#bit of a fae-inspo here

[drowning-in-cacophony]

stitches

For @flashfictionfridayofficial Prompt 225: I Can't Tell

[Summary: a man has a one-sided conversation] [cw: vague allusions/mentions of stitched lips]

“Well,” he says with a clearing of his throat, tipping his head back against the wall. “They did say there would be consequences, right?”

Curled on her knees next to him, she rests her temple against the wall too, letting out a sigh through her nose. There’s a piece of straw tickling her knee; the light that’s casting down through the grate is starting to gently rise, the moon giving way for a bright sun that’ll signify the sleep of the world outside. They should try for some rest of their own, after the night they’ve had; she already knows there’ll be no shut-eye.

“It’s definitely going to make everything harder, when we get out of here,” he adds on, maybe just to fill the air, because nothing he’s saying is new news. He throws her a side glance. “It’s not something you can mime, right? Or write down?”

She shakes her head. Almost grimaces, until she thinks better of moving her lips. He does grimace, wide and easy.

“Thought so.”

His skull thumps against the wall again, hard enough to jolt through hers. Shooting out a foot to deliver a sharp kick to his ankle is the form her vengeance takes; he grimaces again, show-off.

“Sorry.” A pause, as laden as a heavy cart. “Am I being selfish? I haven’t even asked you-”

She cuts off his words with a shake of her head, as sharp as the kick. His eyebrows tie and knot, lips pursing, and now she might be a little jealous of how many ways he can move his mouth compared to her.

“You don’t want to focus on it? I don’t blame you. Though you should be pissed at me, right? It’s my fault.”

She shrugs; no point in letting him off entirely easily. He’s right, it is his fault. His fault she’s here, his fault she’s the one with this consequence. They’ve both got burdens because of his actions, but at least his are more metaphysical than just physical.

She won’t reach up and touch them again, but she doesn’t need fingertips to remember what they feel like. The slender shimmering stitches.

His hand shifts in the hay dirt ground. Reaches for her knee, perhaps a touch clumsily. The rising light catches off the edge of his irises, burning the sincerity bright. “I am sorry. You weren’t meant to get caught up in all of this.”

I agreed to help, she’d say if could. She knew the risks of sneaking around, stealing into the Library where none are meant to step without permission. The stakes were high enough – are high enough – that he’d judged it acceptable to bring her here, that she’d thought it worth it to risk it. On one hand, it is. She knows what they need.

She just can’t tell him, and there’s no guarantee that when They decide to release him, They’ll let her go with him. They do like their tricksy edges to their games.

He sighs – through his mouth, bastard – then shakes his head. “We need a plan.”

She nods – he’s right about that. The only way to get somewhat on top here is to be one, two or even five steps ahead. A hard ask considering, but they’ll have all day to think on it. Moon’s first rise will bid the next move They’ll make.

“Do you think-” he cuts himself, but she catches the flicker of his eyes to her mouth. Wonders, for a moment, if they’re still all bloody. When They’d cast her into here to wait for him, she’d had a go at gently dabbing around what she could feel, until the inside edges of her sleeves had been stained a dark ichor. But then the stitches themselves attract attention on their own, if only for the thread used. Greatly cherished back home, stronger than even the most tightly woven thread, and it’d be perfect on a bow, or to secure a talisman so well it’d never get lost.

And now it’ll keep the secret she has behind her lips. All her secrets, forever, maybe. Unless they make a deal, find someone generous – she’s trying not to think about the likelihood of that.

Yet he is, clearly. Wondering if They’ll deal with what They wrought, after he or both of them are likely conscripted into a deal of Their own making, to benefit Them alone, something he’ll try using to his own advantage anyway. Or will They leave it on their shoulders to fix?

All things she, again, would prefer not to dwell on.

So she shrugs again, a little sharply over the tense sadness that’s buzzing under her skin. Nudges him with her foot, directing him back to the idea of planning. That’s what’s important here. The most pressing issue. The sooner they plan, the better prepared they’ll be to argue for both of them to go, and then that means maybe she can try other ways to divulge the secret they risked much for.

He looks for a moment longer. Sunlight cresting around the edges of his hair – and perhaps that’s it on top of everything else, for Their string does glow magnificently in sunlight, she’s heard. He’s always been a pragmatist, maybe a touch selfish too, because he’d asked her here and now he gets himself to push aside the consequence he helped wrought. Focuses back on why they came.

To help him.

[icey--stars]

Hey I saw in your bio that your requests are open? Pls ignore if they aren't 🙏🏼 but I had this idea for Azris, and as the queen of Azris angst, I knew I had to at least share it with you

So I've been watching the Shadowhunters show (idk if you've seen it) but basically there's this seen where Jace gets possessed by some spirit thing and starts attacking his best friend, Alec. And they have a whole fight scene and it ends with Jace stabbing Alec with an arrow. All the while the ghost thing is talking THROUGH Jace and saying stuff like "Your boy's in there, screaming, begging me not to do this." And Alec is all like "it's ok, it's not your fault.". (I would highly recommend searching that scene up, it's the best angst inspo and I'm horrible at explaining)

Anyways imagine that buttt...AZRIS!!! What if after they are officially mated and everything, running their court, a new threat emerges that basically possess Eris who then attacks Azriel, maybe he stabs him, maybe there's a bit of burning involved (pls I'm sorry I know it sounds fucked up, but I love a good angst)

And then when Eris gets rid of whatever is controlling, how would they heal from that, like move on and stuff cuz I can imagine Eris would be feeling hella guilty and Az would want to forgive him but still be shaken up himself too...

Anyways if you do decide to write you can change it up as you like, I know whatever you come up with will be AMAZINGGG

You Would Never Hurt Me

Azriel is at a weekly family dinner when suddenly his bond with Eris alerts him to danger. What will happen when he realizes his mate is being controlled by another? What lengths will he go to? - 5.3k words of emotional pain.

Author's Note: Queen of Azris Angst? we sure? y'know what... i'll take it XD. I took a few creative liberties, but actually not too many... but I hope you enjoy :D

ouch my soul hurts. genuinely hurt me to write this but it just hurt so good. Also, I did end up changing the part about Az hesitating to forgive him because he was shaken up purely because the situation was so much more angsty with Az desperately trying to convince Eris everything is okay.

TW: Depictions of violence, mentions of blood, SEVERE burns, Azriel’s canon backstory, mind control trope, descriptions of severe injuries

also this was not edited very much. apologies for any mistakes!

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The newest threat to Prythian had been biding their time for a while. Azriel wasn’t going to lie that he was nervous. He and his spies in both courts he had close connections to had been unable to find anything of use. The only thing that they seemed to know was that this enemy was intelligent and not without power. They didn’t even know if it was a fae from the continent, Prythian or even Hybern. All reports had come up useless in the grander scheme of things.

“Az, if you keep that frown on your face, it might just become permanent,” Cassian teased. He’d gone to the weekly dinner at Velaris this week. This time, without Eris. Normally he’d come along, but Eris had decided he wanted to finish up some of the paperwork and work on training one of the newest ghost hound yearlings some more commands.

Azriel couldn’t help but feel tense over the matter since he knew he’d seen more signs of the enemy closer to the Autumn Court than anywhere else. It had his metaphorical hackles standing on end almost constantly.

Cassian nudged his shoulder with his knuckles. “Come on, Az,” his brother urged. “Relax a moment. I know you’d rather Eris be here, but he’s going to be just fine. He’s a damn High Lord of fire. I think he can manage a night without your shadows surrounding him.”

Azriel sighed, nodding in agreement. “Sorry, Cass,” He mused. “Something just feels off tonight.”

“How so?” Rhys questioned from across the table, still facing Nyx as he tried to bargain with the child over eating his greens.

Azriel shrugged. “The shadows are jittery. The darkness doesn’t bring comfort. Something is just off,” he replied.

Rhys hummed in acknowledgement. Feyre replied, “Is it about that threat?” She asked carefully. The bags under her eyes were evidence that the little Heir to the Night Court was still having trouble sleeping since his visit to the Illyrian camps.

“I’m not entirely sure. But I’ve seen more signs of them near the Autumn Court than anywhere else,” he admitted. “I wish we knew what they were capable of at the very least.”

“Whatever it is, Az, I’m sure we can handle it,” Rhys said, looking up toward him. “We’ve handled far worse than one crazed individual. But if you’re nervous and you’re not even going to eat what’s on your plate until you get back to your mate, none of us will fault you for leaving.”

Nesta nodded from where she sat beside Cassian, but she was also just playing with her foot with her fork. “That, or you can kidnap him and force him to attend dinner and book club,” Nesta mused, smirking as she glanced over at him.

Azriel scoffed in amusement. “I’m not so sure he’d appreciate that, Nes.”

Nesta chuckled. “No, but it’d make your sorry ass stop brooding for five minutes.”

Azriel rolled his eyes, turning away. He put his fork down. They weren’t wrong to say he couldn’t stomach food with this… itch of some sort bugging the hell out of him.

Suddenly, the bond twitched inside of him. Not a good twitch either.

Azriel sat up straight immediately, putting a hand to his chest when more emotions began flowing through. Worry. Confusion. Fear.

Azriel stood up as quickly as he could, shadows flaring out.

“Azriel,” Rhys mused from the table. “What’s wrong?”

“He’s in danger,” Azriel breathed.

Rhys immediately stood up. “In danger? Eris? The Lord of Fire?”

“Don’t make jokes, Rhys,” he begged, breathing a bit heavier. “Don’t follow me yet. The wards will stop you. Just… keep a tab on my mind. I have a feeling what this is. And it’s not a nightmare.”

Then he winnowed, feeling Rhys gently prod into his mind to stay as a presence just on the outside of his mind so he’d know what’s happening too.

Azriel followed the bond, sprinting as fast as possible through the Forest House until-

Eris was in his office.

But then something stopped. The bond stopped. Empty.

Azriel burst in, panting terribly as he spotted Eris standing at his desk.

“Eris?” He questioned hesitantly.

Eris turned around, but his eyes were distant. Azriel’s heart dropped like a stone when he heard emotionless words come out of his mate’s mouth. “Eris is not here, Illyrian mongrel.”

Azriel squared his shoulders, pressing his already glowing siphon to form his armor over his body. He crouched down imperceptibly. “Eris, this is not a funny joke.”

That was just his denial talking though. Eris had never called him an Illyrian mongrel.

“Oh, he doesn’t?” The male asked hauntingly. “Are you so sure? I know you can’t be… being a bastard and all.”

Something slammed into his mental walls and Azriel stumbled back just as Rhys seemed to reel back in his mind.

Azriel gritted his teeth, forcing his eyes open as he stared into Eris’s eyes, waiting for the familiar clarity to come back.

“You’re pathetic,” Eris snarked. “One measly hit and it almost took you down? Weak.”

Rhys seemed to be doing something akin to building a second wall from within his mind, battling off something. Azriel couldn’t spare any mental energy to figure out what it was.

“Eris… you need to come back,” He said, but it really came out more like pleading.

Flames sparked on Eris’s palms and Azriel couldn’t help his flinch. Though his mate had been helping him overcome his fear as of late, something… something felt wrong about this.

“Eris,” he warned, eyes drawn down to the fire unconsciously. “What are you doing?”

“My name is not Eris,” he hissed, stalking closer. A dagger summoned to Eris’s palm, the flame lighting up the dagger’s edges as if it was some glowing blade. If he hadn’t been so shocked over the loss of his bond and the fear for his mate, he would’ve thought it almost looked cool. But right now? It was downright terrifying.

The male leapt at him and Azriel raised up his arms in defense, dodging to the side with only a few centimeters to spare. He didn’t want to hurt Eris. That was on the forefront of his mind.

But what was he supposed to do when Eris was trying to hurt him?

“Eris,” he pleaded. “Come back to me.”

Eris chuckled, one of the ones reserved for the lords in the council when they were pissing him off. “You know, your mate is putting up quite the fight in here. He’s been trained against people like me, but clearly not like you and your little friend protecting you.”

