him one day and make him pay for all the mistakes he made during the war.  But he didn’t expect for it to have four legs, white whiskers, and a soft bushy tail.

📻 Kiss and Tell [E, 27,786 ]

🎵 Song Prompt: Kiss and Tell by Bryan Ferry  🎵 Summary: Sometimes, Harry really fucking hated being himself. All he wanted was to be left alone. That, and someone to share his life with. Was that too much to ask? Apparently so.  When Harry’s sex-life was plastered across the front page of the Daily fucking Prophet, he decided to get away until it all died down. Unfortunately, trouble had always known how to find him.  Would it be possible to forgive the unforgivable?

📻 When the Flood Comes [E, 10,340]

🎵 Song Prompt: Eat Your Young by Hozier  🎵 Summary: Nine years on from the war, Auror Potter is upholding the Ministry of Magic's rule of law.  Senior legal counsel Draco Malfoy is challenging it.  And absolutely nothing is as it seems.

📻 Never Getting Over You [E, 4,396]

🎵 Prompt: Attention by Charlie Puth  🎵 Summary: Harry finally gets the push he needs to fight for what he's lost after a breakup that no one wanted.

📻 Mermaid [E, 3,000]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'Mermaids' by Florence and The Machine  🎵 Summary: “Your magic,” Harry says. “It’s gone.”  “It’s a curse,” Draco says, sounding wry. “Courtesy of Aunt Bellatrix. Disown a Black, and you’ll take their magic away, too. Even if their family name is Malfoy.” “What could bring your magic back?” Draco laughs in his ear. “True love’s kiss," he murmurs. And then he turns in Harry’s arms.

📻 Us, infinite (unfortunately) [E, 77,287 ]

🎵 Song Prompt: All Things End by Hozier  🎵 Summary: It’s very fitting for how Harry’s life has gone thus far that he gets trapped in a time loop without rhyme, reason, or warning.  To make matters infinitely worse, the one other person stuck on the same hellish chronological ride is Draco Malfoy, git extraordinaire.

📻 I made loving you a blood sport (so let's play) [E, 3,032]

🎵 Song Prompt: Blood Sport by Sleep Token  🎵 Summary: They sat in an odd kind of silence, comfortable in its discomfort. In the predictability of its recklessness. The thing between them was as palpable as the thick smoke in the air, consumed with every breath, and likely just as bad for them.

📻 Everything that can go wrong will go wrong [T, 5,178]

🎵 Song Prompt: If You Were Mine by Leon Bridges and Miranda Lambert  🎵 Summary: “You can move in with me!”  Shit. Apparently there was still a possibility to make a fool out of himself to his crush despite his best efforts at minimizing contact. Draco and Andromeda looked at him in record speed, showing their own expressions of confusion. Maybe at his appearing out of nowhere, maybe at his panting that made it seem like he just ran a marathon for some reason, or maybe at his abrupt and impulsive suggestion. Shit. Teddy wasn’t even here to take off the edge—Harry was completely alone in this one.  After a pause, Draco fully turned to him with a manner that definitely showed his opinion of how stupid Harry was, and asked, “What?”

📻 Antelucan Ruins [E, 29,453] 

🎵 Song Prompt: Ghost by Justin Bieber  🎵 Summary: From the bloody Prophet, Draco discovers Harry Potter’s death splashed in grey ink printed on the front page. Potter is dead before Draco gets to see him again to fulfil a half-spoken promise. And yet, these days Draco has the power to bend the world to his heart’s desires, and that includes fucking Harry Potter even after he personally saw Potter’s pale, lifeless body lying in a coffin before it got buried under the soil. —  "Do you realise that you're just as pathetic and insane? You're so hung up on the idea of me that you'd fuck a ghost, Malfoy. You risked your life for it."  Draco puts an arm around Potter's body, "Whoever says I am sane? Certainly not me. It's calculated risk with more success rate than failure. And you are dead, Potter. You refuse to move on to the next realm because you crave for my cock."

📻 I've Been There (sitting in that same chair) [Gen, 2,212]

🎵 Song Prompt: The Village by Wrabel  🎵 Summary: People keep knocking on Draco’s door. Draco just wants to read his book (he doesn’t mind, really).  Or: Draco gets to be the supportive queer person he’d wished for when he was younger.

📻 Lonely Rivers [M, 7,370]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'Unchained Melody' by 'The Righteous Brothers'  🎵 Summary: Six years after the end of the war, Harry takes care of Teddy Lupin and has started to learn guitar. Hermione negotiates with foreign powers. Draco's a trainee Healer with a glam karaoke routine. And when Ron and Parvati decide to get married, they find a job for everyone...

📻 How to Begin [E, 8,478]

🎵 Song Prompt: Blush by Orville Peck  🎵 Summary: Harry is completely, pathetically besotted with his flatmate, Draco. Fuelled by liquid courage, he finally makes his move when he's absolutely sozzled. What could possibly go wrong?

📻 Oneiros [E, 13,125]

🎵 Song Prompt: Enter Sandman by Metallica  🎵 Summary: When contact with a weird vase traps Harry in his nightmares, it's Unspeakable Draco Malfoy's task to rescue him. In order to do so, he will have to face his past and his family history and win a duel of wits against a Morpheus and try to be better than his father each step of the way...

📻 Say When [E, 24,545]

🎵 Song Prompt: Undisclosed Desires by Muse 🎵 Summary: When Auror Harry Potter is sent in undercover to determine if Draco Malfoy is laundering money through his BDSM club, will he be able to keep up the ruse and close the case? Or, more to the point, will he keep from falling in love?

📻 crawlin' helpless on the floor [M, 1,525]

🎵 Song Prompt: Cure For Pain by Morphine  🎵 Summary: It doesn't take much to torment a man when he's three broken contracts away from being out of a job and down a newspaper.

📻 Hell is the talkin' type [E, 7,309]

🎵 Song Prompt: Dinner and Diatribes by Hozier  🎵 Summary: “Morgana, I need a drink,” Draco sighs. “Why did I let you convince me to participate in this torture again?”  Harry chuckles. “Because I’m your husband, and you love me?” he offers.  “Bah. Remind me not to let myself be so sentimental next time.”

📻 Mr Blue Sky [E, 69,024]

🎵 Song Prompt: ‘Mr. Blue Sky’ by ‘Electric Light Orchestra’  🎵 Summary: Mr Blue Sky, please tell us why, you had to hide away for so long...   After five years, Malfoy had finally escaped house arrest, and he moved in just a few streets down from Grimmauld Place. Overnight, the Daily Prophet seemed to fall in love with him. For his charity work, and his charming smile, and—Harry was sure—his prattish fucking personality. No matter how hard Harry tried, he couldn't stop running into him.  He had bigger problems, though. His best friends in the world were having a baby together, which was fantastic, except that they weren't sure he could hold it together well enough to be Godfather.  But despite being flat broke, with a dead dad, and no one willing to risk hiring him, Malfoy appeared to be completely in control of the narrative surrounding his newfound freedom. Maybe Harry could learn a thing or two from the best of the best.  After all, he had the entire pregnancy to convince Ron and Hermione he was perfectly, entirely, 100% fine. If sometimes he had to fistfight Malfoy about it, well, that was nothing new.

📻 'tis the damn season [M, 2,892]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'tis the damn season by Taylor Swift  🎵 Summary: He doesn’t know why the universe seems to keep placing him in Potter’s proximity every time he returns to London. He doesn’t know how they keep falling into bed, every year, like clockwork.  Draco has tried not to question it.

📻 Tecum Ad Astra [M, 3,257]

🎵 Song Prompt: Levitating by Dua Lipa  🎵 Summary: It's Friday night and Harry Potter is relaxing with a good book in front of a crackling fire.  But he should be at the club.

📻 Music to my ears [E, 13,190]

🎵 Song Prompt: River flows in You, Yiruma  🎵 Summary: Harry is completely captivated by the beautiful music played on a street piano at a park in Cambridge. He is, however, unprepared for whom the pianist turns out to be.

📻 Pancakes for Dinner [T, 2,176]

🎵 Song Prompt: Pancakes for Dinner by Lizzie McAlpine  🎵 Summary: Draco’s on a trip to visit Harry in his new city at his new job. He’s not brave enough to say how he really feels.

📻 Seasons [E, 9,314]

🎵 Song Prompt: Águas de Março (Waters of March) by Antônio Carlos Jobim  🎵 Summary: Seconds pass, and it’s like he can see Draco worrying the sliver of glass in his heart, looking for a way to press it out, to expose the wound to the sun. It’s life; Harry can be patient.

📻 Two Houses [E, 11,498]

🎵 Song Prompt: Social Cues by Cage the Elephant  🎵 Summary: Two households, both alike in... meddling Floo connections, apparently?  Draco Malfoy is a highly professional and well-respected Ministry official, with a demanding schedule, a loving son, and—through no fault of his own—a faulty Floo connection that keeps regurgitating the Minister for Magic through his fireplace.

