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utterlyotterlyx · 4 months ago

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Eden

Azriel x F!Reader

Summary - You had heard the rumours of the illustrious Shadowsinger, and you knew better than to get involved with him despite his eyes finding you. Though, everything changes after one fateful night, and you find yourself unwilling to be another one of his conquests.

Warnings - angst, swearing, mentions of blood, fluff, fuck boy to angel Az, jealousy, some sadness, suggestive tones

Based on this ask

Word Count - 11.5k (oops)

"You know that sleeping around isn't going to make your mate miraculously appear, right?" Cassian pretty much shouted across the table to Azriel, wincing and the loud thumping of the music and squealing laughter drifting through the dancefloor of Rita's.

Shrugging, Azriel continued to sip on his potent drink, so potent that it took the edge off of his misery for a few hours to allow him to enjoy being buried inside another female before he went home to only be surrounded by every single member of his family acting sickly in love.

At first Azriel only did it to forget about Elain and Lucien, at how she chose the fox over him, but then it spiralled into something more. It had become to poisonous and filled him with so much venom that he despised being around his family at all. He had moved himself out of the House of Wind to a small but cosy apartment on the outskirts of the city, mainly so that no one truly knew how many women he was bedding each week, but so that he could also escape the turmoil of mating bonds and happiness.

"I don't have a mate," Azriel admitted, truly believing that the Mother had chosen to restrict him of that single purity he had always yearned for.

His eyes scoured the crowd, trying to find a female he hadn't taken to bed yet, not wanting to fuck the same woman twice and lead her to believe that he wanted anything more from her than what he did.

"Don't say that," Cassian scolded lightly, frowning at his brother and worrying about the dimness laced in his eyes as they lazily dragged across the crowds. "She's out there, Az. You just have to be patient."

Cassian's words gave Azriel no hope. The Shadowsinger knew that Nesta disapproved of Cassian joining him in the evenings, and he knew that Rhys and Feyre were worried about his wellbeing, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

To care was to open himself up to more pain, and he couldn't do it again.

"No, I don't," Azriel downed the rest of his drink and rose from his place in the booth, rolling his shoulders and feeling his shadows peak up from behind his wings, just as solemn as their master. "You should get back to Nesta. I'll see you for training tomorrow," he mumbled, fixating his gaze on the woman he knew for certain he'd be taking to bed that night to forget how lonely he truly was, stalking toward her and leaving Cassian more worried than he ever had been.

There was something about clubs and alcohol that you despised. Maybe it was the way males kept on knocking into you without apology, or how they would lean in and shout down your ear in an attempt to get you to dance with them.

No. It was definitely the heat that you hated the most. How the sweaty bodies would writhe and pulse to the beat of the music with little care of the world raging on beyond the doors. A world you had ventured across to set up a practice in the Night Court, believing that it was where fate needed you to be.

"Loosen up, y/n," your slightly inebriated friend, Alana, childishly begged as she grabbed your hands and swung them in time to the melody. "This is your first night out since you got here. Have some fun."

Part of you wanted to listen to her, to truly give in and push yourself outside of the bubble of comfort your solitude had gifted you. It wasn't that you hadn't tried to, it was just that you enjoyed your quiet nights in curled up with a good book, and your days of healing and walking about the city. It was routine, and you were happy living within it.

Allowing Alana to twirl you around in the tight black cut-out dress she had forced you to adorn for the evening, you couldn't help but catch a glimpse of the most beautiful male you had ever seen as the world span. Stopping in your tracks, you watched his grin widen as a stunning blonde female wearing little to no clothing swayed against the front of his body, grinding her hips and ass onto him whilst his fingers tightened around her waist.

"Who is that?" Alana came to your side sporting a knowing smirk, biting her lip softly as she too watched the male move in rhythm with the woman in front of him.

Just as his lips floated downward, whispering and nipping at the shell of her ear, did Alana admit, "That's Azriel. He's part of the Inner Circle," her eyes moved to you, dragging from your feet up to your face, "And he'd ruin you, sweetheart."

"I'm not interested," you lied.

Alana saw straight through it, "Liar," she nudged, "There isn't a single unmated female in this city that doesn't wish that he wouldn't beckon them to his bed, and he's had many of them."

There was no way that you could compare to the woman in front of him, she had golden blonde hair and rouge painted lips, and she had a wildness to her that you'd never be able to own. And, like he knew that fact, his eyes moved upward to yours and you felt like he was searching the depths of your soul. The stare was so intense that you felt the heat rise to your cheeks and had no choice but to break the contact, and you felt his smirk rake over your body as you turned away.

For the rest of the evening, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't stop yourself from finding Azriel from wherever he was in the room. Women flocked around him, but it was clear that he had made his choice, and you had to watch as the woman sauntered from the bar, dragging him behind her for an night of ruin.

And all you could do was wonder what exactly that would be like.

Nursing a hangover and little to no sleep thanks to the blonde feline Azriel had taken to bed that morning, the last thing he wanted to do was train with Cassian, but he knew he'd never hear the end of it if he bailed.

So there he was, clad in his leathers beneath the scorching sun, regretting all of his life choices.

At least he found something new out, something that his shadows didn't deem necessary to tell him. There was a new female in the city, one who reeked of Dawn, who was as beautiful as a setting sun in the depths of summer. Azriel couldn't help but picture her face whilst he fucked that woman, imagining her lips breathless and perfectly rounded, imagining the smoothness of her skin under his touch, and the subtle waves of her hair spiralling down her back.

It seemed that his wish to know more of her was answered the moment Feyre and Rhys stepped onto the training grounds atop the House of Wind, muttering about a new healer that Nyx had become obsessed with.

"Nyx just adores her," Feyre spoke with wonder, clad in her custom made training leathers that Rhys had made for her. "He let her give him his injections, he won't let Madja close enough to even try."

Rhys hummed in response, smiling at the memory and clearly pleased by the being he had welcomed into the city, "Well, Thesan did say that she is the best he's seen in a long time. I'm glad that she's here. It means that Madja can retire now if she wants to."

A new healer? From the Dawn Court?

No wonder she was so beautiful. She had been born in the most serene court of Prythian, she had probably grown up with the Peregryns, and had been trained by Thesan himself.

Turning his attention back to Cassian, Azriel couldn't help but let his mind wander to the healer he had seen the night before. It was strange how he found her eyes, pools of innocent bliss gazing at him from across the room that he couldn't help but be infatuated with. He still felt the pang of disappointment in his soul when she had looked away.

Training ensued without any issues, and by the end of the session Azriel was sure that he was going to throw up whilst Cassian seemed as chipper as ever. Nesta must have been nice to him when he returned home last night.

Just as Azriel went to flex his wings and return to his apartment as far away from the House of Wind, and thus Elain and Lucien, as possible, the clearing of a throat caused his feet to stick to the ground. "Az, a word?"

Rhys stood a mere few feet behind Azriel and watched as his tensed wings folded between his shoulders before he slowly turned to face him. "Is something wrong?"

"No," Rhys narrowed his eyes, still anxious about approaching Azriel considering the last time he had expressed his worry it had caused Azriel to move across the city. "I have a mission that I need you to go on. It's urgent. There's been increasing reports from the mountain camps that wing clipping has made a return. I need you to verify it."

It was one of the few things that truly got under Azriel's skin, the removal of wings from Illyrian females, usually little girls. Wordlessly, Azriel nodded, turning his back to Rhys and stepping toward the ledge that would plunge him downward, "I'll leave this afternoon."

And with that, Azriel extended his wings and propelled himself upward, ebbing and flowing over the scape of the city and trying to pinpoint where exactly the new healers practice was located. He had even sent his shadows out to continue the search when he had returned home, needing nothing more than the wash away the sweat and stench of alcohol alongside the lingering teeth marks peppered along his collarbone.

It made him feel disgusting. Azriel awoke each morning with a different female coiled around her torso feeling less like a man and more like a personal whore to the women of Velaris. It was tiring, but it was the only way he could tear his mind away from the pits of his immortal loneliness.

During his preparations, his shadows returned singing their findings.

The Sidra.

Beautiful.

Angel.

Sad.

Azriel wondered what in the world could cause something so incredible to be sad. And he vowed to delve deeper into the female upon his return, to find out what was the cause of her sadness and rid her of it.

If he couldn’t fix his own life then perhaps he could fix it for someone else. Someone who deserved it.

The sun had began to wane by the time Azriel was ready to leave for the mountain camps, he was dressed in his usual leathers with siphons glowering under the descending light. He didn’t bother looking back at the mess that was his apartment, he was used to looking back and saying goodbye to Cassian, and ruffling Nyx’s black mass of hair whilst promising the child that he wouldn’t be long.

But he was alone now, he had nothing to look back to.

It didn’t take The Shadowsinger long to reach the mountain camps. He landed far enough away to not be detected and approached the camps on foot, taking the time to try and evaluate when his life had become so unsatisfying and lifeless.

Looking into the eyes of that woman across the room at Rita’s was the first time he had felt alive, truly alive, in what felt like eons. And he was sure that he’d be chasing that feeling for the rest of his miserable days on the earth.

His wings were drooped at the tips, almost dragging along the floor, and his shadows continued on their melancholy journey slithering over his spine and shoulders before shivering and returning to where they had come from, searching for a speckle of warmth.

It was only when he heard the cries echoing from the centre of the camp did he truly focus on why he was there. The cries were whimpering, pleading, begging whoever it was to stop, and the voice was so gentle, so childlike and innocent that Azriel was beginning to lose the taut grip he usually had over his self-control.

Truthteller sang at his side, thirsty for a taste of blood, eager to take another life especially if it meant ridding the continent of another monster. Azriel was happy to indulge it.

Without wasting a moment, and without thinking, he entered the clearing in the centre of the camp and moved as fast as a phantom wind in cutting down the Illyrian males that deemed the barbarity acceptable, starting with the poor excuse of one that was towering over the cowering girl who had blood leaking from her ears and nose.

It was a bloodbath, and Azriel couldn’t bring himself to stop, not even when the arrows embedded themselves into his thigh and torso and caused his vision to blur. He could make out the pools of blood, and he could feel his shadows tightening around his limbs in attempt to get him to stop, and only when his breath became latched within his throat did he realise that there was no one left for him to maim, no one that would dare to face him anyway.

He hissed at the spreading pain being carried through his body, grabbing one of the three arrows and pulling it from his skin, smelling the arrowhead and cursing at the faint scent of nightshade laced to it.

Azriel knew that he didn’t have long, a few hours at most to make it home and get to Madja before the poison claimed him. Part of him wondered if there was any point, if living was something he truly wanted to do, but then he remembered her and the look in those beautiful eyes that had him craving life and adventure.

He decided to try. For her.

The last thing you were expecting that night was to be awoken in the early hours of the morning, when the moon was still alight in the star glittered sky, by a shouting High Lord and one of your assistants.

Your day had swam by like they all did, you healed, prescribed tonics, created balms and ointments from scratch, and visited the orphanage in the centre of the city, carrying out health checks so that everyone could rest assured that all of those beautiful children were healthy even if they weren't exactly happy.

Every patient that stopped by during the afternoon had much to tell you. After seeing you at Rita's the night before, they felt more comfortable in gossiping to you, realising that you were committing to their culture and activities. So you weren't exactly surprised when your fifth patient had something to say about Azriel.

You doubted that he even saw you through his drunken, lust-filled haze, but you saw him; you saw his hazel eyes lazily hooded and warm when they found you, you saw his lips tilt upward into a smile, and you saw the clear pain that lingered beneath the surface. Alana had told you, sternly, to not think of him, that he would be the ruin of you, but you couldn't help but think about him.

Now that you had the image of him, it was impossible to remove it from your mind.

Your mother would have scolded you for it if she were alive, she would have said that you had worked too hard and spent too long training to heal those who needed a kind touch to throw it away for some pretty male that hadn't even uttered a single word to you. She was right. As always.

Which made the entire situation a lot more strange, so strange that you had genuinely believed that you were dreaming when your assistant entered your bedroom above the practice and shook you awake.

"Y/N?" Priscilla asked, sheepishly shaking you before fumbling with her fingers at her front. "I'm sorry to wake you, but it's an emergency?"

Light spilled in from the slightly ajar door, and you could hear Rhys talking frantically from the floor below, his voice drifting up the stairs and into your ears.

It wasn't a dream at all.

You sat up quickly, causing all the blood to rush to your head, and you didn't bother to put any shoes on as you slid a plush cream cotton cardigan over your arms and barrelled down the stairs.

A gasp escaped your lips.

There lay Azriel on your examination table, blood smeared over his leathers and siphons, his skin pale and sickly, and his shadows limp in a circle above his head.

"Y/N." Rhys spoke, voice tense and wobbling, and your eyes snapped to him. He was also coated in blood, Azriel's blood, and the High Lord looked between you and his brother desperately. "Please."

Running your fingers through your unbound hair, your quickly threw it up into a loose set bun at the back of your head and quickly disinfected your hands before you moved to the Shadowsinger, to the same male who couldn't look more different than he had in Rita's.

"What happened to him?" Azriel groaned at the sound of your voice, not fully coherent but it was like he knew that it was you tending to him, and his shadow perked up for but a moment before slumping back onto the table.

Rhys was beside himself, raking his fingers through his hair and down the sides of his face. "I sent him to the mountain camps to verify a rumour," he told you, not wanting to give too much away, "He was shot with arrows, I think they were poisoned. He came back to us like this, barely breathing and mumbling some nonsense about wanting to look back."

"Did you bring the arrows?"

Within seconds, Rhys produced two of the arrows, and you noted that Azriel must have taken the third one out himself at left it in the mountains. You run your fingers along the wood, bringing the oaken arrows to your nose and scenting the oozing liquid coating the head.

"Nightshade," your voice faltered. It wasn't often that you saw anyone with nightshade poisoning, they usually didn't last so long, and the fact that Azriel had was a miracle.

You flew around the room, gathering various ointments, balms, and rags, ordering Priscilla to fetch a bucket of tepid water to keep his fever down.

"Azriel?" you called to him softly, and his head moved in the direction of his voice, "I'm y/n. I'm going to help you, alright? You just need to stay with me for a little while longer. Can you do that?"

A low whine passed through his lips, tugging at the strings of your heart, and you took that as his voice of agreement. Ordering Rhys to stand back and for Priscilla to press the dampened rag to his forehead, you began to work.

Slowly, you cut through his leathers to expose his chest to the Velarian air, noting every ripple and tense of his muscles and they writhed from the effects of the poison in his system. Without thinking, you rested your glowing palms against his abdomen, calling on every morsel of your power to dive into his veins and extract every drop of poison that lived within him.

Rhys and Priscilla watched in awe as the poison began to vacate his body through the entry wounds left by the arrows, they watched that black putrid filth run down the sides of his body and drip onto the stone floor. But you didn't stop, you wouldn't let a single tear of that poison live inside of him, and once the last drop had left him, Azriel opened his eyes and gasped.

The relief he was feeling must have been profound. His eyes trailed along your face, much enjoying this version of you than the one he saw at Rita's, noting the long lashes of your closed eyes as your power surged through him to ensure that his blood was clean. You didn't even realise that your eyes were closed until his clammy, trembling fingers curled around your wrist.

His eyes were weak and drowsy, he was rightfully exhausted, and you pulled your hands away slowly, the glow in your palms weakening more by the second. Then you moved your eyes to his face, his sickly pallid face and equally pale lips that were parted in shock.

And then you felt it, that golden thread withering in solitude connecting with its other half, entwining and thrumming in clear skies, burning gold in the pits of darkness.

"Mate." Azriel rasped, eyes wide and fingers fumbling to keep a hold on you, his thankful shadows trailing up your arms to steal the warmth locked beneath your skin.

You could feel Rhys' eyes on you, examining you, not knowing what to do or say in the moment.

"Right. Yes." Azriel's wounds were still open and angry, and that is why you couldn't fully adapt to what had just happened between you, not when you could feel his pain laced with hope flow down the freshly unlocked bond.

The rest of your work was done in silence. You applied thick balms to his wounds to urge them to close and disinfect before bandaging his entire torso and thigh, apologising when each wince would sound from his lips. And all he did was watch your face whilst you worked, he watched the furrow of your brow and the concentration within your eyes, and he realised why his mind was focused on you since the moment he had seen you.

You were his mate.

His mate.

His.

When you had finished, you turned to Rhys who was perched upon a nearby chair, observing in perfect silence, and beckoned him to follow you onto the porch of your practice, closing the door softly behind you whilst Priscilla continued to clean the blood and dirt from his skin. "He would have died if you had come five minutes later."

Rhys took a step toward you, "Will he be alright?"

Part of you had to admire Rhys for his care, for the way he cared about every member of his found family and how he would go to the ends of the earth to ensure that they lived, but another part of you hated him for sending Azriel to the mountain camps in the first place.

"He'll be fine. I suggest letting him rest, someone will need to watch him," your voice trailed off slightly, not knowing whether to offer or not considering the revelation that he was your mate, "I'll stop in and do regular checks over the next couple of days, but for now he just needs to be somewhere comfortable."

"I'll take him to the River House," Rhys promised, knowing that was the only place where Azriel could truly rest, and the only place where you could enter without having to go through the rest of their dysfunctional family. "How are you feeling?"

A thin smile tugged at the corners of your lips, "I'm fine."

"I meant," he took another step toward you, glancing down at the blood that now stained your cardigan and skirt of your night dress, "How are you feeling about Azriel being your mate?"

Peering over your shoulder and through the window, you saw Azriel looking up at the ceiling with a gentle smile on his lips. "I know who he is, his reputation. I'm someone who has given their entire life to be amazing at what they do, which means that I'm inexperience in other aspects. I don't think I'm the kind of woman that he wants."

Shaking his head, Rhys brushed against your side, "Trust me. You are everything that he has ever wanted."

All you could do was hum in reply, and you folded your arms over your chest to protect against the chilled winds as you stepped back inside, internally grinning at Azriel's effort to sit upright the moment you were back in his presence. You stopped at his side, "I've told Rhys to take you somewhere comfortable so that you can recover, and I'll stop by over the next few days to make sure that you're healing properly and that there aren't any side effects from the poison."