Azriel spared the moment of suspension to ask Rhys: What’s happening? Who?

Daemati, was Rhys’s only response and it was said as if through gritted teeth.

Shit. Eris was being controlled by a daemati. And though he had faith in Rhys, he knew that the male didn’t have much practice in fighting his own kind.

Azriel’s shadows rose like asps preparing to strike above his shoulders, as if sensing that this was not their beloved mate. No. This was an enemy this time. But he couldn’t hurt what was his.

“Let him go,” Azriel snarled.

Eris put a finger to his chin, tilting his head as if considering the prospect before scoffing. “No.” Then Eris leapt at him again. Azriel hadn’t been prepared this time- too much in shock to truly focus. His shadows reached out to cover his mate’s wrists in a desperate attempt to try and return him back, but it didn’t stop the dagger from lodging itself deep in his shoulder and twisting.

Azriel couldn’t help the pained groan that escaped him. He flared his wings and pushed forward quickly, grabbing Eris’s shoulders and pushing the male back. Though they were of equal strength, Azriel was stronger physically if they really tested themselves.

But the daemati had control over Eris’s magic at that moment and Azriel couldn’t help his yelp when the flames suddenly engulfed his hands. He wanted to scream and run, to get into the sky and never return-

He couldn’t though. This was his mate.

Azriel felt tears dripping out of his eyes as he pushed Eris back against a wall. “Come back to me,” he begged brokenly while staring into Eris’s beautiful fire-colored eyes.

“Please,” he continued.

Keep him held there, Rhys demanded in his mind. And release your shields.

Azriel really didn’t have the mental capacity to question Rhys at this moment, so he simply obeyed. The other daemati swept in, but Rhys met it head-on. Another presence joined the battlefield too- a softer type of darkness. Feyre.

A headache was beginning to bloom behind his temples at all the action occurring in his mind. More than anything though, his hands burned. The daemati was more distracted so the flames were certainly not as hot as they could be, but it still hurt.

Talk to him, Feyre ordered sternly. Bring your mate out of the fire.

Azriel let out a choked sob, his wings flaring behind him as he pressed toward Eris and rested his forehead against his mate’s. “Eris,” he begged. “I know this isn’t you. Come back to me. I know you wouldn’t-”

He cut off with a groan as the flames burned hotter. His flesh might be melting off to be honest. But he couldn’t let him go. Not now. Not ever. Azriel let another sob tear out of his throat as he pressed desperately into Eris.

“Come back to me,” he pleaded brokenly. “This isn’t you, Eris. You’re my mate. You’re mine. And you would never hurt me.”

Let go now, Feyre yelled over whatever clashing was occurring on the battleground between their minds.

“I can’t,” Azriel sobbed. He couldn’t let Eris go. Not like this. Not now. He needed his mate to know he was there and he would forgive him.

Az, let him go before your hands melt off, Rhys snarled harshly.

Azriel sobbed and stumbled backward. Eris remained standing against the wall as Azriel curled his hands toward his chest, shadows curling around them quickly, providing a soothing cold touch to them.

He kept his eyes open, watching Eris and watching his eyes. There was a flicker of fire there. Just a flicker.

“Eris,” he said again. The eyes went distant again and he snarled at the daemati, hoping the bastard could hear him over all the clashing. “Let him go. Let my mate go. Let Eris go, you-”

He couldn’t come up with an insult that could encompass all the hate he felt toward the being at this moment.

The bond flickered and Azriel clutched his chest. That put an idea in his head and he immediately brought all the love he felt for the male in front of him and shoved it down the bond as forcefully as he could. As well as some determination he hoped Eris would interpret as ‘You’re better than it. Fight back. You’re mine.’

Eris suddenly collapsed against the wall, body slumping into the floor. Azriel rushed forward before his head could slam into it as well. He cradled the male in his lap, tears still pouring down his cheeks. Everything was too much and not enough. He needed Eris, and that was about the only thing he could interpret.

“Eris, Eris, Eris,” he began repeating, pushing the hair out of his mate’s face desperately even as his shadows reported the door slamming open and Rhys with Cassian came running in.

They tried to grab his arms and drag him away but he fought harshly. “No! Don’t make me leave him,” he begged them. He needed to know his mate would be alright.

“We’ll get him too, Az,” Cassian said, pulling even more. “Rhys will get him. Come on, before your hands-”

Azriel held onto Eris even more, not wanting to leave his mate alone and afraid. Even if he was unconscious now, he would wake up and feel regret over something that wasn’t even in his control. He knew he would. But Azriel needed to be there so he could comfort him.

“Azriel,” Rhysand commanded sharply. “Let him go. Go to Madja.”

He wanted to disobey the command so badly, but his strength gave out and Cassian scooped him up onto his feet. Rhys picked Eris up into his arms and then they were winnowing straight into Madja’s clinic. Someone must’ve warned her because she already had a bucket of cold water that Cassian forced his hands into.

“Stay still,” Cassian ordered when he tried to twist and see where Rhys was taking his mate. “You’ve got to cool your hands down,” He told him. “Eris is just fine. He’s going to get checked out by Madja. You are going to get healed before your hands scar even worse with more permanent damage. Do you realize your skin is melting off?”

“But Eris-” Azriel tried to protest.

“Do not make me order you again, Az!” Rhys called from the other room. He saw Feyre winnow in as well, running toward where Rhys was. And Azriel was stuck here, useless, with his hands in a goddamn bucket. He couldn’t even feel the pain in the wake of knowing his mate was hurt.

He sobbed through his teeth. This was worse than his brothers burning his hands. This was so much worse than even the worst injuries he’s sustained in war or his line of work.

Feyre suddenly came up to him and her gentle presence ghosted along the edges of his mind before soothing something he didn’t even realize was tearing him apart from the inside it seemed like. The headache eased slightly.

“Is he okay?” He asked, looking up at Feyre. She had the most caring expression on her face and he wanted it gone.

“Rhys is with him right now,” Feyre told him. “Madja is there too, but you’re the main concern right now. He’s only going to have mental wounds. But Rhys can fix it, don’t worry,” she added on quickly when his face dropped.

“How?” He asked. “That kind of-”

“We caught it early and Rhys saw what was damaged in the fight. It’s okay, Azriel. He’s going to be okay. Now we need to make sure your hands are going to be okay, alright? Breathe and keep that even head I know you have. Eris is okay.”

Azriel sighed and slumped against whatever was nearby in relief. It ended up being Cassian. He trusted Feyre. Eris was going to be okay. And that was the only thing that mattered.

“Come on, Az,” Cassian urged, holding him up gently while still keeping his hands dunked in the water. “Your panicking will not help him if he wakes up.”

Azriel breathed and his shadows came up to whisper assurances that Eris was in the other room on a bed with Rhys and Madja. Cared for. He forced his body to come back from whatever super-adrenaline state it had gotten itself into.

“That’s it,” Cassian encouraged. “That’s good, Az. Do you feel any pain yet?”

At the mention, yes. His hands burned and not in any sort of good way. He didn’t dare look into the water. He probably couldn’t anyway since it was bloody. That probably wasn’t a good sign. The stabbing in his shoulder hurt, but it was duller than his hands at the moment.

“Yes,” he gritted out, huffing out some breath to suck more in anew as the pain now took over his being.

“I’ll get Madja,” Feyre said.

“No-” He said. “Leave her with Eris. I’m okay.”

“Eris is unconscious and Rhys is fully capable of caring for him. I’ll go over there too to help. But you need healing.”

Azriel sighed, knowing this wasn’t something Feyre would allow so he gave up on the argument early. “Okay,” he breathed. “Make sure he’s alright. Please.”

Feyre left and Madja was walking in quickly. “Get your shadows to cover your own eyes,” She ordered. The shadows, not completely under his will at the moment, took initiative and covered his eyes while she pulled his hands out of the cold water. They were numb in some places and burning in others.

Madja let out a harsh breath. “Do not lift that blindfold,” she told him and then the burning returned tenfold and he knew she was pushing healing magic into his hands. Cassian kept him restrained even as he tried to keep screams from bubbling out of his throat.

Alas, he could only stop them for so long and they soon spilled out. He lost any and all breath in his lungs all too quickly. Probably a good thing. Cassian kept him in a firm hold which grounded him somewhat but it hurt.

When he was finally given a reprieve, he was halfway towards passing out. When the pain mostly receded to a harsh ache, he finally drew in breath and slumped back against Cassian with his eyes closed.

“Come on, Az,” Cassian encouraged. “Let’s get you over to Eris, alright? Madja will wrap your hands there.”

Azriel could barely spare a hum of acknowledgement before he was being manhandled to his feet and forced to walk on shaky knees with droopy eyelids. His shadows had dropped back down to his hands, covering them from sight. Maybe that was a good thing, he decided. As soon as he saw Eris, he tried reaching out for his mate, but Cassian slapped his arm down.

“You are not using your hands, Az. Sit your ass down,” Cassian ordered. His brother helped him get out of his armor and leathers so he was just in his undershirt and pants.

He was forced to sit on the stool nearby, but was allowed to scoot it as close as possible to Eris to lean down over the bed and rest his forehead against Eris’s skin, breathing his mate’s scent in. It calmed his nerves just enough for him to finally take a deep breath.

Madja came in and forced him to hold himself up for a few more minutes while she wrapped his hands in white bandages as well as his shoulder. Then he was allowed to rest. Rhys pulled away from Eris eventually and he perked up, looking at his brother.

“He’ll be alright,” Rhys assured him. “At most, he won’t remember the fight, which I’d say is a mercy.”

Azriel sighed in relief and rested his head back down into Eris’s now cold palm since he couldn’t hold it properly. There, he fell asleep.

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Azriel didn’t know how much time passed when he awoke. His hands ached like none other and if he had to be honest: everything hurt. Apparently, almost having your mate be gone to mind control by a daemati gave you some really bad tension to deal with. Specifically in his shoulders which were always the hardest to get at. Impossible now because of the thick bandages on his hands. The stab felt as if it’d already healed over. Perks of Illyrian healing, he supposed.

He lifted his head from wherever he was laying and squinted when he looked to his left and saw an empty bed.

“Eris?” He said aloud, sitting up and glancing around more. Someone must’ve moved him to the bed. But where was his mate? Azriel needed to be with him.

Suddenly, a burst of calm exploded from his chest and Azriel gasped for breath, not even realizing he’d been holding it. The bond. Thank the fucking Cauldron it was back. It meant that Eris was awake and okay enough to not be… well, dying.

Azriel groaned as he stood up, flexing his wings out behind him as he stared down at his hands. For Madja to have wrapped them so much he couldn’t even move his wrists… he must’ve gotten burned quite badly, he deduced. But, priority number one was finding Eris.

He tugged on the bond once, slowly wandering out toward where Madja usually sat in her clinic.

Eris was beside her.

Azriel breathed deeply at last, relief coursing through his veins at the sight of his mate being awake and even having a conversation with Madja over something relating to some sort of bright orange plant that looked like fire. He stumbled his way over there as quickly as he could, wrapping his arms around Eris and pressing his nose into the junction of his neck and shoulder to breathe in his scent.

Eris, however, had frozen. And that sent ice barreling through Azriel. What had happened?

“Hi Az,” Eris said hesitantly.

Azriel pulled away immediately, coming around to see Eris from the front to try and discern what the problem was.

For some reason, he had a guilty look on his face. Not a joking one- no, it was similar to the one he had when he figured out he’d accidentally forgotten something in court which led to the death of some farmers. A broken sort of regret.

“Eris, what’s wrong?” Azriel asked, brows furrowed in concern. “What happened? Did someone do something before I woke up? I’ll kill them for you with or without my hands,” he said, rage already pooling in his heart at the thought of someone making his mate feel this sort of guilt.

“No, no, I’m fine,” Eris waved him off, averting his gaze to the ground. “Nobody did anything besides that damned daemati.”

“I’m already killing him,” Azriel said to try and assure his mate. “I’m going to find him, tear his head from his shoulders and put it on a pike. Give the body to the scavengers and the head can be a personal trophy until it decays.”