📻 Perpetual Motion, Perpetual Sound [E, 51,165]

🎵 Song Prompt: Perpetual Motion, Perpetual Sound by Lovers  🎵 Summary: Harry Potter can’t sleep.

📻 Closing Time [E, 18,406]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'Closing Time' by 'Semisonic'  🎵 Summary: Draco’s been invited to Neville’s stag party in Bristol, and he's confident he knows what to expect. There’ll be too many Gryffindors, for starters, plus a few humiliating team-building activities, some dodgy clubs, and a truly preposterous level of alcohol consumption.  But… a drunken Harry Potter climbing into Draco's bed when he’s having a wank?  No, he definitely didn't see that coming...

📻 every scrap of you (you left them all to me) [E, 54,191]

🎵 Song Prompt: marjorie by taylor swift  🎵 Summary: Twelve years on from the war, Harry finds himself in an endless cycle of bedding Draco Malfoy, and waking up alone. Desperate to understand why Draco won't give him a chance to be something more, he commits to courting the slippery blond git.  But there's a reason Draco can't fall for him, and Harry will go to the darkest depths to change that.

📻 What are you doing Sunday, baby? [M, 12,034]

🎵 Song Prompt: Disco 2000 by Pulp  🎵 Summary: Draco needs a respectable husband to strengthen his reputation before his in-laws try to take Scorpius from him. Who better than his ex, the independently wealthy, out and proud single father, Harry Potter?

📻 Too Good At Raising Hell [E, 87,462]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'Too Good At Raising Hell' by 'The Struts'  🎵 Summary: When Harry Potter walks into Draco’s nightclub looking like trouble, Draco can’t stop staring. He really ought to train his dick not to react so enthusiastically to red flags, but where would be the fun in that?

🎶 H/D Wireless Podfic 🎶

📻 [Podfic] Move, move [T, 54:30 ]

🎵 Song Prompt: Bar Italia by Pulp 🎵 Summary: She grabbed Harry’s hand, slipping something small into it and pressing his fingers around it.  “Dilectio. It’ll cheer you up. Make you feel like dancing.”  Harry gaped at her. Drugs. Ginny’s fucking giving me drugs?  At Stasis nightclub Ginny does indeed give Harry drugs. But it's all good: Malfoy looks after Harry, and Harry grapples with newfound enlightenments, not to mention a newfound fascination with all things Malfoy—one which persists even when he finds out what Malfoy's up to.

📻 [Podfic] A Different Kind of Meaning by p1013 [E, 01:42:57]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'Outnumbered' by Dermot Kennedy  🎵 Summary: The ceiling doesn't hold any answers, but there are cobwebs scattered across the corners with shadows tangled in their threads. The rug against his back is rough and scratchy, threadbare and devoid of colours other than various shades of brown. Harry takes it all in, absorbs the dingy and depressed state of his home. There's a pointed moment of decision, a note about to be played, a silence about to end, and then he rolls to his feet and sets to cleaning.  It's the first constructive thing he's done in years.

📻 [Podfic] Case of You [Et, 11:48:56]

🎵 Song Prompt: Case of You by Joni Mitchell  🎵 Summary: Draco was doing just fine working as an Unspeakable in Paris, hanging out with his living and ghostly pals, inventing new spells, and definitely not thinking about Potter. Then, Lucius just had to break out of prison and turn his world upside down.  Now, Draco has to return to England, where he is forced to confront how family ties bind us—and one infuriatingly fit Harry Potter.

[thefaithfulnightwriter]

𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 ~ Chapter Two

Summary - 𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 a female who has been through so much in the clutches of Amarantha. Finds herself being freed she finds herself changed. She's more powerful and was now very unique in her own way. Starting a new life she finds it's hard and feels somewhat lost. But it all changes for her when she finds she has a mate. She soon suddenly feels less lost and finds a home in his arms.

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𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 Azriel finds himself lonely. He was lonelier than ever, even in a room filled with his found family. He couldn't seem to rid himself of such feelings. It was a feeling that was threatening to swallow him whole. That is until he meets her, his mate. Azriel soon finds himself feeling less lonely and happier than he's ever been. And it was all because of her.

Pairing - Azriel x Female!Oc

Universe - A Court of Thorns and Roses

Warnings - Characters may be a bit OOC, Mature Themes, Semi Smut, Violence, Language, Mention of Past Abuse, Mentions of War, Fluff, Angst, Some Sensitive Subjects, Mating Bonds, Scars, Experimentation, More Will Be Added If Needed.

Disclaimer - I do not own the series ACOTAR. I do own certain characters, and I own my mc. I do own somethings that are made up. And i own my writing and whatnot you get where im going and what i am saying lol.

A few days have passed since Anna received the letter from her High Lord and Lady. Making it known that they wanted to meet her because of her work. Her work being her artwork and then because of the charity work she has also been doing. 

She had a large range when it came to her art work. Her art goes from sculpture pieces, to drawings, and paintings. All different and unique that she would sell. While for her charity work she would donate art pieces to people and events allowing them to do whatever they want with it. Then donate money to charities. She would then paint murals on builds for half the price. Then she would buy a plethora of art supplies when she could and make bags and hand them out to people. While also teaching free classes once a month inviting anyone who wanted to come. She didn’t think it was much. Many adored her too and her work but she didn’t notice or think too much about it. 

But she still loved what she did. She just didn’t know it would catch the attention of such people like the High Lord and Lady. She was nothing special and she was just spreading her love for art where she could. So why would they want to meet her? 

She had no clue. But it seemed she would find out very soon. Because it was now the day of the meeting they were to have. She was so nervous that she was shaking. As she walked her way to a townhouse with Irina, Amara, and Killian by her side. Walking between Amara and Killian. Both keeping her close as they walked. 

As they approached the townhouse it seemed that she was growing more and more anxious. Which Amara and Killian could tell. As they stopped in front of the house Amara was the one to stand in front of her and place her hands on her arms to comfort her before speaking. 

“Okay you can do this sweetheart. You look beautiful and you are amazing. You are Annamarie and you can do anything you put your mind to remember that,” Amara encouraged her. As she rubbed her arms to soothe her. Reaching forward to adjust her glasses and scarf that was wrapped around her head. Which led her to send Amara a grateful smile. She was soon taking a deep breath and nodding her head to calm herself. 

“Just remember we won’t be too far if you need anything just scream,” Killian jokes. As he gave her a thumbs up and a wink from behind the scarf and hood that covered him. But hearing him caused Irina to smack the back of his head. Causing him to yelp and rub the spot she hit. 

“I mean you can do this. But still if you need someone killed you know how to reach me,” Killian encouraged as well before whispering to her. Causing Anna to go into a fit of giggles. That she tried to cover with her hand. 

“Killian!” Amara and Irina exclaimed in sync. Irina soon smacking him again on his arm. Causing him to turn to her and both starting to banter back and forth. Which led Amara to shake her head and roll her eyes at the two. Before turning to Anna who had calmed down slightly. She was now looking at the town house with fear. 

“You can do this Anna,” Amara soothed one last time with a smile. Anna soon turned to her and sent her a small smile back with a nod. Amara then nudged her gently to the door. Before turning to Irina and Killian and bellowing.

“Both of you shut up and come on,” Amara ordered. As she took a hold of both their arms and pulled them away. Both turned to wave at Anna, sending her reassuring smiles. Before turning back to one another continuing their banter back and forth. It led her to giggle at their antics. But soon she turned to the townhouse and sighed. 

She then smoothed out her long sleeved midnight dress that hugged her curves then flowed just  below her knees. Looking at her feet she saw her black flats upon them. She then smiled as she thought she could do this. Walking to the door taking a deep breath she raised her fist and after a moment of calming herself she finally knocked on the door. 

She was quick to hold her hands in front of her as she looked to the ground. Trying to keep herself calm. Soon the door opened causing her to quickly look up. She found a beautiful blonde haired female with brown eyes was the one to open the door.

But as the blonde saw Anna she gasped softly. Seeing her she was shocked by the female at the door. She was unique but very beautiful. Even with the scars upon her face she was still gorgeous. But she couldn’t take her gaze off her different color eyes though they were so entrancing. Even when the female wasn’t even doing anything. Even when she seemed to be so shy and nervous. It seemed her eyes just drew you in without her even trying. 

It didn’t phase Anna though; she was used to such a thing when people saw her. Especially when they saw her eyes. It did make her more nervous though. But the female’s gaze caused her to clear her throat and caused her to push her glasses upon her nose more. Seeing the gesture and hearing her caused the female in front of her to shake from her shock state and a welcoming smile soon washed over her.  

“Sorry. It seems you're so pretty it took my breath away,” the female flirted. As she pushed her long wavy blonde hair over her shoulder still having a smile upon her lips. She was then gesturing to Anna to step inside of the townhouse. Watching as she did her smile soon shifted to a grin. Seeing a blush wash over Anna as she looked away to the ground bashfully as she shuffled on her feet nervously.    

“Anyways I am Morrigan. I’ll be the one taking you to Rhysand and Feyre,” Morrrigan introduced herself as she shut and locked the door behind her gently. She was then standing beside Anna. who had looked up to the taller female sending her a small shy smile. 

