#crazy that they're ALL about az

[velarisdusk]

BASS PLAYER AZ❗BASS PLAYER AZ❗BASS PLAYER AZ❗

[wordsmeetwbb]

Not Just Friends

Word count: 1.8k

Content: fluff

Pairing: Pazzi

Notes: I needed a break from writing smut so here's a little something about Paige and Azzi figuring out they're gay! Obviously we don't know how this happened (if it happened, but let's be honest. they play women's basketball. the odds are high.), but this is just my take on how I think those realizations would have gone. Enjoy, and as always, let me know what you think!

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Paige was 16 when she realized that what she felt for Azzi was more than just friendship. It was August, just over a year after they had met during USA basketball. They had settled into a routine over the summer. Although they were separated by half the country, they were closer than ever.

Every evening around eight o’clock, Paige Facetimed Azzi. More often than not, Azzi picked up on the first ring and they stayed on the call until one of them (Azzi) fell asleep. Paige missed Azzi with every fiber of her being, but she knew she was lucky to talk to Azzi as much as she did. She felt lucky that Azzi wanted to talk to her as much as she did.

On one of those Facetime calls, late into the night, Paige was yapping to Azzi while the brunette struggled to keep her eyes open. Really, it wasn’t Azzi’s fault. It was nearly two in the morning and Paige hadn’t stopped talking since midnight. She had tried to annoy Azzi into staying awake for a while, but then she felt bad and let the tired girl drift off, content to provide background noise with the endless amount of stories she wanted to tell Azzi.

“And then she like, she just fuckin’ chopped it! All of it! Like a foot of hair, Az. And I was like, ‘That’s crazy,’ and she was like ‘Not all of us have emotional attachments to our hair, Paige,’ but that’s not fair. I’m not emotionally attached, I’m just picky about my gameday hair, y’know?” Paige rambled to a mostly unconscious Azzi.

“Mhm,” Azzi mumbled. Through the screen, Paige could see the way the younger girl was nestled into the pile of blankets on her bed, clutching a unicorn stuffed animal. She smiled softly.

“Anyway, she tried to tell me I should cut my hair. And obviously, I said no, because how am I gonna do gameday braids with a fucking pixie cut, right? But she just wouldn’t let up so-” Paige cut herself off when she saw Azzi’s face relax. If she really thought about it, the reason she talked so much on these calls was because she knew Azzi fell asleep easier with background noise. And if she was extra motivated by the way the younger girl looked so peaceful in her sleep, well, that was her business and no one else’s.

Paige’s eyes traced every curve, line, and crease of Azzi’s face. Her skin glowed even in the dim room, the color darker than usual from the time she’d spent in the summer sun. Paige was confident that if she had any artistic ability whatsoever she’d be able to draw Azzi perfectly from memory. The way her eyelashes rested on her cheeks with her eyes closed, the light pink tint to her nose from a little too much time outside, the curve of her plump lips- Paige had it all memorized.

Paige hated ruining these soft moments where she just got to look at Azzi without the younger girl complaining about it, but as her eyes wandered around her face a thought popped into her head.

I’ve never looked at a guy like this. Paige paused, gaze stuck on Azzi’s perfectly curved eyebrows. What an odd thing to notice. A second thought. Paige wasn’t used to thinking during these Facetimes. She didn’t think she liked it, but the ideas seemed to have opened some kind of floodgates. More observations came pouring into her subconscious.

Her lips look so soft. I wonder what they feel like. Her eyes are such a pretty shade of brown, I wish I could see them right now. I’ve never felt like this about a friend.

Paige took a deep breath, startled by her train of thought. None of the thoughts surprised her. That was the whole problem. Azzi’s eyes were pretty, and her lips did look soft, and Paige did wonder what they felt like. She just hadn’t realized she thought any of those things.

Paige thought back to a few weeks ago when one of the girls on her team had been talking about her crush on some guy in the grade above them. The things her teammate had said about that guy had sounded a lot like everything Paige was thinking about Azzi.

Oh, Paige thought. I like Azzi.

It wasn’t anything revolutionary. Paige was pretty sure she had always liked Azzi. She just hadn’t known it. It wasn’t until nearly a year later when she and Azzi finally confessed their feelings to each other that Paige thought about what liking Azzi meant for herself.

“You never came out to me!” Azzi had exclaimed. Paige had frozen, staring at Azzi and really, truly not understanding.

“Come out to you?” she repeated. Azzi nodded, eyebrows drawing together.

“Yeah, like, are you bi? Lesbian? I came out to you months ago and I’ve been thinking you’re straight since we met, P,” she explained, looking at Paige like this was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Oh,” Paige said dumbly. Azzi just stared at her. “Uh, I guess I didn’t really think about it. Like, the whole not being straight thing. I just know I like you,” Paige shrugged. Azzi had blushed, the color intoxicating on her skin.

“You’re an idiot,” she said, pushing Paige’s shoulder gently. Paige just grinned.

“As long as I can be your idiot.”

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Azzi learned she was gay at three in the morning on a Thursday when she was 16. It had, in a very cliche fashion, been a dream that sparked the realization.

She had woken up, breathing hard, the blankets feeling far too hot, with memories of soft lips on hers taking up far too much space in her mind. She threw the blankets off, sitting straight up in bed, and had a full-blown gay panic.

The longer she sat there, the more pieces of the dream came back to her. At first, it was just gentle lips on her own, and then soft blonde hair running through her fingers, and then it progressed to memories of warm pale skin under her hands. Azzi squeezed her eyes shut.

“Shut up, shut up, shut up,” she demanded to her brain. The clock was creeping closer to four in the morning, she had to be up for school in two hours, and she was being terrorized by completely non-platonic thoughts of her best friend. Azzi flopped face-down onto her bed and let out a scream into her pillow, realizing too late that the rest of her household was still sleeping and might have heard it.

Feeling frustratingly awake and completely insane, Azzi grabbed her phone off her nightstand and navigated into a new Google tab. “What does a dream about kissing someone mean?” she searched first. The results were straightforward, bluntly informing Azzi that dreams of kissing someone usually meant that you had romantic feelings for that person. That brought up new questions.

“How to know if I like girls?” was her next search. It was a ridiculous idea to Azzi. She had had crushes on boys before. Hell, she’d dated a boy in middle school, and as much as that wasn’t a real relationship, it definitely proved that she liked guys. So why the hell was she having a dream about kissing her best friend who was a girl? It didn’t make any sense.

“Why do I want to kiss a girl if I like guys?” Azzi tried, hoping that somebody on Reddit had the same problem as she did. Shockingly, there was a result. That’s how Azzi Fudd learned about bisexuality, and suddenly things made a lot more sense.

She tried to bring it up to Paige on their nightly Facetime that day, but Paige was being frustratingly dense.

“Hey, Paige? Have you ever thought about, like, dating somebody?” Azzi started. Paige startled, looking incredibly uncomfortable.

“Uh, yeah. But not like, for real. Don’t really wanna date people because like, ew, right? Anyway, I was thinking that next year-” Azzi, feeling disproportionately upset, ended the call. Mere seconds later, her phone was ringing with another Facetime from Paige. She let it ring for a while, wanting Paige to know that she hung up on purpose. Finally, she clicked to accept the call.

“What the hell, Az? I was telling you a story,” Paige complained. Azzi glared at her.

“And I was trying to tell you something, too.” Paige looked confused.

“But you asked me a question.”

“Yeah. Have you ever heard of a leading question, dumbass? I was using it as an intro to something,” Azzi grumbled. Paige had the decency to look at least a little bit sorry.

“That’s my bad, Az. It was just kind of a weird topic. Sorry, you can tell me whatever you were going to. I won’t even interrupt this time,” Paige apologized. Azzi swallowed, losing her nerve now that the moment had been drawn out so much.

“I just… uh. I wanted to tell you that I learned about something,” she said, mouth unbearably dry. Paige nodded, prompting her to go on. “You know that people can like guys and girls?” Azzi blurted out. Paige’s eyebrows shot up, surprise coloring her face, but she nodded slowly. Azzi could feel her hands shaking. She knew Paige was religious, but she was suddenly considering that this could end negatively. She didn’t give herself time to consider that outcome.

“I’m bisexual,” Azzi said quickly. She felt like her heart might beat right out of her chest. Paige looked at her for a moment, studying her through the phone. Azzi shifted uncomfortably. “Can you say something?” She asked, tone unsure. Paige cleared her throat, expression softening. Azzi felt her body relax immediately, just from noticing the change in Paige’s body language.

“You know I’m proud of you for telling me, right?” Paige asked. Azzi blinked. That was not the response she was expecting.

“You’re… proud of me?” she repeated. Paige nodded, the movement jerky through the screen. A smile spread across Azzi’s face.

“Thanks, Paige.” Paige just nodded again, a small smile on her face now.

So, from the time Azzi had the dream of kissing Paige (the first of many) to the time she came out to the blonde, her gay crisis lasted about 16 hours. When she thought about it later, years down the road, she thought it made complete sense. Azzi overthought every single thing in her life except Paige. Realizing she was bisexual was easy because it was Paige. The girl who talked her ear off on calls every night, who sent her iMessage games at ungodly hours, who always knew how to comfort her. Just Paige. Liking Paige made perfect sense.