A small chuckle came out of his mate’s chest and Azriel warmed up considerably, glad he could at least get that out of Eris. A chuckle was a start.

“Come on, Eris,” Azriel said, bringing his bandaged hands up to cup Eris’s cheeks. “Tell me what’s wrong. I’m not blind.”

Eris sighed and then gently grabbed Azriel’s forearms to hold his hands up. “This is what’s wrong,” he pointed out as if it was obvious.

Azriel’s brows furrowed. Then he realized. “Eris, these are not your fault. These are that bastard’s fault.”

“It was my fire that burned you, Az,” Eris argued, releasing his hands and standing up.

Madja stood as well. “I’ll let you two talk this out. Let me know if someone starts dying,” she says as she walks out.

Azriel looked at Eris, checking him from top down for any injuries or other apparent signs of his emotions. Both males had tells even if they were masters at hiding away.

“It was your fire controlled by that bastard,” Azriel argued, pressing forward. He paused when Eris backed up, even more concerned. It’d been centuries since Eris had backed away from his comfort. 

“Eris,” he spoke softly. “I would’ve held you back even if my wings were burned off my shoulders. It is not your fault. Take away that guilt from your mind right fucking now. I could’ve let go the instant the daemati lit the flames, but guess what? I didn’t, did I?”

Eris looked sheepishly now and Azriel opened up his arms.

“It’s okay, Eris. You would never hurt me. I know that. You should already know that,” Azriel insisted. “My hands will heal in time. There’s a reason Madja is so esteemed as a healer. And I’m pretty sure she even got to the burns faster than the guards did when I was 8. The only reason I can speak about that night and not fear the flames is because of you.”

Eris now had tears running down his face and Azriel dared a step forward.

Eris didn’t move, but he didn’t come closer either. “I’m sorry,” Eris whispered, closing his eyes.

“You would never hurt me,” Azriel repeated.

“Your hands-”

“I don’t give a fucking shit about my hands,” Azriel cut him off. “I’d rather my entire arm be torn off than be in a world where you’re controlled by a daemati. Don’t you realize that? I would do anything to protect you. My hands being burned is the least of my worries.”

“Az, I still burned you. In the worst of places,” Eris argued.

“You did not burn me,” Azriel insisted. “You would never hurt me. Trust yourself on that, huh? Trust me on it at the very least.”

Eris choked on a sob and Azriel opened up his arms again. Finally, finally, his mate went stumbling into his comfort.

“I should have fought harder against his control,” Eris said, voice broken and muffled against Azriel’s shoulder. “I could have. But it was just so hard. It felt like everything in my mind had gone under ice, yet I could feel the heat escaping me. Burning you. I tried so hard and it didn’t work-“

“Shh…” Azriel hushed, holding Eris as tight as he could. “You did the best you could, Eris. The fact you even still remember the experience is a miracle in itself. Daemati can be very damaging. Can scratch memories. Rhys was able to repair them but I was so worried about you. You have no clue.”

Eris sobbed wetly into his shoulder and Azriel felt tears slipping down his own cheeks as well. He let his emotions flow freely over the bond. Eris’s were still a mix of guilt, but now it was more of a lost hopelessness than true guilt. More of a “I don’t know how to fix this” kind of look.

“There is nothing that you did wrong,” Azriel whispered. Eris hugged him tighter and he smiled, squeezing him back as well. His shadows were helping him give more force behind it since he was unable to use his hands and the damn plush of the bandages did not help.

“I don’t know what happened beyond the fact I burned you,” Eris admitted. “I was caught off guard since I was tired and waiting for you to come home. He just… snuck between my mental walls and latched on like a damn leech.”

“You need to rest more. Now that we know we’re dealing with a daemati, we need to keep mental shields sharp. But luckily we have some of the most powerful daemati on our side. It’s already two against one,” Azriel joked.

Eris chuckled and finally pulled away to meet Azriel’s eyes. “I’m going to help you heal your hands,” he declared. “I’ll help you with everything. Anything. Writing? Done. Massage or oil? Done.”

“If this is you trying to make up for a fake mistake, don’t,” Azriel said seriously.

“This is me helping my mate through an injury,” Eris replied, giving a small reassuring smile despite the obvious signs he’d been crying not even a few seconds ago.

“Good,” Azriel told him. “I’ll definitely take you up on the writing part. I’ve got to write down things about what happened. See if we can piece together clues. And maybe it’ll help you piece together your memory,” he added.

Eris nodded. “Anything,” he repeated.

“But first,” Azriel said, putting one bandaged hand up, “We’re going to bathe because we both stink.”

Eris couldn’t help the laugh that exploded from his chest and it made Azriel all the merrier. He loved making him laugh like this.

“Agreed,” his mate replied. “Maybe we should talk to Madja about the wrapping of your hands first?”

Azriel nodded in agreement. “Then a warm bath,” he added. “I may take you up on the massage you mentioned,” he joked. “My shoulders ache.”

“You were sleeping on a goddamn stool when I woke up,” Eris said, scoffing in amusement. “Of course your back is hurting, bat. You should have laid in the bed not even two feet away.”

“I needed to be close to you,” Azriel admitted. “I thought I wouldn’t sleep like the dead and be awake with you but…”

Eris chuckled. “You always sleep like the dead when your face is buried in my scent. Honestly, you shouldn’t have expected any differently.”

Azriel rolled his eyes. But the little banter also assured him that Eris was truly okay. At least for now, those thoughts of guilt had been warred against and lost.

Cassian came jogging in loudly suddenly and he sighed in relief when he spotted them. “Thank the fucking Cauldron you are both awake,” he panted. “Az? How are your hands?”

“Hurt, but they’re fine,” Azriel dismissed. “How bad were they?”

“You do not want to know,” Cassian replied.

“I would,” Eris spoke up. “After all, who knows how to heal burns better than the Fire Lord who deals them out?” He said. But luckily, his tone was lighthearted. No guilt to be seen. If there was, Azriel would’ve slapped the back of his head to reprimand those feelings.

Cassian hesitated, but then sighed. “Skin was practically melted off. Some parts were down to the bone. Bloody as hell,” he briefly described.

Azriel sucked in a breath, gazing down at his own hands. How had he not felt that? Apparently, his concern over Eris had been that powerful. Eris also seemed frozen in shock.

Cassian shrugged. “They looked better after Madja used all her healing magic on them. I think the only thing she was concerned about was the potential damage to your sense of touch, Az. Like, light touches.”

Azriel hummed in response. “It certainly wouldn’t be any different than the aftermath of my old injury,” he admitted. “Just takes a few years for it to return to normal.”

Cassian hummed. “Well, anyway, I was just coming here to check up on you,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his head.

“We’re fine,” Azriel assured his brother. After a moment of hesitation, he sighed and said, “Thank you, Cass. You kept a level head.”

Cassian scoffed. “Someone had to. You should’ve seen Rhys. He was practically catatonic with the mental battle. I’m surprised his or your head didn’t burst. Or Eris’s for that matter.”

Eris chuckled softly at that, but didn’t say anything. Azriel glanced at him before stretching his arms out best he could without the use of his hands. “Anyway, we’re off to get clean,” he declared.

“Tell Rhys the Autumn Court isn’t getting one of my brothers as ruler just yet,” Eris joked.

Cassian chuckled and nodded. “Don’t die,” he replied with a snicker before walking back where he came from. Wing beats told them that he’d actually left.

Madja was walking back in too. “While I’d rather keep your hands wrapped, Azriel, I do agree that you two need to bathe,” she explained. “I’ll unwrap them, but they’re going back on immediately after.”

The shadows floated towards her, some settling on the bandages of his hands as if in question to continue the order she gave them last time.

“I believe it will be alright if he sees his hands now, my friends,” Madja told them with a sweet smile. “Let’s get them unwrapped now.”

Barely fifteen minutes later, Azriel and Eris were sitting together in the bathtub, mostly just relaxing. Azriel pulled his hands up out of the lukewarm water (more strict instructions from Madja) to examine them. His old scars… were almost gone. As if burned or melted away. Instead, deep indents remained. His hands felt as if they had lost weight and he couldn’t move his fingers yet, but Madja had told him the muscles still needed time to realize they weren’t melted anymore.

Regardless, it looked odd. The skin was pulled tight. But something felt off about them.

Eris put a hand on his wrists to put his hands back in the water and draw his attention. “It’ll just take time,” Eris assured him.

“I don’t think I’ve heard of burns this bad,” Azriel admitted.

“I have,” Eris said. “Normally it took a few years, but they did eventually heal if they survived the initial burning.”

Azriel hummed. “Guess you’ll be doing the paperwork for a while,” he joked.

Eris scoffed, smiling. “Indeed I will,” he agreed.

↢ 『 ☾ 』 ↣

A/N: hope you enjoyed (and cried at least once because I SOBBED while writing this)

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[drachonia]

𝐚 𝐫 𝐜 𝐚 𝐧 𝐢 𝐭 𝐲 .

Kinktober 2024 Day 10 Jude Jazza x OC insert (Camille)

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: this one is gonna be a lil' different; if you've read the 'Dark If' stories from JP. Not much spoilers here, but it will be referenced a bit - so if fairytale AUs aren't your jam, feel free to skip this one <3. sorry it got posted later than usual, i've been pretty busy with school and had little inspo for this one in particular. 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: i am so sorry i forgor the tags! @candiedcoffeedrops @candied-boys 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: accidental stimulation, jude being jude (with a hint of spice).

The large library thrummed at every square inch with magic, its owner thumbing quietly through the spines that lined the sturdy ornate shelves.

He heard the quiet padding of the princess’ flats across the tile before he saw her, glancing out of the corner of his eye at her. Her dark hair cascaded down her shoulders and back like tiny waterfalls of ink, some tendrils falling to the floor like a dress’ train.

“Whaddya want, princess?” The fae curled his lip, staring her down as she sat in the chair beside the one he usually sat in. He rolled his eyes when she didn’t answer, waving a hand to pour a cup of tea for his guest. The pot levitating as it poured over into a cup, silverwares stirring the milk and sugar in quietly before settling back into place on the tray.

The young woman watched her guarded sorcerer intently as he lingered at the shelf a while longer before finding the title he wanted and walking back over to the chair beside her.

It had been awhile since the pair had — shockingly — become lovers, but the princess wouldn’t trade his company for the world. As soon as he settled in next to her, she grasped his hand gently, lacing her fingers through his and pulling it to her chest gently, giving the curve of his knuckles a tender kiss. The fae’s breath hitched as he watched her lips travel gently down his wrist along the back of his hand. He shifted slightly, glancing back to his book and trying to focus on the bland book in his other hand. Then her lips turned his hand in hers, kissing his inner wrist.

And the sorcerer snapped.

He turned sharply and gave his lover a deep, hungry kiss to hide the heady moan that built up in his throat, only to part with both of them gasping for breath.

“Ya should know better by now that ya don’t start kiss in’ any part of me unless ya want it back tenfold.” He growled a hair’s breadth from her lips, each word fanning with heat across her cheeks, “Do it again, I dare ya. You know exactly what’ll happen.” The man narrowed his eyes

his big hand held her head with an almost claw-like grip, cheeks squished gently. It was a rather attractive sight to see her looking at him with flushed cheeks pressed between his fingers, those pale eyes of hers lidded as she still held his other hand, slowly lacing her fingers through his, turning it back to kiss at the veins that ran along the back of his hands. He even felt the light brush of her tongue against his skin for a moment, jaw clenching and unclenching.

“Alright, that fuckin’ does it…!” He snarled, standing upright and lifting her roughly into a princess carry in his arms. Her soft squeaks and protests were quieted the minute he snapped his fingers and whisked them off to his chambers in the opposite wing of the castle. He lightly tossed her on the bed, “You know I told you not to do that, and you didn’t listen.” He huffed as he tugged the ties to his shirt loose, slipping the garment over his head and exposing lean muscle when he leaned over her body.

“I know…” she answered softly, “Sometimes I like when you let go like this with me, you trust me to see you vulnerable like this.”