Azriel furrowed his brow, "But what about us?"

"Let's just get you healed first," you told him, doing your best to stay calming, "Then we can revisit everything else."

He wanted to say more, he wanted to take your hand and bring it to his mouth, he wanted to know what your skin tasted like on his tongue. He wanted to know everything he could about you, and he was desperate for it, so desperate that no words fell from his fumbling lips as he tried to force a reply.

Azriel felt like a schoolboy approaching his crush for the first time, and you noticed that the illustrious Shadowsinger was truly lost for words.

"You can take him now, Rhys. I'll come by in the morning."

"Thank you, y/n."

Azriel watched as you bowed your head to Rhys in acknowledgment, "Of course," you told him, your eyes finding Azriel one last time before all he could hear was the patter of your feet against the wooden stairs and smell the lingering scent of fresh berries and sweetened citrus.

Waiting for the morning was driving him insane already, but he would wait for you. He would always wait for you.

The morning had come too quickly, but sleep hadn't found Azriel that night, and he wasn't sure if it was because of the stabbing pains in his chest or the excitement bubbling in his gut at the thought of seeing you again.

After being fixed up, Rhys had winnowed them both back to the River House, Rhys refusing to let Azriel be anywhere else considering you have given him strict instructions to ensure an eye was kept on him, at least until he could walk on his own two feet.

He had forgotten how peaceful the River House was in his miserable meandering through life, he had forgotten its comfort, he had forgotten what it had been like to be around family. His room had been left untouched, his bed made and books still open on the last pages he had read splayed across the desk.

By the sunlight pooling onto his bedroom floor, Azriel could tell that it was nearing midday, which meant that you were going to be arriving any moment. Any movement made him wince, but he found enough strength to be able to sit up in the bed, he knew that you'd want to check the wounds beneath his bandages and wanted to make it easier for you.

His wings were tucked neatly behind his back, and his shadows were sleeping soundly atop his shoulders. Azriel was too busy watching them to notice the opening of his door, only realising that someone else was there when their scent worked its way into his bones.

"You're sat up," your voice was light and soft as you entered, medical bag in hand and dressed in a plain but beautiful taupe gown with low looped sleeves and a corset of brown leather. "That's a good sign."

Azriel's heart stopped at the sight of you, at your hair unbound but the front pieces held back by a cream coloured fabric headband, at the dress and the glowing of your skin in the warming sunlight.

With a small smile, you perched on the edge of the bed, unclipping the clasp of your bag and retrieving some small vials and tubs, setting them down on the bedside table and turning to him. "How are you feeling?"

"Better. Much better," was all he could manage to say, completely mesmerised by the hue of your eyes in the light and shape of your lips, "Thanks to you."

"It's no problem," you told him softly, reaching for the bandages around his torso and taking your time in unwinding them.

In a couple of days he would be as good as new thanks to his other-worldly healing beginning to kick in, and you told him as such as you reapplied the balm and placed two patches to the effected areas on his torso, carefully massaging the balm into the wounds to make sure that it did its job.

"I need to talk to you," he took your wrist in his hand before you could move your attention to the wound on his thigh, his eyes were pleading to talk about something other than his pain, you could feel it flow down the bond that you were trying to adapt to. "I need to know where your head is, with us."

"The moment you looked at me that night was the first time I felt that someone had actually seen me, even if you were drunk," you spoke with a huff of amusement, "You looked at me, and then you took a woman home who is infinitely more beautiful and wild than I am, and then I had to hear everything that everyone says of you. Forgive me if I'm feeling apprehensive and would like to just focus on making sure that you live."

Azriel understood, truly he did, but that didn't make the words sting any less. "I'd like to show you the real me, if you'll let me." His heart thundered in his chest at your silence, and the nerves settled in his gut and swarmed within his heart that was beating for you.

Unable to deny those rounded eyes brimming with hope for a brighter tomorrow, you sighed, "Fine," you told him, "Once you're back on your feet, I'll give you a chance. Now let me work."

The tone of your voice made Azriel release your wrist and settle back into the cushions of his bed, and he didn't make a single sound whilst you worked on the wound buried into his thigh, applying the same balm and wrapping it up before giving him instructions for the ointments and tonic to help the pain. "Thank you for saving my life."

Your eyes found his again and you could have melted at the pure desperation within them, "Well, I couldn't exactly let my mate die now, could I?"

"Will you be back?"

Azriel observed you as you packed up your things, disposing of the bloody rags and bandages in a wisp of smoke. "I have some errands to run but I'll stop by on my way home. Is there anything that you need?"

"Just you."

Even in his state Azriel was a shameless flirt, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop the innocent smile from taking over your face, but you couldn't stop the blush from prickling at your skin, and a part of you didn't want to.

"I'll be back later. Eat something and rest, you need to build your strength back up. The tonics can help with the rest and the pain."

Azriel tilted his head in your direction whilst you gathered the last of your instruments, clasping your bag shut and rising from the bed. He knew there was a reason why he had been drawn to you, why you hadn't left his mind, and it was because you were his mate. The one fated to be his. The one thing he thought he'd never be able to have.

And gods, you were the most perfect thing he'd ever seen.

With a gentle and reassuring smile, you squeezed his forearm softly before removing yourself from the room and taking your time in making your way downstairs, dawdling in the halls to examine the artworks and ornaments lining them. Though, you weren't expecting to come face to face with Cassian the moment you moved from the last step.

He wore a shit-eating grin and stood before you with his arms crossed tightly over his chest whilst his eyes slowly drifted to the stairs and what, or rather who, lay resting on the floor above. "Always in the right place, aren't you y/n?"

Luckily for him, you had often been in the right places when he required some healing or tonics, whether it be for him or Nesta during her most recent cycle. "It's quite literally my job, Cass."

Cassian grinned and chuckled deeply, his orbs morphed into sincere and he cleared his throat, "Thank you for what you did last night. Azriel may be difficult but he's family. We'd be lost without him." He laid his large hand on your shoulder in thanks, it was light a weighted blanket, comforting in a way you'd never found in anyone else. "And," he began, sighing, "Rhys told me about the bond. How are you feeling?"

Dropping your shoulders, you shook your head slightly and looked toward the ceiling, worried that Azriel was going to hear what you had to say before finding Cassian's gaze. "I'll tell you what I told Rhys, and Azriel. I don't think I'm the kind of woman he wants. I've heard the rumours, I've seen the kind of women he takes home every night and I couldn't be more different to them. I'll give him a chance once he's better, but that's all I can do right now."

"I understand," Cassian smiled sadly, removing his hand from your shoulder and glancing down at the bag loosely held in your fingers. "Isn't today supposed to be your day off?"

Rolling your eyes, you lightly swatted his chest as you passed by, "Stop analysing my schedule, Cass. I never have days off anyway."

"How else am I meant to know when to come to see you?" Cassian called after you, unmoving from his place at the bottom of the stairs.

"You don't need an appointment to come and see me," you waved him away without turning around, pacing into the lounge and instantly feeling your confused mood lift when you saw Nyx wobblily walking about the room.

The small child, under the watchful eye of Feyre, instantly moved to you, babbling and reaching upward, and you swept him into your arms and felt your soul blossom when he rested his head on your chest. "He loves you," you craned your head to the side at the sound of Feyre's voice, a pencil was lazily held between her fingers and the sketchbook resting in her lap was kissed with the first swirls of grey, "Nyx that is, though I'm sure that Azriel does too," she spoke, setting her things down on the centre table.

"Well I only care about Nyx right now."

You were sure that Azriel could feel your joy and love for the child flowing down the bond, you seemed to be able to feel everything the other felt. His hope, pain, and blissful desires, and your exhaustion and innocent joys.

"I just want you to know that Azriel is probably the best of us," she began, rising to her feet and smoothing down the wrinkles in her skirt, she approached you, eyes flitting between you and Nyx with a serene smile, "He is patient and kind, courageous and gentle, and he has so much love to give. I think the recent period in his life was caused by the belief that he wasn't worthy of it." Feyre ran her fingers through Nyx's short onyx hair, "You deserve to see the real Az, in the way that we see him."

"Thank you, Feyre."

The High Lady hummed softly, "Always," you gently passed Nyx over to her, allowing him to grab your finger in his tiny palm in an attempt to get your arms wrapped around him again. "Are you going into the city?"

"Yes. I have some supplies and orders to pick up, and I'm going to try to enjoy the little time I get to spend by myself."

"Well, have fun. We'll be seeing you later? Why don't you stay for dinner?"

"Oh, I wouldn't want to intrude-"

"You're not," the deep voice of Rhys reverberated from behind you, his chest brushed against your back as he passed, heading straight toward his mate and child and kissing them both lightly on the forehead before turning his attention to you fully. "You save us all on a daily basis. You're always welcome here."

"I appreciate that," you swayed back and forth on the balls of your feet, wanting the ground to swallow you whole, "I should get going. I'll see you both later."

It didn't take you long to gather the supplies and orders that you needed for the practice, and once you had dropped them back of Priscilla, who admitted that the day had gone slowly, you decided to take a walk around the city. You browsed the endless bookshops and headed to the markets to see what garments they were selling, settling on a flowing ivory skirt and shimmering pale blue dress.

The sun was setting by the time you were done, bags in hands full of new treats for yourself as well as a new toy for Nyx that you had seen and couldn't not buy.

Scents of honey cured meats and roasted vegetables drifted down the stone path that led to the River House, and you could faintly make out the silhouettes of Rhys and Cassian through the window. And, like she knew that you were stood there watching, Feyre opened the front door and smiled at you, beckoning you closer.

Feyre took all the bags from your hands bar one, the one that you needed to take to Nyx who was already on his feet and swaying over to you the moment you stepped through the door. You knelt on the ground to greet him, the paper bag settled on the floor beside you, "I got you something today," you teased, diving your hand into the bag and retrieving the small stuff bat you had spied at one of the many market stalls that afternoon.

Nyx beamed, taking it from you and babbling his thanks as he moved into your arms, looking up at you expectantly to pick him up, and you did so without question.

"You spoil him too much," Rhys moved to sit beside you on the couch, watching Nyx with a faint smile as he played with his new toy. "Azriel is walking around. Seems that whatever you did is working."

"I would say that it's because of his own determination but we both know that was all me," Rhys laughed at your words, especially at how you had modified your tone to be Nyx-friendly.

"That it was," a sultry voice drifted through the air, sending involuntary shivers down your spine. You glanced over you shoulder, spying Azriel in the doorway with his hands buried into his pockets, looking as perfect as he had that night at Rita's.

His hair was messy, like he had raked his fingers through it with frustration, his skin was golden, and it looked like he had gotten some kind of rest given the disappearing bags that lingered beneath his eyes. The shirt he wore was unbuttoned toward the top, allowing you to see his still intact bandages and the tattoos that swirled the area. His wings were poised and neatly tucked at his shoulders, like he wanted to appear as unthreatening as possible to you.

Azriel appeared shy and sheepish, eyes floating through the room, finding Cassian and Rhys before landing on you and Nyx. So that was what the joy down the bond was, it was Nyx, it was a child that made you feel so light and happy.

Recognising the tension between you both, Cassian took the opportunity to plop himself down on a nearby armchair, setting his feet upon the table where Feyre's art supplies still lay, and spoke, "So, you two are mates?"

Closing his eyes, Azriel wanted nothing more than to punch his brother through the ground and into the realms of hell. Instead, he inhaled deeply, "Yes, Cassian," he gritted through his tensed teeth, noticing that you had chosen to take your awkwardness and pour your attention into Nyx.

"Well? What are you going to do about it?"

Slowly realising what Cassian was doing by the cock of his brow and slight smirk, Azriel decided to play along, "I'd like to take y/n out. I'd like to get to know her and see if she would like to accept the bond."

Cassian turned to you, innocent mischief laced in his orbs, "Y/N. Would you like to go out with Azriel, get to know him and figure out if you'd like to accept the bond?"

Rolling your eyes at his antics and slicing a glare to Rhys who had slightly sunk into the cushions of the seat, you replied, "Yes. I would."

"Great," Cassian shot to his feet with a clap of his hands which made you jump slightly, "Tomorrow. Az will pick you up from the practice."

"Fantastic."

"Amazing."

You and Azriel both spoke in unison whilst Rhys' foot tapped against the floor, raking his fingers across your mind and slipping into your lowered walls. I'm sorry about him. He's always been a meddler unfortunately.

You don't say.

The first date was going well up until it wasn't.

Azriel had arrived at the practice at sundown, flowers in hand, looking more incredible than you could have ever thought he could. It was clear that had spent the entire evening planning your first night alone together, he had taken you to the restaurant along the Sidra and had spent most of the time asking you questions about your work, appearing genuinely interested in the journey you had taken to get you to where you were.

He was intelligent, and soft, and funny in his own dry way, and you were beginning to understand what Cassian and Feyre meant.

It was going perfectly until a woman approached the table, batting her eyelashes toward Azriel and looking to you like you were the biggest pile of nothing on the continent. She was beautiful, long brunette curls and feline honey eyes, and it didn't help like she had the body of a goddess, carved from the finest of marble. You didn't want to admit it, but she made you feel so inferior, so disposable.

Azriel was polite, his fingers drifting against yours the entire time she was at the table, trying to reassure you whilst she essentially asked when she could see him again. In the nicest way he could, Azriel told her that he wasn't interested and asked her to leave, and all that had earned you was a venomous glare and a scoff.

He apologised profusely, and you accepted it, you were willing to let it go. After all, you could understand why women would approach him. Azriel was gorgeous, perhaps the most gorgeous male in all of Prythian, and you couldn't blame anyone for approaching him. If you had that level of confidence then maybe you would have too.

The second time it had happened, it dampened your hopes that a life with Azriel could work.

The Shadowsinger had asked you to go on a walk with him to the markets, he had picked out jewels and other beautiful items that he was sure would look beautiful on you. You had insisted that you didn't need them, that you could but them yourself, but he wasn't having any of it.

It was all going well until another woman showed up, curling her painted fingers around his bicep and pressing her body up against his side. Azriel looked visibly uncomfortable, you'd give him that, and like the same women he sent away at dinner, he told her that he wasn't interested and to leave him alone. The woman all but snarled at you, and you knew that you were going to be the talk of the city, that you were going to be known as Azriel's newest flame.

Unfortunately, it just kept on getting worse.

The people of Velaris had begun coming into the practice faking injuries just so that they'd be able to speak to you and pull the situation between you and Azriel from your lips. It was tiring. Everyone had their pasts, you knew that and you were fine with Azriel's, but it didn't mean that you wanted it waved around in front of your face.

Every single fake patient that waltzed through the doors to your practice served as a constant reminder that you'd never be good enough for Azriel. But you had seen the good in him, you had seen how much he respected you, how his eyes lit up when you spoke about whatever it was that you were passionate about, and you felt his adoration flow down the bond whenever you would see Nyx. You knew that Azriel was smitten, but you also knew that he had no idea just how much everything was effecting you.

It had all come to a head the night he had suggested to make you dinner at his apartment, to minimise the risk of anyone approaching you, and you deduced that it must have been Feyre's idea. Not even the Inner Circle were free of the city gossip mill.

He had done his best to be as comfortable and romantic as possible, and you knew that he wasn't expecting anything to happen, he just wanted you to see how serious he was about you. Candles lined the ledges, and he had placed pillows at the coffee table before the large arched windows which allowed you to see the entire golden valley of Velaris.

It was beautiful. It was perfect.

Then, halfway through the dinner he had impressively made by himself, the door to his apartment opened, and before your eyes stood the same blonde bombshell he had taken home the night you had seen him for the first time. Your breath became lodged in your throat, and all you felt was disappointment and sadness at yet another date being ruined.

"Oh, I'm sorry to interrupt," she walked further into the room, eyes drifting about the candle-filled ledges with a smirk. "I was hoping that you'd be alone tonight," she was brazen enough to remove her coat, revealing little clothing beneath in an outfit that extenuated her curves and breasts.

Azriel's eyes were trained on you, but you couldn't look at him. You folded your hands into your lap and kept your eyes on the floor, trying your best to not cry in that moment, to not appear as weak. But he could feel it, he could feel the sadness and anger bubbling inside of you.

"Come on, Azriel," she purred, golden hair flowing over her shoulders, "Say goodbye to your latest conquest and come back to me. We both know that she clearly isn't what you want."

That was it.

Wordlessly you rose to your feet, hastily gathering your jacket and satchel in your arms before rounding her toward the door. "Don't take it personally, sweetie," she called after you condescendingly, "You just aren't what he needs."

You had never run anywhere, not because you didn't want to but because you enjoyed your slow meandering, you enjoyed watching the world go by slowly, but you sprinted home that night, ignoring his pleas down the bond and instead deciding to shut it off completely as you slammed the door shut to your bedroom.

A couple weeks passed by, weeks of silence which you channelled into your work, opting to take a research trip to the Autumn Court to sample their botanicals for a new balm you wanted to craft. The best part about leaving the city for awhile was that you could work undisturbed by Azriel and the Inner Circle.

Luckily for you, Eris, the new High Lord, was happy for you to experiment your skills and craft on his soldiers and injured townsfolk, knowing of your reputation and passion for healing. He had offered you a place in his court, doting on you often in a bid to get you to stay, but nothing would get you to leave the wonder that was Velaris, no matter how much you wanted to burrow yourself away and hide for eternity.

That morning, you were nestled at the edge of a brook that was passing through the forest just east of Fir Manor, drawing flowers and examining their properties when you heard the leaves crunch from behind you. From the scent, you knew that it was Eris coming to check on you again. He looked good, he adorned a pair of sage green briefs and a cream blouse, and you couldn't forget the brown leather riding boots you loved so much to the point he had gone out and bought you your own pair.

"This is the third time you've stopped by this morning alone," you spoke, not lifting your gaze from your notebook that was littered with colourful sketches and text.

Eris fell to your side, finding a comfortable place on the blanket you often carried around with you so that your body didn't break against the rocks. "I've been invited to the Night Court to see Lucien. I think that they're hoping that you'll join me."