“H - Hi. Nice to meet y - you Morrigan. I’m Annamarie b - but you can call me Anna,” she greeted back stumbling over her words nervously. She still didn’t know what she was doing here but that was going to stop her from being nice. She still had her guard up but she was easing at the gentleness and kindness Morrigan was showing her. Plus being able to feel Morrigan’s emotions with her magic helped ease her mind. She was making sure she kept that part of her magic open and the rest concealed. So she could keep a careful eye upon everyone around her. 

“Well it is nice to meet you too Anna. Come on right this way,” Morrigan chuckled. Hearing and seeing her caused Morrigan to think she was adorable. Watching as she adjusted her silver framed wired glasses nervously. She was quick to offer her arm to Anna so she could escort her to Rhysand and Feyre. Seeing her do such a gesture caused Anna to look at her arm with hesitance. 

“Come on I won’t bite,” Morrigan tried to sooth with a gentle smile. She could now see that Anna must have been through a lot. If the scars upon her face didn’t tell, the way she acted told that she had. Morrigan could see the signs, the way she acted reminded her of some of the priestesses from the library somewhat. But she still seemed strong and resilient even. She carried herself differently. 

But something came to Morrigan's mind… she must be a quiet one. She could see it. And she remembered what they said about the quiet ones. She has witnessed it first hand. Which led her to chuckle softly at the thought before looking at Anna again. Looking into her eyes that she still couldn’t get over. So different but gorgeous like their owner. One a beautiful onyx and the other silverish with a slight shimmer. She was still in a slight state of awe because of her. 

Morrigan was soon shaken from such a thought. By Anna shuffling on her feet slightly as she moved closer and wrapping her soft arm through Morrigan’s. It took everything in Morrigan to not gasp being so close to her. She could tell Anna was trying to hide it but she could feel it… the powerful magic that emanated and buzzed around her. She was hiding it well but being Morrigan’s age she was able to feel it slightly. And it was probably only because she was so close to her right now. Because of her touch, she was able to sense it. 

In that moment Morrigan truly thought Anna was different, unique, and also powerful. She knew if Rhysand or Feyre didn’t pick up on it she would have to talk to them about Anna. But something told her that they would. Especially Rhysand when he sees her. 

But something told her that Anna wasn’t a threat. With all the help she has been doing around the city with her art and charity work. Morrigan thought Anna was far from a threat. She just seemed like a shy and quiet female who's been through a lot who just wants to help where she can.

Morrigan’s thoughts shifted quickly from such a thing by Anna’s shaking frame as they walked. As they grew closer to Feyre and Rhysand it seemed that she was taking more deep breaths to calm herself. She could now tell just how Anna was scared. Which led her to pat her hand that was on her arm. 

“It’s okay. They won’t bite either, I promise. If anything their breath will be taken away by your beauty just as mine was,” Morrigan chuckled. As she looked slightly down at Anna, being that she was shorter than her. It seemed she was around Amren’s height. Maybe a few inches taller than the fierce silver eyed female. 

But she chuckled again seeing Anna’s look away from her with a bashful look. Just as she did earlier. Morrigan couldn’t help but think she was cute. Anna though didn’t know what else to do but became bashful. She wasn’t used to someone complimenting her so openly and genuinely. Without any hidden agenda. No one has done such a thing besides Irina, Killian, and Amara.   

But soon her focus was shaken when they stopped walking and stood in front of a door. It must be where the High Lord and Lady were. She could feel the emotions emanating from the room but couldn’t hear anything from it. 

Leading her to understand that a noise canceling ward must be over the room. But then there was the power she could feel leaking from the room from two. She knew instantly it was the High Lord and Lady who were in the room. It caused her to gulp down a breath of air nervously. 

As she did she watched Morrigan send her a reassuring smile before knocking on the door. Removing her arm from hers Anna sighed and wrapped her arms around chest. Waiting for the door to open. Not long after the door was open revealing the High Lady. She had a smile upon her lips as she looked at Morrigan. But her gray blueish eyes soon turned to Anna she was about to greet her. But she gasped, taking her in. Just as Morrigan did earlier. The same thoughts that ran through Morrigan’s mind when she first saw Anna seemed to run through Feyre’s mind as well.

“What did I say,” Morrrigan whispered to Anna with a chuckle. She couldn’t help the soft giggle that escaped her as she felt her cheeks warm up once again today. But she was quick to shake it off and gasp before beginning to bow to Feyre. Remembering her manners and who she was in front of right now. But she was stopped by Feyre raising her hand and shaking it, stopping her from doing such a thing.

“There is no need for such formalities. You’re Annamarie. It's so nice to meet you. Please come in,” Feyre insisted as she gestured to Anna to come into the room. Nodding Anna sent Morrigan one last smile before walking into the room. Morrigan sent a wave back to her as she began to walk off. Sending her a wave back Anna made her way into the room. 

But she kept her head down as she tangled her fingers together and placed her hands in front of her. Not wanting to over step. She soon flinched when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Turning she saw it belonged to Feyre who was quick to move her hand away. 

Noticing the action Feyre was more curious about the female more than ever. At the touch she could feel the magic that emanated from Anna. Just by that small single touch she could feel the power that Anna held. And it took everything in her to not gasp again because of the female. 

But before she could apologize another voice interrupted her. Catching both the female's attention. Turning Anna was met with the High Lord of Night Court. Which led her to shuffle on her feet as she began to bow to him. 

“There’s no need for that. You must be the infamous Annamarie that everyone speaks of,” Rhysand greeted with slightly wide eyes. It was hard but he held back his own slight gasp at seeing her meeting her eyes. Taking her in she was definitely different then most fae. 

But she was alluring in a way. Though he could tell she wasn’t even trying to be. He hasn’t seen anyone like her. It caused him to be curious of her just as his mate and cousin were. He wanted to know more about her. 

Discreetly he was soon reached out. His powers reached for her because he could tell that she held some sort of power. Her silver shimmering eye gave it away. It reminded him too much of Nesta and Amren. And they were both powerful females. As he reached out his magic he could tell that she was concealing her powers, her magic. And she was good at it too. 

But he could feel just a bit. Not much but just a little. It was hard but with him being a High Lord he was able to do it. He had to make sure he kept a mask up. Because it was just a small amount but he felt the chaotic powerful magic she seemed to hold within. 

As he did such a thing it seemed Anna seemed to notice but didn’t make it known she knew what he did. She felt his magic brush against her own but shook it off. Because as soon as it came it retreated. She already knew that the High Lord and Lady were powerful and that she was going to feel their power and vice versa. And she knew this was going to happen. She just didn’t think that he would do such a thing so soon. Which led her to become more fearful. But she tried to keep calm. 

But Rhysand knew that she probably noticed his magic reaching out to her but didn’t make a big deal about it. He could tell because she soon looked away and didn’t meet his eyes. He let out a discreet sigh of relief, noticing she didn’t make a big deal about feeling his magic. But truly he was curious about this female. And wanted to know more about her. Something told him she wasn’t a threat with everything she has been doing for the city. But he wanted to make sure. 

He was soon shaking his head and gestured for her to take a seat. As he did though he contacted his brother Azriel in his mind quickly. He was quick to tell him to come to the townhouse so he could observe the mysterious female. Who seemed to hold so much power. Azriel was quick to agree and started on his way to the townhouse. 

“You c - can call me Anna,” she whispered softly with a shudder. As she took a seat as did the other two. Rhysand behind the desk while Feyre sat next to her. Feyre with a smile trying to sooth her while Rhysand had a look of contemplation. Which didn’t help her nerves and fear.

“So… I’ve heard so much about your work Anna. Me and Rhysand are impressed and love what you’re doing. I even saw a few of your art pieces and I must say they are amazing,” Feyre sang with a smile. Looking at Feyre she smiled widely with a nod.

“T - Thank you. I - I just wanted to help where I - I can while trying to spread my love for the arts around,” she beamed. She was always happy and excited to talk about her work. And that was how Feyre and Anna started the conversation. While Rhysand would throw in his opinion and praise as he watched Anna closely. 

Which made Anna bashful and shy. Anna cheeks were soon a shade of light pink from their compliments. She has heard such things before but never at this length and never from a High Lord or Lady. But their conversation was cut short when there was a knock on the door.

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Hiya! It’s been a while since I asked you lot a question. (Also I’m sorry if I ask to many questions. My friends call me Whiskers cause I’m curious like a cat 🐈.)

Anyways, I have two strange questions: 1. In the Mermaid AU, are Sun and Moon more fish-like, reptilian, or mammal-like? Also, how exactly do mer people… breed/reproduce? It’s a weird question, I know. It’s been bugging me for a while. If you don’t know, just say nothing or make shit up.