Heavens above, this princess was awful for his health.

“You don’t know nothin’…now you’re gonna shut it and feel me for a bit or ya won’t like the consequences.” he chuckled darkly, shaking his head as he pressed kiss after kiss to her wrists, trailing up to her elbow and toward her inner arm to kiss her shoulder. Eventually the sweet but rough pressing of his lips and tongue to her skin left the princess no other option than to let out a breathy whine.

“That’s it…Nnn…” he hummed against her collar, biting deep near the base of her neck and lapping at the harsh marks with the tip of his tongue. He admired his handiwork for a moment before he started to tug roughly at the ties holding her gown in place. Eventually, a loud and harsh ripping sound filled the room as he pulled the binding of the corset behind her back apart, too frustrated to deal with the lacing to wait. He felt her hand thump against his chest as she squealed,

“That was my favorite—“

“I’ll buy ya another fuckin’ dozen…” he snarled, kissing her deep and pressing her wrists against the bed, his knee nudging her legs apart beneath her skirt and feeling how her bare flesh warmed his thigh. The loud rip repeated as he tore her skirt down the middle and let the fabric rest beneath her hips as he reached for the fabric tied at his waist, loosening it to relieve some pressure as his hand found her soaked folds.

“For such a bratty princess, ya sure do like gettin’ tormented, huh?” He purred, her slick folds yielding to the pads of his fingers as he eased two of them in slowly, grunting at the tight warmth that enveloped, “Shit, you’re tight…” the fae hissed, leaning over her and curling his arm to ease his fingers deeper into the princess, her arms released above her head, now fisted behind her in the sheets as she whimpered his name over and over like a mantra that kept her sane. Each pass of his fingers over her clit as he pulled them back only led to another delving of fingers back inside until the sorcerer had set the steady pace of thrusting them into his princess. Once she was wet enough, he started to spread the fingers slowly, gently working her insides to open up for him slightly. His amethyst eyes focused in on how wet she’d gotten and how she dripped around his knuckles in such a way that contradicted her sweet and ethereal appearance. Her cries grew in volume, prompting him to pull his fingers out, earning a whimper from her.

“Alright…” he grunted, sucking his fingers clean and staring down at her like he was appraising an artifact of great value. He fumbled with his pants, pushing them down his hips and kicking them off at his ankles along with his shoes. Climbing over the maiden, he positioned himself at her entrance while her deep sapphire begged for him. With a single thrust, he managed to push inside, her whine mixing with his groan in a soft harmony. The sorcerer braced both hands on either side of her, rolling and flicking his hips each time with heady, addicted moans, staring down at his princess as if in a trance. For a moment he questioned to himself if he was even sane anymore because of her.

"Fuck…!" he panted after awhile, the pleasure in his gut building like mana in the core od his being. Gentle and oh so warm.

Managing to give a few more deep strokes with his hips, the fae finally spilled into his beloved with a low, gutteral moan, his nails digging into the bedding enough that feather down started to fall out of the quilt.

"Fuck, ya drive me mad, princess…" he panted, brow relaxing as he rested his forehead against hers, feeling cool hands on his heated cheeks and gentle lips on the tip of his nose.

He was tormented by her sweetness, soft as moonlight, but he figured that — at this rate — maybe that torment wasn’t too bad if it meant their eternity.

[twstwinnie]

♚ With You ~ Lilia Vanrouge

summary: in a relationship with Lilia! usual three categories: pining, confession, and dating! while this should be a given, I’ll say it explicitly here: the reader is an adult in this given Lilia’s age <3 whether they’re a third year like Leona, or the prefect, is up to you as the reader!

tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, mutual pining, gn! reader

a/n: OK SO. this was a request from the comments (I do read those!) also, i was inspired to write for Lilia because I have a friend who really loves him, and i too love the bat boy! so, consider this a sort of love letter to Lilia as a character! For requests, Sebek is likely next, though feel free to lmk what y’all wanna see in asks/comments! enjoy!! special thanks to my beloved Lilia lovers for giving me inspo xx — winnie ♥︎

♚ starry - eyed !

» Unlike many other students at NRC, Lilia is one of few who’s fully aware of how he feels about you. He’s been alive long enough to recognize the signs— a quickened heartbeat, his eyes lingering on you for a few moments too long, even the way he seeks out your company in his free time.

» While, yes, he’s aware of his feelings, he’s stopped dead in his tracks by fear. It’s such a silly thing to him, really, but he can’t help it. He finds himself afraid that his lifespan might scare you off. Sure, he’s probably not got very long left, but in comparison to your human lifespan— it’s still quite a bit longer. Would you be alright with that? Or would his practical immortality be a dealbreaker?

» He knows that you accept him despite your difference in species, but would that translate if he was romantically interested? He hasn’t a clue, and so he’s bitten his tongue about how he truly feels— hiding behind a mask of teasing and jokes for the time being.

» Yes, teasing. No amount of reservations towards confessing could ever stop Lilia from teasing you. If anything, it only causes his teasing to increase, eventually evolving into something a bit more flirtatious.

» When you’re engrossed in any type of study at the library, he’ll appear in front of you, floating upside down with a wide grin on his face. When you jump back, startled, he merely laughs and comments on how cute you look when you’re focused.

» Sometimes, when you’re walking to class or back to your dorm, he’ll jump out and hug you from behind, near-tackling you to the ground. And though you’re always startled, you always know it’s Lilia hugging you. You’ll just let out a laugh, turn around, and hug him right back. The first time it happened, Lilia couldn’t help his shocked expression, easily melting into your warmth. Now, it’s exactly what he wants and expects when he does this. After all, hearing your laughter and gentle tone as you return his hug is always worth it to him.

» Despite all of this, though, he can’t find it in him to confess— convinced that you two are better off as friends. Who knows what the future holds? Human lives are already so delicate— would it truly be worth it for what’ll feel like a flash of happiness?

» This point comes up when he’s playing online games with Idia. Honestly, he doesn’t quite expect the conversation to take such a turn, but it does.

» “Red, you’ve been a lot less active lately. Kind of an L… but I guess it’s to be expected since you’ve got that partner of yours. Meh. At least you seem happier,” Idia comments. Lilia audibly hums, hands pausing on his keyboard.

» “Ah, you’re mistaken, Shroud. They aren’t my partner— just a friend! Much like you!” Lilia chimes. Idia lets out a quiet, disgruntled sound on the other end.

» “Uh, yeah, pass. We aren’t friends like that. I’m not blind, Lilia. Everyone sees how you look at them. If you were like that with me I’d be weirded out… but uh, why haven’t you told them anyway?” Idia idly questions, and Lilia sighs.

» “Well, us fae have prolonged lifespans. I can imagine that’d be a dealbreaker for most. I’m fine just being their cutest friend!” Lilia hums, but he can practically hear Idia’s eyes roll from the other end.

» “That’s a load of BS. Look, I’m not good at IRL romance, but from what I’ve seen in games, love interests get totally peeved when you try deciding things for them! The, uh… fae-immortality thing. Have you ever even talked to them about it?”

» That made Lilia pause. Well, he supposed he hadn’t really mentioned it to you… but he’d always assumed based on what he’d heard from so many others that you’d believe the same. Before he could respond, Idia continued.

» “And like, OP immortality stuff aside, that last line is a total lie. Are you really fine being stuck all friend-zoned? Can you handle someone else sweeping them away from you? And in the future, what if you aren’t even close? I doubt losing the route is better than, I dunno, trying?” Idia mumbles. Lilia takes a moment to process before letting out a bright laugh.

» “You should speak your mind like this more, Idia,” Lilia mentions.

» “In person? Uh, yeah, no way.”

» The conversation sticks with him, though. Idia is right. Lilia can never possibly know how you feel unless he confesses to you. Even if the future may be uncertain, the thought of losing you— of no longer having you by his side— wasn’t worth it. If confessing meant he’d have a chance to stay with you for the rest of your life, then he’d risk it.

» He’d never met anyone as kind, caring, and understanding as you. Not only did you listen to his many stories from his lifespan, you never doubted any of it for a second. You always give his cooking a try even though you know it’ll be less than edible, but you never judge him. You give him pointers, help him in the kitchen, and dutifully support him in his improvement. Sometimes, you’ll cook for him when he’s a bit too tired to give it another shot.

» You happily joke with him, tease him, compliment him, and spend time with him without a care for what his status used to be. When people warn you of “Diasomnia’s Powerful Vice Housewarden,” you look the other way. You don’t see his titles, his power— you just see him. You adore him not because he could crush you in an instant, but because you’ve become friends with the playful fae that he is.

» In his entire life, he’s met very few people as kind as you. However, you’ve been the one of the only ones to see and embrace all sides of him. Whether he’s fighting for his loved ones, or on stage with the rest of the Light Music club— you accept him.

» In the past, he’s made the mistake of letting go of the ones he loves. Because he thinks it’s better for them— because he feels that he’s dangerous or a dealbreaker. This time, he’s determined to do things differently.

» He wants it to be your choice. You’ve respected him and his choices, so he owes you the same treatment. This time, it’ll be different.

» He’ll confess to you properly and hear your answer. He just hopes it’s the one he also wants to hear.

♚ say the words !

» Lilia hasn’t properly confessed to someone in ages. He isn’t above asking for help should he need it, but it’s more of a matter of who to ask. Surely not his fellow Diasomnia members— they didn’t have as much romantic experience. Idia’s knowledge extends only to virtual games, so eventually, he settles on asking his clubmates.

» When he presents his issue, he’s surprised to find Cater gaping at him, Kalim equally as shocked. Just as Idia had, they assumed that you were already dating him. (Just how many people thought this?)

» After their shock subsided, Cater was more than happy to assist, along with Kalim. Lilia’s courting knowledge was vast, but much of it was outdated. He didn’t want to scare you off, so he wanted to learn some of the more modern methods of courtship.

» Though, both of the suggestions he received fell flat. Cater suggested a very Magicam worthy date, while Kalim suggested a carpet ride of sorts. They both offered to assist with their respective ideas, but Lilia couldn’t accept. None of it felt right. While he was sure both ideas would impress you, it didn’t feel authentic.

» As much as Lilia loved to tease, he wanted this confession to be serious— to be personal. He didn’t want to pretend to be someone he wasn’t. Eventually, he asked Silver for help. Surely, he’d have some insight considering how well he knew Lilia.

» “Have you considered just using one of the methods you already know, father?” Silver asks with a tilt of his head.

» “I’m afraid all of my methods are rather outdated for this day and age, Silver,” Lilia muses. Silver responds with a small sigh and shakes his head.

» “So? They know who you are already, right? Even if the method’s a little outdated, it’ll be true to yourself. They’ve gotten to know you, so I doubt they’d expect something modern anyway,” Silver finishes. Lilia’s eyes widened and he smiled. Of course, how could he forget?

» You already knew of his vast experiences across countless years. Perhaps, trying to adapt to a modernity he was unfamiliar with simply wasn’t right. He’d confess to you in a way that felt true to him. He was certain you’d understand.

» Eventually, Lilia settled on something true to his Briar Valley roots. Rather traditional, but it was still romantic to him. He’d enchant a briar rose, wrap it in the twine from a spinning wheel, and seal it in a glass case. Then, when the moon was high in the sky, he’d present it to you. Should you return his feelings, the rose would live on. If not, it would wilt away.

» The story such a tradition originated from resonated with him. Someone beautiful and bright falling for someone considered a monstrous outcast. It was quite touching. He wasted no time in gathering his materials, going as far as to travel back home for a moment to find the most beautiful rose for the confession.

» Once finished, he enchanted the rose, imbuing it with his magic— his wish to be with you for the rest of your eternity. Then, the briar rose was tied with twine and sealed away into the glass case. With a smile on his face, he waited as night fell, then sought you out.

» Luckily, your light was on, though dim through your window. Tapping lightly on the glass, he tested to see if you were awake. The sudden noise startled you, but you knew only one person who could possibly visit you this late at night. And enter through your window, no less!