The pencil in your hand froze against the parchment, and you straightened your posture to look at him, at the amber eyes and fire-red hair that he had recently had cut. Eris had been kind to you, understanding the need to escape for awhile, he had immersed you in his culture, had given you many dresses to fit the season, and not once did you see a droplet of hatred within him.

You were aware that the time was approaching to go back, that you couldn't leave Priscilla on her own for much longer even if Madja was back from her holidays and taking the brunt of the patients in the city. Though, you wished you could have a little longer to enjoy the serenity and joy of your work without everything else weighing down on you.

Looking to him, you smiled thinly, tapping the end of your pencil against the parchment of the notebook, "I suppose it's time that I went back anyway. I'm surprised that the practice hasn't burned to the ground yet."

Eris chuckled, his shoulder brushing against your own, "If things are still tense when we're there, you're always welcome to come back with me."

"Thank you, Eris. I really appreciate everything you've done for me."

"Of course," he smirked, "Anything for Prythian's best healer."

The High Lord jumped to his feet, wiping away any small rocks and pebbles of dirt from his briefs before offering a hand to you and helping you up off of the ground. "Always an ulterior motive with you," you lightly scolded him, looping the strap of your satchel over your shoulder whilst he folded the blanket over his arm.

"Can you blame me for wanting you all to myself?" Eris nudged into you, falling in step with you back toward Fir Manor. Once inside the safety of the walls, Eris asked you to pack your things, including the items he had gifted to you, and winnowed you both to the boarder of the Night Court where Rhys was already waiting.

Eris had never seen anyone so desperate to leave his side in years, he watched intently as you babbled some nonsense about needing to get back to the practice, muttering a soft goodbye before disappearing.

"Are you trying to piss Azriel off?" Rhys asked, eyes following your figure through the woodland until he couldn't see you anymore. You reeked of Eris, of Autumn, and wore a dress of burnt orange and riding boots that matched Eris' own. "You know that they're mates."

"For now," Eris quipped with a smirk, causing Rhys to look toward his new ally with confusion, "Can you blame her for questioning it? Considering every time they've been together it's been ruined by one of his one-night whores?"

Rhys was all too aware of what had happened thanks to Nesta who had heard from Cassian, she was too worried about Azriel to not divulge what she knew even though she couldn't stand to be around Rhys. Plus, Nesta liked you, from what little she had seen, she believed that you were a gift from the mother to them all.

"I can't say that I do," he admitted, frowning at the place where you had been stood, eager to get away from him.

It must have been hard, to find out that you had a mate, to give him a chance for it all to be ruined by his past conquests sticking their noses in where they weren't wanted. Then there was the matter of the gossip, of people truly believing you had slipped him some kind of love tonic to get him to want you. It had infuriated Rhys when he had found out, so much so that he had visited those spreading such vile accusations and ordered them to stop or otherwise be banished from the City of Starlight.

Rhys wanted to protect you, he wanted you to be happy even if it wasn't with Azriel.

But not with Eris. Never with Eris.

Unwillingly, Rhys escorted Eris to the House of Wind to be with his brother and new sister-in-law, and returned home to Feyre as fast as he possibly could.

It didn't take you long to catch up with an extremely thankful and tired Priscilla, her blue eyes were brimming with exhaustion and stress, her lips were cracked and her skin was dry. You apologised to her profusely, and thanked her for keeping the practice going whilst you took some much needed time away from the city.

Perhaps Alana was right, maybe Azriel would be the ruin of you.

Priscilla told you that she understood, but that she was happy that you were back. So, you gave her the rest of the week off, feeling alive and ready to dive back into the occupation you adored so much. It turned out to be a quiet day, shipping off some balms and ointments for some follow up patients, some minor cuts from training scuffled that were quickly treated and males sent on their way, and before you knew it the sun had began to set.

The chiming of the bell at the entryway signalled that someone had entered the practice past opening hours. Wiping your hands on your tatty apron, you headed into the waiting foyer, not paying much mind to anything until the scent of cedar and mountains kissed your lungs.

Azriel stood before you, eyes wild and appearing somewhat dishevelled, black bags beneath his eyes from lack of sleep and a certain worried paleness clinging to his skin. His shadows sensed you immediately, shooting from his shoulders and dancing around your waist.

In your haste to work you had forgotten to take a shower or change out of the clothes Eris had gifted you, and you saw that Azriel had noticed the style and scent that surrounded you. But, he swallowed harshly and rasped, "You look beautiful."

His tired words threatened to cleave your heart into a million pieces, "Thank you."

Silence hung between you, heavy and tense, and you weren't sure what to say. Should you apologise for the clothing and the scent of Eris that lingered around you? Should you apologise for disappearing without a trace with no way for him to contact you?

Azriel looked lost, like he hadn't slept since the night you left his apartment in such a hurry, but the words of that woman still lingered in your mind. Conquest. Not what he needs. It dawned on you that he may not have known just how deeply it had effected you, how inexperienced you had realised you were, how insecure these women had caused you to feel.

"I'm sorry, for that night at my apartment. I didn't invite her, I don't know why she even showed up," he took a step toward you and you didn't move, not knowing what it was that you wanted in that moment, "I should have gone after you. I should have stopped you from leaving but you silenced the bond and I thought I was the last person you wanted to see. I was wrong."

"Azriel, I-"

"Please," he took another step toward you, and kept on moving until his fingers caressed beneath your chin and pulled your gaze up to meet his eyes. "I didn't think that I deserved to be loved, not after what I've done. I thought that the mother had taken one look at me decided that I wasn't worth it. So, yes, I slept around, I wanted to do all I could to forget the fact that I was destined to be alone forever even though having a mate, having you, was all that I've ever wanted."

"You are magnificent, y/n. Truly. No woman even holds a candle to you. You are intelligent and passionate, you are beautiful and peaceful in ways that I never thought I'd be able to witness or feel. I stopped wanting to look back, I stopped wanting to say goodbye to the people I love, and then I met you and I knew I'd found the one I wanted to look back to every night and look forward to every morning."

"You are not a conquest to me. I was ready to accept the bond the moment you entered the room that night when I was lying there dying. You are my everything, you are my reason to live and breathe, you are my salvation. I don't want to live my life without you, not after I've gotten to see you in a way I know that no one else has. Please, y/n. Please come back to me."

You could feel the tears pooling atop your bottom lids, his touch was feverish but unrelenting, his hands cupped your face and his eyes searched your soul for a hint of acceptance.

"Azriel, I don't think that I can," your bottom lip wobbled, and the pain of your insecurity bloomed devilishly inside of your chest. "Your past doesn't bother me, and I never want you to think that it does. Every moment I've spent with you has left me wanting you more and more every day. But I'm not like them, I'm inexperienced in intimacy and dedicated to my work, and I can't allow myself to tarnish everything I have accomplished. I can't allow myself to feel small and insignificant anymore."

"You're not small or insignificant, y/n," his brow furrowed and he felt you slipping away, he didn't need the open bond to understand how much pain you were in, not when he could see it all etched upon your face. "You're everything that I've ever dreamed of. Please."

The moment you stepped away from his embrace, Azriel visibly winced, like he had been shot with a nightshade arrow through the heart. "I need time to think, Az. I need space to figure out if I can do this. Be yours but also be mine."

He didn't want to pester you, he didn't want to beg and make you feel like you owed him anything, but gods, did he want to crawl onto his knees and kiss the ground that you walked on. To Azriel, you were the sun, you were the moon, you were the seasons. You were everything.

Azriel swallowed his words, his pleads, and gently nodded his head, stepping forward and placing a chaste kiss on your cheek before retreating from the practice, carefully clicking the door behind his exit.

It took you a few minutes to be able to gather yourself, to be able to move from that spot, but you did, if not for yourself then for Alana and Eris that were making it their mission to take you to Rita's for a few drinks, to allow you to let off a little bit of steam.

In the next hour, you were bathed and donned in a tight metallic bronze dress with a high slit that reached your hip, a plunging neckline and hair waved down your spine. Eris was always barking at you to live in the moment, and for once you were inclined to agree. So when he and Alana saw the light spill from your opened door, did they turn around and gasp at the woman who stood before them.

"I didn't know that you could clean up this well," Eris mused, earning a light slap on the shoulder as you moved from the practice to join him and Alana on the walk up to Rita's.

"I told you that I could look good when I wanted to."

Alana hummed knowingly, "And this has nothing to do with the fact that you told Azriel you needed space?"

"Maybe a little bit."

Eris laughed, bold and proud, "Showing the Shadowsinger what he's missing. I didn't know that you had it in you."

Rolling your eyes, you noticed Rita's in the distance, and the queues of fae waiting to be allowed in, "This is actually for me. I'm tired of feeling inadequate and looked over. Tonight everyone gets to see that I'm not something to be ignored."

After a short walk up the paved hill, the two fae guards on the doors quickly ushered you inside, and the scent of alcohol and the thick wall of sweat instantly crashed into you. Alana excused herself to go and get drinks for you all whilst Eris led you over to the booth where Lucien and Elain sat, across the room from the others but in their direct eyeline.

Whispers sprouted around you, causing your shoulders to tense up. The healer that had been meddling with the Shadowsinger was now latched to the hip of the High Lord of Autumn.

What a cunning little thing.

So much ambition.

You did your best to ignore them as you walked behind Eris toward his brother and Elain, smiling sweetly at the pair as they rose to greet you, hugging you tightly and telling you how nice it was to be able to finally meet you. Elain was charming and kind, and Lucien was warm and welcoming, and they took you under their wings effortlessly, blocking out the demeaning whispers from the fae surrounding and watching you.

After a few more drinks and shots, thanks to Alana, you found yourself leaning into Eris' side, hazed by the heat and slightly tipsy. You laughed with Elain and shared your love of flowers with her, and you spent time with Lucien telling him how beautiful you found his home court, speaking of the markets and the food in detail. "Sorry brother, but I'd like to steal y/n for a dance."

Eris was stood at your side, looking down at you expectantly with his hand offered out to you. Part of you should have known better, you should have known that Azriel was watching you from across the room, watching as the love of his life was swept away by another Vanserra.

Nudging you to your feet, you sent Lucien a wry smile as you took Eris' hand and allowed him to lead you to the centre of the dancefloor. He pulled you close to his chest and swayed with you to the beat of the music that flowed through the room.

"Does Azriel even know what he's missing?" Eris spoke lowly into your ear, lowering his mouth to the shell of it so that you could hear his voice in your soul. "If I were him, I'd crawl across the fires of hell to have you."

Eris was being brazen. He raised his fingers to your face, the tips of them flitting across your cheek to a strand of hair that had fallen down the side of your face, pushing it back eloquently behind your pointed ear. His fingers lingered, sparks of fire nipping at the skin of your neck as his fingers travelled downward.

You weren't sure what to expect, but you couldn't exactly blame the fist that had flown into Eris' jaw, sending the High Lord crashing to the floor. Azriel stood over him, the crowd had parted to watch the spectacle vying for your attention. Your eyes had blown wide, and it took you a moment to come back into the room. Azriel turned from Eris and stalked over to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and resting his chin on the crown of your head as he made the world dissipate in swirls of colour until you were stood in the centre of his apartment.

Azriel towered over you, eyes wild and possessive. You hadn't seen him look to territorial before, but the look in his eyes had you in a chokehold. "My past with females isn't what bothers you. It's having it in your face constantly, it's the whispers and cruelty that bothers you. I understand that now, and I'm sorry that I didn't see that before." Azriel's voice was calm, too calm, like a predator prepping their prey, luring them into wings of security.

His marred fingers traced where Eris' had once been and his eyes flickered with fury, "But Eris does not get to touch you like that. You are mine, y/n. I refuse to let you go."

"You are not what they say you are," he took a step toward you, the force of his knees against your thighs ushering you backward, "They are jealous of you, of us, because they'll never get to know what this is like. They'll never get to know the taste of your skin or the way your name sounds on my lips. They'll never get to know the love I have for you," his hand gripped your waist, and Azriel continued to walk you backward until the backs of your legs hit the ledge of his couch.

"Because I do love you, y/n. With everything I have, I love you. I knew it from the moment I saw you, I knew that I was going to fall in love with you. Nothing could ever take me from you," his lips brushed over your collarbone, igniting a fire within you that you had never felt before, "I am yours forever. And I promise you, I vow that no one will ever make you feel insignificant ever again. Not unless they want to die by my hand. I would rip the world apart to ensure your happiness."

Azriel's words struck a chord inside of you, and you couldn't help but allow the bond to open, to allow his flood of emotions to crash into you like waves against the Summer Court rocks.

"Azriel," you spoke his name breathlessly, too focused on the sensation of his lips peppering soft kisses along your collarbone and neck. "Please."

He pulled away from you, placing his hands on either side of your neck and stroking his thumbs against your ears, "Tell me."

You had known for a long time, since the moment he had turned up at the steps of your practice holding flowers with a love-sick smile plastered on his lips. "I love you too," and you felt the bond sing at your admission, so brilliant and bright that your heart felt like it was going to lurch from its cage. "Please, Az. I need you."

Azriel lowered his lips to yours, hovering a feathers touch from your own, his breath scented with the faint aroma of whisky fanning over your face. With your slight nod, Azriel closed that gap and felt the bond fall into place, thrumming and secure, on the cusp of being fulfilled.

Your mouths moved in sync against one another, and Azriel effortless scooped you into his arms and carried you over to his bed, setting you down as gently as he could before climbing on top of you. His hands roamed your body, the curves of your hips and the mounds of your breasts, his fingers traced circled into the skin of your exposed thigh, teasing the sensitive area and smirking against your lips as you writhed beneath him under his touch.

His lips moved to your neck, sucking and nipping the skin there between his teeth, allowing you to begin unbuttoning his shirt to expose his toned chest. Azriel pulled away slightly when your fingers began drifted over the areas where his wounds once were, the wounds you had saved him from. "They're gone," you told him quietly, lips swollen but smiling under the dim light.

Azriel brushed your hair behind your ears and brushed his nose against yours, dragging the tip down the slope of it, "I told you that you were my salvation. I wasn't lying."

"I'm starting to believe that."

His eyes sparked with mischief and he sent a wave of love down the bond as he kissed your lips once more, "Let me show you."

And so he did.

Author's Note

SORRY THAT THIS TOOK SO LONG 😭

Really hoping that this has done the amazing ask some justice 🥺

Also I was so close to writing smut for this fic - looks like I'll need to do a part two or something...

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Can you do for 6,13,16 plzzzz 😩 I’m begging 🙏 🥺

obsession.

a/n: more of az because we're all horny on main for him. warning: smut under the cut.

Azriel loved staking his claim on you.

You often teased him about his possessiveness, but any playful remark you might've had in your arsenal died in your throat as he pressed you against the glass inside one of the private rooms at Rita's. The window was a two-way mirror, which meant that you could see everything happening within the pleasure hall while you and Azriel remained hidden to the crowd beyond.

The back of your head fell slack against the glass as Azriel fists the hem of your scarlet dress in his hands, using the fabric to coax you down onto his length as he watches his cock disappear into your pretty little pussy. You've really gotten him worked up tonight in this tight, form fitting dress that hugged every curve of your body. The fabric showed off your generous cleavage at just the right amount and Azriel hasn't been able to think about anything but burying his face in your tits since the minute you walked into the pleasure hall.

The shadowsinger wasn't the only one who'd noticed and he clocked the attention that your dress garnered throughout the night. He couldn't blame them. Azriel didn't have a problem with males staring at you as long as they kept their hands to themselves. You were his mate—his to ravish, devour, worship and that's exactly what he was doing now.

"Only I get to touch you like this," Azriel declares, cupping your ass as he fucked you from behind. Your hands braced against the glass, barely containing your moans from the sheer pleasure that your mate was eliciting out of you.

There was something so depraved about having sex with your mate while a crowd of unsuspecting patrons danced and drank on the other side of the glass, but you loved every second of it. The possibility of getting caught made this so much hotter.

"You're getting off on this, aren't you bunny?" Azriel says with a dark chuckle. "Tell me angel, does it turn you on to know that I couldn't even fucking wait until we got home to bury myself in your sweet cunt? That the sight of you in this dress aroused me so much that I dragged you in here for a taste, not giving a single damn that our friends are just on the other side of the wall?"

He wrapped his hand around your throat, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear while he kept thrusting in and out of you. "I don't fucking care," you managed to choke out. "We could be out on that dance floor and I'd still beg you to fuck me."

Azriel's hips stuttered behind you as he cursed. "Fuck baby, you're a godsdamned dream." He tilted your chin up towards him before parting your lips with his tongue. "I'm so fucking obsessed with you, bunny."

"I am too. You're perfect, Az. Gods, I love you."

The shadoswinger groaned, shifting you over to the table as he kissed the back of your neck. "I love you too, angel."

You murmured in appreciation, bracing your hands against the rickety table. It squeaked underneath your combined weight and you giggled as Azriel struggled to hold onto the wood to keep it from making such loud noises. His forearms came down to your sides and kept you in place, making sure to support you as he hoists you up.

"For your safety, I'll be gentle," he states with a cheeky grin. "But just know that I don't plan on holding back when we get home. I'll give it to you hard and rough, just like my bunny likes it."

"Have I mentioned how much I love you?" you teased as Azriel smirked. He flipped you on your back, caging you in with his forearms as he thrust at a steady pace.

"Once or twice," he says with a grin, shielding the top of your head from hitting the glass.

Azriel's hips rutted against yours, his cock driving deep within your walls and hitting that sweet spot that had you moaning his name. Your mate clamped a hand down over your mouth, silencing the vocal praise falling from your lips as he pulled out and slammed back in again. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head in pleasure, tears streaking down your cheeks as your nails raked across Azriel's back. He groaned, loving the mixture of pain and pleasure.

There was nothing he loved more in this world than pleasing his mate. Azriel considered himself lucky to have found his match in you. He never expected a partner who had a sex drive that rivaled his own, but whether you were having sweet or kinky sex, neither of you seemed to get enough of one another. The shadowsinger knew your body like his own, knew which buttons to press to make you sing, knew when to give and take to make the experience that much better for you and you fucking loved him for it.