I also created characters inspired by your artwork for my fanfic The Royal Blooded Assassin. Thank you for creating such amazing artwork and stories, I really enjoy them 🫶

Aaaaaa so happy you asked since we got into the deep world building of this not long ago, ima put it under a read more cuz it’s prob gonna be long lol

Also added some merboys lore at the end of how they met since with the world building it makes more sense

AND AAAAAA VERY HAPPY WE INSPIRED YOU TO MAKE CHARACTERS BITING BITING

The merboys are a combination of fish and reptile, their skin is more reptile scale like (think of a shark skin but not as sharp) since it helps them cut through the water much easier which allows them to be able to shoot through the water with a sudden quick flick of their tail (especially Moon since he hunts like a great white, attacking with a burst of speed from below)

Although there are mammal like Mers based on whales and dolphins that have blubber like skin, mers come in large variety’s just the boys are in the similar subspecies Sun is a lion fish, moon is an angler and eclipse is a hybrid of a non-venomous lion fish (that’s why he doesn’t have spines like sun) and angler

As for mating and breeding, fish like mers like the boys are polyamorous, they tend to mate in groups of 3 and more with usually 1 female and multiple males, the males aren’t always mates with each other but it’s not a must, it’s usually done since it allows them to provide for their young and the female more efficiently as well as genetic diversity (a mer can genetically have 3-4 parents)

They are able to change their sex so if their are say 2 females and 1 male one of them will change to make the ratio be 1 F and 2 M and vice versa If say it’s 3M one of them (usually the most dominant) will become the female, the only difference is those that swapped sex aren’t as fertile but it’s not a major issue just a bit more difficult to conceive (females that were originally male do have smaller clutches tho so instead of the usual 5-6 it’s 2-4)

Mammal like mers are the opposite but they do have larger family pods with more generations, they are also matriarchal like the boys pods (it’s the majority but not the rule that all mers are matriarchal)

Fish mers either group in just mated partners like Moons pod was only his parents and siblings, but sometimes another group will be in the same territory, its never more than 3 family groups to a pod, Suns pod was the opposite being a much more social species they group into large groups of up to 3-5 family groups

Gonna add some more stuff like their habits and such since ima already typing lol,

Mers stay in their pods up until their about 12, once they reach that age their forced out to prove themselves in the wilds on their owns, and they can’t attempt to return until their at least 18, it’s a way of both making sure the most adaptable make it to adulthood and population control, they want to make sure the mers in the group are able to help sustain the group, but most mers usually end up forming their own groups since it’s also a period for them to find possible mates, sometime (in Suns species case at least) mers will return with their partners to add into their original family group, making the pod a bit bigger but it’s not very common

Mers also begin having heats near the age of 14 so that’s where the mate finding part comes in

And for a bit of lore with the boys now that y’all know this

Eclipse was a hybrid, his mother (sun sub species) was attacked by a lone desperate mer (moons species) in heat and eclipse was the only one to survive in the clutch, he stuck around until the age of 10 due to his mother protecting and teaching him, but when she was killed in a hunt he was casted out by the dominant male (rare but it happens that a male can lead the pod), he was already nearing the size of an adult (he has gigantism and double arms due to being a hybrid) at that age so it felt like a threat to them, so off he went into the wild until later finding Sun at the age of 15 and Moon at the age of 17

Sun was separated from his pod during an attack when he was about 10 and was on his own for a few months before Eclipse caught him snooping around his territory, Sun would have been terrified of Eclipse if weren’t for the fact that the fins around his head look similar to his own, so he figured it was someone of his species and latched on immediately, Eclipse being lonely and a complete sweetheart adopted him into his solo pod on the spot

Moon joined the group at around 13-14, he had been having a horrible time during his coming of age trial since he was a bigger loner than his species already once and refused to really sit down and listen when his parents tried to teach him survival skills, He meets sun first when he enters their cave looking for food, which Sun was eating, Sun seeing him starving hands it to him and once he’s finished Moons exhaustion and loneliness catches up and he cuddles up to sun, Eclipse finds them and just adopts Moon on the spot as well

Their ages go (at least once they mate with Tari)

Sun:32 Moon:33 Eclipse:37

Sun and Moon were separated from Eclipse when they were 15 and 16 when they were captured, Eclipse does end up finding them since a few years after they disappeared he goes back to his nomadic lifestyle of before, so they rejoin together when sun and moon are about 30-31, Since he caught their scent when they went back to their old cave hoping eclipse would be there before beginning to look for Tari after she helped them escape the aquarium

Eclipse does end up trying to kill Tari when he sees her for the first time cuz he smells their scent on him and assumes she did something to them, she blinds him for a few days cuz she pokes his eyes escaping his grasp before getting attacked by Sun and Moon, Hes cold towards her the first few months but warms up as he sees the interactions between her and the other 2, his hard shell fully cracks tho when she first says she thinks he’s pretty

The only others that had called him pretty were the researchers constantly searching for him (he has forums dedicated to him cuz of how unique he is) but it felt detached like just saying a painting is pretty, and Sun and Moon but they preferred calling him cool, so when someone hes starting to get along with calls him pretty that hard ass attitude basically disappears and he begins his own courting not long after lol

Eclipse isn’t considered attractive by his species standards because of the discoloration and double arm mutation so he has some self esteem issues in that regard, they went away when Sun and Moon were in his pod since they never judged him but came back in his isolation, Tari helps to ebb that away again once they start getting along and more when he begins his courting

Also Their basically immortal (like lobsters) but it’s really rare to find one that’s lived longer than 2 centuries most tend to die at the age of 70-90 due to you know living in the wilds

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It Had To Be You: Chapter 8 - I've Changed My Mind, I Take It Back

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Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, Modern AU

Summary: The fallout from the best night of your life was never going to be pretty…

artwork credit @colettebronte

Warnings: none, really... just some swearing and brief references to sex. Bit of angst and some arguing.

Word Count: 4.0k

Authors Note: A multi-chapter modern rom-com retelling of When Harry Met Sally. In this chapter, both reader and Benedict deal - poorly - with the aftermath of their amazing night together. Yup, it's a slice of angst while hopefully still serving some laughs. This is what has to happen before these idiots can finally see the truth in the next chapter. Thanks to @colettebronte for the advice and betaing and @sorryallonsy for cheerleading and feedback. I hope you enjoy <3

The next morning, you watch silently, covers pulled up under your chin, as Benedict dresses—your stomach in an odd knot. It’s barely dawn, and you are both uncaffeinated, but still, it's the morning after the best sex of your life, and it’s awkward. And you don't know what to say to make it, well, unawkward.

“I have to go, stupid breakfast meeting about a gallery opportunity. But I'd like to see you later if you are free?” his tone is hedging as he sits on the end of the bed and pulls on his shoes.

“Err, sure. Dinner later?” you offer as he stands up and walks around to your side of the bed.

“Dinner sounds great,” he smiles with relief and leans in, placing a lingering kiss on your forehead.

You try not to wince, but a giant ball of something in the pit of your stomach wants to either push him away and make a joke, tell him to “knock it off, mate,” … or, much preferred, grab him by his stupid bloody shirt collar and give him a proper kiss, tongues and all. Haul him right back into your bed and ride him until you are both screaming.

He hovers over you, and your eyes meet, his dilating as if he reads where your thoughts slid, and with a sharp inhale, he pulls back and folds a lip under his teeth as if forbidding himself from taking action, too.

You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and nod your farewell, burrowing deeper under the duvet, not wanting to see him to the door, not wanting a more stilted goodbye than it already is. You both know there is a shit-ton you need to talk about, but neither of you is capable of the intellectual space to unpack it at 6:30 am on a Friday morning.

As you hear your front door snick closed, you take a deep breath and reach for your phone. To contact the only person who might even begin to understand how seismic this is. 

—

“Holy shit!!” Kate shrieks, startling Anthony from his slumber.

“What?!? What is it?!?” he sits bolt upright, half-asleep but panicked, her tone causing bile to rise in his throat. Whatever it is has to be serious.

“It fucking happened!” she exclaims, clutching her phone to her chest, an almost maniacal grin claiming her beautiful features as she leans back against the headboard and kicks her feet up gleefully.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Anthony urges, anxiety rolling off him in waves.

She thrusts her phone towards him, and he snatches it, alarmed. There is a pause while he reads a text, and then he sighs, slumping his head into his hands.

“Kate,” he exhales, rubbing his eyes, “for fucks sake. I thought the world was bloody ending! Or at least someone had fucking died. Not that my brother had sex.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Kate retorts, taking back custody of her device and staring at him as if he is some alien creature. “Our best friends just fucked. HOW IS THAT NOT WORLD-CHANGING NEWS, VISCOUNT ANTHONY BRIDGERTON?!?”

Anthony slumps back onto his pillow with a huge sigh. “Okay, no need to whole name me. I thought you said it was bound to happen someday?” he stifles a yawn as he asks it.

“Yeah, so?! This is still huge news,” she argues, gesturing wildly, absolutely nonplussed by his total lack of reaction.

Anthony hums noncommittally, closing his eyes. Just then, his phone starts vibrating on his bedside table; the display lit up with a photo of his brother's drunken face.

“Is that him?! Get all the gossip!! I need deeeeeetails!!” Kate swats his bicep affectionately.

Anthony rolls his eyes and clicks the green button.

“No one I know would call at this hour,” he grouses in lieu of hello.