» “Lilia? It’s late, why are you here?” you question in a hush tone, moving to the side to allow him entry into your room. He slips in, grinning as he presents you the rose.

» “As is Briar Valley tradition, I can only present this to you at night. I hope you don’t mind the intrusion,” Lilia says, watching your expression carefully. Your eyes widen as you take the encased rose, observing it closely.

» “It’s beautiful. What’s the occasion? Did something happen?” you ask with a light laugh as you scan the flower. Before he can answer, your eyes widen as you seemingly put the pieces together.

» “Wait… you’ve mentioned this. This is a Briar Rose, right? The string wrapped around it… the glass… Briar Valley tradition— ah! Are you…?” your voice trails off as your face flushes. Lilia merely grins, eyes glinting with mischief.

» “Am I what, dearest?” he questions with a teasing tone. You shake your head and laugh, covering your face a bit.

» “Is this… a confession?” you whisper. Lilia’s eyes soften and he approaches you, placing his hands over yours as he peered into the glass at the rose.

» “How observant. You really do listen to me! This is a confession. I’m terribly in love with you. You’ve invaded my every thought before I could think to stop you! So I’ve decided to tell you. I know my nature can be a bit… alarming, but I wanted to tell you anyway. Silly, isn’t it?” Lilia says softly.

» “It isn’t silly, Lilia. And of course it’s mutual. For as omnipotent as you tend to be at times, you’re a little clueless, aren’t you?” you respond with a warm laugh. Lilia looks at you and tilts his head.

» “What do you mean?” he asks.

» “I’ve liked you for a long time now. Have you ever noticed my advances? I don’t treat you like I treat my other friends, y’know! Plus, the whole immortality thing doesn’t scare me… no part of you ever could,” you say. Lilia processes for a moment before beaming with a sharp grin.

» “Oh really? You’ll be stuck with me for quite some time? Are you truly ready to have such a cute, wonderful partner for the rest of your life?” he teases. You merely smile, placing the rose to the side. Pulling him into a tight hug, you gently nod.

» “I’ve been ready for quite some time now. I’m more than happy to call you mine.”

» Lilia melts into your embrace and lets out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding in. All of his memories of you come flooding into his mind. He’d been too afraid of judgment to notice at the time, but now he could see it— the way you reserved your brightest smiles for him. The way you’d gently lean into his side when sitting together— even the way you’d watch after Silver on his behalf.

» You’d loved him for quite some time, and now he could finally say that you were his. He’d have you by his side— and he could look towards the future with no regrets, knowing you’d be there.

♚ at last, with you !

» After you two officially start dating, Lilia acts more or less the same, however, in addition to his usual teasing, he becomes a lot more comfortable being openly affectionate with you.

» Are you walking beside him? His hand is intertwined with yours, then. Just sat down with your friends for lunch? Expect him to hug you from behind and kiss your temple as a greeting. Are you having a study session? Well Lilia’s there, leaned against your side and resting against you as you work. Lilia loves affection, so he gives you plenty of it.

» While he usually initiates any affection, if you ever initiate it first, it makes him incredibly happy. If you reach for his hand first, or greet him with a kiss, he always gets a wide grin and teases you about it. He’ll joke that you actually do love him, and that you must be head over heels for him to initiate such sweet affection. Once he manages to get your face to flush under his relentless teasing, he’ll let up and ask you to do whatever affection you initiated again.

» With how touchy he is, it’s only natural that people find out that you two are actually dating now. Because of your increased presence in Diasomnia, Silver, Malleus, and Sebek are quick to find out.

» Silver and Malleus are entirely supportive. Silver can visibly see how happy you make his father. Lilia spends less time alone nowadays, so Silver doesn’t have to worry about him as much anymore. He knows you’re a great match for Lilia given how much you care for him. Plus, your cooking is easily much better than his dad’s, but hey! Your presence has also made Lilia’s food more tolerable, so Silver’s content.

» Malleus is glad that Lilia’s found someone who respects him, but also accepts his more peculiar aspects. It’s something Malleus often struggled with himself, typically only having Lilia to turn to. In you, Lilia has found a partner, but Malleus has also found a cherished friend. You respect him, invite him out, and listen to him just as you do with Lilia. With such a kind soul, it’s only natural Lilia was drawn to you. So long as you two take care of one another, Malleus is certain that it’s a bond that’ll last a long time.

» Sebek is a different story. He’s at war with his internalized hatred against humans. He wants to respect Lilia’s choice, but he struggles to understand why at first. So, at the beginning he’s weary— closely watching your every move. Instead of finding flaws, he comes to realize why Lilia chose you. You don’t use him for his power, you engage with him and his hobbies, and you even watch after Malleus and Silver. With time, Sebek warms up to you. Of course he does! Perhaps, not all humans are bad. You’ve certainly proved that to him.

» His dormmates’— well, family’s approval is all that Lilia needs to know he’s made the best decision possible for himself. You fit right into his small family, as if you were always meant to be there. You fit right into his life, actually.

» You’re always in the crowd during his Light Music club performances. During the Magift tournaments, you’re in the crowd, cheering his name. Even when he finds himself busy with schoolwork, you’re there— sitting across from him as you work on your own assignments. He’s become so used to your presence in his daily life, but he does love dates with you, as well.

» Designated time to spend with one another. Naturally, he very much enjoys spending time alone with you. More often than not, you two have date nights in. Playing games, watching movies, staying up— it’s all a bit juvenile, but Lilia’s proud of his childish side. Plus, as long as you’re having fun, then it’s worth it.

» He loves those nights so much. Laying side by side after the movies are over, curled up together and having hushed conversation. It’s his favorite. You’ll share your dreams— your aspirations in the dark of the night. Lilia shares his experiences, the things he’s seen that he can’t wait to show you. It helps him visualize the vast future you both have ahead of you— the experiences he has yet to have. It makes him excited, but as much as he wants to see it, he’s content with time passing slowly by your side. As long as he’s with you, he’s happy.

» However, for as much as you two play around, for as much as you both cause chaos together— it isn’t all bright and sunny. Lilia is prone to painful nightmares— memories of his past dredging up and meshing with his recent memories. He’ll dream of losing Silver, Sebek, Malleus— even you— to a war much like the one he’d experienced. During those nights, he’s lucky if he gets even a single hour of sleep.

» You always seem to notice, though. In the morning, you’ll see his tired expression. No matter how much he tries to cover it with a grin, you see right through him. You never judge him or pity him, though. You merely guide him back to his room— school forgotten in favor of a day of healing. You’ll lay him down, remaining by his side as you run your fingers through his hair.

» “I’m here, and you aren’t gonna lose me. We’ve still got a lifetime ahead of us. You can rest. I’ll be here by your side when you wake up.”

» Your soothing words always put a smile on his face. He’ll hold you a little tighter as he drifts back to sleep, knowing that you’ll be there to comfort him should his nightmares wake him up again. On the days that his terrors do startle him awake again, you’re right there— gently rubbing circles into his back as he tells you what he saw. No matter how horrifying the nightmare, your smile remains as you comfort him— assure him that it won’t happen. Lilia will not lose you.

» You’ll always lighten the mood after, teasing him and insisting that he cannot be rid of you that easily. It always puts a smile on Lilia’s face, causing him to quirk a brow and question as to whatever could’ve possessed you to think that’d he’d want you gone?

» After some shared laughter as well as a few playful fights, Lilia manages to relax, night terrors long forgotten in favor of your warmth and comfort.

» Your comfort is so important to him. Of course, he loves being reassured that you won’t go anywhere, but it goes deeper than that.

» At NRC, Lilia is regarded as a terrifying fae with extensive abilities. Though he frequently jokes about his age, there are very few who actually believe him. Most think he’s merely joking— thus his struggles often go unnoticed. After all, someone that powerful couldn’t possibly be affected by loss after experiencing so much of it, or, he must be lying! He looks far too young to have been in any sort of war!

» As much as he tends to laugh it off, it gets to him. He’s forced to hold back— unable to express that emotional side of him. All people see is the conniving, teasing third year. If he ever expressed his painful experiences from his past, he’d likely be called a liar. In truth, he isn’t. And loss doesn’t hurt any less just because he’s strong. The sting of loss hurts just as much the first time as it does countless times after.

» And you understand that. You believe him. With a gentle smile and soft affection, you show him that while his experiences have made him stronger, it doesn’t mean he has to be immune to pain or fear. You show him that he doesn’t need to always hide away behind a facade of playfulness around you. You’re always there to listen, should he need the space to talk.

» For that, Lilia is grateful. You’re willing to share his best and worst moments, and you do so without pitying him or doubting him. You love him dearly. Teasing, serious, even a little scary— all are sides of him that you adore.

» For Lilia, that’s important. Because he knows he has a limited amount of time left, and that your time is limited, as well. For you to be so willing to dedicate that time to him— it’s quite beautiful.

» And with whatever time Lilia has left, he plans to do just the same.

» For you are the very embodiment of the future he hopes to live. And so long as that briar rose he confessed with remains bloomed, he knows that you feel the exact same.

�� fin.

[earths-roots-grow-up]

YOU HAD A SKYRIM AU?? As much as I love Fae!Eddie I love Skyrim too 😭 If your okay with it, could your share some hcs? Or art?? Love your work!

Ah, me too! :D Some games never get old ❤️

I had two posts about the AU, here and here. So not a lot of content.

I never really developed it much, sadly, I get easily distracted xD But I remember exploring Herma-Mora's labyrinth made out of books, and going 'OH GOD, EDWARD??". Because he would SO do that.

Later on, I kinda re-made that idea into fae!Edward's labyrinthine Library of Babylon, holding every book imaginable - including nonsense books. So it's figuratively and literally a maze. All thanks to Herma-Mora's confusing level that made me rage-quit at least three times bc I got turned around :D

The HCs I never published, was that Bruce - the hero of the story, a mortal who falls in love with a Daedric prince - takes the spot of Talos, as he becomes divine himself, the Hero God of Humanity because Batman is an immortal idea. Also, mortal/god romantic relations have this itsy bitsy issue, that the mortal dies at some point, leaving the god alone, and I'm a mushy piece of soggy biscuit and like happy endings. Also, before the ascension, the romance wasn't really a True Romance, I guess, since Daedric!Riddler wasn't capable of seeing Bruce as his equal, even when he bested him. It was always a game with an especially smart pet, and it could only become something real when their roles became equal.

Anyway, Daedric Riddler had a huge thing for puzzles, mazes and riddlers - of course - and ancient tomes that hold forbidden knowledge. The most courageous - foolish? ambitious? - of mortals would seek out the books, and his mazes, in hopes that he would bestow knowledge on them, and he sometimes did, if they proved themselves by solving his puzzles or riddles. If they failed, they would end up lost in his plane - The Maze - forever, slowly (or quickly...) going insane.

He didn't really have such a strong element of "deals with lope holes" and pacts, the way your God!Edward does, or mine fae!Riddler does, and he could - and often did! - lie. He did have Mora's obsession with Knowing Everything tho, since that was the main inspo. He also did toy with mortals a lot, and was capable of getting attached to the more clever ones the way one would get attached to a pet (well.. maybe a bit less so, bc people often see their pets as family. Maybe more like, specific ants from an ant colony you keep in your bedroom?).

I was going to put more Batman villains in the Daedric roles, and more DC heroes in there too, but I kinda stopped at Joker as Sheogorath and Catwoman as Nocturnal, tho now I think Scarecrow would fit there perfectly as Mepeoth. His plain in oblivion could be still called The Fields of Fear, but it's literally like a corn field :D Hehe.. it's a pun now! :D A scary pun.

Thank you so much for the ask and the kind words, I love yours too :D ❤️❤️❤️I so enjoyed reading about God!Edward bc well those types of ideas fit him so well and are so fun imo :D

[winterwriterstudios]

The Prince And The Frog (Malyuu ver.)