[inbabylontheywept]

Hey, so for context it's 3:45 AM where I am, and I'm stark awake at this hour because I had to take a nap yesterday due to eating a meal I really shouldn't have that is still wreacking havoc on my intestines. I'm definitely going to regret sending this ask HARD once the sun comes up, but I've been doing a lot of unadvisable shit on the internet over the past 3 days so why not add this to the pile.

I'm kind of having a weird emotional thing right now over your last post because it's just too ridiculous to be true, and I'm realizing the majority of your blog is probably all creative writing not intended to be taken seriously, but I've believed everything you've claimed to be a true story up until this point? And now I'm faced with either being a gullible fool, or an asshole for saying this if it IS all true, and I have to ask or I'll never know? I shouldn't be letting this get to me but it is.

So please, I ask sincerely and with no intention of being a jackass, are your life stories actually all true, or are they supposed to come across as obviously exaggerated or wholly fictional? I'm sure I could piece it together if I lay in bed and thought about it for an hour or two, but I think I'll just take the L and ask outright because fuck it.

But THEN if it truly is just a creative writing blog, would you keep the bit going and claim it's all real when it's not? Like, do you see why I'm going crazy? I am a very gullible, easily lied to person and that has lead me to be on high alert, but I almost always jump at the wrong things and come across as a distrustful asshole, so?? Will you assume this ask itself is LARP because of all the specific details I tacked on, which are intended to garner a sense of sincerity? I'm realizing I may have been playing checkers with someone playing chess all this time and I'm wigging out man

So, I'll start with the small stuff first:

The camp was in Prescott, AZ, in the mountains, over labor day weekend which is in late fall. I don't know the actual temperatures as numbers, but the people at the camp spent more time being cold than hot. The camp organizers also did bring a ludicrous amount of the pink sauce. I don't think the campsite itself was ever intended to provide potable water, just utility water for the showers and dishes and other non-for-direct-consumption tasks. So in that area, the camp people overprepared because Arizonans don't fuck around with dehydration.

I'm also pretty sure they had some water available, they were just very careful with it. I think there were a few diabetic kids, and they were making sure they wouldn't have to subsist on the weird gatorade like everyone else. Maybe. I don't honestly know.

But that's one story, and the thing that you're really asking is, are all these stories fake? Is it all just creative writing? And the answer to that is a soft no.

As a writer, I'm pretty strongly influenced by Patrick McManus. A lot of my stories are told in the American Tall Tale style - which is exaggerated, and dramaticized, but tells a story that is true nonetheless. I am going to keep the specifics of the exaggeration and dramatization between myself and God, but I would look at my stories and say that they're each more than 80% true. I hope that relieves some of your stress.

I wouldn't call what I do creative writing exercises. But I also wouldn't encourage you to take them 100% seriously. Both because I talk a big game, and because they are, at the end of the day, just funny stories. I certainly wouldn't want you to lose any more sleep over them.

You aren't a jackass for expressing incredulity. It's part of my style, and I welcome it. I also wouldn't call you a gullible fool for believing things in the past. We're good, you and I, and I've enjoyed having you as a reader. I hope you keep reading. Just, maybe not at 3:45 AM. Take care of yourself, Babylon

[azrielslightintheshadows]

Heyoo! Can i request az x reader where they're mates and vowed to each other that till death do them apart. But az started questioning if he would die for his mate ever since elain came into picture, bcos of the 3 brothers for 3 sisters thing. And reader sort of found out about az's feelings and wanted time off from each other. Then all of a sudden war broke out in the court and everything was crazy. Reader went out to look for az making sure he is safe when she saw an arrow shot towards him and reader took the hit for az. And az started to regret his doubt in thie relationship and begging for his mate's forgiveness. Major angst pls and the ending is up to you! Thank you and have a great day 💖

Scattered Vows.

Azriel x f!Reader

Warnings; way too much angst, mentions of death and battle. Mental illness.

Masterlist.

Part 2

Uhm my heart broke. I think you will need a tissue box.

You watched the door of your bedroom for what felt like hours. A sigh escaped your lips, and you pressed your head on your mate’s pillow, his scent so faint like he hadn’t slept in your bed for weeks. And he probably hadn’t, you couldn’t remember the last time he stayed in bed for more than three hours.

The city was bright and warm offering a perfect view from the hill you were currently standing on. Your friends’ eyes were filled with tears as they watched you and your mate standing in front of the priestess.

“What do you vow to each other?” She asked.

“I vow to be by your side, protecting you and loving you until my last breath.” Azriel’s eyes watered as he spoke, his scarred hands grabbed your own and he pressed a soft kiss on your skin.

“I vow to always support you and love you. To always shield you from any harm, heck I would even take an arrow for you.” You chuckled and Azriel smiled.

“May the Mother bless this union and let it bloom like the most precious flowers” the priestess shouted and started murmuring a prayer.

“I love you my angel” Azriel whispered.

“I love you” you whispered back as the tears streamed down your face.

You teared up at the memory. Those vows meant something right? Even though he reeked of jasmine when he came back, he loved you right?

You heard the door open, and your mate’s footsteps filled the silence, making you wipe your tears and sit up. He removed his boots to not wake you and you suppressed the urge to scoff, you slowly slipped out of bed and walked down the hall to find him.

He was standing at the middle of the kitchen watching the two cold plates on the table with a frown.

“You’re here” you noted, and he glanced at you.

“Please don’t start I’m not in the mood.” He huffed.

“Don’t start what Azriel? You stood me up AGAIN” you threw your hands in the air.

“Fine you want to do this now? Okay” he yelled, and you flinched.

Azriel had never raised his voice at you, it was one of the things you loved about him, how you could always talk things out without wrecking your vocal cords.

“Where were you?” You asked and stepped closer.

“I had to finish some reports” he replied and you stepped even closer making him back off, you quirked a brow knowing exactly why he did it and marched to him sniffing. Jasmine.

Your hands clenched into fists, and you growled “you were finishing off reports or Elain’s cunt?”

His eyes widened and he bared his teeth “don’t speak for her like that”.

Your heart broke into million pieces, every fear suddenly felt real and deep down you realized that the union bloomed like a beautiful flower, but in Elain’s garden.

“You’re defending her?” You gaped at him, your face pale.

“I can’t do this anymore y/n. Lately I’ve been thinking about everything and especially our vows…” he trailed off and you felt like his feet were stepping over the pieces of your heart, crushing them into even smaller fragments.

“Go on” you whispered and let the tears escape.

“I’ve been thinking about Cassian and Rhys…they are mated with two of the sisters and I wonder if I should be mated to the third one. Three brothers and three sisters.” He explained and his eyes watered.

“What?” You asked him.

“I just don’t feel like I want to protect you until my last breath…. Because I can’t protect both of you at the same time…” he avoided your eyes

“You want to protect her until your last breath” you whispered and he nodded.

“Okay, please pack your things and leave.” You continued.

“Don’t do this” he breathed “I’m so confused, I’m not even sure if this is what I want. I just spend time with her to see if I’m really interested or if it’s just a sick thought”

“You want me to stay with you until you decide which one you want?” You gasped at his nerve.

“I-i don’t know. Can we just take a break? I won’t touch her I promise I just need some time to think.” He pleaded.

You felt numb, and an adamant wall fell on your side of the bond, blocking him entirely.

You just wanted to be alone, you didn’t have any more power to argue. “Okay. Pack your things and leave and we will speak again when you make your decision.” You lied hoping it will get him out of the house as soon as possible.

“Thank you” he gave you a sad smile and walked into your bedroom. The small cottage you two had built a few months before the ceremony felt empty and dull now as every promise of love died slowly.

You covered your mouth with your palm to keep the sobs in as you clenched your eyes shut and let the tears flow. Azriel reached the door with a small bag thrown over his shoulder and glanced back at you. You turned your back on him and waited to hear the door shutting.

“I’ll be back” he promised and left.

When you couldn’t hear the beating sound of his wings anymore you let it all out, a heartbreaking scream wrecked your throat and you dropped on your knees. Every kiss, every touch, every promise pierced your skin and escaped to the darkness of the sky.

You remained on the kitchen floor for two days, letting every feeling out hoping that it would stop hurting so bad. You reached a point of numbness, where even your love for him was dull now, cursing at yourself for trusting him. He had your fragile heart in his hands, and he crushed it into mist, without a care, without a hint of regret. You pictured him in her arms and rage made your body tremble, you despised her even though it wasn’t her fault. She sure was a wicked female for leading on a mated male but then again why should she care? He was the one who should have said no.

A booming sound pulled you out of your thoughts and you felt the ground shaking making you furrow your eyebrows and peek out the window. Velaris' shield was gone, you couldn’t feel the magic anymore and winged creatures descended from the sky, slaughtering everyone in their path. The autumn court’s banners emerged from the mountains, with an army behind them. You gasped and quickly grabbed a dagger, running out of the cottage and winnowing to the main square, Feyre and Mor were there holding swords and shouting at people to hide.