"Oh gods, Az—"

Azriel flicked his thumb over your clit and kissed you, smiling all the while as he swallowed your moans. "You're so cute when I make a mess of you, bunny."

#azriel calling you bunny what a concept #azriel smut #azriel fic #azriel fanfic #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel #azriel acotar #azriel fanfiction #azriel shadowsinger #azriel spymaster #azriel/reader

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doomdawn · 1 year ago

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Being the receptionist at the RPD and you’re always lonely in the big echoey main hall when its work time :(

As everyone filters into their respective offices, Chris sees you eyeing the groups longingly with a little frown on your face and those kicked puppy eyes before shaking it off, checking your watch and turn to your computer. He decides to initiate…

OPERATION: KEEP YOU COMPANY.

STATUS: HIGH PRIORITY

He sits at his desk, today was pretty much a paper work catch up day for everyone, so some S.T.A.R.S members have their heads down and some are idly chatting. Chris could normally be dubbed the chattiest to his desk mates, the one that people gravitate to for some social relief from their work…but not today.

Today any other member would say he was quiet, but all the others didnt see that his desk telephone wasnt on its mount, no, the phone was left speaker-side up on his desk, he had dialled reception and you, the receptionist, have been sat on call with him, primarily in silence. Honestly, both of you are working away and only speaking when you need a breather from writing every now and then but it makes your day so much brighter, even though every now and then you have to blow into the reciever or make a loud enough noise to let Chris know you wanna tell him something due to the phone balancing on his desk while he types/writes. He does the same with a not so quiet whisper of your name, his mouth practically smushed up to the receiver and causing chaotically loud feedback noises that never fail to make you admonish him while snickering along with him at his antics.

When hes not jump scaring you with static-y screams, you overhear the bumble of the S.T.A.R.S office, you eaves-drop and chime in with little comments/quips about whats being said, making Chris chuckle and throw one back, banter always coming natural to you two.

One day when he does this, he keeps prodding you about needing to tell you something but that he needs to do it in person, meaning you’ll have to wait till lunch break or the end of the day. Of course, you’ve been whining and trying to charm, bribe and THREATEN >:) him into telling you, but alas, Chris is stubborn asf. Plus he really wants this to go perfect.

Break time comes and you hear that Chris has hung up, before you have time to be glum about it, the sound was followed by heavy steps unevenly bounding down the stairs to the right of you, the thought of him skipping steps and leaping makes you giggle to yourself and shake your head.

“Something funny, (L/N)?” He rounds your big marble desk with his eyes remaining on you, a fluid move of just his hips and a sidestep as his hands are occupied with a little paper box.

“Oh, because i was laughing? nono, that just happens when i get a real good look at you, you know, you’re reaaal funny looking, Redfield” you hold back a laugh as he feigns shock horror and is holding the box away from you

“Oh..oh HA-HA! You know, its comments like that that are gonna make me keep all these top-notch S.T.A.R.S exclusive doughnuts to myself, even after i went through the trouble of smuggling them for you” He present 3 of some of the yummiest doughnuts you’ve ever seen to you, your eyes dart from him to the doughnuts a couple times before you put on an angelic, heart melting smile, batting your eyelashes.

“But Chris! we wouldn’t want your effort to go to waste now, would we?! Besides, you STARS are already living the good life up there in your super cool office together, throw a girl a bone sometime! it gets lonely down here ya know, All i have is the occasional Rita or Branaugh to talk to, if im lucky :(“

He smiles earnestly with a tilt of his head and squats down to your level, still holding the doughnuts in presentation to you.

“Well lucky you, I came all this way just to talk to you.” you flash a coy smile at him witha raise of your brow as his smile goes from teasing to adoration and he lowers his tone

“I actually have something to ask you”

“It’s not for more staples, is it? Someones gotta teach Irons how to use em cuz he wastes all mine like crazy-“

Chris lets out a boyish laugh and a bow of his head, not expecting you to take a shot at the chief, but he’s back to the task at hand quick.

“I…wanted to ask you out, like this weekend? I just cant get enough of being around you, I kinda miss you even just from clocking in to walking up to the office. Thought about lugging my work down here and just chilling with you just about every time Wesker opens his mouth-“ You both share a laugh “So whaddaya say?”

“I think you’re the sweetest and I cant wait for the weekend.”

He lets out a breath through his smile, staring at you with nothing but pure boyish love before he animatedly looks left to right and plants a whiplash inducing kiss on your cheek and leaves you with the box of sweet treats.

“These definitely sweetened the deal, Christopher! Good play!” you joke to his retreating form, he turns and winks at you all while maintaining his swaggering walk away. Its so obvious he feels like a million bucks right now, and you do too.

You finished the doughnuts and at the bottom of the box, Chris’ personal number is written with a little love heart <3

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I wrote this spontaneously at 1am after seeing Jim and Pam with their little ear piece ass phones when Pam moved office

So wholesome :3 Is it just me though or does reading your own writing feel so JARRING?? like idk if this is shit or im just reading it differently to how you guys will

#chris redfield x reader #re x reader #re1 chris #re1 x reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil 5 x reader #Chris x reader #Chris is such a golden retriever #Like a sweetheart but omg

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icey--stars · 2 years ago

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Stories To Be Told: PART 24

Series Index

A shadowsinger, a warrior, an Illyrian, that's what she was. Trained by one of the most formidable female warriors. Escaped the Illyrian camps and her clipping when she was barely sixteen and is now the holder of 6 siphons. What happens when she tries to sneak into the City of Starlight? And starts down a whole new road of chaos?

a/n: this story is slowly coming to an end... not yet though lMAO

WARNINGS: alcohol and creepy asf guy, non consensual touching

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This place was an absolute party. Rita’s was some sort of club that apparently the Inner Circle of the Night Court enjoyed going to, at least somewhat often. Mor had offered to bring me, along with the other girls, with Cassian and Azriel following in case someone got wasted and had to go home. But I suspected it was because Cassian wanted to be possessive, and Azriel–probably something along the same lines.

“Come on, let’s get a drink,” Mor suggested. “I need to be at least tipsy to be flirting right now.”

Emerie scoffed. “Alright, beautiful. Can I buy you it?” I had to keep my jaw from dropping to the floor. Damn, I thought. Maybe Emerie and Mor would become something from Starfall. I was all the way for it. They looked fucking adorable together.

Mor’s face went red and she coughed out an answer quickly, “Yes, thank you Em.”

Cassian and Nesta were already at the bar, flagging down the bartender to get drinks. Azriel lingered beside me, even as Gwyn went launching toward Emerie, a huge grin on her face. I couldn’t hear her words as she walked away. The music was just a tad too loud for that. But it looked something along the lines of and when did the little blushing thing get some claws? I rolled my eyes and began to follow after them.

“What do you plan on doing here?” Azriel asked me as we paused behind Cassian and Nesta, who were ordering.

I turned to look at him, lifting a brow. “Drinking, of course. Maybe dancing. Who knows.”

“Let me buy you your drink then,” Azriel suggested. “Can’t let you buy everything yourself. Not with me around.”

I rolled my eyes. “Why are you around?” I asked, looking at the list of drinks. That oatmeal stout looked intriguing enough.

Azriel chuckled, a little low sound coming from the back of his throat. “Because, baby, Rhys pays me a shit ton, and I plan to dote on you a little.”

A smile tugged at my lips. “Fine, but I’m still paying for something,” I said. “Some gift or something. I don’t know, but you aren’t doting on me without me doing the exact same thing.”

“Sure angel,” he said teasingly. “Now, what do you want?”

“Let me try that stout,” I said after a moment of thinking. “The oatmeal one.”

“Mmm, that one is good,” Az agreed. Cassian moved, and finally, it was our turn to get something. Azriel ordered for us both quickly, telling the bartender to put everything on his tab for the night.

Once given our drinks, I sat down on a stool at a high-level table, beside the one that had Cassian and the others. Azriel took the seat right beside me, our wings brushing against each other mildly when I turned to look at him. I tried not to shiver.

“How long has it been since you’ve come here?” I asked him, taking a nice long sip of my drink, reveling in the taste. That was the exact kind of thing I was looking for right now. Just a little nutty, and an even sweetness to it. Perfect.

Azriel hummed, looking out across the bar before turning his head to face me. Our wings brushed again. Gods, I’d have to find a way to subtly move my chair to stop that. How was he not noticing? Or was he, and just doing it on purpose? I wouldn’t put it past the sly spymaster.

“I went a few days before you arrived, haven’t been since. This place usually isn’t my kind of place. Mor loves it, obviously. Cassian comes often enough, and I hear Rhys comes here every once in a while. Mostly on a night out away from Nyx for a few moments,” Azriel explained, sipping on his own drink. Some sort of ale I think.

“Hmm,” I hummed in acknowledgement. I’d been to a club in the past. Wasn’t really to my taste, but I was fully intending on enjoying tonight. I’d heard from Mor this palace was great and quite accepting of winged individuals. I’d worn just a tight-fitting t-shirt, with the leathers that went on my lower half to match. It did wonders to show off my physique. I think Azriel noticed too, his eyes kept wandering.

“You look good,” he complimented. Ah, so he did notice.

I smirked against the rim of my glass. “Thank you.”

“My lady,” A new deep voice said from my left. I turned, looking at him. He was a classically beautiful High Fae male. High cheekbones, straight teeth, pointed ears. He had long black hair that went just past his shoulders. He was wearing a damn suit. Like a full on suit. Why the hell-? “Would you care for a dance?”

Azriel tensed considerably beside me. I lifted a brow, turning in my seat to face him slightly. I looked back at Az, unsure. Would it be wrong to do that? After everything? Oh, but I wanted to try and have some sort of experience here.

“Go have fun,” Azriel said, breaking my train of thoughts. “Then we’ll see if he can hold up to my dancing.” Oh. He wanted to set himself against this male? That- honestly… sounds fun. I distantly remembered dancing with Azriel on Starfall. It’d been fun, despite not being anywhere near as skilled or practiced.

I turned back to the male with a little smile. “Forgive me, if I step on your toes then. What’s your name?” I stood, brushing against Azriel’s damned wings again.

“Aaron,” he said, voice like silk. “And yours, pretty thing?”

The shadows began swirling faster, going up to my ears. Their voices were panicked. Don’t. The only word I could make out. But don’t what?

“Y/N,” I replied, letting him take my hand to kiss the knuckles.

“A fighter, aren’t you?” He hummed. “Your knuckles are quite rough.”

I rolled my eyes, smiling slightly. “I am a Valkyrie, Aaron. We know how to punch.” There was a cloud over my thoughts. Or it felt like a cloud. It clouded my judgment slightly.

“I’ve heard of that group,” Aaron hummed. “A bunch of females learning to fight. It sounded like fun. I almost wished I could join just to watch them in all their sweaty training clothes.” I felt a little spark of displeasure from that, feeling protective of the people I trained with. That comment rubbed me the wrong way. But that fog… it urged me to let go of that. I obeyed. My shadows started their don’t chant again.

“There’s only a few males given that opportunity,” I replied. “Our trainers.”

“The General and Spymaster–the ones you were sitting by?” He asked.

“Yes, that’s them,” I answered. He started to lead me to the dance floor, dodging a couple lost in each other’s eyes cleaning, dragging me with him.

“Your wings…” he hummed. “So beautiful.”

He went to drag a finger down them, but I moved out of the way. “Let’s dance,” I suggested quickly, lungs constricting slightly at the thought of this random ass male touching my wings. No. Hell no.

He smiled easily and we settled into a position and then whisked off into dancing. I ended up downing my drink, and Aaron bought a wine for me, insisting I needed it. Then another. And another.

A familiar song turned on, a remix of a ballroom dance Nesta had trained me in. The twirls are easy to deal with, opening my wings more so that his arm could go over them. However, I heard a fast approaching dip in the music. Aaron moved me forward a step and then I felt his arm curve over my wings as I dipped back. I froze, waiting for him to lift me up. The fabric on my wings was all wrong. The hands on my wings were all wrong. They weren’t rough with burn scars, they were smooth as a cat’s pelt.

Aaron was grinning as he brought me back up, crushing my wings to my back. “You’re good at dancing darling,” he purred. He leaned in to whisper in my ear. “I wonder if you’d be any good at riding.” The shadows screamed in unison. I couldn’t pick out their words anymore.

I caught the hidden meaning immediately and immediately prayed for the Mother to come down and save me. His hand lingered on my wing, settling on the curve instead of my hip. I glanced desperately in the direction of the table, hoping someone was watching. My shadows weren’t dancing anymore either. They were stiff, sitting around my wings and avoiding the male’s hand at all costs. Before, despite their panic, they’d been playing along. Now they didn’t even try.

He curled his fingers in, the nails dragging on the membrane as he leaned in close, pulling me close to his chest so that my jaw was on his shoulder as he whispered in my ear. “I’ve heard many things about Illyrian wings. Are any true?”

He dragged his hand up. I swore under my breath. Not from pleasure.

“Some,” I replied. “But I’ll have you know, I don’t let just anyone touch my wings. You’ll have to do more to earn it.”

“Oh… darling, I think I can earn it,” he chuckled. We turned just right so I could see Azriel. I felt for that bond in my chest, gritting my teeth behind my lips. I finally grasped the damned thread, and yanked twice.

The male dragged his hand up my wing again and I pushed against his chest, settling us into a dancing position again, but his damned hand was still on my wing. I was going to kill him, I decided, if he didn’t fucking let go. I felt the killing power begin to flow into my siphons in my rage.

“Ooo, what pretty powers do you have?” He purred, noting the glowing from the dark blue stones. “So pretty. So powerful… what would you look like under me?”

I was killing him.

A shadow came skittering to me. A familiar voice filling my ears. Only for me and another to hear. The only who could understand the hushed, garbled language of the shadows in the darkest of rooms. The only ones to listen and sing to the darkness. Don’t kill him. I’m coming.

I tried not to sigh in relief.

“What are these… darkness bits around you, darling?” He asked, curving his other palm to pick one up. It immediately leaped off and into my hair. His hand followed.

I pushed at his chest. “A secret,” I replied. Finally, his hand slipped off my wing. The one on my head remained, grabbing onto the short hair. It’d been growing to the point someone could fist it in their hand enough to get a grip.

Finally, I snarled. “Let me fucking go,” I ordered.

A voice of venom spoke from behind me. “Let her go. Now,” Azriel seconded.

The male smirked, looking past my shoulder at Azriel. He didn’t let go of my hair. If he didn’t let go in the next fifteen seconds, I was slicing his arm off.

One.

“Spymaster, what a wonderful sight. Is she one of your Valkyries?”

Two.

“Let her go.”

Three.

“Why? I think she likes it. Look at her little smile.” That smile was a damn grimace and relief for Azriel being near.

Four.

“You are hurting her.”

Five.

“She’s into that. Didn’t you notice?” Not this sort of pain-

Six.

“And how did you learn that?”

Seven.

“I asked, of course.” I wanted to scream at him, but for some reason my stupid brain remained silent. The fog was stopping me from moving. What was that fog? I didn’t know what to do. I was running off of bare instincts. Nobody touched my wings. Nobody–except Az.

Eight.

“She looks uncomfortable. How about we switch off?”

Nine.

“Then where is my new dance partner, spymaster?”

Ten.

“Go find someone.”

Eleven.

“Well, that seems like an unfair trade.”

Twelve.

“Good. Let her go.”

Thirteen.

“Go away, you’re bugging us,” Aaron dismissed.

Fourteen-

“Let my mate go or I will rip your head off your shoulders.”

Aaron dropped me. On the brisk millisecond before I hit fifteen. His arm was lucky. “You have a mate Y/N?!” He shouted.

I took a deep breathy sigh of relief, walking into Azriel’s chest. He immediately wrapped a protective arm around me. The hand went over my shoulders, carefully avoiding my wings. A good male. A respectful male. My male. My mate. Relief coursed through me so strongly I knew Azriel could feel it through that bond. I could feel a simmering anger through it. Or it might’ve been raging, but alas, the bond wasn’t that strong yet. I’d only been able to feel him when he walked over here. The shadows stopped screaming and chanting.

“Yes, now leave,” Azriel snarled. “You don’t touch my mate’s wings without fucking permission, or grab her hair prick.”

I saw Cassian and Nesta coming up behind him as I turned to face the scene again. I swallowed, jaw clenching.

“What’s the problem here?” Cassian asked, spreading his wings slightly to keep Aaron trapped and provide a slightly clear talking space. Nesta, on the inside, glared at the male with a fire in her eyes.

Aaron rose to his full height again. “Your friend is threatening me,” he accused. “Unprovoked.”

“Looked pretty damn provoked from here,” Nesta snarled. “You don’t touch my fucking sister.”

They’d seen. Azriel’s rage grew. Nesta shouldered past Aaron and took me from Azriel. Az immediately stepped forward to Aaron.

Nesta held me steady, avoiding my wings. My sister.

“You didn’t ask for permission to touch her wings,” Azriel snarled at Aaron. “By all rights, I could have Rhysand down here and have you arrested. Or just do it myself.”

Cassian chuckled. “I vote to do it yourself. I’d rather like to see what this little scrawny thing has against a trained Illyrian warrior.”

I felt a pain of guilt. I was trained. Why didn’t I escape? Why had my body just fucking frozen?! Normally I could react so well…

Cassian’s face fell suddenly. So suddenly I was concerned. One moment it was the epitome of rage, and the next it was blank.

“Move aside General,” Aaron ordered. Cassian, in his blank state, folded a wing. Azriel launched himself forward then, bowling the High Fae to the ground. Cassian shook free of his… state, and his face turned rageful once again.

“A little fucker who can use suggestion,” The general crooned. “Oh what fun. Rhys is on his way to deal with your stupid ass.”

Azriel pinned Aaron, siphons that he had on glowing brightly.

“Let me go fucker!” Aaron screamed.

“You will pay for the crimes you committed,” Azriel crooned. “Now free my mate of your spell.”