Pairing: Malleus x Yuu (From Twisted Wonderland)

Inspo: https://www.tumblr.com/bi-panicatthedisco‘s comment under https://www.tumblr.com/skyerooodraws/749572968954413056, Tiana’s frog form

Notes: Not a great writer. Not truly accurate to the game nor the manga nor the book. Yuu uses they/them pronouns. Also, Yuu takes inspiration from Tiana (I just imagine them with the accent). Plus, I did not proof read, so please pardon errors

Prompt: Malleus never was alone in the garden.

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Malleus absolutely hated when Lilia had to go on trips. It meant he would be all alone in the castle garden, playing with no one.

Today was no different. It was just him and his newly bought golden ball, gifted by Lilia before he left. No one, not even the gardeners were in the garden. Just him, alone.

He looked around for maybe any animal that would catch his interest, long enough to distract him, but alas, even the animals seemed to fear him as much as the fae.

No annoying chirping of the birds or the prominent wildlife that were allowed to stay in the gardens. Not even a grasshopper or ant was nearby.

Feeling utterly defeated, Malleus threw the ball as far as he could, not caring where it landed. He then fell to the ground, his eyes welled up with tears. He didn’t care enough to wipe them away, after all, no one was around to notice.

The weather seemed to act according to the poor prince’s emotions. The clouds got darker and suddenly started to merge with one another, chasing the sun away and casting a shadow on the whole castle.

The garden seemed darker, more hostile than it did before to the fae prince. The trees seem to bear wicked grins and the wind sounded like whispers, the same whispers that plagued the castle every day.

“Why won’t anyone play with me? I-I have done nothing wrong! I have been a good prince like-like in all the stories! All I want is a single friend! Please!”

His desperate cries remained unanswered, though. The wind only lived up its speed and droplets of water fell from the sky, matching the tears that spilled from his eyes.

It all seemed to come to a halt when the golden ball, now muddy, rolled to his knees and a small, caring voice said, “Well, if it’s a friend you want, then it’s a friend you’ll have!”

Malleus’ head immediately snapped up, in search of this voice.

“Down here!”

Lo and behold, the voice belonged to no other than a frog.

Malleus wiped his tears away, sniffling a bit. “R-Really? You will be my friend?” His voice was soft, not wanting to scare the friendly frog away.

“’Course I will! My mama always said that I should be making more friends, anyway! I’m Yuu! And you are?” The frog comically held out its hand, still beaming at the young fae.

As the clouds faded away, Malleus smiled, giving the frog a gentle handshake. “I am Malleus. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Yuu!”

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From that day on, Malleus and his frog friend were inseparable. They’d play together, take long walks around the castle together and sometimes Yuu would dine with Malleus when no one else was around.

Even when Malleus was older, he never forgot Yuu. In fact, he just grew more attached to the frog.

“Yuu! Yuu! I brought you grapes! The red, seedless ones! And I brought a lot of berries, too!”

It was a very queer sight to see the noble prince of Briar Valley carrying a basket while yelling out to the garden.

It was an even funnier sight to see a frog suddenly jump on him and land on his hair, right in between his horns.

“Good afternoon, dear! Are you doing as great as you are looking?”

The melodic laughter of Malleus made Yuu smile even more. Jumping off his hair and back into the grass, they laughed along with him.

“I am doing wonderfully, now that you are here, Yuu. You know I always love the time we spend together,” he replied, sitting on the grass, in front of the frog.

Yuu croaked, before their tongue extended, landing on a grape in the basket and bringing it back into their mouth. They hummed, satisfied as they moved closer to the basket.

“Me too! It’s kinda lonely when you’re not around! I mean, the other frogs are great, and the tadpoles are just adorable, but nothing beats hanging out with you!” Their smile was unwavering as they helped themselves to more grapes in the basket.

Those words warmed Malleus’ heart more than it should. It was always nice knowing that his best friend loved him as much as he loved them.

The conversation continued, thought it was mostly just Malleus ranting about his day while Yuu listened and gave him helpful tips and advice. Both enjoyed hearing the other’s voice and just being in the other’s presence.

Soon, the basket was empty and the afternoon came to an end as the sun started to set.

“Well, that’s sad! The sun’s coming down!” Yuu pointed own, a frown on their face.

Malleus nodded, disheartened. He didn’t know why days with Yuu always seemed too short to be actual days. If only Yuu could spend the nights with him, as well.

Wait.

“Yuu? Would you like to stay the night in the castle?”

“Ooh! Like a sleepover?”

“A what?”

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“And that’s why I NEVER eat flies!”

Malleus wiped away the tears at the corner of his eyes, his large grin basically lightning up the dimly lighted room. Yuu was sitting in front of him, on a pinecone on top of his king-sized bed.

Pinecones were tangled up in Malleus’s lovely dark hair, acting as makeshift curls, due to Yuu’s insistence (though, they did not need to beg much, as Malleus was willing to do anything to make their first ‘sleepover’ memorable) and his smile took up half of his face as he intently stared at his best friend.

“You do have a lot of interesting stories, Yuu,” he spoke, “I assume you have adventures everyday in the garden, when I’m not around.” Malleus brushed off his comment as a joke, even though he was a bit saddened by this realization.

Sometimes, he’d debate permanently turning himself into a frog so that he could have more adventures with Yuu and their friends, but then he’d remember his family and Lilia and would decide against it. But that did not stop him from daydreaming.

“Aww! Don’t feel left out, Mal’! I tell the boys back at the pond about ALL the things we do, and they are always super jealous!” Yuu tried to cheer him up, instantly catching on to his change in demeanor.

Malleus perked up at that, seeming pleased, until he remembered something, “I hope your stories aren’t the more embarrassing ones that you so fondly remember, though.”

Yuu, feeling nervous, suddenly croaked. “Uh…would ya look at the tone! You,” they pointed at Malleus with an innocent smile, “should be heading to bed to rest that pretty little head of yours!”

Understanding that his reputation to the garden creatures is probably already ruined beyond repair, Malleus simply nodded. “Where will you sleep?” He asked, curiously. Malleus didn’t exactly have a bed fit for a frog in his room, nor did he know how Yuu liked sleeping.

“Oh, I could sleep on a drawer! Wouldn’t want you to deal with a frog on your bed!” Yuu said, hopping towards the drawer that was next to Malleus’ bed.

Malleus was able to catch them, before they landed on the drawer, though. “I wouldn’t be dealing with any frog on my bed. It would be you, my beastie.”

The sincerity of his words made Yuu’s heart warm, and they wished they were finally a fae, once more, so they could give Malleus a big hug, but all they could was laugh. The curse was still as strong as ever, and they couldn’t even dream of breaking it. Or burdening Malleus with that knowledge.

“Whatever you say, Mal-Mal,” Yuu smiled, sadly at him, taking in Malleus in all his pinecone haired glory, “Whatever you say…”

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Yuu yawned, opening their eyes to meet Malleus’ still sleeping ones. They got off the bed and groggily made their way to the window to open it, since they felt that the place was a bit stuffy.

Then, they tripped over their own two feet. They hissed in pain, cursing as they struggled to help themselves up. “Since when was I this heavy?” They muttered, holding on to the edge of the bed as they stood tall.

Their curses soon turned q into silence as they noticed how ethereal Malleus looked while he slept, even with those ridiculous pine ones in his hair. Yuu chuckled, before wobbly making their way to the window, grabbing onto any piece of sturdy furniture they could.

Surprisingly, Malleus failed to wake up from the noise they were making, and continued to slumber away. Yuu was thankful for this, as they reached the window. They did not want to interrupt the prince’s sleep schedule after all.

“Huh?”

Everything seemed to slow down as they came face to face with their reflection on the window.

They brought a hand to their face, before immediately retracting it back after noticing that it was no longer green. The shock of the sudden shift in appearance made Yuu fall down, breathing heavily.

Yuu always imagined this moment, thinking about how they’d react. And in every possible scenario they made up in their head, they would laugh or cry with joy, thanking the great seven for everything.

But, no.

They don’t know why, but they screamed.

Incorrect Quotes

Lilia: I can’t wait to see your best friend, Malleus!

Yuu: Why, hello, handsome!

Lilia, highly amused: Is that a talking frog?

Silver: How did you and the young master meet?

Yuu: Oh, well, when we were younger, he threw a golden ball at me.

Sebek, telling Ace off: HOW DARE YOU RUIN THE NAME OF THE G—

Yuu, enters: Heya, Croco!

Sebek, hugging Ace: And that is why I cherish you, as a friend!

Leona, insultingly: You smell like a lake.

Yuu: Actually, it’s a pond!

Floyd: I’m going to call you, Frog-chan!

Yuu: Uncreative! Next!

Yuu, with Riddle: If being a teenage mom is a crime, then I’m innocent, this is my short friend.

Rook: I know what you are, Mademoiselle du lac.

Yuu: He’s going to say frog…

Rook: They’re definitely married to Roi des dragons.

Jamil: I swear to the great seven, that I’ll kill that octopus!!

Yuu: That’s not very bonvita of ya, Jam-Jam!

Idia: Alright, it’s been 6 months. Let’s see your progress.

Yuu, in front of a lot of laptops: I have made an entire mobile game which is so addictive that people CANNOT stop playing, it has risen to the top of the charts and become the most popular game on the internet. Next, I’m planning on invading Mars.

Idia: Good, good. Malleus?

Malleus, in front of an old computer, holding a rat: I finally located the mouse.

Idia: *unholy screaming

Rollo, exists:

Yuu, rofl: LOOK AT THE TOP OF HIS HEAD!!!!

[fandomsareforlife]

Hey fellow Shade enjoyer! Do you have anymore lore about him? Or headcanons? Or just random stuff you wanna share about him that you haven't gotten the chance to?

This escaped me so it's mostly world building but surrounding Shade, sorry. This is so stupid, but like here is the elaboration on the whole phantom! Shade thing, as well as the split personality headcanon. Thanks @purplecherryuwu for roleplaying with me lmao, that really helped me flesh this out a lot

Trigger warnings: Trauma and violence mentions, nothing in detail but yeah. I'll warn for more if need be. Also, slightly incoherent ramblings. I wrote this at midnight.

So in Ninjago there are a bunch of different types of fae (creatures who can manipulate magic and need it to survive). These include fairies, sirens, elves, giants, and phantoms.

They lived in communities with mages (what magic users are called), and they tend to have kids with mages if they have children with humans.

For this post, since it focuses on Shade, we're gonna focus on phantoms.

Phantoms are typically connected to death and violence, and phantoms are considered to be very good at fighting, due to having enhanced strength and senses. Considered to be very intelligent, especially in terms of strategy, almost like their brain is hardwired for it. However, in exchange for book smarts and battle prowess, they tend to be very volatile and resort to violence as the first move to a solution.

They are considered 'disturbing' to look at, due to having humanoid faces but they are cool colors such as blue and grey and covered in feathers with the bottom of their face elongated out similar to a beak, with it being hard like a beak.

They also are skeletal and covered in feathers, with massive elliptical wings that have feathers detached in order to be use as weapons, in tandem with their massive talons.

(If you wanna seea bit of the inspo, here is one. No real clue what it's from but you can check out the blog if you wanna. Also, the feathers being weapons comes from Hawks from My Hero Academia).

Anyway, they tend to have a lot of bird traits, like always being in motion (ex flying, hopping) and chirping and wanting to grab shiny things and hunt small things. They can't eat birds, cows or pigs, but they can eat fish, vegetables, small creatures, and other fae/humans, including dead phantoms.

They always have the whispers of Lady Magic in their head. Lady Magic is basically the First Spinjitzu Master for mages, and she gives people magic if they don't wanna be crazy from it (like Clouse is).

Phantoms are considered rare by those who don't have magic, but they just tend to be reclusive from non-mages since there was a bunch of hunts for mages (similar to the Salem Witch Trials I think) after the Serpentine Wars that wiped out a good portion of mages.

Anyway, Shade is part phantom, and he hides a lot of the traits on a day to day basis, especially when he isn't with people he knows very well. He can detach the feathers on his body and magic away his wings, and he always has gloves on and cuts his talons to the bone in order to hide them. And being pescetarian isn't that weird. So the only real trait that is always present is the grey skin and the instincts.