“Where’s Azriel?” you shouted at Feyre.

“He….” She paused “He took Elain out of the city, he’ll be back in a few minutes.”

You shook your head, not letting your family’s betrayal cloud your senses. They knew and they supported them, like you never existed.

You ran towards the creatures letting all your feelings out as you sliced their necks, your vision clouding and the image of Azriel flying Elain to safety was the only thing you could see. You crouched and placed your hand on the ground screaming, your eyes became white, and your power flowed out of you, destroying creatures and buildings on its way. You gasped for air and glanced around you, Azriel had landed a few steps behind you, his eyes wide as he stared at you and what you did. You noticed a creature lurking in the corner with a bow in its hands, it grabbed an arrow and pointed it to your mate making your face pale.

“Az” you screamed and ran… ran like your life depended on it, the arrow was shot, Azriel whipped his head to the direction, and you jumped, using the remaining power to lunge yourself in front of him. Silence, deafening silence, a cry, pain, fear and darkness.

Azriel watched the arrow piercing your skin and the tip emerging from your back.

“I vow to always support you and love you. To always shield you from any harm, heck I would even take an arrow for you.” It rang in his mind.

“I would even take an arrow for you.” He cried out your name.

"I would even take an arrow for you.” “Stop” he ordered himself.

“I would even take an arrow for you.” He grabbed his head, his hands covering his ears.

“I would even take an arrow for you.” “No” he screamed and started hitting his head.

“I vow to be by your side, protecting you and loving you until my last breath.” He fell on his knees.

“Lately I’ve been thinking about everything and especially our vows… I just don’t feel like I want to protect you until my last breath…. Because I can’t protect both of you at the same time…”  Darkness.

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Azriel woke up with a groan, he was in his room in the house of wind. He glanced around and noticed Elain sitting on a chair by his bed, her hand holding his own.

He stirred a bit and pulled his hand back making her flinch and open her eyes.

“Az” she whispered and tried to pull him in her arms.

“No! Where is she?” he shouted.

Rhysand entered his room and nodded at Elain to get out.

“Rhys where is she?” Azriel raised his voice again.

“Calm down, you need to rest, your shadows almost strangled you to death” his brother spoke.

“What? Why?” he gaped.

Rhys sighed “I went into your mind while you were asleep, you ordered them to strangle you because you wanted the thoughts to go away”.

Azriel’s eyes watered “Where is she? I have to go to her, I have to apologize. I need to beg her not to leave me”.

“I’m sorry brother, you’ve been out for five days. We couldn’t wait any longer so we buried her at the garden of your cottage”

“No!” Azriel screamed “No no no”

“I vow to always support you and love you. To always shield you from any harm, heck I would even take an arrow for you.”  “NO” he screamed again as his body started seizing.

“Lately I’ve been thinking about everything and especially our vows… I just don’t feel like I want to protect you until my last breath…. Because I can’t protect both of you at the same time…”  “Make it stop, please make it stop” he cried out.

Rhysand quickly moved to his side and grabbed his head making him go to sleep again.

“I’m sorry brother” he whispered and glanced at Feyre who was standing at the door, tears were streaming down her face.

“It’s done” she informed him and let him in her mind.

“Are you sure you want to do this y/n?” She asked you.

“Yes, this is for the best. Just tell him I’m dead.” You replied.

“Okay, please take care of her.” She spoke.

“I will, I promise to give her a place in my court” Eris nodded.

“Thank you” Feyre replied, “for everything, we wouldn’t defeat Beron without you”.

“It was my pleasure” Eris smirked and grabbed your hand.

Feyre let a tear slip as she watched you disappearing with Eris.

“Do you think he will survive this?” She asked Rhysand.

“I doubt it.” He sighed and they walked out, closing the door and locking it.

Sorry <3

[aziraphales-library]

Lost Fic #222

1. Hello! I know it will probably be a while until you get to this, but I'm looking for a fic I've read before. Crowley was trapped in some way and couldn't speak or be seen, but someone was pretending to be him while Aziraphale was there. I think the person was pretending that this was all Crowley's master plan to win Az's trust and Crowley never actually cared. Crowley was scared Aziraphale would believe them, but Az knew it wasn't Crowley all along, freed Crowley somehow, and threatened the stranger with a toaster. (Bluffing that it was a torture device.) I've been going crazy trying to find it and am getting scared it was deleted. Thank you so much for any help you can give - @write-it-right-2

2. Hello I hope it's okay to ask this here but I have been searching for a fanfic like crazy and have no clue how to find it. I was wondering if yall knew of a fic where crowley and aziraphale have sex in a church and there's like a recently consecrated column and I think aziraphale speaks latin at the end. That's all I can really remember sorry if it's too vague - @fyreblood-clan-altaan

3. Hi! Can you please help me find a fic? I thought I had it bookmarked but I guess I haven’t. It’s a post-s2 fix-it where Aziraphale still goes to Heaven, and Crowley sometimes sneaks up there and bring him things he misses from the Esrth like coffee or food or books and stuff. It was very lighthearted and nicely written and it must’ve been published in august or early autumn last year, I think. 🥺 - anon

4. hi! I’m looking for a fic but I only have a screenshot of it and I’ve no idea what it’s about. the scene is basically C asking A for his name to put on a marriage license for them and A is struggling to come up with with one. It sounds like a really silly and goofy one! thank you! - anon

5. Hello. I know you usually give lists of recommendations, but I've been looking for a fic I read last year for about a month now and was wondering if you could help. In it, Aziraphale finds Crowley (in his flat, I believe) struggling with the trauma from his fall and the physical effects it had on him. The fic explores how Crowley covers his festering injuries, unlike other demons, but they're still there and suddenly getting worse. When he becomes ill and delirious with a fever, Aziraphale heals his burns (I renege a considerable focus on the ones around his eyes) the human way. Thank you so much! - @beellzy

If you know any of these fics please include the number in your reply! Thank you :)

- Mod D

[elliesglock]

Do the crumble cookie live !

okay so boom guess who's back with another banger. so this is just one of my fav lives in general not even for pazzi but it's just so chaotic and the one that makes me chuckle so bad. anyways tho!

my biggest thing with this live is the difference in the way p is acting before and when azzi comes into the room. before she is goofy, messing around with kk, making fun of jana, and everything is super chaotic. but when azzi comes in??? girl she's not subtle at all. she might as well be pouting with azzi as well. azzi comes into the room and is very obviously upset about assignments, p's eyes lock on her IMMEDIATELY as soon as she walks in and she completely forgets about what everyone else is doing. she is the first one to notice azzi btw. almost like her body can feel that her girls in the room. she's even being blocked by tall ass yanna but p still is able to find her and seek her out 😭 p can't take her eyes off of her and you can tell she knows az is upset just by looking at her. paige motions to the phone that they are on live so azzi knows, everybody yells that azzi fudd is here yayyy! and azzi has imo the cutest reaction ever and gets all overwhelmed, groans, and flops on the bed. everybody finds it pretty funny and laughs, guess who the only one who isn't laughing is? paige bueckers everybody.

now we know p. she does NOT like when her girl is sad or in any kind of distress of anytime. she also loves to tease azzi HORRIBLY. the things that stick out to me is that she's not smiling, locks in on azzi's every move, and does not make one single joking comment to make fun of azzi for being dramatic. she gets all soft and caring and probably wants nothing more than to go pick az off that bed and hold her. now my agenda yall. i've always imagined paige to be a very gentle, sweet person to her girl, def someone that is an empath and FEELS everything az feels. and i can tell all the chaotic energy she just had minutes ago is sucked out the minute azzi walks in. she's feeling exactly how azzi is feeling at that moment. SOULMATES THEY ACTUALLY WANT ME DEAD.

kk jokingly says "what happened?" but p IS NOT playing when she asks the same question. she wants names, faces, and explanations to whoever/whatever has her baby azzi so upset and she wants it now. azzi replies that she needs someone who can tutor her in accounting. (she's such a princess and so cute. and azzi i can do my damn best tutoring u btw i have no clue how to do accounting but ill make it work). kk kinda ignores it at first and paige gets this irritated ass look on her face and tells kk to ask the live. she gets down and if her princess needs someone to tutor her she wants to know if someone can do it immediately. i think we get great glimpses of paige's more protective side in this live with how quick she is to respond to azzi's obvious exasperation. she DOES NOT like when az feels like that. kk asks the live and azzi says thank you. paige says "this should be good" i think cause saying ppl are gonna dm her crazy stuff. azzi laughs at this and paige's eyes light up because her girls happy now! and it's because of her!! lover girl paige BACK IN BUSINESS PAZZI NATION. paige gives her a little smile and they go back to what they're doing.