 —

Benedict spends most of the ride in your building’s lift with his head pressed into the cold mirrored surface, eyes screwed shut, wondering if the world could swallow him up so he doesn’t have to think about anything. It takes every fibre of his willpower not to run back, fling your damn door open and bury himself inside you again. But that might make it weirder.

There's only one voice of reason he can think of.

“I know I'm sorry…” he replies abashedly to his brother's less-than-cheery greeting.

“So uhh, it happened, eh?” Anthony cuts to the chase, and Benedict realises you must have already contacted Kate. “How was it?”

“It was good. REALLY good. But then, this morning, it was like we didn't know what to say to each other. I just had to get out of there before I did something stupid like suggest we do it again. SHIT!! I have no idea what to do.” 

“You want to come over for breakfast?” Anthony asks, then raises his eyes to a frantic Kate, making a cutting motion. Anthony can only surmise she has just offered the same to you.

“No, I'm not up to eating. I'm just going to get a coffee and a shower and try not to think about whether I've just fucked up the best friendship I've ever had…” he sighs.

Anthony shakes his head at Kate as she sighs in relief. “Listen, so maybe it didn't work out. It would have been great if it did, but…” Anthony shrugs and mouths, ‘What?’ at Kate, as she smacks his arm and gesticulates wildly.

“Hang up before you make it worse,” she growls as mutely as possible. Anthony knows better than to argue with that face. Last time, he ended up on the sofa for two nights.

“I've uh got to go, but we’ll talk later, okay?” Anthony offers.

“Sure,” Benedict trails off and hangs up.

“God….” Anthony flops onto the mattress, already disliking the day that has barely begun. “Tell me I will never have to be out there again,” he sighs, turning his head to look at Kate.

A beautiful smirk claims her face, and he is pleasantly surprised when she swings a leg over and straddles him, leaning in.

“Baby,” she breathes seductively into his ear, “you will never have to be out there again,” she adds silkily.

And suddenly, his morning is a thousand times better.

—

“It was a mistake,” you blurt out, unable to handle the silence any longer.

You have met Benedict for dinner at Pierre Victoire —something about their Beaujolais and Entrecote Steak et Frites just what you need to face this encounter; hence, it was your suggested spot. But you have barely exchanged a word since greeting each other.

A look of surprise briefly clouds his face, and then he agrees, perhaps a little too enthusiastically for your taste.

“I’m so glad you think so. I couldn’t agree more,” he gusts, a hand clamping over his heart in seeming relief at the break in tension. “I’m not saying it wasn’t great….,” he adds.

“It was,” you cut in, somehow needing him to know that more than anything.

He nods and continues, “It really was…we just should never have done it.”

“Agreed,” you chime in, mirroring his big exhale like a burden has been lifted.

“I’m so relieved,” he sighs as the waiter puts down your steaks.

And somehow, you are back to silence, unsure what else to say to each other. In fact, it stays like that for what feels like an age.

“It’s so nice to be able to sit with someone and not have to talk,” he opines at some point halfway through dinner.

All you can do is nod and take a huge gulp of wine.

Difficult, difficult, lemon, difficult.

—

“Okay, so most of the time when you sleep with someone new, you’re just getting to know each other; you have stories to tell,” you puff, feeling like you are dying.

Kate has dragged you to SoulCycle for a ‘fuckfest postmortem’ first thing the next day. It’s Saturday morning, and frankly, right now, you are wishing she was more of a Bellini-brunch-at-a-gastropub kind of person. She used to be; it's her drive to be ultra fit for her wedding that is at fault - it somehow now being a danger to your health.

“Sure…” she nods, looking enviably unsweaty and beautiful in her tiny lycra outfit. 

“But with him, we know all of each other's stories already. So once we had sex, it was like we just didn’t know what else to say to each other,” you struggle out.

“Hmmm,” Kate hums distractedly, checking her Apple Watch.

“Maybe you get to a certain point in a relationship where it’s just too late to have sex, y’know?” you shrug, certain a coronary is about to happen. To the point, you are almost grateful when your shoe slips off the pedal and you fall to the floor in an undignified puddle.

Yup, that seems about right.

—

“Is she bringing anyone to the wedding?” Benedict asks, pulling on the brocade waistcoat handed to him by the kindly old gent.

“Really, you want to do this? Here? Now?” Anthony shoots back exasperated, gesturing pointedly to his full white-tie outfit.

It's three weeks after the ‘incident’, as they have taken to calling it, and the boys are getting suited up for the wedding at the same outfitters on Savile Row that the Bridgertons have been going to for generations. One of those old-fashioned wood-panelled places that doesn't even have a real sign outside. 

“I was just asking…” he replies, defensive.

Anthony sighs. “She is seeing some software developer,” he admits, fiddling with some cufflinks. “I don't think it's that serious; Kate says he's not coming to the wedding.”

“What’s he like?” Benedict inquires, and Anthony wants to laugh at how badly he is masking his obvious jealousy with faux indifference.

“Rich, handsome, intelligent, athletic—your basic nightmare,” Anthony shrugs.

The sour face Benedict pulls tells him everything Anthony could ever want to know about just how bad his little brother has it.

—

BB: Miss you, Bluey.

It’s never a good idea to text at 1:30 a.m. Especially not someone you’ve been too embarrassed to contact for a month. And especially when you are pretty drunk and hiding in the toilets of a nightclub, avoiding your inebriated younger brother, Colin, on his birthday. Except here Benedict is, doing precisely that, chewing on his nail, awaiting a response.

Y/N: Bluey….?

Ah, shit.

In his drunken state, he temporarily forgot that’s a private nickname he’s given you. His lovely, little blue lobster. He doubts you even remember that FaceTime call all those months ago. He is trying to find a witty excuse when another message pops up.

Y/N: Miss you too, Nudey-face.

He barks a laugh, still entertained that you find his lack of a beard amusing, even though it's been nine months since he shaved it off.

Y/N: Don’t like that? I've got others…

BB: Oh, this ought to be good.

Y/N: Apple-guzzler

Y/N: Dance-ninja

Y/N: Half-assed-peeping-tom

He is giggling, something in his being so fizzy and light that you have slipped right back into your old ways of texting as if nothing happened. 

Y/N: Duvet-hog

That last one makes his heart leap, and his chest constricts, memories of your magical night together flooding back. Something wistful tugging in his gut; the idea that you could have more nights of fantastic sex as well as this fun, playful dynamic he has missed so much. But then he recalls with a bitter taste that you have apparently moved on. Emboldened, he decides to tackle that elephant in the room, whiskey doing the typing as much as he is.

BB: I hear you might have a +1 for the wedding…?

The three dots appear twice over, but then nothing. After eight minutes - he counts - he sighs and slips his phone back into his pocket.

Ah, fuck.

—

You chew your lip. Guilt burning behind your ribs, even as you know it’s ridiculous to feel as such. Part of you feels a hollow victory that he was the one to reach out first, but you know it’s pure liquid courage. Kate texted an hour ago that she had dipped out of Colin’s party, leaving all the brothers worse for wear. 

Twice you try to craft a response to his last message, simple then jokey, but both feel wrong. You decide it’s better to not respond. At least not at almost two in the morning with that possible plus one lying asleep next to you. It’s not even something you have broached with him, going to the wedding, and now you’re sure you don’t want him there. He’s nice, but you know it’s a rebound thing—an ego boost, a mildly pleasant distraction at most.

—

“Wear the fucking penises, you coward!” Kate slurs bossily, handing you the cheap plastic deeley boppers with glittery gold cocks.

You sigh. “Fine. But don’t blame me if they don’t let us into this place,” you grumble, tugging your coat tighter around your body and bouncing on your strappy-heeled sandals, trying to fight off the seasonal chill.

This is Kate's hen party weekend in Bath, and it’s not going as you’d planned. After the pampering spa day and fancy meal you had arranged as maid of honour, the evening has descended into debauchery. Her sister Edie had booked a male stripper who was almost traumatised by just how feral Kate turned after the vodka luge (also an Edie addition). Now you are all queued up outside some cheesy nightclub that wasn’t on the cards, but Kate insisted.

“How’s your fancy man?” Eloise asks, bumping you with her shoulder and winking. 

“Meh,” you shrug noncommittally, unwilling to confess that you dumped him the morning after Benedict texted.  “How’s the Bridgerton clan?”

Eloise pulls a face. “Colin and Pen are fucking too loudly. Hy had a new hobby, taxidermy. Yeah exactly. Greg is now into karate. Oh, and a friend is trying to put the moves on Ben. You know, the usual family ridiculousness…”

“Yeah?” You try to hide your acerbic reaction; part of you is desperate to know more, but another part never wants to hear anything about any woman he may be with.

“Yeah, she’s a baker.” Eloise continues, kicking a stone into the gutter. “She makes 3,000 trifles a week…”

“We’re in!!” Kate yells triumphantly as the bouncer unhooks the velvet rope in front of you.

“But Ben doesn’t even like custard….” you mutter, frowning, as unseen by you, all the girls exchange knowing looks before piling into the club.