Which, whoo, they are not fun for Shade. He always want to grab shiny things (when he was younger he would grab people with a lot of jewelry since they were shiny to him). He never can sit still, always hungry and he likes to be high up. He also nests.

The worst part is actually his phantom. Basically, for a normal fae/human hybrid with 50% or more creature, they have a distinct voice in their head of their creature trying to encourage them to do things based on their instincts. Examples include for siren hybrids running away to live in the ocean or singing in order to hypnotize someone to escape, and fairy hybrids to fly around instead of walking and manipulate nature to their benefit. They tend to be very defensive and want the body safe at all costs.

This is because Lady Magic trying to be nice and giving them a bit of a step up in the world.

Normally the creature is only a voice in their head, and it doesn't have any real control over the body. It also doesn't tend to have much of a personality and tend to be a similar age to the human. If you read Harry Potter fic, it's like how Moony is portrayed in regards to Remus.

For Shade, and other hybrids who experienced trauma as a child that caused dissociate, however, their creature can take over the body. It's a defensive mechanism, in order to prevent the mind from breaking. This causes the creature to start to form a personality, and age oddly in comparison, since they aren't always present, unlike normal hybrids.

So for Shade, his phantom goes by either Phantom/Phoenix, depending on the au I write him in. Pronouns are he/it, but most people refer to it as he. He tends to be a few years younger than Shade, but I tend to write it more childlike if I call him Phoenix, since that meant he started to come out when Shade was a kid and therefore stopped aging normally as a kid. It is very protective over Shade, to the point of attacking anyone who tries to come close to him that he think he can fight and that Shade won't care if it killed.

(Also, shoutout to @purplecherryuwu for helping me come up with Phoenix as his name because before it was just Phantom)

However, it also is very traumatized, due to sometimes not being able to fight his way out of some situations, so it stayed out and experienced it all. When it's out, Shade doesn't know much, if anything, of what happens if Phoenix/Phantom doesn't tell him.

In some aus, Phantom/Phoenix starts to come out when Shade isn't dissociating, because Shade can give control to him if he wants to, but he doesn't like doing that since he likes to have control. In these aus, he does start learning more about the world and he starts to be less volatile and get help, as well become closer to Shade's age mentally.

Anyway, I have so many angst ideas relating to that whole headcanon you have no idea.

Also, to clarify, this is not applicable to every fic I write. Sometimes Phantom/Phoenix doesn't exist, sometimes Shade's a regular human, and sometimes the magic system works completely differently. This is just something I have spent a lot of time thinking about, and wanted to share!

I am aware this is probably not what you expected but like I wrote this all out and I'm not apologizing, so do with this what you will.

[mediocre-noodle]

OKAY! more characters in this lik series (ive dubbed it ‘something wicked this way comes’ which isnt very original imo but meh. it works)

i tried to be diverse making the OCs’ genders and sexualities instead of making them all aroace

note: sorry this took so long—mom came in around 7:30pm and gave me a talk about how im not prepared for real life and being on my own (yeah i know i get it hh) anyways here they are!!

the resistance

dallas but hes had his cameo. his title is “Striker” and also “Gladiolus”

Alibi - The Jester/“Zinnia”. all pronouns. trans/nonbinary/pangender. panromantic, asexual, pansexual. also AuDHD. very close to dallas— heavily implied to be in a qpr w dallas (theyre just REALLY close friends /gen. and dallas is also quoiromantic under the aromantic spectrum, which doesnt help)

Asmodae - The Sheild/“Cypress”. she/her, cis, lesbian, autism. shes inspired by astrid from HTTYD, with the take no shit vibes and the badass-ery and still being kind. (supposed to be more tan tbh)

Skip - “Clematis”. he/him, cis, bisexual. autistic. older brother figure of the group. not much developed on him.

Juno - The Dahlia/“Dahlia”. they/she/fae. genderfae, idk about romantic/sexual orientation. autistic, adhd, anxiety disorder. has either/both POTS or EDS. uses forearm crutches. also a hella good sniper. (hispanic— one parent is something similar to mexican?? except idk if mexico exists in this world? i havent decided the map yet)

The Family

AKA The Eyes, The Syzygy, The Keepers, etc. context will come in the ask specifically about them!!

dallas! (wow hes so special :0)

Aji (ahgee / ă-jē) - The Apogee. all pronouns. literally agender. panromantic asexual. AuDHD… again (i keep projecting ;-;).

it normally takes the form of a human teenager or child. xey are older than one could imagine, as they were created when the first world came to fruition.

- many actually have a betting pool on how old she is. none of them are winning.

- he is very parental tbh: “no. no, aji. we can’t take in another kid.” “BUT LOOOOKKKKK! THEY WERE ABANDONED AS A SACRIFICE TO THEIR MORTAL GODS— CMONNNNN PLEASEEEE *puppy dog eyes*” “ugh fineeeee”

seraphina! nicknamed sheriff by dallas. she/they. panromanic lesbian. dallas saved them from their universe and now theyre besties and also gossip buddies. shes also very traumatized as well! just not as detailed as dallas. (their backstory has a bit of the source material and inspo for dallas until i changed A LOT)

Mempis. they/she/he/it. agender + pansexual (realizing how common pan is in my ocs…) autism!! literally hot- so pretty oh my god /p

ive read this ask so many times how have i not answered it yet im so sorry dude 😭

anyways I LOVE THEIR DESIGNS!!!!! they all look so cool and chill!!!!!

[ovaryacted]

11, 16, 56 for your ask game 💜💜

Thank you for sending this to me Rose! I appreciate it a fuck ton lol. Also, hi, I hope you're doing well. <3 If anyone wants to send me any more numbers for this, here is the link to the get to know your fic writer post!

11. Link your three favorite fics right now

That's so hard but fine here damn! - World Class Sinner by @kennedyswhore (fae is so cray cray but I luv them) - Hold My Calls by @dollfacefantasy (one of my favs on here) - For You, I Would by javiscigarette (I like Joel Miller leave me alone!)

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

Okay so...I may or may not be crazy for this but in my notes app I have a solid 25-28 fic ideas cooking, all of them outlined with their themes, pairings, and main song inspos already selected. Most of them are one-shot pieces, a few of them are multi-part series that I aim to do a little bit further into the year (November/December so long as I don't burn out). Yes, I am loca, but maybe this is what happens when your brain rot is so severe you're to the point of insanity (real). As for sharing them, I usually don't like sharing my ideas (I'm paranoid as fuck okay), BUT I will say I am planning on writing for Vendetta Leon for Week 5 of my Kinktober as a bonus piece, and it has more dark/twisted themes so yippee! :)

56. What's something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

Good question because I really haven't thought of an answer for this. But I suppose I am glad that I am developing my writing style and I can start to recognize it more as I keep writing. It took a while to figure out how I like to write things, but now I can recognize my own work based on certain word combinations, pacing themes, phrases, etc. I think that's cool. Also, when it comes to dialogue, I take pride in the dirty talking I think of in smut and it's one of my favorite things to do (I'll do a lot more of that with my next kinktober piece ahaha).

[niamhthefae]

fantasy languages

hello there! are you a writer? or a dnd weirdo? do you want to create a weird fantasy language for fun? then that's why I'm here

so I'm going to take you step by step,through how I make mine using my main language for the world Rokhbhn (ro-weird throat noise-vun)

so, the first thing you need to do is work out phonics. are there certain letters that don't exist? double letters? is there anything you want to steal from other languages? for me this is the language that the fae type being's speak,so I wanted to take alot of things from the celtic language families,mostly Irish as I have the most experience with that. so I stole the double letters bh (V) and dh (W) as well as the Welsh LL. I also got rid of the letter w and q. w is represented with VV which almost looks like an uppercase W but not quite. I also made an original letter written as KH which is a little hard to explain,but think of a cat or a vampire hissing? it's a bit like that. very in your throat.

now you have an alphabet,you need to figure out if you're gonna go for the standard A B C D latin alphabet or some kind of custom lettering system. i really wanted my own lettering style, but alas,i am lazy as shit. if its just for a dnd campaign or for funsies then using someone elses for inspo or as your actual alphabet is ok as long as you mention who it actually belongs to. for a book people kight get anbit upset though. if not,you can search for fantasy alphabet on pinterest and get inspiration while you make your own. for this i decided i would use the elven alphabet (i think from the dnd manual? that was the credit on pinterest) :

now if you have double or custom letters,you can either think of more symbols or double them up. I made my own

now,you can get to actually making words.

one or two last things though! do you want masculine/feminine/neutral words? do you want formal and informal? and will you have tenses?

now you can make your words

heres a list of the basics that I started with

hello

hello (formal)

bye

bye (formal)

yes

no

I

she

he

they

your/you're (ive made them the same word here)

their/there/they're (again,same word)

you

me

please

thank you

help (trust me,you will need this)

add a couple swears,the characters with this as their native language who speak common most of the time with the group will use these a lot. they don't necessarily need to be translations of swears,but you can do that. I have a few unique curses and swears and things.

mum

dad

sister

brother (for the family trauma moments)

these are the basic ones I came up with first,then you can move onto more specific things,maybe "god" or "moon" or "chicken" are important words that you need for something. go ham,just make mouth noises until something sounds like it could be a word, and make up the phonics as you go

have fun! maybe I'll share some words and things from the one or two I've come up with in the future?

now go forth and make up silly little languages :)

[perpetual-canon]

Perpetual Canon

summary: This is as grand as it gets - Ace landed the gig with Gorillaz, and it's a chance of a lifetime for him. It is as clear as day - Murdoc landed himself in prison, and it's a chance for everyone to move on.

There's nothing more to it. Right?

Or: How to make sense of life when all its stories are sung at the same time?

Or all of them were part of the same song all along?

about the story: This is an AU where most of the Gorillaz insane lore is alt-reality storyline they come up for the fans & publicity stunts. The reality behind the lore is somewhat similar but not always as epic.

The timeline is a bit more sensible - in 2017-2019 (phase 5) when the story is taking place, it's been about 13 years since D day.

The story is full of creepy supernatural lore and fae laws and, no joke, is nearly 50% flashbacks.

Expect the feels, the funny, and the drama.

Ace has his ice powers, but with a twist. Same for some other characters.

Aaand, big spoilers, this is an AU where Ace is Murdocs son! But no one knows about it yet :D

This silly little idea is one of the main reasons the story exists, and so we share it in advance because we can.

Ages at the start of chapter 1: Stuart - 32,5 Russell - 31 Murdoc - 38 Noodle - almost 23 Ace - almost 22 Snake - 21,5 Big Billy - 19 Grubber - 20 Lil Arturo - almost 16

Damon Albarn & Jamie Hewlett - 40

pairings: 2doc, 2ace (one-sided), (past) Russell/Dell. This is not as dramatic as it sounds, promise :'D

pairings (that are slow burn and SPOILERS): Snake/Ace, Russell/Ace, Russell/Snake, Snake/Russell/Ace. This is the hill we built and are going to burn on, you guys are welcome to join :'DD

warnings: There will be warnings for each chapter/parts of chapters, when needed.

generally there may be: drug abuse, mentions/discussions of child abuse, discussions of trauma, suicidal ideation, unhealthy coping mechanisms.

about the format: There will be comics, short stories, text with illustrations, shitposts, basically anything that'll work for each piece. Updates will not be regular after chapter 1, but we are very much set to finish this project!

tags guide: PC!story - for the story bits PC!art - for the additional art PC!not in text but in spirit - for shitposts and inspo stuff PC!spoilers - idk, may need this one

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You may recognise the comics from couple years back, and yeah, this is doublebassstory (now with a proper name! that is also a pun, yes :'D).

The hiatus and real life got us, but the story didn't let go, it's too fun, and totally doesn't hold us at gunpoint (: So we're back at it, and the goal is to get this whole thing out, and have some fun along the way (':

Most of the story is already planned out - plot, chapters, episodes and all (g-d help us).

The links to read Perpetual Canon, and the chapter plans can all be found HERE.

Feel free to hit us with any questions you may have.