you can tell paige isn't all that interested in the cookies anymore though. the only cookie she cares about is over on the bed pouting and she wants that cookie badddd. azzi stands up suddenly and guys the first ever time i watched this live i immediately thought omg paige looked at her so fast. before i was even into the pazzi side of uconn btw....just wanted to say that. okay anyway paige's head practically comes off her shoulders looking at azzi. almost like she's ready to do anything az wants her to do or anything she can to make a feel better. also peep p checking her out too. it's not really a sexual checking out tho, more like a "you good?" kinda thing. azzi kinda reaches her hands out, i think out of habit and it seems like she wants p to take her hands. now call me delusional all u want idrc but they def wanted to hold each other in that moment. i've said this to an anon before but paige would def take and kiss her hands, turn azzi around to lay against her, and whisper all the encouragement she could need in her ear. but unfortunately god hates us and they can't do that on live 😒.

azzi unfortunately leaves the frame after that and we get azzi just being absolutely adorable and p dotting on her. azzi kinda snoops and asks about the cookies. kk tells her what the flavors are and you can tell azzi wants a little bit (she's so cute im sobbing, p you truly won).

azzi asks to try the peanut butter one. and p immediately starts nodding and kk goes "girl yeah!". she's literally all of their princess she makes me want to throw up pls give me a chance azzi that dumb blonde bitch when i catch you. kk talks about how azzi will like it and its very sweet. p obv has to fight kk back cause kk don't know more about her girl than her, and she says it's very peanut buttery! didn't have to clock paige, it's okay she's yours....unfortunately azzi doesn't give us her review but i think she likes the cookie. kk starts talking about another cookie and azzi goes that's lame! p gives her a sorta "da fuck?" look and you can tell she wants to be sassy but she reels it in. smart paige you know ur girl would have ur ass.

kk says they need forks for the toffee cake and p goes up to get them. however, she stops dead in her tracks, like literally brake checks herself when azzi seems interested in the cookies. and then she kinda just stays around and yanna goes and gets the spoons. ugh. just. paige please.

while they're trying the toffee cake and paige is making fun of jana for her "OKAY SLOTHHHHH" paige says "okayyyyy turtle" to mess with jana but looks at azzi's approval of her joke 😭 bitch shut up atppppp. they're eating the toffee cake and jana is talking about splitting a bite with azzi. paige looks up at her girls name and says "YOU? and azzi?". she sounds like she's tryna say jana isn't good enough to share a bite with azzi that's the way i see it. also i just think she's jealous even though she didn't offer to share the cookie with azzi....jealous possessive paige you will always be famous. also keep making those edits yall we need to see paige accidentally claim azzi because she's soooo jealous people want a. they drop some of the cake on the floor and they're all laughing. you hear azzi say, "lick it off her fingers!" to jana and p gives her the craziest look. she probably wanted to say PAUSE so bad....also is that a little more jealous p i see?

that's all the moments i saw that really stood out to me. plus there's a little tiny part where azzi brings up paige's ipad and paige goes and shows her case. just them being little cutesy and stuff. long story short, azzi hopefully got a tutor but she def got some cuddles and kisses from paige. they prob went home after this live and paige just complimented her, told her how smart she is, and hyped her up to feel better :((( p gets so soft around az i swear. anywho!! hope you enjoy and ofc always send any moments you saw that i maybe didn't say!!

credit to my anons for reminding me about a lot of this stuff! thank you guys 💋

[acourtofmarvels]

Patience - Cassian

No OC this time, just your average Cassian x Reader (I used she/her pronouns but please use any you would like to.)

Summary: Y/N has been apart of the IC for 100 years after they saved her from a horrible incident that left her broken and traumatized. Cassian knew she was his mate from the second he saw her. Though he never could tell her, not after everything she endured.  They put her back together. She loved them and they loved her. Her family. Though, in the recent couple years she developed feelings a little stronger toward the male who she would soon find out to be her mate. 

Warnings: hints of abuse and assault. fluff

Word count: 3369

Cassian

"Why haven't you told her?" Rhysand asked me. I looked at him like he was crazy. He must be. Thinking I could ever tell her.

"How could I put that on her? After all she's been through. She's open to us now. She's stronger, braver. She's finally starting to learn to cope with her trauma. I don't want to scare her with something so... intimate."

I saved her. I have kept her safe. I helped her, trained her. Held her when she needed it, gave her space when she needed it. Those 50 years when Rhys was under the mountain she never left the House of Wind once. She didn't feel safe without her High Lord here. Even though Az and I were always with her.

"Cassian..." Rhys started.

"You kept it from Feyre, why? Cause you wanted to keep her safe, you didn't want to scare her. You wanted her to be ready for it. Thats exactly what I'm doing." He's being so hypocritical. How could he think I could just spring this on her?

"You've know for 100 years-"

"I knew the moment I saw her. She was covered in her own blood and vomit, bruised, broken and bare. You didn't see her, Rhys. You didn't feel-" I felt sick to my stomach just thinking about it. I was the one who covered her, brought her to Valaris to be healed and saved."What those monsters did to her..."

"They're dead now. They'll never hurt her again." Yeah. I killed them all. Made them suffer. Had them begging and pleading for their lives.

"She's still healing. I'd wait another 100 years if had to." 

Her POV

"We can go back if you want," Mor said quietly to me. We walked down the cobblestone sidewalk through the markets in the town square. Her arm linked in mine, her way of letting me know she wasn't leaving my side.

"No, I feel... good. It's a beautiful day. Everything feels like it's fitting into place. I've noticed these past few months that I finally feel like my old self again. But.. better."

It felt so good getting out of the house. Walking down the streets of my home. Home. I'd been here for a century. I've found my family here. People who love me, scars and all. And I love them. They're my rock. I wish I could say that I put myself back together after being broke for so long but it was them. They hold me together.

"Have you gotten all your gifts yet?" It was solstice this week. Everyone's favorite time of year.

"I have." I smiled at her. "And I'm not telling you what I got you." I knew by the tone in her question that's exactly what would lead next.

"Come on! Did you get it when we were together? I always take you shopping. How could you have possibly gotten my gift?"

"Cassian took me yesterday." I didn't like going out by myself. Too much anxiety. Mor or Feyre always go shopping with me in the markets. The boys take me other places, exploring Prythian if I please.

"Cassian never goes shopping with me! Gods, how did you convince him to do that?"

"I just asked him and he said yes." I shrugged. Cassian has always been sweet. He never tells me no. I feel guilty about it sometimes. I don't want to bother him.

"You have him wrapped around your finger, I swear." Mor groaned and I laughed.

"I do not." My face felt warm as a blush crept up upon my cheeks. Me blushing for a male? That hasn't happened since before... "Cassian just worries about me."

"Yeah worries a little too much." She rolled her eyes playfully. "You're staying at the town house with all of us this week right?" Rhys and Feyre mentioned they wanted everyone there this week. It was kind of tradition but this was the first solstice since the war and it just felt a little extra special.

"Of course. And I will also be drinking my weight in wine."

"Oh gods, a drunk you is never good." Mor and I both laughed loudly. I didn't drink much. Only with them. And usually on special occasions.

***

"Leave! You'll see us when we are ready!" Feyre yelled through the door. Rhysand wanted to see which dress she picked. He was being very persistent. It was so cute.

"Just a peak, my love," he said. I could practically hear the smile in his voice. I felt a weird pang in my chest. That was weird.

There was some more playful arguing between them before Feyre finally came back over to the vanity where I was sitting as Mor was doing my hair and makeup.

"He's acting like a child and I just took away his toy," Feyre mumbled, "Illyrian baby."

Mor was the first one of us who was ready. She was wearing a long black silk dress with her signature red lips. Feyre was wearing a dark blue sparkly dress. It took me a while to pick which dress to wear. Feyre insisted on the maroon one, while Mor wanted me to wear the emerald green. I am bad at making decisions so I let Elain pick and she favored the maroon one more like her sister. 

"Mother above we look hot," Mor whistled as the three of us stood in front of the giant mirror in Feyre and Rhys room. 

The door squeaked as it opened, Elain slipping through. "Stop being annoying, you swear you've never seen her dolled up before." She mumbled to whom I could only assume was Rhysand. She closed it behind her, pressing her back to it. Elain was in a pale pink dress. She favored the lighter colors. "The boys are getting rowdy and insist we go down to eat dinner."

"They're children, I swear." Feyre rolled her eyes but she was smiling, as was I. Feyre followed Elain out the door. I briefly heard Rhys say some curse words at the sight of his mate before Feyre shut the door behind her. 

Mor reached for the handle of the door but paused when she noticed I was hesitant to follow her. I could tell she was immediately worried for me. "What's wrong?" Was I really that transparent? 

I couldn't lie to her. She can always tell when I'm lying or hiding something. "I am nervous." I admitted, my hands gripped the fabric of my dress nervously. 

"Why? Has something happened?" I think I was the closet with Mor. She was there since the beginning. For the first few months after the incident I was to afraid to be around males. Mor never left my side. She didn't even know me yet she cared so much. 

"Nothing has happened. Just, something feels different." I could feel the aching in my chest. I had noticed it every time I was around Rhys and Feyre, I didn't understand. 

"A good different or a bad different?" She took ahold of my hand, a comforting gesture she did to know that she was there for me and she wasn't leaving. 

"I'm not sure. I think what I'm feeling is good but it hurts sometimes." She gave my hand a small squeeze. 