I was under a spell? That worked? Even with my shadows?

“I can’t,” Aaron chuckled, grinning victoriously.

“Explain,” Azriel yanked on one arm to a painful angle, causing Aaron to let out a yelp.

“She’ll be in that suggestive state for another few hours, especially with the alcohol,” Aaron gritted out. “It’ll wear–OW YOU FUCKER!” Azriel had yanked his arms painfully.

The people on the dance floor had moved, I noticed. A dark power rumbled through the area. I heard a few whimpers of fear. Rhysand walked in, clad in his normal clothes, but they were more ruffled than usual, as if he’d put them on quickly. No wings.

“So, Azriel, care to tell me what’s happening?” The High Lord crooned, sparing a glance at me.

“Aaron, here,” Azriel grunted briefly as Aaron jerked in his grip. “Decided to put a suggestion spell on my mate.”

“Show me,” Rhysand ordered.

The two males’ eyes glazed over for a moment before Rhys’s face curved into a wicked grin. It didn’t look to be used to convey cockiness, happiness or anything in between. It looked to be used to tell someone they’d fucked up.

“Touching someone without permission, Aaron, is illegal. Azriel, put him in a cage for the night.”

Azriel disappeared in the shadows. The mask Rhys had on fell and he looked at me. “Y/N,” he said, walking forward toward me. “How do you feel?”

“I’m fine,” I replied. “Just a little foggy.”

Rhys sighed in relief. “What did he do?”

I swallowed. “He was touching my wings.”

Cassian hissed, face scrunching up in displeasure.

Rhys looked angry. His gaze hardened, brows dipping toward his nose. “I’ll make sure he’s dealt with.” Then the High Lord winnowed away.

Nesta held me steady as I let out a sigh that almost sent me tumbling to my knees. “What the fuck,” I growled, shaking my head.

Azriel winnowed back, immediately running to support me. Nesta took a step back. I almost whimpered with relief as I felt him hold me to his chest.

“I’ve got you baby. Are you hurt?”

I shook my head.

“You wanna go home?”

“Yes, please,” I pleaded.

“I’ll get Mor,” Cassian said. “See you at home.”

Azriel pulled back. “You can’t fly, can you?”

I shook my head, leaning my head back into him. “Too fuckin’ drunk. Too much, too fast.”

“I’ve got you baby,” he promised. He scooped me up from under my legs, holding me carefully and then we winnowed into the air outside the House of Wind. He glided down, the wind doing absolutely nothing to stop the fog in my mind. It felt sort of like alcohol, but had a bit more of a different feel to it.

He carried me through the house, heading for my room. He settled me on the bed, looking at me as if he was questioning something.

“Take off your leathers,” he said gently. “Then you can drink water and go to bed.”

I scoffed. The drunk part of my brain decided to do dumb shit. “Trying to get me undressed, are you?”

Azriel choked on his next words, a surprised noise escaping his jaw as he stared at me in shock. “Fucking hell,” he sighed, shaking his head. Was that a slight bulge in his pants? Maybe, I was drunk. I unbuckled my leathers, setting them beside my others. “You’re impulsive when you’re drunk,” he noted aloud.

I chuckled. “No I’m not~”

“Drink,” Azriel shoved a glass of water into my hands, and didn’t stop glaring at me before I’d downed it, and another.

“Sleep,” he ordered, hovering on the side of the bed.

“Sleep,” I yawned. “No. I’m not tired.”

He scoffed. “What if I laid down with you?”

“Will you scratch my head?” I asked.

He tensed slightly. “Are you alright with that?”

I nodded, throwing the covers back and laying on the far side of the bed from him, facing the middle of the bed. Carefully, he slipped out of his boots and put his feet under the bed with mine, moving to hold me to his chest. He moved the arm he was laying on up to scratch at my head. It was more hesitant than before.

I hummed happily, leaning into the touch. “That asshole doesn’t know how to scratch my hair right. You do. I like you.”

“Sleep, Y/N,” Azriel ordered, but I saw a little smile.

“No-” I yawned. “You.”

“When you wake, you’ll feel better.”

“I don’t want toooooo~” I leaned forward so my face was more in his space. “I wanna do this.”

Then I kissed him.

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TAGLIST (see post for getting added)

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#azriel #azriel x reader #azrielxreader #acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar fanfic #cassian #nesta #emerie #morrigan #emorie #mywriting

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nuggets-and-stars · 2 months ago

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even *more* loud house tickle headcanons coming at ya!

-lola is the biggest kicker, and her kicks can be genuinely painful, so you have to be careful when tickling her

-lincoln barely fights back. he won’t admit to enjoying it as much as he does but all his siblings know

-lori is a huge ler towards her younger siblings, she will leave them in a puddle of giggles and tears purely for her own amusement, and knowing that she’s not actually hurting them

-lynn jr is the definition of can dish it out but can’t handle it. she’s a mean ler but so incredibly ticklish that it’s incredibly easy to make her crumble

-lana enjoys it as a bonding tactic with her siblings and parents. she loves play fighting and tickling, but lola doesn’t enjoy it as much

-luna is more sensitive on her upper body, but her feet and knees are pretty ticklish too

-luan is the one who asks her parents for help involving tickle attacks. lynn sr and rita are a 50/50 shot-they’ll either team up with her or wreck her instead

-lily loves raspberries on her stomach

-lucy is also a very good tickler, but she really only tickles lily. it’s a rarity for her to get any of her other siblings, unless they mess with her stuff

-lynn jr can sleep through anything except someone tickling her. it’s usually the only way to get her up for school in the morning

-leni, being the wholesome angel she is, loves hearing her siblings laugh, so she often tickles them just to hear it

-lincoln is the sibling that is most frequently ganged up on by all the other siblings. he’s the only boy, so it’s common for him to be messed with in that way

-rita’s favorite way to mess with lynn sr is tickling him, because he’s very ticklish and easy to get

-luna often pretends she’s playing an instrument while tickling people

-luan has absolutely perfected sneak attacks, she’ll tickle her siblings and scare them at the same time

-lynn jr’s cackles are incredibly contagious and adorable, her siblings always laugh along with her while wrecking her

hope you enjoy :)

aaaaaaaa I'm sorry anon I kept forgetting this was in my inbox

Anyways.... yes. All of these. All of these are correct.

#are you a mindreader or something because i have literally the exact same headcanons about luna #all of the louds' laughter is adorable #it's genetics #tickling #sfw tickling community #tword community #sfw twords #tword blog #the loud house tickles

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chaos-vulpix · 2 years ago

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Rockshot Rave: Cole

This has been... a few months in the making...

Inspired by my initial Atershock playlist, I've put together my largest playlist so far, all to create the most Clubbing Vibe that only Cole could facilitate

Enjoy :)

7/11 - Beyoncé

A Little Party Never Killed Nobody (All We Got) - Fergie ft. Q-Tip & GoonRock | The Great Gatsby

Addicted to a Memory - Zedd ft. Bahari

After LIKE - IVE

Aftershock - Cash Cash ft. Jacquie Lee

Alive - Krewella

All Around The World - Justin Bieber ft. Ludacris

All Night (Louis The Child Remix) - Chance The Rapper ft. Knox Fortune

Angels - Vicetone ft. Kat Nestel

Applause - Lady Gaga

Bad Memories - MEDUZA & James Carter ft. Elley Duhé & FAST BOY

Bang Bang - Rita Ora & Imanbek

Bass Down Low - DEV ft. The Cataracs

Blah Blah Blah - Kesha ft. 3OH!3

BOOMBAYAH - BLACKPINK

Break The Ice - Britney Spears

Build The Cities (Empire of Sound) - Karma Fields & Tristam ft. Kerli

Burn It Down - AtellaGali & Rvssian ft. Fuego, Konshens & Satori

Butterfly Effect VIP - Koven

Call Your Girlfriend - Robyn

Catching On - Elephante ft. Nevve

Clarity (Virtual Riot Remix) - Zedd ft. Foxes

Closer (Xan Griffin Remix) - The Chainsmokers ft. Halsey

Club Can't Handle Me - Flo Rida ft. David Guetta

Come & Get It - Selena Gomez

DJ Got Us Fallin' In Love - Usher ft. Pitbull

Erase - The Chainsmokers ft. Priyanka Chopra

Evacuate the Dancefloor - Cascada

Every Single Day - Benassi Bros. ft. Dhany

Everything Black - Unlike Pluto ft. Micah Martin

Excuse Me - AOA

Feel This Moment - Pitbull ft. Christina Aguilera

Finest Hour (Madison Mars Remix) - Cash Cash ft. Abir

Fire Burning - Sean Kingston

Gecko (Overdrive) - Oliver Heldens & Becky Hill

Get Low - Zedd & Liam Payne

Ghosts 'n' Stuff - deadmau5 ft. Rob Swire

Give Me Everything - Pitbull ft. Ne-Yo, Afrojack & Nayer

Goodness Gracious (The Chainsmokers Remix) - Ellie Goulding

Guaya - Eva Simons

Hella Good - No Doubt

Hello Good Morning - Diddy-Dirty Money ft. T.I.

Hit My Heart - Benassi Bros. ft. Dhany

Hymn For The Weekend (Alan Walker Remix) - Coldplay ft. Beyoncé

I Don't Like You (Kygo Remix) - Eva Simons

In My Head - PNAU ft. Kira Divine

Into The Night - Nero

Into You - Ariana Grande

Karma (Alpharock & Devan Remix) - Robinson

Kick It - NCT 127

Kickstarts - Example

L'Amour Toujours (Tiësto Edit) - Dzerko & Torres ft. Delaney Jane

Lavender Haze (Snakehips Remix) - Taylor Swift

Let's Go (Vicetone Remix) - Calvin Harris ft. Ne-Yo

Like a G6 - Far East Movement ft. The Cataracs & DEV

Look Into My Eyes (Syn Cole Remix) - Brando

Lose Control - MEDUZA, Becky Hill & Goodboys

Lose My Breath - Destiny's Child

Mad At You - Navvy

Make You Say - Zedd, Maren Morris & BEAUZ

Medicine (The Chainsmokers Remix) - Daughter

Miami 82 (Vocal Mix) - Syn Cole ft. Madame Buttons

Middle (Mija Remix) - DJ Snake ft. Bipolar Sunshine

Never More (DJ Yummy Remix) - Shoji Meguro ft. Shihoko Hirata | Persona 4

OTW (Hälder Flip) - Khalid

Other Side - Illenium, Said The Sky & Vera Blue

Overdose - Ciara

Papercut - Zedd ft. Troye Sivan

Party Rock Anthem - LMFAO ft. Lauren Bennett & GoonRock

Pon de Replay - Rihanna

Rabiosa - Shakira ft. El Cata

Radioactive - Rita Ora

Red Lights - Tiësto ft. Michel Zitron

Release Me - Agnes

River - PNAU & Ladyhawke

Roll 'n Rock - Bali Bandits

Round & Round - Selena Gomez & the Scene

Sandstorm - Darude

Say Aah - Trey Songz ft. Fabolous

See Tình (Cucak Remix) - Hoàng Thùy Linh

She Wolf (Falling to Pieces) - David Guetta ft. Sia

SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK (Loud Luxury Remix) - Joji

So Close - NOTD & Felix Jaehn ft. Georgia Ku & Captain Cuts

SOS - Rihanna

Stranger Love - PNAU ft. Budjerah

Stronger - TheFatRat, Slaydit & Anjulie

Takeaway - The Chainsmokers & Illenium ft. Lennon Stella

Talking Body (Gryffin Remix) - Tove Lo

Technologic - Daft Punk

The Girl Is Mine (Club Mix) - 99 Souls ft. Destiny's Child & Brandy

This Is Love - will.i.am ft. Eva Simons

Tonight I’m Getting Over You - Carly Rae Jepsen

Where Have You Been - Rihanna

Wild Ones - Flo Rida ft. Sia

Wings (Nu:Logic Remix) - Birdy

Words - Feint ft. Laura Brehm

Yeah! - Usher ft. Lil Jon & Ludacris

You (à la) - SACHI

Your Affection (fu_mou Remix) - Shoji Meguro ft. Shihoko Hirata | Persona 4

Your Spell - Bad Computer

#the ninja legacy whip #legacyverse #cole brookstone #legacyverse playlists #rockshot rave

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ingen18 · 11 months ago

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And she lived.

Rita Castillo is a fierce woman, a tigeress in the hostile society of late 1949 Los Angeles. In the eyes of the people, she's unstoppable... but that was until the news of her "killing" her now ex-husband, Carlo Castillo came out. All came crashing down for the once famous Rita Castillo. Well, she did became infamous, even got labeled as the "Black Widow" killer in the front headlines of the newpaper. But that was all in the past now all because of a certain woman named Alma Fillcot. She was nothing compared to the monumental image of Rita Castillo. But, alas, from nothing did all the things came to be. She climbed her way all through the top of the social pyramid ladder, and thanks to her now ex-husband, she got there fast. Subsequently, she also brought the demise of the Rita Castillo. It all seemed perfect... not until that fateful rainy night. It was dark, about after 8 pm, but the city is bustling with the loud cheers and bright lights from the Chez Magnifique. It was the presidential inauguration for the prestigous Elysian Park Garden Club after all, and unsurprisingly, Alma was to be inaugurated. But before all that happens, of course, disasters stucks. A dead woman in the alley. That's what she faintly heard as she slips back and forth from consciousness. What the hell made her get in this exact position, she thought. Well, she's lived a long and quite adventurous life after all. From being a beaten-up houswife then a prostitute to sustain herself and her cousin, Rita never had it easy. She had to be a tiger, a fierce predator, and that definably, made her a common enemy. She knew at least from all the people she's stepped on, at least one would have fought back. But for heaven's sake, dying in an alley was something she never expected. To make it worst, she was dying as hated, poor, and lonely woman dressed in a commoner's clothes. She can feel it, the blood, pooling beneath her porcelain-skinned face. She can hear the metal backdoor opening but she can barely make figure of who was coming out, but she knows that there's a lot of people coming out that door. Everything seemed distant, the crowd, the noise, and for once, she thought to herself, is this how peace feels like? The feeling of being detached, wherein there's no prying eyes always looking. She wanted to chase that feeling, to just simply let go of life. It was tempting, for sure, but being the person that she is, she refuses to let go without a fight. If she's going down, she wants every bitch who attacked her to go down with her, most especially, Alma Fillcot. But how the hell would she do that if she can't even move her own muscles. For god's sake, even thinking about how to fix this mess is becoming a challenge for her. The noise is increasing and everything is coming out as a blur. She can hear distant murmurs and she can see people crouching down to look at her. Oh, how she hates being looked down at, the pity and shame was something she can never stomach. But all that went away when she saw blue and red flashing lights. Men in white were rushing towards her, holding something. Then the next thing she knows was that one man was talking to her. "Miss, can you hear me?" Idiot, she thought to herself. Despite how much she would like to answer that idiotic question, all that she could offer was a small grunt. Everything was slowly growing darker and a few moments after that so-called interaction, she was already rested on top of stretcher, oxygen mask placed on her as she is being rushed inside the ambulance. The ride was fairly smooth aside from the constant ringing in her head from all the irritating noise (and the constant "encouragement" from the responders for her to "stay with them"). To say the least, everything hurt and the pressure from her stab wounds made it a lot worst. She doesn't know how far longer she could hold on, what's far worst is that she can slowly feel the panic sinking in as she can't actually move her body, be in control of herself. For once, it was all too much for her, she doesn't know anymore.

#lana is our queen #1950s #why women kill #rita castillo

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lord-of-dragons-2007 · 2 years ago

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(Fade in)

(Moon Palace 1993)

Rita had watched the battle from the safety of her Lunar Fortress, she watched on in horror and awe as her most prized warrior was just about a step away from becoming evil monkey Swiss cheese. While Elsa watched in amusement as her plan was just about carried out according to plan, perhaps even better due to the recent appearance of the evil white ranger from the dino-rangers time. This little turn of events could be used for her plans of ruling the future,

"Look what your plan did to Goldar you retch!" Rita screamed at Elsa as soon as she was sure Goldar retreated,

"Oh please, Rita dear. You had to know that you can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs." Elsa responded casually and with a smile; which angered Rita,

"My minions are not pawns you harpy!" Rita yelled, getting tired of Rita's lack of vision Elsa decided to take her out of the picture and surprise attacked Rita with her sword,

"You know Rita dear, you seem cranky. Why don't you take nap?" Elsa said; after which she slowly moved her sword around Rita's minions nonverbally communicating what they already knew: she was in charge now.

"ahh you two, ehh Squishy, Baboon; take this tired, old witch to a nice comfy cell." Elsa commanded the weaker minions who were not too pleased that their names had been badly butchered. When suddenly the room filled with red lightning as it randomly struck different areas in the room creating smoke. When the light show was finished and the smoke began to clear, a figure glowing in red sitting in a chair appeared, and instantly everyone looked on in horror as they knew who had arrived and groveled the figure's feet.

"Who are you?" Elsa asked trying to not sound intimidated while standing in a defensive stance.

(Ranger Command Center 2004)

Everyone around Dr. Oliver's Kitchen table winced with pain as they felt as if someone cried out in pain and was suddenly at eternal peace,

"Oh what was that?" Jason said being the first to snap out of this feeling,

"Wait, you felt it too? I though it me because I ate too much" Rocky said,

"Will you stop worrying about stuffing you face, I think something really bad just happened." Trini said hotly,

"Guys I think someone just died." Hayley said very blankly,

"WHAT!?" everyone asked very excitedly,

"I don't know how to explain it but I've got a very bad feeling that something really bad just happened." Hayley answered just as blankly as before,

"If that's the case we need to hurry and figure out a way to bring everyone back" Billy said but right after he finished his sentence the house was filled with loud sirens,

"Ohhhh what is that noise?" Zach said covering his ears,

"It's the intruder alarm Billy, Trini. I need your help saving everything we've been working on, we need to move fast, everyone else meet us at your old Command Center in Angel Grove. I don't think Mesogog's control has reached there yet." Hayley explained,

"Wait? The old Command Center? It was destroyed with the turbo ranger powers." Kat said confused,

"Just go! There isn't time to explain now, GO!!" Hayley said as Trini, Billy, and herself ran downstairs to retrieve as much memory and tech in the lab, meanwhile upstairs the other rangers teleported out just in the nick of time as the sound of the entrances of the house were being rammed in.