— 

“Eloise’s friend still hitting on you?” Colin leans in, smirking.

Anthony’s stag do is a paintballing weekend. Colin had lobbied hard for a sleazy weekend in Vilnius, but Anthony had baulked, far too scared of Kate’s reaction to that idea. So here they all are, being rained on and sitting in a muddy ditch somewhere in Berkshire. 

“I don't know the polite way to say fuck off,” Benedict professes, screwing one eye shut to stare down the barrel of the rifle. 

“Why not have some casual fun?” Colin shrugs, reloading his paintball gun.

“Because when I asked her what she was doing when Boris resigned, she said, ‘Oh, I don't know, was he your assistant or something?’” he deadpans, with a terrible impression, unable to hide his disgust at her ignorance.

“No!” Colin guffaws, disbelieving.

“Exactly…” Benedict retorts, but it morphs into a pained yelp as a paintball smacks heavily into his chest.

“You’re dead motherfucker!!!!” Anthony yells, materialising from nowhere, a Rambo-style headband and vest in place, camouflage streaked across his face, seemingly having the time of his life. He ducks and sprints away before anyone can retaliate.

“Aren't we on the same team?” Colin scowls wearily, watching his retreating figure darting between the trees.

“Yeah….” Benedict sighs, staring at the bright pink splotch and already feeling a bruise blooming on his sternum. 

Just bloody great…

—

The wedding day. Kate looks beautiful. Aubrey Hall looks beautiful. The weather is beautiful—a crisp autumnal day with the trees at peak colour all over the grounds, golds and fiery reds glowing in the sunshine. It’s all too much, frankly. 

Then, to top it all off, Benedict walks in wearing his custom-fitted best man’s outfit, and you almost trip over your damn feet, even standing entirely still. You haven’t seen him in person since that awkward dinner, and you quickly duck behind a pillar before he can spot you as he takes his place in the processional. It’s only when you reach the doorway that you realise he’ll be standing right next to Ant as you walk up the aisle alone. 

I need wine… lots of wine…

His eyes bore into you as you take the slow, silly shuffle that you are required to. A weight on your being that seems to slice through right you, and the claret red silk you wear. You feel you deserve a medal when you make it without stumbling on your heels. You shake your shoulders fractionally as you take your place facing him, a frisson in your spine that feels dangerous.

‘You look beautiful,’ he seems to mouth as the bridal procession pipes up while everyone else’s attention cuts to the doorway. And fuck do you wish he were either a thousand miles away or less than an inch from you, his breath ghosting warm over your skin….

—

The reception is in full swing, the band playing and people dancing when a familiar scent that makes your heart leap fills your nostrils. 

“Hi…” it's soft, almost hesitant, as he pulls up beside you.

“Hello…” you try to modulate to casual, but it probably comes off as mildly haughty.

“Beautiful ceremony,” he offers, both of your eyes tracking Kate and Anthony as they dance, blissfully absorbed in each other, radiating joy.

“It was,” you concur politely.

A waiter materialises with a tray of canapes, and you take one, but you don't eat it; just spin the skewer in your hand. Something to fiddle with to deal with the discomfort.

God, I miss the way we used to be…

“How have you been?” you ask a little stiffly.

“Fine,” he offers, and you can tell from a mere sideways glance that he’s lying.

“Why can’t we get past this? This awkwardness. Are we going to carry this around forever??” you blurt out. It's exasperation, not words you have thought carefully about, just a knee-jerk response to your own frustration about how weird things are compared to how they used to be. 

“Forever?! It just happened!” he exclaims, his hands gesturing in frustration. 

Seeing that you are drawing the attention of people nearby, you spin around and walk out of the room. If this is all going to come out now, which apparently your brain has decided it will, you prefer it not to be witnessed by friends and family. Or be a talking point at your best friend's wedding.

“It happened five weeks ago!” you argue over your shoulder as you stalk down a narrow hallway beyond where the guests are mingling. You know that is not a long time in the grand scheme of things, but feeling the need to argue your corner.

“Yeah, well, you must live in dog years cos it sure as fuck didn't take you very long to find someone else. Obviously, it meant nothing to you,” he spits out, a world of hurt behind the spite in his tone.

You stop dead and spin around, an ache in your chest that is pure indignance mixed with self-hatred for how right he is. He can always hit the bullseye every bloody time when it comes to knowing you better than you know yourself. That fling was a classic rebound, an outlet for your frustrations. Moreover, a distraction from letting yourself spiral about how petrified you are that things will never be the same between you and Benedict and how you feel utterly powerless to fix it, even if you can never bring yourself to regret it. It was too spectacular for that. 

“Meant nothing to me?!” you hiss, having to temper your urge to scream. “Really?! You are the one who left! That very next morning, you couldn't wait to get out of there. Who the fuck has a breakfast meeting about art? You are such a liar and a coward!”’ you raise your voice, all your emotions about it finally bubbling over. 

“I didn't walk out!” he argues, frowning.

“No, sprinted is more like it!” you bite back bitterly, then turn your heel again, furiously tossing your untouched canape into the first rubbish bin you see. 

You flounce down a stone staircase at the back of Aubrey Hall, his footsteps loud behind you, ending up in the kitchens, bustling with catering people. 

“We both agreed it was a mistake!” he points out angrily.

“Worst mistake I ever made!” you hurl at him, uncaring of the catering staff around you, watching you both as if a soap opera, eyes pinging back and forth like it's a damn tennis match.

“What do you want from me?” he asks, holding his hands up.

“I don't want anything from you!” you lie, wanting to throw yourself at him. He looks so good in his crisp, tailed suit that it takes every effort not to.

“Let's clear something up,” he starts, jabbing his finger pointedly at the ground to his side. “I did not come over that night to make love to you. That is not why I came over. I came over to look after a friend, you asked me to. But you came onto me, and it took every ounce of my being to say no. You were drunk and emotional; I couldn't take advantage like that. But then, when you sobered up, you looked at me with those big, soft eyes and kissed me. And for fucks sake. What was I supposed to do?! I am only human…” you are transfixed by the vein pulsing in his neck and hate yourself for just how aroused you are by it, by this, by this argument, this fire between you.

“What are you saying?!? That I was a pity fuck?!” 

You know full well that is not what he's saying at all, but you just can’t help but poke the proverbial beast. Wanting to goad him into something. Ideally, kissing you senseless.

“There you are!!!” 

You both turn around to see Anthony in the doorway, well, more accurately, leaning heavily on the doorframe, apparently quite tipsy. You have no idea how much he may have overheard. “I've been looking all over for you shits. Kate is mad you disappeared. Sent me off to find you. Ooh, I did it. I’ll get an excellent husband gold star, won't I?” he perks with a triumphant arm raise, and you realise he's probably had a lot of champagne and no food.

Both you and Benedict exchange looks, knowing your window of opportunity to hash this out just slammed shut. 

Benedict wraps an arm around his sibling’s shoulder. “Come on then, brother. Can't keep the bride waiting. Let's go,” he accommodates, steering them towards the steps with a glance back at you that is weighted. 

You trail behind as they walk back to the reception, lingering so you are not drawn into any conversation. By the time you enter the room, Anthony is back at Kate’s side as she is making a toast to the crowd. Benedict is still hovering near the door off to the side, almost as if waiting for you.

“Everybody, I'd like to make a toast to our maid of honour and best man. To y/n and Benedict,” she raises her glass towards you, and everyone turns to see you both standing awkwardly about six feet apart. “If Anthony or I found either one of them remotely attractive, we would not be here today. So thank you!” 

The crowd laughs along good-naturedly, and all raise their glasses to you. Kate tilts her head sideways with that beautiful but shit-eating grin she uses when stirring up trouble before taking a swig, staring at you challengingly. Almost as if she can read exactly what has just transpired, or maybe Anthony told her something of what he saw. Either way, You can feel Benedict's eyes on you as you attempt bemusement at her toast and nod with a brittle smile.