"Do you want to leave? I can winnow us out right now. No questions asked. You say the words and we're gone." I smiled at her. 

"No I don't want to leave. I just... I had that on my chest." I took a deep breath. She continued to rub her hand over mine. She always held my hand when I was anxious or feeling emotional. It was comforting, to know she was always by my side when I needed her. 

The door burst open, in came an angry looking Amren. Her hand was gripping the doorknob so hard I thought she might pull it off. "If you don't get downstairs in the next two seconds I'm killing them all." She glanced down at Mor holding my hand and Amren's face actually softened. It wasn't often I saw any other sign of emotion on her face that wasn't anger or annoyance. "What's going on? Are you alright, Y/N?"

I let out a small laugh. I love that they all worry for me. But it does get annoying the amount of times a day I hear Are you okay?  "I'm quite alright, thank you. Let's eat, I'm starving." 

Amren went first, Mor following and myself close behind. The biggest smile formed on my face the second I heard the low, loud, voices of the rest of my family downstairs. I don't even know what they were saying but Cassian's voice stood out to me. My heart sped up and I ignored it like I always did. It was a weird feeling I didn't understand. It always happened around him or even to the thought of him. 

"The night has barely begun and you're already giving me a headache," Amren grumbled as she hopped off the last step. The room grew quiet as Mor and I came into view. My eyes locked onto Cassian's first. There went that feeling again. He pushed his chair back, standing up straight. I noticed Rhysand and Azriel were standing up to. 

"Now don't stop the party on our account," Mor said. 

Rhysand was the first to speak out of the males. "You both look marvelous." He then looked at down at his mate who was sitting in the chair beside him. He must have said something to her for only her to hear because a slight blush freckled upon her cheeks. 

Azriel approached both of us, complimenting us. He hugged Mor, then looked at me for permission. I smiled at him and opened my arms to give him a hug. "Thank you, Az." The males were always hesitant to show any type of affection toward me. I understood why and I was grateful for it. 

As Azriel walked back over to where he was sitting previously at the dinner my eyes locked once more on the Illyrian general. 

"Y/N you look-" Cassian choked on his words. "I mean y-you both look, um, wow." He motioned to Mor and I. I'd never seen him so nervous. 

"Settle down Cass, you might just woo them away." Rhys said making Az laugh. Cassian's face turned red as he sat back down in his seat. Feyre swatted his arm and scolded him silently. 

The night continued on as we ate and drank. I sat at the end of the table with Elain on my right and Mor on my left. The smile on my face only grew bigger as the night went on. 

I kept the smile on my face as I glanced at Rhys and Feyre, who were talking quietly to each other, stealing kisses back and forth. I wanted that. That love that they share. That was the first time I was admitting it. I think I just realized why I felt that pang in my chest every time I looked at them together. That connection was what everyone craved. That unrelentless love. I didn't even know I was ready for that but I now realize that I do. 

I looked away from them. I couldn't watch anymore. I needed to focus on something else before they noticed my change in demeanor. 

I couldn't help but look at Cassian. He could always calm me down in the worst of times. It was like he knew I was watching him cause the second he looked at me every thing changed. It felt like the world stopped and something shifted. It started in my chest, a glowing warmth that began to sooth my aching heart, like a bandage to a wound. The warmth spread outwards, moving to my limbs and beyond my body, forming a bridge between us. 

The second that connection snapped I stood up abruptly, the chair beneath me almost falling back I pushed it back so quickly. The tears were already falling down my face. "You-" I couldn't even form a sentence. I had to cover my mouth with my hand to prevent myself from sobbing then and there. Cassian was standing too, worry all over his face. But he knew. I knew he knew. 

I couldn't breath. I knew people were calling my name. I knew Mor was by my side but everything felt numb. I needed to get out of here. 

I didn't look out as I ran out of the townhouse. Into the cold air, through the falling snow. He's my mate. Cassian is my mate.

"Gods, Y/N, you're gonna catch a cold out here." His voice alone soothed me. He appeared in front of me, wrapping a cloak around my shoulders to keep me warm. 

"How long?" I looked up at him, his face blurry through my tears. 

"Let's go back inside, I don't want you to get sick out here," he avoided the question, which only made me angry. 

"How long have you known, Cassian?" I raised my voice. I wiped my tears away so I could see him better. The sun was beginning to set but the faelights outside were shining on his face. 

"I knew the moment I saw you. It snapped immediately." He said quietly. He looked down at his feet, not daring to look at me. 

"Why didn't you tell me?" My voice was barely above a whisper. I was trying to hold it together now but my voice was failing me. 

"How could I?" Cassian looked up and it was then that I noticed the tears in his eyes also. "After what they did to you. After everything you've been through... I couldn't put that burden on you."

"A burden? You feel being my mate is a burden?" 

"No, never." He reached his hands out like he wanted to hold me, but he lowered them and took a step away from me. "I didn't want to scare you. I wanted the bond to click into place for you. I wanted you to be ready. But I will never force anything upon you. If you want to reject it, I will be okay." It was hard for him to say that. I know he didn't mean to but I could feel him send his sadness through the bond. 

I stepped directly up to him, he straighten up but didn't move away this time. He was watching me nervously. I wanted him to hold me. I needed him to make the first move. I don't want him to be scared either. 

Warmth spread through my body as he gently placed his hand on the side of my face. I let out a small cry as I placed my hand on top of his, wanting him closer. I looked up at him. "You do not scare me, Cassian. There is no one in this world that makes me feel safer than when I'm with you. And I am honored to be your mate." 

Cassian let out a cry of relief as he pulled me into his embrace. We both stood there in the snow, holding each other so tightly, crying with one another. After a few minutes he pulled away first, both his hands cupping the sides of my face now. His thumbs wiping away the few tears on my cheeks. "The honor is mine. And I will give you the everlasting love you deserve, for eternity."

"As will I," I reached up and wiped his tears also. "I will need your patience. I would like to go slow." 

Cassian's eyes went wide and he took a step back from me. "Of course." 

I laughed a little and grabbed his hand pulling him back to me. "This is just fine." He smiled and wrapped his arms around my waist. "And I would like you to kiss me." A blush formed on my cheeks as I said that. I hadn't kissed a male in over a century. 

"You sure?" He asked. I nodded slowly, he leaned in closer and when he was just mere inches away from my face I closed my eyes. Finally his lips found mine in an achingly slow, gentle kiss. He was holding me so softly, as if afraid he would hurt me. "You're it for me. I'm never letting you go." I leaned into his touch, wanting to be as close to him as possible. 

"Should we go back inside with the others?" I asked, nuzzling my face into his chest. 

"Yeah, we should." He replied but neither of us made an effort to move. "They're watching us from the window." 

I whipped my head around to look at the house behind me, multiple heads jumped away from the window. I laughed and shook my head. "They're always so nosey."

"Let's go. It's getting cold." Cassian and I held hands as we walked back inside. He took my cloak off for me and hung it up. Everyone was sitting at the table acting totally normal. 

I noticed Mor has taken my seat, pretending to be in a serious conversation with Elain. Rhys was trying to hide his smile behind his drink. Cassian pulled out the empty seat from beside him, allowing me to sit down before he took his seat. My face was red as a tomato but Cassian had a smug grin on his. They were all pretending like nothing happened, that this was all totally normal. 

"Did you guys know it started snowing outside again?" I spoke up finally, a smirk on my face.

 "What?" "No way." "I had no idea." They all said as a chorus. Then we all started laughing. Thank the mother for that. 

Cassian grabbed the edge of my seat and pulled me closer to him, wrapping an arm around the back of my chair. I grabbed his other hand and held it in my lap with both of mine. I need the connection.

"So did you all know?" I had to ask. I wasn't mad. I found it funny actually. 

"Know what?" Rhys asked, playing dumb. Then a devilish grin formed on his face. 

"I told Rhys the moment I knew, Az suspected the same day." Cassian told me. 

"I figured it out easily," Amren said, her arms crossed over her chest and a bored look on her face. "He stares at you constantly."

 "I do not!" Cassian said loudly and everyone laughed again.

"She does the same, don't worry." Mor smirked at me and my eyes went wide. 

"I do?!" I didn't even realize. My face was so red right now. 

"Oh, all the time," Feyre spoke up. Cassian squeezed my hand, begging me to look up at him. When I did his face was so full of happiness, my heart felt like it was melting. 

He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Do I have permission to kiss your cheek?" I giggled, literally giggled. Who am I? Where did this side of me come from?

"You have my permission and may do so anytime you want," I whispered back. He kissed my cheek with glee. I was so happy. I loved the affection he was giving me. He was respecting my boundaries and accepting that I wanted to go slow. But I now understood that with me wanting to accept the bond he was gonna take any affection he could get from me. I wanted to give him everything but I need time. 

"I think we can all agree, Cass and Y/N, we are very happy for you both." Rhysand raised his glass to us. Everyone copied, raising their glasses as well. 