(Ranger Command Center 1993)

Zordon and Alpha looked on in horror at the display of power Conner showed to try and protect Kira, but ultimately gave his life for the ones he cares about, about a second later the rangers teleported into the command center unmorphed with Conner's body in the arms of Tommy and Kira crying into Trent's shoulder,

"Zordon! Conner he's. . . he's-" Tommy said,

"YES I KNOW TOMMY, I TRULY AM DEEPLY SORRY FOR THE LOSS OF YOUR FRIEND'S LIFE." Zordon said with a deep solomness in his voice as Kira cried on Trent's shoulder for comfort as the other rangers tried to console the crying girl,

"Zordon, there has to be something you can do to-" Tommy tried,

"I AM DEEPLY SORRY TOMMY, BUT THERE IS NOTHING I CAN DO TO HELP YOUR FRIEND. REMEMBER YOUR FRIEND AND HIS GREAT SACRIFICE TO KEEP YOU ALL SAFE." Zordon said as Kira cried harder thinking about how Conner sacrificed himself to save her. Then hey body was enveloped in red sparks as she stood for a moment and then collapsed into Trent's arms, both of which fell over as Kira's right hand fell over showing the source of the red sparks,

"Zordon what's happening to her?" Kim asked very concerned,

"IT WOULD APPEAR THAT THE COMBINATION OF THE TWO DINO-GEMS POWERS THAT YOUNG KIRA HAS IN HER POSESSION ARE TOO MUCH FOR HER TO HANDLE AT THE MOMENT. SHE WILL BE OK AS HER BODY ADAPTS TO THE INFLUX OF POWER." Zordon answered reassuringly, as Alpha wheeled over a sort of gurney for Kira to recuperate on. As she was placed on, everyone in the room looked down on the unconscious girl with deep concern as she looked just as peaceful as Conner's lifeless body.

(Ranger Command Center 2004)

Tini, Billy, and Hayley were down in Tommy's lab trying to save as much of the equipment and data as much as they could with the given situation of the house as safe as it was, was being invaded by Mesogog's foot troops,

"Trini hit that red button against the wall! Quick!" Hayley instructed,

"Ok" Trini said as she hit button with activated the final line of defense to the lab, all the of entrances were sealed by large heavy steel doors,

"Umm Hayley that's great and all, but how are we suppose to get out? You know they're just gonna wait for us to get out." Billy asked,

"Well that's where you two come in, I'll just teleport with you two too the rendezvous point." Hayley explained,

"Ok so where do we start?" Trini asked,

"Ok Billy I want you to start sending everything on the main computer to the server that is being shared right now, Trini I want you to start booby trapping the lab, there should be some explosives in that corner over there. And I'll start getting whatever equipment I can carry with me when we teleport, come on lets go. It wont take those guys long to break through those doors." Hayley instructed as she and the two former rangers scattered in the lab to try and save as much as they could before they had to destroy the lab.

(Moon Palace 1993)

As the dust smoke cleared there appeared to be a thrown with a large "Z" being the center symbol on the back, as it slowly span around it reveled that it was none other than Lord Zedd who was sitting in the thrown,

"Who are you?" Elsa asked defiantly while everyone else in the room bowed and groveled at Lord Zedd's feet,

"I, my dear am Lord Zedd." Zedd answered sounding angry at the fact that this outsider isn't bowing at his power,

"Oh . . .and you are who?" Elsa asked very sarcastically,

"Bow to me you harpy!" Zedd demanded as he struck Elsa with lightning from his staff,

"nuhhhhhhh" Elsa cried out as she used her sword to deflect the lightning blast, after a few seconds Zedd backed off his blast to Elsa,

"Hmm, you are indeed powerful. What is your name?" Zedd inquired,

"Hehe, my lord; I am Elsa, and I am from a future in which you don't exist." Elsa explained,

"What do you mean I don't exist in the future?!" Zedd yelled out in rage at the news,

"Well in the future you were defeated, and well though some chance of fate I have been thrown to this point in time. To give evil a second chance." Elsa explain as Zedd listened in delight as he could see where Elsa was going,

"And what of Rita Repulsa?" Zedd inquired,

"She lacked the vision to carry out the plan we had created to defeat the ranges once and for all. She had to be . . .Taken care of." Elsa explained,

"For all the best I suppose, so tell me about this plan and of the progress you have made Elsa." Zedd asked,

"Well we have successfully eliminated the red ranger from my time and I-" Elsa said as Zedd cut her off,

"Rangers from your time!!!" Zedd yelled out in rage,

"Umm yes my lord, a small complication to me being here. They came along for the ride." Elsa explained sheepishly,

"Ugh, well I suppose there is one less ranger to worry about then but there are still a mess more to worry about" Zedd resigned to the reality of things,

"As I was saying my lord, we have successfully eliminated the red ranger and I believe your white ranger is very disillusioned by it. In addition to this when the white ranger from my time morphed he was separated from his evil twin, which means we have another ally out there for us to-" Elsa said as the evil white dino ranger materialized out of thin air,

"My ears are ringing so that means you must be talking about Me.," the evil white ranger said very casually,

"How did you get in here undetected?! And who are you? A ranger" Zedd enquired as he raised his staff to attack,

"Now everyone take it easy, Zedd this is the evil white ranger I told you about; and this is his power, the power of invisibility. White ranger this is lord Zedd our new benefactor. Gentlemen lets try and play nice, we need each other." Elsa jumped in before things got out of hand.

"Well, what's the next phase of the plan?" Zedd asked,

"Well now that that's out of the way I'm out of here." The white ranger said as he turned invisible and was gone from the moon palace,

"No wait" Elsa called out but it was too late,

"Forget him, he's a lose cannon. What's next in the plan my dear?" Zedd asked,

"Well we just follow the same plan that we have been. Eliminate the weakest ranger" Elsa explained,

"And who is next on the list" Zedd asked,

"Well he is the leader, its . . ." Elsa said

(Angel Grove Mountain Range 2004)

Streaks of red, blue, yellow, pink, and black streaked across the sky and landed on a familiar rock formation,

"Wow I haven't been here since I first heard it was destroyed" Adam reminisced as he looked around at the ruins,

"Oh my god, I can't believe its gone" Kat said in disbelief as she surveyed the ruins,

"Man this is worse then I thought it was" Zach said in total disillusion, the group as disillusioned and in shock of the destruction of their command center. For the most part all of the past rangers didn't want to go see the ruins because they didn't want to remember it that way, however some did go back to pay their final respects to their fallen mentor and thought it was only natural to go back to the place where they first met him to do this. The group looked around and reminisced to they're times there, several moments went by in silence. Then streaks of blue and yellow landed next to the group as they were looking around the ruins of Zordon's command center,

"Oh man that was a close one." Hayley said as she let out a sigh of relief and whipped sweat from her forehead,

"Yeah I didn't think we'd make it" Trini said as she struggled to gain her composure,

"With everything that we saved and transferred, I'm sure we can find a way to bring Tommy and his team back." Billy added, as everyone looked at them thankful that they were able to join them safely,

"Hey Hayley I'm glad your safe, but why are we meeting here" Zach asked the same question that was on everyone's mind,

"Well if you all will follow me I will show you" Hayley explained as she went to the center of the ruins,

"Open Alpha Delta Tango Foxtrot 1 5 7 3" Hayley said to everyone's confusion, then suddenly,

"Password accepted, welcome Hayley. Password reset to next code" a computerized voice responded as a hidden door appeared and opened for Hayley,

"WOAH!!!" everyone yelled out as they saw what was happening around them,

"Come on guys come inside this is like an emergency bunker, not only is a spare command center but it is like a bunker and is ready for anything. Think of it as like a fortress." Hayley explained as she led them inside,

"Whoa" everyone said in amazement as they saw the new command center,

"A brand new command center beneath the ruins of the old command center, the perfect place to work under such extreme situations. No villain would think to look under the ruins of an old command center." Hayley said as she started to boot up the computers and lights. The room had a bit of a dark navy blue color on the walls and a grey hard tile floor, there was a large flat screen monitor on the wall to the left of the hidden entrance with computer consoles in front of them going along this wall towards the wall on the other side of the wall with smaller monitors corresponding to the consoles. There was a door next to the hidden entrance that lead to a panic room/sleeping quarters for any team or group to get a restful nights sleep without worrying about a midnight raid on their hidden base,

"Hayley this is phenomenal." Billy said in awe at the computer consoles,

"Hayley, how is this possible?" Jason asked,

"Well me and Tommy have been working on this ever since he found the dino gems, sorry for all the secrecy about this but if we ever needed this base the fewer people that knew about it would be best because then the chances of whatever villain is around find this base would be low" Hayley explained,

"Wow this place is great." Trini said,

"Yeah well let's get to work." Hayley said as her, Billy, and Trini began to work again while the others were getting settled in.

(Ranger command center 1993)

Everyone was gathered around Kira as she lay motionless on the table, suddenly the alarms blared signaling a massive disturbance,

"Oh man what could Astronima be planning now?!" Jason groaned,

"Wait Astronima? She isn't suppose to be here for at least five to six years from now, what is going on? And how does Jason know about her?" Tommy thought as he looked over at Jason,

"ey yi yi yi yi yi" Alpha cried out in distress,

"Alpha what is it?" Kim asked,

"Umm Zordon, I think you'd better explain this. It's the same anomaly" alpha explained hesitantly,

"YES ALPHA YOU ARE CORRECT, RANGERS EVER SINCE THE RANGERS FROM THE FUTURE FIRST CAME TO BE IN OUR TIME WE HAVE NOTICED A RIP IN THE FABERIC OF TIME AND I SUSPECT IT IS DUE THE CHANGE IN THE STATE OF MINDS OF OUR KIMBERLY AND TOMMY ALONG WITH THE ADDITION OF THE RANGERS FROM THE FUTURE. THE ALERT JUST NOW SIGNALED A NEW DEVELOPMENT IN THE SITUATION. I HYPOTHESIZE THAT ONCE THE RANGERS FROM THE FUTURE AND THE FUTURE KIMBERLY AND TOMMY RETURN TO THE FUTURE THAT THE RIFT IN TIME AND SPACE WILL BE REPAIRED AND THAT NO ONE WITH HAVE ANY RECOLECTION OF WHAT HAS TRANSPIRED." Zordon explained as another siren rent off,

"Oh Zoltar it seems like what appears to be an evil white ranger is destroying downtown Angel Grove" Alpha alerted Zoltar as the others faced the viewing globe and the rangers from the future along with Tommy flinched as they saw it was the ranger from their time,

"Man not this guy again" Ethan groaned,

"You know this guy rangers?" alpha asked,

"Yeah, he's a clone of our white ranger but he was engineered to be evil" Tommy explained,

"Rangers he is moving too fast and because of his power its too hard to track him, you will have to teleport to downtown and find him before he hurts anyone" alpha instructed, the rangers fell into position behind Jason and he reached for his mopher,

"LIGHTSPEED RESCUE" he called out as they began to morph,

"White tiger zord" Tommy called out,

"Mastodon" Adam called out but then suddenly turned back into Zach,

"Pterodactyl" Kim called out,

"Triceratops" Billy called out,

"Saber tooth tiger Trini called out and then suddenly changed into Aiesha,

"Tyrannosaurus" Jason called out as they were instantly transported to downtown Angel grove, they stuck together and search for a while yielding no positive results,

"Guys this isn't working, let's split up and try to find this guy" Tommy ordered and with that the rangers split up and went looking for the evil white ranger copy,

(Ranger command center 1993)

Meanwhile the remaining dino thunder rangers were getting restless just waiting around at the command center for Kira to get better,

"Alpha is there anything we can be doing for her?" Trent asked,

"I'm sorry rangers but she needs to come out of this on her own" alpha explained,

"Well we cant just sit here doing nothing" Ethan said getting a bit ansy from not doing anything productive in the light of Conner's death and now Kira's vegetative state,

"Well you could out and help the other rangers locate the renegade ranger from your time" alpha suggested,

"Anything is better then just waiting around and hoping something good could happen" Ethan surmised,

"Dino thunder power up" Ethan called up and was morphed and teleported to downtown Angel grove,

"White ranger dino power activate" Trent called out and was morphed and teleported as well.

(Somewhere downtown Angel Gove)

Tommy had been searching for a while and had not seen anything that looked like the ranger copy but he had an unshakeable feeling that he was being watched or followed, this feeling was growing in him and just nagging him so much that to make himself feel better he drew out is sword Saba and held it at the ready. Tommy walked like this for awhile then suddenly an innocent woman ran out in front of him making him almost attack out of just being startled,

"Get out of here and get to safety" He instructed as he back off from her, he kept walking and came to an open square area of downtown that had a glowing yellow line diving it in half as what he knew as Angel Grove and the other half he didn't recognize there was what looked like a newspaper building with half a sign that read "ly planet" and he didn't know what it meant but shrugged it off,

"Nice suit, but there is only room for only white ranger in this city. And your looking at him" it was the evil white ranger standing in front of Tommy across the square with his sword at the ready for a fight,

"We'll see about that" Tommy yelled out as he took a ready stance.

#paradox rangers in time #chapter 12 #power rangers fan fiction

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mevweasley · 2 years ago

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Complete fictional crushes list

Every single female character I love women

but I have to choose some so

Females

Kim Wexler (Better Call Saul)

Elizabeth Bennet (Pride and Prejudice)

Tiana (Princess and the Frog)

Irene Adler (BBC Sherlock)

Morticia Addams

Rita (Mulholland Drive)

Margot Tenenbaum (The Royal Tenenbaums)

Nymphadora Tonks (Harry Potter)

Chel (The Road to El Dorado)

Gwen (Ben 10)

Scarlett Overkill (Minions)

Musa and Darcy (Winx)

Alice Cullen (Twilight)

Leta Lestrange and Tina Goldstein (Fantastic Beasts Franchise)

Yzma and Chicha (The Emperor's New Groove)

Kida, Audrey and Helga (Atlantis)

Eowyn (eywen) (LOTR)

Evelyn Deavor (Incredibles 2)

Charlene and Vanessa (Phineas and Ferb)

Velma (Scooby-Doo)

Colette (Ratatouille)

Luna Loud (The Loud House)

Esmeralda (The Hunchback of Notre Dame)

Moana (Moana)

Shego (Kim Possible)

Fleabag (Fleabag)

Eris (Sinbad)

Maleficent

Ursula (both in human and octopus form)

Amelia, Treasure Planet

Nani (Lilo and Stitch)

Nadja (What we do in the shadows)

Males

preminger (barbie as the princess and the pauper)

nathan fielder (actor/comedian, nathan for you and the rehearsal)

dwayne hoover (little miss sunshine)

cedric the sorcerer (sofia the first)

vector (despicable me) and herb overkill (minions)

book severus snape (harry potter)

Javier (Akeelah and the bee)

Kendall Roy (succession)

Mycroft Holmes (bbc sherlock)

Gale Boetticher (breaking bad)

mr. crocker (fairly odd parents)

Pedro Pony (peppa pig)

Angel Gabriel (Good Omens)

Colin Robinson (what we do in the shadows)

Mark Scout (severance)

Heinz Doofenshmirtz (phineas and ferb)

Middle Aged Man from that Centrum Medifacts Ad

Charlie Barber (Marriage Story)

Ron Weasley (Harry Potter)

Jasper (Cruella)

Kenneth Calloway (Safety not Guaranteed)

Claude Frollo (The Hunchback of Notre Dame)

Thomas Thorne and Pat (BBC ghosts)

Randy (Dora and the lost city of gold)

Kyle (Fanboy and Chumchum)

Nonbinary characters

Raine Whispers (The Owl House)

Jim Jimenez (Our Flag Means Death)

#mev

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askfacultystaff · 11 days ago

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Has triple-m ever asked you guys, that characters of TLH and TCG, about if you guys would be seeing The Casagrandes Movie and No Time to Spy?

Lynn Sr.: ..... We already watched "The Casagrandes Movie"-

Rita: But as for the sequel from our first movie... It was a major failure, especially how overused so-called "David Steele" themes are put throughout the sequel.

Lori: Oh come on, Leni. It's literally just a movie. He's our important brother, and for what he did is just save us from our death! If not, we would die in space just like her husband, Mr. Dufus- 😅

Leni: Lori! In this "like" failure movie, Lincoln didn't learn his lesson after everything all! Admitted he's just a dumb kid playing spy, and ruined our lives and our grandparents' wedding!

Leni: "Like" if we just punish him even we understand Dufus manipulated him under guise of so-called spy mission, this won't happen! What were they thinking!? We hate David Steele just like we hate Ace Savvy in first place! 😟

Luna: We told Triple-M that we already watched "The Casagrandes Movie", duh. Punguari is more marvelous and stronger than Morag. Morag almost killed us just to restore peace and quiet for her, you know?

Albert Reynolds: What we love part of movie is we get married at tropical island. It predicted our dreams came true. I couldn't imagine if i didn't fulfill 🙂

Myrtle Reynolds: Our grandchildren are just like angels in our eyes. Our family is bigger than before 😊

Luan: Mr. Coconuts! How in the world they shown name "RonnieColn" in one of her playlists?

Mr. Coconuts: Relationship between Lincoln and Ronnie Anne?

Luan: Yes! You're right! That's controversial!! Remember she bullied him back at elementary school in first place? Just because she used to be a bully doesn't mean she likes him! Lori and Bobby can marry each other in future! It's more likely he and Ronnie Anne become estranged siblings-in-laws! Lincoln deserves to marry Sid Chang in future! 😟

Lynn: *Broke pieces of front door* No time to spy? More like "No time to be selfish and reckless"! This is the worst sequel we ever seen in our lives!!! Stop with spy games, it's getting worse!!! 😠

Lucy: Sigh. Losing our only brother is as sad as my soul. Especially in future, i plan for coffins in case of one of my family members' death.