Just fucking great…

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[marta-diablo]

‘Noel and Julian were possibly aroused’: The Mighty Boosh turns 20 – in pictures

 ‘Something magic happens when they get together’

While filming the surreal comedy, Dave Brown AKA Bollo was on hand with a camera to snap awkward kisses, creepy venues … and crack foxes ordering pie and mash

Tony & Dennis (Series 3 – The Strange Tale of the Crack Fox, 2007)

Dave Brown: ‘Lunchtime on set was a feast for the eyes. It was always a treat seeing cast members milling about munching on a jacket potato with ridiculous full face of makeup, asking for more cheese on their beans. Here, Noel Fielding (Tony Harrison) and Julian Barratt (Dennis the Head Shaman) pose for a quick shot before tucking into their pasta bake. Behind the Boosh 20, an exhibition by Boosh cast member Dave Brown AKA Bollo, is at the pop-up Behind the Gallery, London, 10-13 October. All photographs Dave Brown

Up on the Roof (Series 3 – Party, 2007)

‘During a particularly long scene, Noel and Julian look a little nervous and possibly slightly aroused as they contemplate their upcoming big kiss scene. I love the light and composition of this shot’

Tony & Saboo (Series 3 – Eels, 2007)

‘This was a particularly special scene. On Head Shaman Dennis’s stag do, Saboo rubs sun cream into Tony Harrison’s smooth pink crease, saying: “Don’t leave it in thick blobs, rub it in. Factor seven?! Shit off! I need factor 67 you ball bag!” It was always a hilarious pleasure to witness Noel and Richard Ayoade riffing off of each other in scenes, kinda like jazz, but jazz on bikes. Two very funny humans in ridiculous costumes at the top of their game, trying to out laugh each other with hilarious absurdities’

Luna Looks (Luna Park, Melbourne comedy festival, 2001)

‘Noel throws me his best blue steel look beneath the giant face of Luna Park as I lie on the pavement among the chewing gum and cigarette butts trying to get the angle. Melbourne festival was always very special, such an amazing city with brilliant crowds’

Come Play With Us (Aberdeen Future Sailors Tour, Press and Journal Arena, 2008)

‘The last gig of an insane tour. A strange place to end things after 99 dates that included Brixton, Wembley, Manchester and Sheffield but still, it was a great gig. Rich Fulcher was doing his usual dicking about pre-show in the corridors, grooving to tunes, practising his fossil moves. As I walked around the corner he was at the end and the blue suit reminded me of the Shining twins. I took two shots of him stood holding his own hand then comped them together. Way more terrifying than Kubrick’s version’

Hitcher Nabootique (Series 3 – Eels, 2007)

‘Loved this set: the sign, the lighting and one of my favourite characters, the Hitcher. Him walking up to the door in the rain was just a perfect moment to capture. All undercut by the ridiculous graffiti. Not sure why “loose change” makes me laugh so much, it’s one of those perfect examples of Noel and Julian’s writing and their way with language’

Noel Draws (Noel’s House during the Future Sailors Tour, 2008)

‘I spent many an evening pre-tour and sometimes during tour, in my flat or at Noel’s place, scribbling artworks for tour posters, DVDs, the book. The two of us produced all of that material. Old art school mates getting busy with the fizzy. We could draw those Boosh faces in our sleep, which became a bit of a problem some nights on tour in posh hotels’

Moody Naboo (Series 3 – Journey to the Centre of the Punk, 2007)

‘Naboo was indeed an enigma. Often found gazing into the middle-distance meditating deep astral conundrums, solving some of the world’s biggest problems and answering those age-old impossible questions like what flavour Pot Noodle he was going to have later when watching Columbo. Here is one of those moments in-between scenes shooting series three in a warehouse in a disused Ministry of Defence site somewhere in Surrey’

Foxy Man (Series 3 – The Strange Tale of the Crack Fox, 2007)

‘One of my favourite characters: those two voices, the laugh, the costume and makeup, terrifyingly hilarious! This is me capturing Julian just after lunch break walking back on set. It was a wonderful vision seeing the Crack Fox stood upright on two legs by the catering van ordering pie and mash from a visibly disturbed catering assistant, all while the real hungry Hackney crack foxes looked on through distant bushes in awe and jealousy’

Fossil Faces (Series 3 Rehearsals – American International Church, London, 2007)

‘Rich isn’t really acting in The Boosh. The character Bob Fossil is 92.4% Fulcher. A force of nature, he will crush any down moment anyone is having with his comedy fists and have you wetting your little blue pants in a hot minute. These shots were taken during rehearsals for series three in the American church on Tottenham Court Road in London. It was a pretty intense afternoon with some writing issues and a few moody clouds brewing. Then Rich provides these six faces and everyone’s laughing again’

Hippy Boosh (Series 2 – The Call of the Yeti, 2005)

‘Vince, Parsley and Naboo in full Polyphonic Spree get-up in front of the big blue studio 11 doors at 3 Mills Studios in east London. We’d just been shooting the song scene in Call of the Yeti and I was still in my Bollo suit. It always amused me when cast and crew from other shows filming at 3 Mills would walk past and assume this show had a Gorilla as the official set photographer’

Bendelack Directing (Pilot Episode –Tundra, Pinewood Studios, 2003)

‘Steve Bendelack directed loads of our favourites: Lee and Herring, Newman and Baddiel, League of Gentlemen. So when he was directing the pilot episode of Arctic Boosh at Pinewood Studios it was a pinch-me moment. Paul King took over from Steve when the first series was commissioned by the BBC. Steve was no doubt busy on something else. Or maybe he swerved it? Stewart Lee, who directed Noel and Julian in the Arctic Boosh stage show for the Edinburgh fringe in the late 90s, said it was like ‘trying to direct smoke’

Mutant Readers (Series 1 – Mutants, 3 Mills Studios, 2004)

‘Mike [Fielding] having some down time in his dressing room sipping on a brew and glancing across at a coupon for 10p off Monster Munch. Two trained thespians sit beside him on the smallest sofa in Europe; one reads a crime novel and an unshaven Pete from Dixons in the middle reads about how Bolton are on the brink’

Graffiti (Series 3 – The (Power of the) Crimp, 2007)

‘I’ve known Noel for over 30 years and Julian for over 25. Something magic happens when those two get together. They’re one of the great double-acts. It was never easy getting a decent shot of them together. Noel on his own was easy; he’d spot a camera lens a mile away in heavy fog. Julian, on the other hand, was usually eating, talking, squinting those already tiny eyes or hiding somewhere in a cabinet. I love these two nincompoops like brothers’

x

[tsunami-of-tears]

Draw me like one of your fae girls

Feyre x Reader (sapphic)

A/N: okay I may have plotted too hard before the porn

Thank you so much to ✨ anon who sent this request in. I’ve diverged a little bit, but most of your points are covered 💛

Wordcount: 2.4K

Warnings: Female reader; we have a little bit of angst/pining; smut (oral - f!receiving, fingering, soft d/s, mommy kink)

The rushing of the Sidra, a crisp breeze rustling through the trees, the soft tap of footsteps on the cobblestone streets, people laughing and chattering as they mill about. Velaris, the city for the dreamers. 

I meander through the artist’s quarter, arms full of my new supplies. A big gust of wind blows down the street and I spin to shield my face, clutching the bundle close to my chest. As I turn, a sign comes into view: 

“Help wanted. Any artistic experience is desirable. Enquire within.”

What are the chances? I’ve been looking for a new job, and being surrounded by art all day sounds like a dream come true. I shift my supplies into one arm and open the door. 

Inside the studio is bright and welcoming. Easels line the room, some holding paintings in various stages of completion. The walls are scattered with artwork, all portraying different subjects– flowers in vases, scenes of restaurants by the Sidra, a boy throwing a ball in the park– all breathing life into the space. Vibrant, joyous life. 

A high-fae female stands behind one of the easels, she has smears of yellow paint on her cheek and smock. Her grey-blue eyes are narrowed in concentration and waves of gold are tied messily in a bun on her head. She bites on her lower lip as she continues painting, her nose scrunching ever so slightly. 

She is captivating. 

She looks up from her work, finally noticing my presence in the room. 

“Oh hello there. I’m sorry, I didn’t see you come in. My name is Feyre,” she smiles warmly at me before setting down her brush and palette. She wipes her hands on her smock, though it doesn’t help much. 

“It’s okay, I just got here. I’m Y/N, I saw your sign outside.” I return Feyre’s smile, and gesture to the door behind me. 

“That didn’t take long,” she laughs. “I put that sign up an hour ago. You’re an artist?”

“Yes, I paint and draw, but my preferred medium is ceramics. I like using my hands.” 

“We have that in common,” she says, her smile turning slightly playful. “I’m looking for someone to assist during classes. It’s gotten so busy, which is wonderful, but my attention is stretched too thin. Do you think that’s something you’re interested in?” 

I nod eagerly, “Absolutely. It’s my dream to be surrounded by art all day. Would you like to see some of my work? The sculptures are difficult to transport but I can deliver some of my sketchbooks.”

“I’d love to, but it’s not required for the position. How soon can you start?” 

I blink a few times, repeating her words in my head to make sure I heard Feyre correctly. “Does next week work?”

———— 

I’m unpacking the fired pottery from the kiln a few months later. Feyre had bought it soon after I started working for her. With her blessing, I’d begun teaching ceramics classes. This last batch was from my regular students who attend once a week.

I’m holding the last piece when Feyre enters. “Wow, these are amazing. You’re doing so well with the students,” she beams. 

“It’s all them,” I respond, setting down the pot carefully.

“Don’t do that,” Feyre tuts. “You’re a great teacher and I’m thrilled to have you working with me.” 

“Thanks, Feyre. I really love it. It’s so rewarding.”

“I’m still waiting on my personal lesson though,” she laughs. “Are you still up for drinks tonight?”

“Definitely. I just need to reload the kiln, the next batch should be dry enough.” 

———— 

Feyre and I walked to the bar arm-in-arm, already giggling at each other and we hadn’t started drinking yet. Since I joined Feyre’s studio, we’ve developed a close friendship, though a small piece of my heart yearns for more. 

She’s mated, I remind myself for the hundredth time. 