Acotar Masterlist

[lovemyromance]

Azriel: <just doing his job in Sangravanah, angry to see another woman violated>

Gwynriels: omg mate behavior

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Azriel: <Saved Gwyn from two Hybern soldiers and passed her off to Mor, who carried her out>

Gwynriels: omg he carried her to safety

/

Azriel: <goes against orders to save Elain from Hybern's camp, won't let go of Elain despite his shredded wings, demands to get the chains off her>

Gwynriels: Feyre saved Elain, not Azriel. And Elain didn't even care about Azriel

/

Azriel: <is willing to get on his knees for Elain>

Gwynriels: omg incel

2 pages later

Azriel: Helps a priestess train when he was trying to be alone but ran into her by accident

Gwynriels: something sparked in his chest, they are mates how romantic

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Cassian: <going feral and numb with worry when Nesta gets taken for the BR>

Azriel: they'll be fine. You know who we need to save though? ERIS

Gwynriels: it's because he trusts that they're capable and that's shows mate behavior duh

/

Which is it? Either the supposed bond between them snapped when he saved Gwyn or it didn't.

Either it snapped when something "sparked in his chest" or it didn't.

Either he's an incel or he's not?

You can't have it both ways. People don't change within TWO PAGES. He cannot be an incel with Elain and then magically reformed with Gwyn on the next page.

It just doesn't make sense that Gwyn is supposed to be his mate. He's seen her in a traumatic situation, and the bond didn't snap. He trained the priestesses every day, and the bond didn't snap. She got taken -similar to Elain- and the bond didn't snap. So tell me, don't you think if this theory were true, this 500 yr old Spymaster would know she is his mate by then? Especially if the antis believe all he wants is a mate anyways?

Let's be logical now.

Azriel is literally the most protective/respectful of the bat boys. You're telling me he found his mate (that he's been so desperate for apparently) and when she gets taken to the BR he just - what? Doesn't react at all?

You want mate behavior? Look at Cassian. He has more reason than Azriel to believe the girls are trained well they should trust in that, since he was their instructor from the beginning. And yet, he's going crazy because that's his mate. Azriel does not react that way at all in this scenario ...

... but he does when Elain gets taken.

Arguably, that's the only time we've seen such a reaction from him on the page.

Gwynriels stay contradicting themselves with each new argument. Honestly, just pick a struggle 😒 How are you out here claiming Azriel and Gwyn are mates, Az is an incel, and Azriel doesn't care about Elain all in one breath?

[bright-side20]

Ranting about my Elriel experience

I was a casual reader, I'm not on booktok, I didn't know anything about the series, I just found it randomly and bought it. I remember when I got to the Elriel rescue scene, I was thrilled . I was like, "OMG, it's a classic romance scene, exactly what I love. OMG, I knew it since acomaf Elain and Azriel are going to end up together." At that point, I was 100% sure they were endgame, it was just obvious. I put the book down and was like, "Umm, I want to see a fanart of the rescue scene before continuing."I looked for it, and guess what I came across? 😀 A Gwynriel fanart . Can you just imagine the confusion and frustration I had? I was like, "Why is she building Elain and Azriel's relationship in such a classical romantic way if they will not end up together?" What I did next was research if acotar 5 was already announced, then I put my phone down, didn't look for anything further, and continued reading.

Look, now he's giving her his sacred dagger, death, and the lovely fawn. SJM, why are you still building their relationship if he's going to move on to another girl? I finished ACOWAR still thinking they were endgame. I picked up ACOFAS immediately. Elain refused Lucien, Azriel is taking the potato dish from her like a good husband, she surprises him with a gift that makes him laugh like never before, and they spend the rest of the night talking. I put the book down and looked suspiciously, "Is SJM crazy or what?" At this point, if she's going to make them end up with other characters, that's not a plot twist, that's bad writing.

I picked up ACOSF, and finally, I knew who Gwyn was yeah, she's Nesta's friend. Cassian and Azriel are training them, but there is no romance between Az and Gwyn, it's a student-mentor relationship. Elain and Lucien's relationship shows no development, and Elain and Azriel are really struggling to keep their feelings for each other hidden, so cute . I finished the book relieved because eventually, SJM isn't crazy. Elain and Azriel are endgame. But why do all these people think he's going to end up with Gwyn?

I researched Elriel fanart again, read the comments, and found out the famous statement, "BUT DID YOU READ THE BONUS CHAPTER." Okay, so SJM didn't end Elriel in a whole four books, she ended them in a freaking bonus chapter, excellent writing . I researched it only to find out that Azriel and Elain were about to bang in the family room. Um, the heck? What's wrong with these people?

It was then that I discovered the whole ship war and realized that Gwynriel is a result of mind gymnastics plus hating Elain.

I really regret looking for fanart before finishing the books because it kind of ruined my enjoyment of the series. The whole time I was like, "Why are you keeping the romance buildup for Elriel if they're not ending up together? Why are you making me love them, get attached to them, only to face a big frustration at the end?" I think that's what a casual reader would feel if they picked up the next book to find Elucien or Gwynriel, especially Gwynriel, because it just doesn't make any sense plot-wise or romance-wise. Elriel is just very obvious. The series isn't famous in my country, but I've met a few people who have read it, and they all think Elain and Azriel are endgame.

[acourtofthought]

Maybe it’s just me, but I just can’t consider Az as a love interest of Elain(I mean I don’t think an almost kiss makes someone a love interest but that’s a different story). Simply because of how entitled he felt to her. Even Rhys seemed so put off by his whole 3 brothers, 3 sisters thing. And because of how he doesn’t know or understand Elain at all. Which I find a little crazy when they were suppose to be friends way before that almost kissed happened

I think I could have considered Az as a real love interest for Elain if Sarah had written many things differently. Yet every time she wrote what could be possible hint for them (at least in terms of endgame potential), she made sure to follow it up with someone that canceled it out, something that had strong echos of the Feyre / Tamlin setup.

Az was willing to save Elain during the war with Elain saying "you came from me" and Feyre believing she drank up the sight of him? Az went on to put Elain's life at risk by refusing to listen to Feyre to get her to safety, with Az instead staying behind to save both Feyre and Briar.

Then Elain did not show any concern for Az's injuries once they landed. Az did not seek her out after the war and after the death of her father.

Az gave Elain TT? Sarah added in "the ONLY bridge of connection -that knife". That literally / metaphorically tells us there is nothing else connecting them. And she also tells us the only reason Az had TT to offer Elain was because he had decided not to enter the war because Mor begged him not to.

He also never gave her credit for what she did with that knife and he didn't believe her capable of handling the darkness of the trove though she saved his ass with the hounds and rescued his friend from the king.

Az helped Elain with the dinner dishes? He was relieved not to get her a gift at Solstice. Her first holiday with them and he didn't even want to worry about getting her something.

Az sat and talked with her about her gardens? He never talked to her about her father, about her bond, about being made fae, her fights with Nesta. The important things. Endgame relationships are not built on chats about hobbies. Tamlin supported Feyre's desire to paint, he even set her up with paints and canvases yet that didn't mean anything for them having a lasting relationship.

Az's shadows are a part of him? We're specifically told in his POV that they disappear around Elain and were earlier told they're afraid of the sun.

Az likes to torture in a symphony of pain? We're reminded that Elain is bothered by cruelty and she "has no idea the things he's done." Even if she does realize, that he believes the worst of her is telling.

Az and Elain wanted to hook up? Neither bothered to talk about the things that were issues for them. He knew she was upset over her fights with Nesta yet he chose to stay away from her, he chose not to talk to her, she chose not to talk to him about her bond when she knew it bothered him. That is the problem we have with E/riel wanting to hook up. It's not that we're clutching our pearls as the other side likes to accuse, it's that we see that E/riel on Solstice is really no different than any of the guys Nesta banged in the novella. It's an escape from their true feelings, not true love. Are hookups hot? Sure! They can be. But are they love? No and we have a problem when the other side insists that a hookup equals love. Our "pearl clutching" is not because we have a problem with smut, it's that we know that love doesn't look or feel the way Sarah wrote E/riel on Solstice. Call it what it was and we can respect it and acknowledge that it could have been a hot hookup just as Feyre and Tamlin had hot sexy moments too but they need to stop trying to argue with us that it was proof of something more.

And then, Elain returned his necklace. Az gave the necklace away. And neither even glanced towards the other for the 5 months after Solstice while Az went on to show amusement and admiration for the same female he wanted the necklace to go to.

So yes, while Sarah could have written E/riel in a way that made me think they had true endgame potential she instead only continued reinforcing all the ways they were wrong for one another and continued writing all the ways Lucien was her perfect match, despite Elain's current stubbornness about her mating bond.

For all their cries on how little we respect what Elain wants, they sure don't seem to respect that in canon there is zero proof that Elain wants Az anymore. They insist she no longer wants Graysen because she doesn't break down at the mention of his name and I respect that (however that should be proof enough for them that what a character wants can change and if she no longer wants her fiance she can easily move on from Az who she shared little with in comparison) They insist she doesn't want Lucien because she ignores him though I think there's more to it than that since they share a bond and we know the bond needs to be addressed in her book. But when Elain never once broke down over Az, when she's not even written as purposely keeping her distance from him or looking away from him in the five months after Solstice, when she's completely indifferent to him (not expressing anger or sadness or ANYTHING) somehow that means she's in love with him and is pining for him?