[infintasmal]

@goresugars asked: wand of blossoms. sender grows flowers in the receiver's hair. - Saeda for Ja'far Royalty & magic inspo / Accepting

It's not often that Ja'far removes his keffiyeh outside of his private quarters. It was an important part of his uniform, not just because of the golden emblem but also the sun cover it provides. He likes to stay formal. Even here, in Saeda's garden.

Their conversations are a nice break from the occasional chaos of the palace and he's gotten to know the fae better. He's still curious to learn more about him, a being only told about in stories, previously unknown. He's a pleasant conversationalist, tolerant of Ja'far's questions.

And the freshly brewed tea he serves is an added bonus.

Today though, he asked Ja'far to remove his keffiyeh, wanting to see his hair. At first, Ja'far had hesitated out of some sense of modesty. But he obliged, running his fingers through his hair, curious about the request. There was a strange warmth that spread across his scalp and admittedly, he tensed a bit, out of habit.

When he reached up to inspect, he felt the soft velvet of petals, blossoms spread through his hair. A flush spread to his ears.

"Ah, your abilities continue to amaze," he laughs quietly.

[ofmythsandfablesaa]

Gwynne O’Briain

BACKGROUND ON GWYNNE’S FAERIE TYPE

Prevalent in ancient Celtic mythology is the Tuatha dè Danann (pronounced Too-a Day Dah-nuhn), which means People of the Goddess Danu, and they are believed to be her children. They are believed to have magically materialized from a cloud of mist from across the northern sea. They are a subcategory of Trooping Faes.

The Tuatha dè Danann were immortal and known for their magical abilities, as well as their power, charm, elegance, and cleverness. They were believed to have ruled Ireland four thousand years ago.

They’re described as beautiful and graceful, often have pale or golden skin, and some believe they have Greek origins.

They withdrew to the Otherworld underground beneath the Sidhe (pronounced shee) mounds when they were invaded and overpowered by the Milesians. Scholars believe the Milesians were most likely the first Gaels in Ireland and ancestors of the modern Irish.

It is thought they continue to practice their magic in the Otherworld. Their courts, towns, culture, and festivities have all been preserved. Humans might venture too far into this Otherworld if they found the secret entrance.

SYNOPSIS

( In collaboration with the magnificent @wonderhevrts ❤️ )

Gwynne, youngest daughter of Rian and Aurina O’Briain ( the monarchs of Braiwyth, a kingdom within the Otherworld ) and youngest sister to Elsie ( their father’s successor ), is a handful. A bright light within the kingdom, always smiling and kind and the life of every single feast and party, but finding herself rebelling outside of her parents’ orders to stay within their kingdom’s walls. Though she is often reprimanded for it, the young princess cannot help but want to explore more of what her world, and other worlds, have to offer.

One evening, under the cover of darkness, Gwynne slips out of her home and finds herself going through the portal leading to the human realm. It is here that she falls in love with human life and the bustle of it all, and decides to stay. Here, she discreetly learns about human behavior, how they communicate, how they get to and from places, what they indulge themselves in and so on. Gwynne is excited about this new way of life and wants to partake in it, that is, until her sister finds her a week later and is insisting she come home. 

After pleading with her to stay, Elsie then goes to meet with their father. She convinces him that they both wish to stay to study the humans and better understand them instead of fearing them and though he was a bit reluctant, he conceded. It’s now been a few years since then, and Gwynne and Elsie are enjoying what the human world has to offer them.

VERSES

Hello Humans! - Main Verse ( 1000+ years old ; time could vary within how long she’s in the human realm, usually between 2-5 years )

Gwynne lives in her own apartment, enjoying her time in the human world and continuoiusly learning their ways. Oh, and she has an O.nlyF.ans account to earn money. 

Rebellious Princess - Otherworld Verse

Gwynne is still at home in Braiwyth, wreaking havoc within the kingdom and making up her own kinds of fun, much to her parents and sister’s dismay.

Archfey - W.itcher Verse ( I’m taking inspo from a fanon page mixed with my own ideas since I don’t like all that the fanon page states )

Gwynne is an Archfey ( Seelie ) living among humans and other supernaturals in The Continent. Archfey are highly powerful creatures that even surpass higher vampires and rival the likes of Gaunter O’Dimm ( W.itcher 3 character - please read about him if you’re unfamiliar with him ). She lives within a community of Archfeys, having settled there over thousands of years prior, and is recognized by the ruler of Toussaint and regarded with respect and have become trading partners. The people of Toussaint don’t bother them, and vice versa. Gwynne lives in her large cottage near the banks of a river in a forest that separates Toussaint and their domain ( name of said domain remains unknown atm ). 

--- ABILITIES INCLUDE ( not including the blessings magic in the fanon page ):

Flight: With the use of wings that are normally hidden beneath her skin when among humans, she is able to fly anywhere with advanced speed.

Curse Magic: If an Archfey is taught to and inclined they can use magic relating to curses.

Illusionary Magic: An Archfey can perform the most common tricks or the most powerful illusionary spells. They can perform vanishing acts, pull dozens of scarfs out of their mouths, or even create conjuring spells from various bizarre spells.

Nature Magic: An Archfey can use magic to cast spells that draw upon the physical forces of the natural world. They can create/control elemental creatures, cast spells and harness natures magical energies.

Polymorphy: An Archfey can change their shape, size, color, density, texture, cellular composition, and/or atomic composition to mimic qualities, impersonate entities, amplify abilities, and/or traverse environments.

Transmutation Magic: An Archfey can utilize a form of magic based on and/or take control of transmutation of living or non-living things, ranging from simple changes and modifications to more complex and powerful transformations, allowing for harnessing their magical energies and/or mystical control the aspects of a verity of forms.

Wish Granting: An Archfey has the ability to make wishes, whether their own or those of other individuals, come true.

ABILITIES ( pertaining to her main and otherworld verses )

Glamour --- Giving off an illusion to fend off enemies, such as changing appearance or creating things to appear. 

Flying --- Traveling by flight, using the air around her

Telepathy --- Being able to communicate via the mind

Teleportation --- Being able to travel anywhere, including other realms and universes

Language --- They are able to speak any language just by hearing it once. 

Magic --- Casting spells and brewing special potions 

Elemental Magic --- Using the elements around them when casting magic

Dark Magic --- Magic that is forbidden and yet she of course found out how to use it

Please note that the magic Gwynne and her sister Elsie conjure are incredibly powerful. They are high fae beings, having elder blood in their veins that enhance their powers infinitely more than other fae. If they really wanted to, they could snap someone in half, whether human or supernatural, without blinking or exerting much effort in their magic wielding. As friendly and loving and fun as they can be, they are not to be trifled with.

[vivianquill]

Hope you don't mind me yoinking this for a bit of inspo, but--

One could say that the fae named Tango (of the Tek variety) was too curious for his own good. Most of his swarm on the other side of the faerie circle would roll their eyes and ask him if he was doing anything useful over in the human world, or if he was just-- wasting time.

But if you asked Tango, he absolutely was doing super important things! For one thing, the only way he could get human names was by being in the human world. And, for another, the super amazing gizmos and gadgetificators that the humans made never worked the same way once Tango took them back through the faerie circle. It's like the insides scramblificated!

So he simply had to be in the human world a lot to figure out how they all worked.

Tango was careful about it too! He never let the humans see him, therefore they didn't know he was there. Just because he hadn't managed to get any of their names didn't mean he was wasting time. It wasn't his fault. Nope. Not at all.

On this particular trip to the human's workshop, though, there was something new. The human contraptions always had a little bit of a red glow to them, but this was something else!

Tango landed on top of the light, tapping his fingers against the glass in an attempt to see what was inside it. If only he could make lights like this at home! It was so bright, and needed no magic--

Unless the humans had magic.

Was this magic? Tango took a deep breath, tapping an antennae against the human light. Nope, no taste of magic here.

Then-- what was it?

He was too busy tapping at the light, trying to find a way into it, to notice what sort of spiderweb he had fluttered right into. Not until it was too late and--

Snick! went the trap and Tango found himself scrunched in a cage of iron. He jumped, smacking into the top in surprise.

"Hah! Yes!" The human the workshop belonged to jumped out from his hiding place in celebration. "I told Impulse there was something breaking my redstone! and now I've caught you to prove it!"

Tango threw himself at the bars, trying to find any gaps in the iron big enough for him to squeeze out of. Nope, this couldn't be happening-- He was going to wake up back in his own workshop with ash in his hair and ink on his face. Any moment now. Any-- any moment--

"Gahhh--!" Tango yelped as the human's face appeared right there, falling backwards onto the light that acted as the bottom of the cage.

"You're like an oversized moth." The human's head tilted, a relieved laugh coating his voice, "No wonder the light worked so well."

If you are still up for fanon swap stuff, maybe a moth Tango..? :o

ty ^^`

the image was so clear in my brain

[happi-tree]

Blorbos on the brain,,, in my mind,,, let them out!

[hanchette]

𝐁𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 : ( twisted wonderland characters )

a/n : hit the bar and got inspo right after, that cocktail that the bartender recommended was so lit oml — also, will be out for a week, i have work.

consist of : fluff, gender neutral reader, established relationship — nicknames

𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑, a baker he is. addresses you multiple sugary names. ranging from the common "sweetie" to "cupcake" or even "sweetcake." though of course, there are instances where trey just blurts out what he has in mind—actually, the nickname is already in his head, he's just a bit hesitant to say since it's a bit.. erm, "too endearing"? for the lack of better word. trey wakes up, the sun is filtered through the windows. feeling a small shift beside him, the man looks over to you trying your best to lift your lids up. a sigh through his nose and trey shifts on his side to face you, the back of his hand brushing your stray lock and cheek, “good moring, honey.” he breathes. trey brightens at the light smile that broke past your lips. once again settling in the comfort of your bed, tugging you towards him.

𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃, i can just see him just popping up with the most heartstring tugging nicknames out there, cater usually settle with the beauty relating nicknames. from flirtatious ones like "sexy" to soft moments of "pretty". honestly, i can see it being a win-win since he prefers those nicknames and you, receiving a boost of self esteem. cater runs up to you to lace his fingers with yours, “heyya dollface! where are you headed off to without your lovable boyfie?” cater flutters his eyelashes in a teasing tone, grinning when he sees you playfully roll your eyes at him. “do you mind if i join you?” it rolls off like that until the two of you ended inside a boutique with cater picking out fashionable up-to-date outfits for you. “this will look good on you, gorgeous. you should try it, yeah? oh! we should get a couple shirt too-!”

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑, herbivore is the common nickname you'd hear from this beastman at most. but being his partner grants you access to a few others. leona groans from his spot as he watch you do your work on the coffee table. his tail flicking back and worth like a ticking clock. “hey.” he calls. leona frowns upon the no reaction from you, “hey, y/n.” again, left with silence. leona sat upright, his muscles flexing on the bed before lazily walking to your figure. blowing to your ear as you squeal in shock. “my partner has been ignoring me for the whole time they've been in here. aren't you supposed to focus solely on me? hm?” leona presses, his fingers reaching over to your face to pinch your cheeks. “isn't that right, my wife/husband/spouse?” next thing you know, leona already has you under his arms and your back on your bed. ( married or not, i can see him doing this stunt. many thanks for the 'spouse' suggestion! )

𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀, has something in common with his nicknames, it has correlation to the classics, which isn't a surprise. "dearest" and "love" are the biggest in his list. i think what's addictive in his nicknames is that it always makes one feels at ease simply because of the domestic vibe it has. malleus cups your cheeks to look at him, amusement dancing in his eyes at your confused look. the fae kisses your nose lightly, featherlight touch that it was barely there. “you look so adorable right now, sweetheart.” another kiss, but now on your forehead, “truly.” malleus murmurs before diving in to peck you, now truly entertained when his eyes settle on your look that he recognized, one that is impatient for his "true love kiss" as he calls it. “hm? my angel is a bit impatient.” the dragon lightly chuckles, “very well. you shall receive it then.” and thus, he leans.