As we enter the dimly lit bar, Ressina spots us, calling us over to her booth. I take a seat next to another instructor, Coral, and Feyre slides in beside me. Across from us sits Ressina and her partner, Pollux. 

Ressina had bought a round of drinks for our group just before we arrived. We raise our glasses, clinking them together in cheers before taking a sip. 

“Coral was just telling us about her hot date last night,” Ressina explains. 

“Don’t sound so excited,” Pollux says sarcastically. 

“Oh it’s just fun, we have to live vicariously through our single friends. Feyre gets it, right?” Ressina gestures vigorously towards Feyre.

“Oh actually,” Feyre says, “I might be back on the market.” She takes a casual sip from her drink, as if she had just said the most mundane sentence in the world. 

My jaw drops and my eyes widen in alarm. Across the table, our friends are sporting similar expressions. No one saw that coming. 

“Oh no, not like that!” She quickly reassures us. “Rhys and I are quite happy, we’re just finding it a bit… stagnant. We’ve discussed it at length, and have decided to open our marriage one weekend every month.” 

“Wow Feyre,” Coral says. “Are you and Rhys equally excited about that?” 

Feyre smiles, looking down at her glass, the flush on her cheeks deepening in colour. “We’ve both got different reasons for wanting it but yes, we are. I’ve had my eye on someone,” Feyre’s gaze meets mine for a split second, “and Rhys knew that. It took a lot of conversations to figure out our boundaries, and they’ll likely evolve over time, but we’re taking the first step.” 

“Well congratulations,” Pollux says, raising his glass before taking a swig.

“Thank you,” Feyre says, her eyes finding mine again. I can detect a hint of… longing? Surely not. This wine must be going straight to my head. 

The rest of the night goes on without a hitch. We drink and talk and dance until late into the night when we stumble out of the bar, waving goodbye to our friends who are heading in the opposite direction. Feyre’s arm is wrapped over my shoulders as I do my best to keep her upright. 

“Mmms love you, Y/N,” Feyre slurs, drawing out the syllables of my name. 

“I love you too, Fey,” I answer, quickly grabbing her forearm to stop her falling to the ground. 

“You’re the bestest,” she sighs, slumping in my arms. 

Just as I’m wondering how we’re going to walk home, the darkness in front of us ripples, revealing Feyre’s mate. 

“Feyre Darling,” Rhys coos, scooping her into his arms like she weighs nothing; a stark contrast to my earlier struggles. Feyre wraps her arms around his neck, resting her head on his shoulder. My heart constricts at the sight.

“Perfect timing,” I smile tightly in an attempt to hide my true feelings. 

“The bond was muffled and I got worried, though I now understand why,” Rhys explains. 

Right, the bond. 

“You must be Y/N,” Rhys continues. “She talks about you often.” He smiles, looking down at the female cradled in his arms. “Thank you for taking care of her, do you need to be dropped home?” 

“No, thank you. The walk will sober me up.”

“Of course, I’m sure we’ll meet again at some point. Goodnight, Y/N.” Rhys inclines his head before disappearing into the night with Feyre safely in his arms. 

The walk home certainly was sobering. How could I be silly enough to believe she thought of me in any light other than as a friend? Surely she meant she was opening her marriage to other males. Not me.

———— 

A few weeks after our night out, I’ve finally given in to teaching Feyre how to use a pottery wheel. She’d been gushing over my latest collection all week - a series of vases celebrating the divine feminine, the Mother. She was dying to get her hands dirty, quite literally. 

The reason I was hesitant to teach Feyre wasn’t because of her artistic talents. No, I hadn’t stopped thinking about her confession. I hadn’t stopped hoping she meant me.

Feyre is perched on a stool across from me, the pottery wheel in between us with a lump of earthenware clay. Feyre had quickly picked up how to work the peddle, now she just needed to use her hands to shape the clay.

She put her fingers into the centre of the ball like I demonstrated, easing the sides outwards as it spins. As she concentrates, her nose scrunches up and she bites her lip. It’s the same face she always makes when she’s engrossed in creating something. 

“It keeps getting wider, how do I make it go back in again?” Feyre asks. 

“Here,” I put my wet hands on top of Feyre’s, helping her ease the clay in the direction she wanted. “Perfect,” I smile. Feyre looks up from her work to smile back at me. With her focus shifted, her foot slips and the wheel spins out, spraying both of us with muddy water. We both erupt in giggles as we look at the mess covering each other. 

“And I thought painting was a messy hobby,” Feyre laughs. 

———— 

Feyre finished her creation - a simple round vase that she has plans to paint once it’s fired. 

The two of us are cleaning up our tools and hands in the large basin. The laughter from earlier is gone,  leaving us with a comfortable silence. 

Feyre sighs, “It’s the last weekend of the month.”

“I do have a calendar,” I tease. 

“No I mean, it’s the weekend Rhys and I decided on.”

“Oh,” I say quietly. “Do you have anything planned?” 

“I have someone I’d like to ask, but I’ve been a bit worried about how they’ll react,” Feyre admits. 

My heart breaks a little bit at her admission. “You do not need to be worried, you’re gorgeous. I doubt anyone could reject you.”

“I guess,” Feyre sighs.

The silence has now grown deafening between you. 

Finally, Feyre breaks it. 

“What are you doing tomorrow?” she asks. 

“Hey, I thought we were talking about you here!” I exclaim. 

“We still are. I was hoping you’d like to join me.”

Oh. 

OH.

Blood rushes to my cheeks, and I know my mouth has fallen open. 

I look down, unable to meet her gaze as my heart races, the sound pounding in my ears.  “Yeah, I would like that,” I respond. 

———— 

Kissing Feyre was everything. 

Soft lips against mine. Soft hair between my fingers. 

Her scent is dizzying. 

This kiss is all-consuming. 

Every thought, every touch, it’s all her. 

Slowly, her hands slip down my body. Brushing down my neck, grazing over my breasts. 

We’re in her townhouse. I’m lying on the couch with Feyre on top of me, her thighs on either side of my hips. 

We barely made it through the front door before our hands and lips were all over each other. 

Feyre sits up, panting as she regains her breath. She peels off her top, throwing it to the side before doing the same with mine. 

“I can’t believe you asked,” I say, propping myself up on my elbows.

“I can’t believe you said yes,” she retorts, leaning down to kiss me again. 

Feyre kisses down my exposed neck, teasing along my collarbone, surely littering my skin with marks. 

She keeps kissing lower, taking one of my hardened nipples into her mouth and sucking. She takes the other between her thumb and finger, pinching softly. I gasp at the sensation, my hips roll, desperately begging for more.

Feyre hums against my chest, nipple still in her mouth as she grazes it with her teeth, eliciting another gasp from me. 

“You make such pretty sounds,” she says, swinging her leg over my body to stand on the floor. Feyre extends her hand for me to take. “Let’s go somewhere with more room, I want to explore every inch of you.” 

I take her hand, following her upstairs to the bedroom. 

We remove the rest of our clothes before Feyre motions for me to lie in the centre of the wide bed. She crawls between my legs, her face hovering centimetres above mine, her hand gentle against my cheek. 

Feyre leans down to kiss me again. Each stroke of her tongue is intentional. 

I wonder what that tongue would feel like in other places. 

I’m not left wondering for long as Feyre moves down my body. She pauses above my exposed sex, stroking down the outside of my thighs. 

“So pretty,” she says. “May I?” 

“Please,” I moan. 

“Such good manners too baby,” Feyre purrs, dipping her head between my legs.

She starts slow, lapping at me like a cat laps at milk. 

My hips start rolling and she presses them down firmly. 

“So responsive,” she laughs and I whine at the loss of contact. 

Feyre goes in with her fingers next, softly tracing along my clit at an agonising pace. 

I moan as the strokes turn to circles, giving me even more friction. My eyes close, allowing my body to focus on the feeling. 

“I like that noise,” she says, “but what sound do you make when I do this–” Her fingers slide down inside me and she starts to fuck me slowly. My moans get even louder as she starts to curl her fingers, hitting my sweet spot. I writhe beneath her fingers and she starts to pick up her pace. 

“You’re doing so good baby, tell Mommy how good it feels,” Feyre says, lowering her mouth to my clit once again. 

“Mmmm Mommy, feels so good. Mm so close.” I babble, eyes rolling as Feyre’s tongue circles my clit in tandem with her fingers. 

“Cum for me baby,” Feyre says, her fingers keeping their steady pace. 

A few more hard thrusts are all it takes to send me barrelling over the edge, crying out as the waves of pleasure roll over me. 

“Such a good girl,” Feyre says, slowing her thrusts as I ride out the high. 

My body stills as Feyre crawls beside me, wrapping her arms around me. She softly kisses the top of my head as I sigh contentedly. 

“How are you feeling?” Feyre asks. 

“Phenomenal.” 

Feyre laughs at my answer. “Are you tired, or do you want to keep going?” she questions.  

“I’m not even close to being done, it’s your turn.”

“Well then, come here and show Mommy some appreciation.” 

“Gladly.”