And like you said, Az never admitting having any feelings for "Elain the person" (he literally said he just wanted her because his brothers are with her sisters) and she never confessed to having real feelings for Az, to liking anything about Az at all.

So yeah, I don't consider Az a real love interest for Elain either.

[elrielffs]

“He hadn't gotten that far with his planning, certainly not beyond the fantasies he pleasured himself to.”

Gwynriels love to use this as proof of “it’s just lust,” but it’s as if they haven’t paid attention to the way Azriel’s character is described. Why would he envision a future with Elain when she has a mate and he feels unworthy of love and happiness?

Of the three bat boys, I would say that Rhys has the “healthiest” self-esteem and self-confidence, and even he didn’t want to dream or plan a future with Feyre because he didn’t feel good enough for her. So, why would things be different for Az?

It really is crazy how much stock they put in that sentence, like Azriel should of had a power point presentation (ha!) to explain exactly how and why he's in love with Elain and what he's gonna do about it down to how they'll have his kids in a magical pregnancy since Elain doesn't have the PLiAbLE BoNeS.

Never mind he also mentions this is the first time he's voicing his thoughts and feelings out loud and being vulnerable and it was sprung on him after a very charged moment with Elain. He should of had his shit together and waxed poetic to Rhysand all the ways he loves Elain. (Protip: If a guy describes a girl like the sun at dawn...that's not lust either.)

Cassian also didn't have a plan. He banged Nesta's brains out before they even confirmed if they were mates to each other or even said I love you. Cassian also didn't think he was worthy of Nesta because he was bastard born but nobody said anything about how he can't be with Nesta cause he feels unworthy.

I've also seen antis use because Az didn't think about his hands around Gwyn or didn't feel unworthy means they're endgame.

It's almost as if...when you like someone in a romantic way...you care more what they would think and become self conscious? And it's a common common common COMMON trope that the male love interest doesn't feel good enough for the fmc in romantic media.

It's really sweet that Azriel actually worked up the nerve that night to even give Elain the necklace. With how unworthy he feels, his self-esteem so low, he dared to hope that Elain would return his affections and she did--then everything was shattered. I don't blame him for throwing rock filled snowballs at Rhys the next day.

As for all the sexual thoughts, Rhysand thought that way about Feyre. Cassian thought that way about Nesta. It's not wrong for Azriel to think that way about Elain.

Antis REALLY wanted the whole Elriel book in the BC apparently.

[writingsbychlo]

Now we need something about soft dom az 👀

now, soft dom az is something special. he's always gonna be a dom, but he's always soft too. it doesn't stop outside of the bedroom. he has a look, a 'don't start this, baby' look, a 'behave before I spank you' look, y'know? it all rolls in.

he's also so attentive to her, always. helping her reach high shelves but not without leaving a smack on her ass when he sees her reaching. smirking to himself as he watches her struggle with something, before eventually taking it off her before she gets too frustrated.

making sure she dresses warm, and carrying her bags and her coat and spare things for her. he is absolutely stupid whipped for his girl, he just loves making sure she knows it in the most intense way possible.

now, real talk. the dirty talk.

azriel knows how to make his girl squirt. the mixture of edging and overstim never fails him. he knows exactly how to read his girl's body, he loves learning all her little tells, and he knows right when she's on the edge.

"right there, baby? yeah, I know it is. look at you, such a fuckin' mess for me."

"you gonna' make a mess? my messy baby, soak me, sweetheart, c'mon."

"let me feel how good it is. cum, baby, let me have it."

"fucking drown me, honey."

he likes to mark her up. in his book, there's a reason they're called lovebites. he will kiss and bite and suck and make sure his girl knows exactly how much he loves her.

now he also loves seeing her needy, on her knees, pouting and begging for him, but he's not shy to let her know just how much he wants her too.

"feel that, baby? that's what you do to me."

"you got me like this, love. you're gonna' take everything I give you, if you wanna drive me this crazy."

"fuck, fuck, fuck, baby. making me feel so good, you're perfect for me."

"been thinkin' about you so much while I was away, just the smell of your perfume got me hard."

now, az doesn't need safewords, because he checks in constantly. he knows his girl's limits and he'd never push her, he lets her push all the boundaries, he waits for her to tell him she needs more.

"tell me what you need, baby."

"show me how you want it."

"if you're good, I'll let you pick how I ruin you first."

"you're doin' so good, taking my cock. you okay, baby?"

"think you can handle it tonight?"

"I wanna fuck your throat, you gonna' let me?"

"I need my head between those pretty thighs. you wanna be on your back, in the shower, or sitting on my face?"

let's be clear, az is fucking addicted to her. mind, body, and soul. he will go until they can't go anymore. he'll give her whatever she needs. sitting up and letting her rock against him, both of them sweaty and weak and trembling, both of them overstimulated, tears on her cheeks that he wipes away but neither of them can fucking stop.

"addicted to you, baby, the feel of your wet little cunt wrapped around me, look at ya'. so fucking pretty crying for my cock."

"who gets you like this? who's cock do you need? that's right, mine."

"fuck— you're perfect. so perfect, milkin' me dry. gods, let me die here, so happy."

his arm around her waist as she collapses into his chest, bucking desperately into him, letting him guide her as he shakes too. her face in his neck, buried to hide her screams as she comes again, before he follows.

[prythianpages]

Answer and then tag three or more creators to keep the game going!

@acoazlove tysm for the tag! <3

1. How many words did you publish on AO3 in 2024?

Technically, 9,679. I did make an AO3 account but I got intimidated by all the tagging so I only transferred over one fic.

2. How many fics did you complete this year?

I wrote 49 fics this year, which is crazy to me. I didn't know how many I had written! But don't ask me how many series I've completed bc it's 0 lol

3. How many in progress or ongoing fics did you start this year?

I currently have 7 ongoing fics but 3 are my witch aus so they're just interconnected one-shots.

4. What was your favourite thing you wrote?

I did answer my favorite fic to have written in 2024 here. If I had to pick a second one, it'd be my Cas fic, Lay All Your Love on Me.

5. What piece was your most experimental or different from your usual style?

I'd say it's my Eris fic, I Can't Pretend. It's part of my Like An Angel series. I had written smut before this one but it was my first time writing Eris smut & I wanted it to be a heat of the moment thing but also soft. For this series, there had also been a lot of pining & longing, so I didn't want that moment to feel rushed.

6. Did any fics surprise you - either while writing or reception?

It was my fic, Be Patient. This one was part two to my one-shot or what was originally only a one-shot lol, Be Safe. I didn't expect there to be so much demand for part two and I aimed to please here but I was also really stressed & worried that part two would not live up to expectations. Though I wrote it, I felt disconnected to it so I thought it was going to flop but part two did better than part one. It honestly shocked me!

7. Do you have a fic you wrote and loved and went under the radar? (This is your sign to reblog/repost it!)

A Thousand Feelings. This one is an Az x Rhys's sister OC. I haven't written many OCs but I have noticed that they get significantly less love than x reader. I love this one though since it was inspired by my fav holiday, Dia De Los Muertos (Day of the Dead.)

8. Who is an artist that inspired you?

ABBA. Literally all my fics from the beginning of 2024 were inspired by an ABBA song. If you read the titles of most of my fics, you might also recognize some other artists/songs like Hozier, No Doubt, The Smiths (just a few of many. I listen to anything except for country.)

9. Who is an author that inspired you?

Honestly, all my mutuals <3 There's too many to list but I love reading their stuff. I can't remember who was the first fanfic writer I followed on here (I was a silent reader for a bit until I finally made an acotar blog.)

10. Who is a new author you discovered?

@kymawrites! She's not new to tumblr, I just happened to stumble upon her fic, Pure Love late. Absolutely loved it and am excited to read more from her masterlist! <3

11. Did you start any collaborations? How did you start it?

I haven't. I get too intimidated by other writers. They're writing is just so good that my anxiety gets the best of me & tells me that I'd ruin any collab.

12. What accomplishments are you proudest of?

I'd say writing part two to Be Safe lol. It took me 3 months to finish but I was determined to come through with that part two 🫡

13.what did you learn about writing or creating this year?

To not care so much about notes/comments. Obviously, I love getting feedback on my fics (especially comments) but getting too caught up in that can be draining & take the fun out of writing. Now, I just write what I want to keep it fun.

14. What is your advice?

My advice for writing is to just keep writing but don't burn yourself out. Way easier said than done, though. Because right now, I'm dealing with a bit of writer's block so I tell myself it's okay if I only get like one new sentence in. It's better than nothing.

15. What are your creative goals for 2025?

To start & finish a fic with consistent updates and to participate more in ACOTAR weeks. This past year, I only participated in Cas's & Eris's week & it was all last minute. I'd like to be better prepared this year.

Tagging: @ninthcircleofprythian, @sarawritestories, @kymawrites (no pressure though!)

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The Outer Realms -- Chapter 22

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Chapter Twenty-Two:

Honesty Part 1

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“Honesty is the first chapter of the book wisdom.”