Lana and Lola: We already watched "The Casagrandes Movie"!

Lana: Not trying to sound heartless, but Ronnie Anne deserved to be trapped in hidden room for denying family time and being rebellious. It's like she's disowned as a sister!

Lola: As for our sequel from our first movie, we are too young to go on risky places. We might seriously get injured badly, we are children!

Lisa: Fear not, Lily. I made a poster to replace failed movie. It's called "Loud Summer Movie". Let's see if we convince workers to create screenshots and animations.

Lily: Hehehehe, Wiwy can't wait! 😏

Rosa Casagrande: Too bad our series are cancelled, but we are happy our movie reached a success level. Just like a Coco movie, my familia 😀

Maria Santiago: Someday, i wish they made another spinoff featuring Chang family.

Bobby Santiago: I can't wait to marry my babe in future! 🙂

Rama: ........ Why they have to make me as an anti-hero?......

(Seems like Rama is traumatized now.... Poor him.... Not everyone is going to love "No Time To Spy: A Loud House Movie" - -)

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Whose Child Is This?

In which fourteen-year-old Harry Potter sees his time-travelling five-year-old self accidentally appear in the middle of the fucking Great Hall, asks ‘is anybody going to adopt this kid?’, and does not wait for an answer.

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The Great Hall was, in the aftermath of the rather exciting First Task, quite louder than usual. The visiting schools had been thrilled at the display, and while Hogwarts students were somewhat accustomed to having a weirdly stimulated school year, dragons had not yet been a part of the entertainment (for most).

The Hall was also brighter than usual, even excluding the Wreasley twin’s occasional breakfast-time antics, with the flashing of the very original and creative ‘Potter Stinks’ badges that everyone loved. Potter himself wasn’t wearing one, if only because he couldn’t figure out how to get it to stay stuck on the ‘Support Cedric Diggory’ setting, but it didn’t matter. Flashing badge or no, after such a rousing scene during his tussle with his chosen dragon Harry was as much a topic of craned-neck looks and too-loud whispers as the rest of the Champions. Even if you hated the kid, most people had to admit that anything ‘Potter’ tended to be interesting, honestly.

But yet absolutely none of it compared to the three carelessly-cast spells that had just rebounded onto Harry Potter; the bright, wobbly circle of light that temporarily blinded everybody near the ends of the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables; and the extremely tiny boy that had just fallen through it.

Harry Potter was a skinny, speccy teenager with a few bandaged burns and bruises and an increasing headache, and he was also the itty-bitty five-year-old groaning from where he’d landed in the mashed potato tureen, bleeding all over the tablecloth.

The Hall went silent, after a perfunctory scream or two.

The little boy lay in place for a moment and then turned over, sitting up as best he could. There was an enormous t-shirt hanging off one shoulder that was slowly becoming speckled with dark stains, and it was difficult to determine his expression under the myriad of bruises across his face. One thousand magical students watched as he swiveled his head back and forth, taking in the entire Hall with a rather myopic squint.

“Is this Heaven,” he asked the bushy-haired girl in front of him.

Hermione Granger knew exactly everything except how to answer that question.

The ginger boy next to her was running marathons with his eyes, trying to look at Hermione, the little boy, and his utterly shellshocked friend sitting across from him all at the same time.

“Er…”

“If it’s Heaven then that’s alright,” the child continued, still squinting. “Only I hope the angels are nice.”

Harry Potter the Elder was frozen in place, listening to the child speak. His back was throbbing from whatever spells had just hit him and so was his head and so was everything, honestly, dragon-fighting sucked. This was unreal. This could not, absolutely could not be happening.

Hermione seemed to gather herself then, after an unsuccessful effort to get Harry to react.

“Oh, um. Well, I’m not an angel but my, my name is Hermione. And – and – what’s yours?” She asked, visibly stiffening at a flurry of movement from the high table.

“Boy.”

Across from her, behind the child, Harry Potter’s face completely drained of blood. He didn’t move an inch, as if hoping that if he didn’t make a sound, the disaster happening on top of the table wouldn’t see him.

The child shook his hair out of his eyes, and the sweat-damp strands parted over the angry scar beneath them.

Across the Hall, Draco Malfoy looked as if he were trying quite desperately to telepathically make his father hear of this. Rita Skeeter, damn her to hell, was absolutely going to hearing of this.

“Um, it’s not Heaven, I’m terribly sorry, but – did you know that you’re bleeding? We really ought to get you to the hospital wing, Ronald, grab my bag, what on Earth happened to you?”

The boy watched as the redheaded teenager struggled to fit two schoolbags over one shoulder while simultaneously attempting to kick the black-hair kid across from him in the shins.

“Uncle Vernon was very mad at me.”

Harry Potter unfroze in a swoop of black robes, grabbing the tiny child and hauling him off of the table. The boy shrieked in pain before hastily covering his mouth and Harry belatedly took his hand off the kid’s back, instead crouching to pick him up from the front. There really wasn’t an extremely dramatic change in size in ten years and it wasn’t that difficult; the boy weighed hardly anything. Shouts emerged from the high table as he swung his legs over the bench and booked it for the door.

“Mr. Potter! Mr. Potter, come back here – “

Harry, Ron, and Hermione legged it out the Hall, shoving the door shut behind them; Hermione took an extra moment to do a complicated little spell that she’d been using to keep secret her personal diary, since her roommates had a nasty habit of believing that anything that held possibly juicy gossip was theirs by default.

She caught up to the boys with difficulty, since Harry, even when weighed down by a two-stone kid, was stupid fast.

The boy unceremoniously slung over his shoulder watched the corridor go by with pained bemusement, occasionally waving to a straggling student who was late for lunch.

The door to the hospital wing loomed wide as Harry rushed right past it, scrambling up a staircase to the exclamations of his friends.

“Harry-“

He turned a corner and booked it to the grand staircase, thundering up the next flight two at a time.

“Harry, please! You need to take him back to the hospital wing!”

“Look at him, mate, he’s bleeding all over!”

“It’ll be fine,” Harry finally said, not pausing even as his arms and legs burned like fire under the exertion. “He’ll heal okay.”

“You can’t just know that - !”

Harry could, because he remembered this day. Harry had once asked very, very foolishly, why he was called ‘Boy’ at home and ‘Harry’ at school, and if his relatives had known his name was actually ‘Harry’.

Vernon beat him so hard he’d thought he was dying. It was the first time he’d ever used the belt, and Harry had spent the afternoon and the whole night in his cupboard praying, wishing that the angels would be nicer to him if he went to Heaven.

He remembered dreaming of a great, big room full of floating lights and black-clothed people, he remembered watching a woman speak, though he couldn’t understand her. Nobody had picked him up and ran off with him then; he’d fallen asleep, or passed out, or something, and when he woke up he was sore and stiff and achy, but alive, in the furthest place from heaven that his five-year-old mind could think of.

It wasn’t happening again. He couldn’t let it. The kid just looked so small.

The seventh-floor corridor flew past until the trio halted in front of a rather hideous tapestry, and Harry began to pace.

I need some place to hide a kid.

I need somewhere to keep a kid safe.

I need somewhere to hide a kid.

He reached for the doorknob before it even materialized and fell through with his friends on his heels, slamming the door behind him.

“Harry, what – ?”

“How did you know this was here, what is this, mate?”

“I asked Dobby if he knew of a place to get away,” Harry muttered, conveniently solving a problem that the author didn’t want to dig into.

No one in, he ordered. Steel bars emerged from the wooden door and embedded themselves in the stone around it. The room was small and dark, lit by a tiny fireplace that made soft light dance across the ceiling. Harry set the kid down on a plush sofa, pushing him a little when he tried to get away.

“Mm’not – “

“You’re allowed on the furniture,” Harry whispered, bent over him so that Ron and Hermione wouldn’t hear. Hermione looked like she had anyway.

A table appeared by the couch just as he was thinking of healing supplies, sporting bandages and rags, bowls of water, and a rather dusty bottle of murtlap essence.

Now that the running away was done Harry honestly felt rather empty. He didn’t want to do this with his friends watching, he truly didn’t, but he needed to think and he just couldn’t think right now, so his friends would have to reach for him.

“Er. Would you guys mind, I mean. Turning around? Please?”

Ron swiveled instantly, while Hermione looked like she wanted to argue. But at Harry’s insistent look she sighed and turned, leaning on the back of the couch beside Ron.

The kid was looking at him with wide eyes, bright green. Harry had never noticed how vivid they really were.

He wished he could think of something nice, but all he could think of in his moment was how accurate ‘green as a fresh-pickled toad’ actually had been.

“You look like me,” the kid said. Harry took a deep breath and held it for a moment.

Nodding, he grabbed a rag and the bowl of water.

“I want to get your back fixed up. Can you get your shirt off?”

Kid looked like he wanted to say more –

- ‘Don’t ask questions, you little freak’, Petunia would shriek –

But he set about pulling his arms out of the sleeves. Harry helped him get it over his head and scooted around to sit on the couch.

Harry had honestly never really seen anybody else extremely injured, or at least, not in a truly messy way. Quirrell turning to dust had happened rather quickly; they had knocked Snape out last year, but only a thin trickle of blood was evident there. The other Champions after the First Task had a few small cuts and bruises but that was it. Harry had had multiple grotesque, bloody injuries, and although they’d hurt like shite the sight of them didn’t really do much to him.

It was different, seeing it on somebody else.

The t-shirt had smeared the blood around rather gruesomely but the welts were worse than the cuts. Most of the blood was clogged and sticky; Harry wrung out the rag and gently tried to wash it away. The more he got off the worse the bruising looked; thick, dark lines welling up adjacent to the raised welts. The water in the bowl was reddish in no time, and he used the second bowl to finish up cleaning.

It would probably have been easier, he thought, if he could work on a smooth surface, but everything about the kid’s back was craggy; spine poking out like a mountain range, ribs showing more than could ever be healthy, the crests of his hipbones showing over the top of an overlarge pair of underpants held up with an old hair tie. Harry didn’t remember looking this nastily thin but he knew it was accurate, it was just…different. Seeing it on somebody else.

The same person. Somebody else who was the same person that he just snatched out of time and oh shit, he couldn’t take care of a kid!

“Sirius!”

Ron and Hermione jumped, spinning around reflexively. Harry tried to hold the t-shirt up like a curtain but it didn’t work one-handed.

“Oh, Harry – “

“We need to write to Sirius,” Harry said firmly, doing his best to ignore how watery Ron’s eyes were looking and, oh, god, it was all falling apart, he could not fucking handle this.

“Mate, I know he’s cool and all but the man’s living in a cave eating rats.”

“He offered to take me last year. SO. He probably had a house or something in mind, right? Just. Can you just write him really quickly, please?”

“Harry, we really should be going to Professor Dumbledore with this, shouldn’t we? He’ll be able to figure all of…this out, surely.”

Harry’s hands gripped the t-shirt tighter. Something in his throat squeezed shut, and he had to fight to open it again.

“Dumbledore will send him back. He’ll say it’s for our own protection and maybe he’ll talk to the Dursleys and he’ll promise that this won’t happen again and I’m not doing that, he, I. We’ll figure this out without Dumbledore, so please, please can you just go and write Sirius?”

Hermione had already given up on not crying but she nodded and wiped her face, shoving Ron across the room to the door, which opened just barely long enough to allow them through.

Harry turned back to the task at hand, dabbing at the cuts with a little bit of paste. The kid was starting to shiver. Harry gently pushed him forward just as the fire enlarged a little.

“Sirius is our – he’s my – he’s, shit.”

There were two Harry Potters, why was this his life.

“He’s our godfather,” Harry said, answering a question he knew had to be running around the kid’s head. “He was supposed to take us when our parents died but he was framed for murder and put in jail. He broke out of jail last year. I don’t know how he can help but he’d better have something.”

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That something turned out to be giving both Harrys a heart attack by showing up at the door fifty minutes later, scrambling at the wood like a bear trying to break into a storehouse. Small Harry jumped onto the arm of the couch as only-slightly-taller Harry opened the door for the enormous dog, who bounded in and changed into a man in one smooth motion, grabbing the older Harry in a bone-crushing hug as the door slammed shut.

The hug must have been too tight, because Harry suddenly was having a really, really hard time keeping from crying. Hugs from Sirius felt as safe and homey and achy as Mrs. Weasley’s embraces, but there was an element of mine that was added as well that kind of crushed something in his heart.

When Sirius let go he didn’t let go all the way; his hands stayed on Harry’s shoulders as he peered over his godson’s hair to look at…his? Other?? Godson??

Who was still standing upright on the couch, utterly agog at seeing a dog turn into a man.

Sirius took in the bloodied kid, the scarred forehead, the glaring ribcage, and the cringing teen all in one wide glance, and stepped forward and knelt, bringing him just below the kid’s height.

“So you must be young Harry Potter,” he said softly, giving the child a gentle smile. The boy shook his head, looking up at his counterpart with wide eyes.

“S’m’name’s Boy,” he mumbled. Sirius’s face told Harry that they were definitely going to be having A Discussion sometime soon, but he just cracked a smile and pulled a blanket over the kid’s skinny shoulders.

“Well, my name is Sirius, and I’m actually your godfather, so I’m going to be taking care of you now, alright?”

The boy – Harry, his name is HARRY, it’s HARRY, it’s not Boy, it’s not Freak, it’s HARRY – clenched the blanket in his little fists.

“What’s – “

“You got your dad’s cloak with you?” Harry, who hadn’t until the author needed him to, nodded.

“Good. Toss it over the kid and let’s go. I’m taking you to my house.”

Harry scrambled to fish his cloak out of his pocket while Sirius shoved the Room’s medical supplies into his own pockets, grabbing another blanket and tucking it securely around Harry-the-younger and picking him up. The boy looked terrified but didn’t say a word.

“We need to get to either your Common Room or McGonagall’s office,” Sirius said, waving his wand at his face and murmuring urgently. “Is there a mirror – ah.” At Harry’s thought, a claw-footed mirror appeared on the wall. Sirius trudged over and continued to spell his face, until he looked like a passable copy of Professor McGonagall.

“Can’t do much for the robes, I’m afraid, but it’ll do if we have to run for it. Sorry, Minne,” Sirius added in afterthought.

Harry walked them over to the door and thought very hard about Professor McGonagall’s office, which portraits and tapestries hung near it, what the hallway looked from the staircase at the end. The Room shuddered, and then the door shivered a bit and opened to look directly at McGonagall’s door.

Harry and Sirius shimmied out and nearly brained themselves on the wood when the door refused to open.

“Shit! I mean, shite.”

Sirius kicked the wood and started off to the stairs that led to Gryffindor Tower.

“She’s not in, I left the door jammed but she must have seen it, dammit.”

Harry trotted to keep up, listening to the horribly-accented mutters with pounding in his ears. Surely, surely somebody would notice them, they were going to get caught and this would be the end and –

“Mr…oh! Mr. Potter, stop right there!” The both of them whirled around to find Dumbledore, Ron, Hermione, and the actual Professor McGonagall turning the opposite corner. McGonagall looked a bit stunned for a moment, before indignation overtook her face and she marched right at them, proper robes and hat and all, like a tartan tiger having spotted its prey.

“Harry!”

“Mate!” “Sirius - ?”

“Book it.” “Black, don’t you dare – “

Sirius and Harry bolted up the stairs, screeching to a halt at the portrait before Harry gave the password and ducked through the entrance, startling a gaggle of second-years who were just stepping in.

“Muffliato!”

The few students hanging out in the Common Room immediately looked confused at the sudden buzzing in their ears, as Sirius dug a hand into the pocket of his robe and tossed an amount of floo powder into the fireplace.

Harry was suddenly burdened with thirty pounds of invisible child.

“You go through first, Harry,” Sirius said, as muffled yells echoed from outside the portrait hole. “It’s ‘Grimmauld Place,’ alright? Hurry.”

“Grimmauld Place, Grimmauld Place,” Harry muttered, remembering his last floo encounter. He stepped into the emerald flames just as the back of the portrait rocked. A few of the students around the Common Room began to look panicked and suspicious, realizing that ‘Professor McGonagall’ was looking somewhat different than usual.

Harry adjusted the kid, feeling him breathing quietly but quite heavily, and shouted “Grimmauld Place!” just as the portrait hole burst open.

The flames whisked him away before he saw more than Dumbledore’s wide eyes, and he and the kid tumbled out into a pitch-dark room.

There was a moment of alarm as he overbalanced and began to fall, then a strong hand grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him upright.

Sirius’s angular face was illuminated briefly by the flames, before he put a hand onto the lintel and said, “Nullus Introitus!” and the fire died immediately. The darkness fell with the ringing of iron bells, and despite the silence Harry’s labored breathing sounded strangely muffled. The hand on his shoulder was warm, though, and he held the kid tighter as his eyes began to adjust to the dark.

“Where are we?” he whispered. The darkness absorbed the sound like a sponge.

“We’re at my house,” Sirius murmured. His hand shifted on Harry’s shoulder as he moved forward, and suddenly there was light; with a gesture, Sirius had lit the wall sconces.

“Don’t move from that spot,” he said, “And don’t lose contact with me. This house isn’t very friendly, and I, uh. I haven’t been here for a while.”

The room they were in was coated in dust, but the green silk of the wallpaper was still able to be seen, and the sharp, lavish décor was no less harsh for its layers of neglect.

It wasn’t anything like Harry had seen before, and Sirius’s trepidation did nothing to assuage his nerves. But as the invisibly kid began to squirm, Harry-the-elder found himself enveloped in a pair of long, warm arms, the scratch of a beard tickling the top of his ear.

“We’re going to figure this out, Harry,” said Sirius, and finally the strings were cut. Harry sagged against his godfather’s chest and took a shaky breath, trying to control the burning in his eyes. A hand rubbed across his back, and if he had to wipe his eyes against Sirius’s velvet housecoat then nobody else was here to see it.

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A/N: Where did this come from? Why did I write this? Who fucking knows. I haven’t read the books since I was in high school so please forget inconsistencies in timeline and tidbits here and there. We’re taking 'fuck the source' as a writing style because fuck JKR. This wouldn't leave me alone until it was written so here it is. If there’s fourth wall breaks unusual to my writing style it’s because I’m mad.

Is there another Horcrux now that baby!Harry is present? Who fucking knows! Not me! This will not, not, NOT be continued upon, by golly!

I originally wrote this as happening in 5th year, mainly because that’s where the Angst ™ is and I kind of thought it would be hilarious to have Dumbledore just chilling at Grimmauld Place after he ditches Hogwarts in book five, like…where did he go? Boarding at the Hog’s Head with Aberforth just to annoy his brother? I feel like he would be an extremely pleasant and polite and tidy houseguest that absolutely every host wants to get rid of within half a day of his residence. Dumbledore can be stomached in small doses, not weeks living in the same house. And I want Sirius to get a little petty about it.

BUT Book Four has a lot more, uh, options. Of stuff. It’s past midnight, I don’t have a brain right now.

Also the books just kind of…sleep? On Harry’s horrendously abusive home life? Like it’s literally just there. I get that that’s kind of how it can feel at the time but uhhh that shit makes marks in weird and unexpected places. I know not much was actually touched upon but it’s canon that Harry’s been both choked and hit at with frying pans, and Vernon even smacks Dudley as well in the first book.

Anyway I’ve never read a fic of younger Harry time-travelling to the future, always book- or future-Harry travelling to the past, so here you go, bite me.

#my fic #harry potter #i honestly wasn't sure if I should post this or not with the debates and all of JKR's continued assholery #I know thou shalt not support by buying the books/movies/new game etc #but what about at-home folks just reading or writing or drawing?#Folks who write or draw out of grief? Out of spite? To process something? Honest question

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WQBY (rankings)

TOP 100 for the week ending December 17, 2023

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Antenne Vorarlberg Chillout Lounge (July 25, 2023)

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one-joe-spoopy · 1 year ago

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Wait so is Miasma's goop essentially just dead tissue left behind? Like it's fallen off, the nerves are dead, it's acting independently from her body?

Juno ur a bad bean istg why would you stick the icky goo in your mouth? I mean yeah it tastes alright and all but what if it didn't? What if it tasted like ass? Or if it was poisonous? I know u lack care for ur personal safety but don't do dumb bean things.

Damn straight Rita ain't impressed. She's the only other person with braincells here, after Alessandra, and even then points deducted for going along with juno's dumb bean ideas. Actually after Benzaiten she's the other person with braincells.

I mean they're brothers why wouldn't they be beans together??? (Can u tell that I'm enjoying calling people beans recently?) Also it's a good thing that no one was hurt while they were setting the thing alight because who knows the scale of disaster if the thing exploded in their faces. But also nice to know that boys will be boys.

Does Miasma use the puddles to move between locations? Since she did rise out of one when Juno set it on fire. Also do silver and iron bullets work on her, given that she's not quite exactly entirely monster? Or did she go down because she's still vulnerable to bullets?

Spitting vodka fire was very cool but also very very stupid. I'm imagining what the burns could have looked like so Juno, you're very lucky that Hotboy didn't want to get u burned bc honestly I would let you have burns all over and in your mouth because I'm all about suffering and realism.

Wait wouldn't juno's eyes just pop when it's pierced? I mean, as far as my knowledge goes, the eyeball is just a rigid sack of goo so it should pop, shouldn't it? And the spike should go into his brain? But then again, it is your au and suspension of belief is very important for fiction.

How much of the goo could Miasma hypothetically lose before she would 'die', so to speak?

"Ben smiles. At least Juno thinks he sees him smile. The sun glares behind him creating the perfect halo. An angel. Juno's angel." I hope you can hear me sobbing. It's very loud and distressing the neighborhood animals.

So Miasma isn't dead yet? What happens if the glass jar shatters or cracks? Would she be able to escape? Would she regenerate or would she stay the way she currently is? Would she be able to create more mass? If she hadn't given up her humanity, would she have still be considered a monster? Or did the moment she gave part of herself up mark the end of her personhood? Does fae blood do anything if consumed by any creature that isn't fae?

Two constants of Miasma's life: soup and science. What a legend.

@one-joe-spoopy you asked a few days ago about Miasma in my monster hunter au. It has taken me two days, but I've reached a point where I'm content enough to share my thoughts finally (and @esquemeencanta I haven't forgotten you Jove <3)

This is the tale behind Juno losing his original eye to Miasma. Sometime after this encounter he gets a new enchanted magical eye from Ramses O'Flaherty, finds out he's a changeling actually named Jack Takano, and after that shit storm, Juno gouges the magical eye out himself (almost dies trying). The continuation picking up with Hunter Steel and Hunter Glass is in the back of my mind. I've been fried trying to think of how Juno fights a monster he knows next to nothing about, and how he's supposed to do it alone (because ya know- he's stubborn like that)

! Obligatory guts, gore, blood, and violence and angst warning !

Juno works for the Hyperion Monster Hunter Association. He's brought Rita along with him and together they've been doing pretty well. Falco reached out a handful of times but after enough missed calls caught on that Juno wasn't going to come back to HCPD. By then, Juno had made a name for himself as a hunter in Hyperion. He was seeked out for personal jobs often enough that he didn't need to rely on the job postings from the HMHA. Sometimes though he still takes a posting.

There had been a few postings for a series of disruptions in the valleys down south of Hyperion City for a few months. Other Hunters had taken up the jobs and died trying to hunt down whatever monster was out there. Reports from the Cerberus Province were coming in:

Puddles of black gunk have been forming overnight. Anything that steps in it immediately sinks to the bottom. It is unclear if there even is a bottom to these pools.

Vehicles are being broken into and stripped for parts.

Earthquakes are being recorded, rumbling every few hours like clock work. This area is not known for experiencing earthquakes.

Other monsters have been found dead, disembowled and drained of their blood.

Juno takes the latest job request and gets Rita to look over some survey maps taken of the area. She finds that where the monster carcasses are turning up, there was a puddle of gunk there previously. She says she may be able to find out more if Juno can collect a sample. He obliges and returns to her a day later with a small jar full of gunk. His hands smell like burnt tar.

Rita runs a few tests on the jar of gunk and she finds that it has a mostly liquid state, but when disturbed it solidifies. A non-newtonian liquid. Like water mixed with cornstarch. It oozes slowly but seizes up when jostled. Rita makes a comment that she can't stand the smell, "it must taste pretty bad too. Don't know why any monsters would be getting so close to it." Juno unscrews the jar and sticks his finger in it. Rita watches horrified from her computer at their office as Juno proceeds to sniff the gunk (bad idea), and lick it (super disgusting idea).

Juno finds that even though the gunk smells bad, it tastes... okay. Little bit of a burnt wood taste to it, but nothing awful. It's almost sweet. Kind of savory. He goes around asking other hunters at the HMHA to try it and many refuse. The ones that do all come to the same conclusion as him: a little burnt, kind of sweet and savory.

One Hunter boldly takes the jar from Juno and spills it out over a table. Nothing happens at first as it slowly spreads out, but soon enough it's like the gunk has a mind of its own. It begins to almost crawl. It "oozes" across the table. Juno slams the jar back over it, the other hunter tries to frantically scoop it back into one mass. They eventually get it in a cup and back into the glass jar. Rita is not impressed when she hears about their sheer stupidity.

Juno brings the jar home and shows it to Ben. This whole time Ben has been hearing about the ooze from Juno and listening to his calls with Rita, but hasn't actually seen it. He looks at it in the jar and takes a good whiff ("Juno what the hell... you licked this? Gross... will I lick it? Yeah sure- when I'm dead! Put that lid back on or so help me.") Ben asks Juno what happens when it's introduced to heat. He says he isn't sure but according to Rita,

"In theory, it should just solidify. Non-Newtonian fluids cannot withstand extreme heat. The liquidity part evaporates. Just leaving the solid-ity part."

"I'm impressed. You listened to her."

Juno frowns. "I always listen to Rita."

"That's not what I meant. I meant: you listened to her, and you even sound like her now."

"... haha, very funny Benten... do you want to help me find out what happens when you introduce this stuff to fire or not though?"

Ben and Juno are both extremely smart in their own ways. They are also both extremely dumb in the same way. Ben lights the stove, Juno holds the jar with a pair of tongs, and they watch with bated breath as the gunk tries to hop out of the jar as it gets hotter. Eventually it stops moving altogether. And sure enough, when Juno removes it from the stove and lets it cool, it's solid.

Ben asks Juno what he's going to do and Juno simply says he's going on a Hunt.

"You can't be serious? Juno- this is dangerous. You're going to literally be playing with fire."

"I can handle it."

"Juno- I'm serious. Take this seriously."

"I am."

"Then you'll listen to me when I say, it'll make me feel a whole lot better if you take someone with you."

"You know that's not how this works Benten-"

"A Kanagawa hunter would be more than willing to work with you. Hell- what's her name Big Eyes would probably kill to work with you again."

"BENZAITEN! Enough! This is my job alright? I don't tell you how your recitals should be going or what stretches you need to be doing! You don't get to boss me around about how my Hunts go. End of discussion."

"Juno-"

"No. We're done. I'm going to bed, and tomorrow, I'm going on my hunt."

Juno goes to bed without saying goodnight. He wakes up and leaves for the office without eating or saying good morning. Ben calls but he doesn't answer. He calls Rita and Rita relays the message "just tell him I'll be waiting at home and- good luck."

Juno takes with him his pistol, shotgun, a flask of vodka, canisters of gasoline, a box of matches (Ben's brand), and an empty glass milk jar. He drives out to the valleys between HC and the CP to the largest black pool and starts pouring gasoline into and around it. He brought five of them with him. Rita said that his plan was dangerous. ("maybe we can get a hold of Ms. Cassandra and find out if-" "I'm not bringing Cass into this. This is my hunt. I'm doing it my way.") She made him agree that if she didnt hear back from Juno in an hour, she would call Juno, and if he failed to pick up she'd ask for assistance ("I ain't takin no as an answer Mista Steel." "You and Benzaiten worry too much." "Sorry Boss, but you're important to us.")

Juno stands back as he strikes a match and tosses it into the gas. He watches the pool erupt in flame. The ground trembles underneath him. Juno falls backwards. Something rises out of the pool... a monster.

Covered in black gunk, reeking of burnt tar, a monster on fire towers over him. She hisses and squeals. She would be beautiful if half her face wasn't torn off and the other half on fire. Black tentacles rise with her. She has a maw full of razor sharp teeth that go around and around in rings. In that moment, Juno knew he was fucked and would likely die. But if theres one thing being a Steel had prepared him for, its to not go down without a fight.

Juno brings around his shotgun and fires. He lands two bullets that lodge themselves in the monster. She hisses and growls, lunging at him. Her hands are sharp talons. They dig into his shoulders and drag him through the ground. Forgotten is the flask and jar. She rises again towering over him. He takes aim and fires another shot that embeds itself in her shoulder. She howls, a tentacle comes slicing through the air. He rolls out of the way in time and continues rolling as more trail after him.

He remembers the flask when it falls out of his coat. He takes hold of it and unscrews the cap, gulping a mouthful and holding it in his cheeks. With shaking hands he reaches for another match and lights it. He turns and spits the vodka into the flame, lighting a trail of flames that follows a tentacle of black tar. It spreads and the monster catches fire, screeching, leaving Juno time to unholster his pistol. He takes aim and fires off a few more rounds at her, slowly limping his way back where he dropped his shotgun and the milk jar. Finally, one of his bullets lands at her core. The monsters screeching turns to silent wailing.

Her size has shrunk as most of her body has caught fire, the rest is riddled with silver bullets. She clutches two appendages over her chest where the last bullet struck. Frantically trying to dig it out. She slowly tries to slip away as Juno grabs his jar and makes the dumbest decision he could've ever done: he runs towards her. He holsters his pistol, unscrews the jar and keeps the lid in one hand. The monster musters what remaining strength she has as both of the appendages over her chest shoot out. Two things happen at once:

One. Everything comes down to a singular point of pain. Juno feels it as his eye gets scooped out and he just about blacks out.

Two. He successfully scoops the monsters core inside the jar. The lid comes down on it, and monster screams as she shrinks to fit inside her small prison.

Juno has just enough strength left in him to screw the lid on. He blacks out shortly after.

(Ben calls Juno and then calls Rita when he can't reach him. He insist she call him right then and there because "something is wrong. I know it. Rita- listen to me. Call it' call it twin intuition, alright." Intrigued by this Rita calls Juno and when he doesn't answer her she calls in Cassandra.

Cass says she isn't in the mood to save Steel’s sorry ass. Ben takes Rita's comms from her to speak to Cass directly, "You owe me Kanagawa. I'm calling in your favor to me. And if you don't uphold our deal Cassandra, I will make your family's life hell." Rita has always liked Benten. That day she understood what Juno means by "Ben strikes the fear of Benzaiten into you".

Cass rides out to the valleys on her motorbike and finds a giant gaping hole in the ground. Beside it- Juno Steel. Cass turns him over carefully removing the milk jar. She sees his fucked up face and hauls him inside his truck. She tosses his shotgun in the backseat and straps the jar in next to her as she floors it back to Hyperion City. When Ben meets her at the hospital she apologizes and says she still owes Ben his favor, she shouldn't have brushed Rita off so quickly. All Ben does is tell her to leave. Rita promises to give her a call when Juno comes around.)

Juno wakes up in the hospital. He panics unable to see out of one eye. He tries to sit up and falls back groaning and grunting in pain. Something shifts next to him and he turns his head. It's Benzaiten. Bathed in golden light.

"Do you remember what Ma used to say, whenever she found us fighting? Fighting over the Andromeda costumes and Turbo toys?"

"Benten-" Juno wheezes and coughs. Ben turns and fills a glass with water. He carefully hands it over to Juno without a word.

"Ma used to say that we shouldn't fight. She didn't want us to fight because when it came down to it, there was only us in the world. She said- if we wanted to get flattened, we go and lie down in the road, but we aren't supposed to do that to each other." Ben smiles. At least Juno thinks he sees him smile. The sun glares behind him creating the perfect halo. An angel. Juno's angel.

"Ma said that when she was gone, we would have to rely on each other, and that meant we couldn't fight. We need someone else so that when we're not tough enough, they can be." He takes a shaking breath. Juno sips his water and parts his lips. Ben shakes his head and holds a hand up. "Save it, I'm not done.

"Ma said a lot of things before she died. She wanted nothing but the best for us Juno. She wanted us to look out for each other, wanted us to fight the big mean world together, and she wanted us to live. I know you never believed her. I know you don't believe her now- but she was ours. She was- Ma. And you're my brother. Ma is gone. Annie is gone. Oldtown is dying. Sasha left. Mick can hardly take care of himself. And you're all I have left Juno... I need you Juno. I need you to be alive for me because I can't be tough enough for this world. I want you alive... why can't you want that for yourself."

Benzaiten stands from the chair he's in and walks around Junos hospital bed. In proper light Juno can see the bags under his eyes and the tears streaking down his cheeks. He takes the glass from Juno's shaking hands and sets it aside. He pulls Juno against him and half folds his body over, half shields his twin.

The same mouth. Same hands. Juno broke his nose when they were still kids. Ben broke his ankle a year ago. Their noses are different. The way they walk has changed. But the one thing that no one could take away was their matching gaze. Their matching eyes.

(Ben leaves the hospital to visit Rita. She welcomed him inside her home without a second thought. She opens a window and sits down at her breakfast table while Ben takes a cigarette from his pocket and lights it. He takes a long draw and holds the smoke in his lungs for a long moment. He exhales slowly. His tears have long since dried. He thought he cried himself out at Ma's funeral. He was wrong.)

Juno goes back out to the site in the valleys a few weeks later with Cass. She took the jar and kept it to herself. When she saw Juno in the hospital she asked about it. He just said to turn it over to Rita and she'd take care of it from there (to this day Rita still has it in her personal office at home. The monster watches her work. She finds it easier to work when she has something to explain her thought process to and the monster is frequently subjected to that. When she's not home Rita keeps it locked up inside a safe next to emergency bac up shrimp crunchies.)

Cass and Juno explore the gaping hole together. (Cass pulled her weight as a Kanagawa and had the site quarantined off from other hunters and the public). They find a whole underground network of chambers and lab equipment. Journals and notes. Juno flips through a few pages and together this is what they piece together:

Doctor Miasma was a human doctor. She learned about fae medicine and was desperate to get her hands on it by any means possible. In order to get any though she needed to cross over. So. She did. She forcibly opened her own portals and exchanged parts of herself, constantly replacing whatever she lost. Her arms, her legs, half her face. Eventually she gave up the last thing she had to offer: her humanity.

Miasma awoke a monster in the fae wilds. She used intimidation to force them to open a portal for her to cross back home. She created her underground lab and stocked it with soup. She ran experiments on herself. With practice she honed her hunting skills and had her first taste of fae blood.

Shortly thereafter Miasma lost more than her body and humanity. She lost her memories. She lost her name. She forgot her title, forgot her research, and simply became a monster that consumed.

Some part of her must have remembered something though. She broke cars and stole parts from them trying to build a machine to harness magic and open portals. Even after giving up everything, Miasma was still trying to get back to the fae realm

Cass finds the rotting corpses of dead monsters. Their blood not yet drained.

Juno's seen enough and with Cass' help climbs out of the hole.

"Cass- you write the report."

"Huh? Why? This was your Hunt. I don't need the credit or the money."

"And I don't want the attention it's going to bring. Write it. If you have questions call Rita."

(Cass swears this will be the last nice thing she does for Juno. She writes the report and hands it over to the HMHA. The senior hunters of the association are confused why she's handing in the paperwork. She shrugs and tells them "Steel doesn't want to handle the guts." The Kanagawas come in and clean everything out. Cecil does a live stream special walking through "the lab of a monster". Juno reads the newspaper in the kitchen while Ben makes them breakfast. Life carries on.)

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