― Thomas Jefferson

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“Come on! Tell me! How do you do it?!” Leo begged, staring at Edelweiss who was sitting across from him. His curiosity was buzzing. This guy’s AU must be crazy compared to all the ones his brother visited.

Leo, Ink and Aster were all curious about how he had such strange spells, from cryokinesis to even the ability to appear human without it being a full on illusion. Though Ink had run off to change his clothes due to being covered head to toe in snow a moment ago, the guy was curious about the human transformation.

“I am also curious. Only Boss Monsters have such power on a daily basis, and the ability to transform into such a convincing human form is fascinating.” said Aster, who sat next to his son.

Edelweiss froze up and searched every word in his mind to try to figure out how to explain the way his powers worked and how he had such powerful magic. Finding the best route to go he took a deep breath and did his best to explain.

“For my Ice Magic, it’s a bit… hard to explain.” he began to use the magic to make a large snowflake made of ice, so he could fiddle with it, usually he’d take apart a gun but he didn’t want to seem threatening, “I’ve alwayz had it. At first I wasn’t all zat good at utilizing it but eventually something happened to… force me to train endlessly to improve my skills so I could join za military. I realized zat, to control the weather, the atmosphere itself, itz all about how zou think about it. Condensation, and controlling it through temperature. Once zou get that, itz as easy az breathing.”

He messed with the edge of the snowflake.

“As for za human form… I got zat for taking za soul of a human. Since it waz za same type of soul az one we already had, it waz given to me. I waz supposed to use it to go to za surface to collect za last few souls we needed, but everyone in za military protested because I waz too young, according to them.”

“Too young?” Leo asked, confused, “How old were you when you got it?”

“Ten.” Edelweiss answered. He didn't even need to think about the answer.

“Ten? And you were in the military?!” Aster exclaimed, “Who let you into the military?! Why?! Where were your parents?” shock and horror laced the hybrid’s voice like a thick syrup.

Edelweiss would’ve rolled his eyelights at the questions. “Yes. King Asgore. Because I needed to take care of my brother. And dead.”

Aster was taken aback by how casually and automatically Edelweiss answered the questions. The soldier likely had heard the questions many times in his life. But it was still shocking. How many AU’s did not have an orphanage? What about relatives? Why would the king of his AU let him in?

As they spoke, Ink had gotten the backpack Edelweiss had brought him and took it with him to the guest bedroom that he had woken up in, minding Error’s napping. They were rummaging through it, looking to find anything that could reawaken their missing memories. He found strange weapons and chains that he had no recollection of, and the empty paint vials that felt alien to him. Sure, they held the paints that helped him, but they didn't feel right. Like they didn't belong to him. He didn’t recall carrying jars with him instead of his usual sash of vials. Even the bag itself didn't feel like it belonged to him. He had no recollection of having it.

Upon taking those items out of the bag, he found a notebook that had several journal entries in it.

Was it his diary? Since when did he keep one? Did his scarf finally run out of space?

He opened up to a random page and began reading.

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Entry 5:

The doctors insisted that I need to feel emotions in order to function properly. That they're “important”. That they have a use for self-preservation and having connections with those around me. I don't understand it.

The other patient, Digital Klezmer, also insists that emotions are a necessity. That they are what make the worlds themselves interesting. Diverse.

That being emotionless is like a deck of cards that are all blank.

Nothing they say is really making sense.

It is all illogical.

The asylum itself is evidence of how emotions are useless and do nothing but harm. Perhaps emotions are a mental illness itself.

People are broken, unable to escape their own broken mental states because of their emotions. When I brought this idea up to Digital, he told me that if I kept up this line of thinking I will “lose everything to the house”. When I asked what he meant by that, he said it was Gambling Terminology, essentially meaning that I will lose everything I have and walk away with nothing.

I still don't get it.

What do I have to gain from emotions? What do I lose to not having them?

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Was this even his? He knew exactly what he'd lose by not having emotions. He'd lose his life, his freedom, all his awareness. All feeling in every way, shape, and form. And even then, he had fun, he had connections, he had memories!

He flipped a few pages.

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Entry 15:

Digital Klezmer is the strangest person here. I do not understand him. He always goes and plays the piano in the common room in A-Wing. He will even take the kids of this AU to show them how to play despite his irrational fear of physical contact.

He even taught them several simple melodies.

What did he gain from doing such a thing?

When I asked, he said “Nothing, I just felt like it.”

Though it was hard to understand him. That scarf of his kept getting in the way. Why does he even have it around?

He said it belonged to his brother. Claimed it meant a lot to him.

It's just a scarf.

His AU is gone. It served its purpose. Why keep the scarf around?

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Ink frowned and flipped several pages this time only to find something that they couldn't even describe.

The closest thing he could compare it to, was criminal evidence.

The pages were a mess and hard to understand, scribbles and smudges stacked on top of each other with scrawling and chicken scratches for handwriting. The most he could make out were the words ruined, lost, and done.

Ink didn’t know what they could do with any of this, but he now understood for certain this couldn’t possibly be his. Even the writing itself looked flat under normal circumstances, and they could recall they regularly wrote in cursive, for the sake of comparison. But if this was not him, whose diary was this? 

The artist stopped pacing around the room and sat down against the bed’s side, turning to the back of the notebook for empty pages. He fished through the bag for a pen, pencil crayon, something, and got a broken colored pencil, then just to prove to himself that his handwriting was just as good as he remembered, scribbled random words on the empty page.

Okay. Cool. Definitely different.

Ink sucked in a breath and let his head fall back onto the corner of the mattress behind him, letting Error’s snores fill the atmosphere for a second before he started investigating again. Absentmindedly, he reached for the tail ends of his scarf, but their hands closed on nothing. Ugh, they forgot. Without his scarf, Ink felt a little naked.

They sighed and closed the notebook. Maybe they’d ask Error what was up whenever he decided to rejoin the land of the living, but he was… really irritated before Aster took them out of the room an hour ago. 

But seriously, what the fuck was wrong with whoever owns this notebook? Ink didn’t want to profile them, but it was clear the two of them shared some similarity… in the… no-natural-supply-of-emotions part.

Ink ran his fingers up and down the fabric making the brown sweatpants he pulled on a few minutes ago ground him, letting them wander over the teal star patches sewn into it. They couldn’t figure out why reading through all that made them so disturbed, not when a big part of their work as the Guardian of AUs demanded he reads the scripts of every disturbing AU alongside every other story in the multiverse, and they definitely could get worse than Underfell. He felt sorry for whoever couldn’t stomach the simplicity of Underfell’s premise.

Though, that would mean he felt sorry for Dream, which didn’t have the most respectful connotation… oh my god. Dream.

He sat up immediately and went back into the closet across from the bed, fishing out a brown shirt, teal tank top to put over it, and grabbed one of Leo’s old hoodies, previously a bright blue, but turned a worn gray-blue shade with its age. He needed some layers. He just needed them.

Did they find Dream yet, cause he had a sinking feeling where his soul should have been that screamed NO. 

Their body worked on autopilot, swiping a roll of dark gray sports tape and a silver necklace to add more than just brown and teal to their hopefully temporary look. 

Distantly, they heard the front door open and close, catching the vocals of Aster and Leo welcoming in two other sources of voices which they recognized, but was again struggling with names. Aster is married, right…? That would mean he has another parent, and he was blanking on who that could be.

Ink wrapped the sports tape around his feet and ulna and radius, then twisted the necklace around his right arm. If it didn’t look as good as he visualized, they could always change it. The only thing missing still was his scarf and vials.

Okay, they were definitely missing more than that, but they couldn’t think of anything else they wanted right this minute for another layer of self-stability.

Ink sat down again with the bag and pulled out the last thing that stood out, which was another book, and opened it from the middle. The artist was greeted with solid and simplistic patterns, things one would find in birthday party banners from the dollar store, laminated construction paper that hung from the ceiling. It was that kind of deal. Ink flipped through the pages onwards, finding the same thing over and over and over, and the few differences between them that initially began in that middle segment were gradually taken out.

His brows furrowed, paired with another uneasy feeling he couldn’t recall the word to, and flipped back to the beginning, now greeted with more intricate designs and sketches, uses of the paper that had some life etched into it. There was some variety, drawings of people and places, sometimes things one would find specifically in a doctor’s setting, but the one theme common in most of them was this one specific person. 

A skeleton wearing glasses, wearing a particularly fluffy jacket and a worn scarf, as they were shown almost every time they were drawn. Sometimes they discarded the jacket and stuck with a normal sweater, sometimes their face wasn’t even shown as they were drawn from a different angle, but the owner of this book had drawn them so frequently Ink could tell it was the same person over and over again regardless, but the one thing that stuck out to him the most was the presence of tear-tracks stretching down their cheeks from the bottom of their eyesockets.

It was no surprise there were other errors, even glitches that closely resembled them, throughout the multiverse, but none of them looked almost completely like Error.

The artist twisted from where they sat to look at their slumbering friend, then held up the sketchbook, turned to a page with the odd character, for the sake of comparison. 

Error’s lookalike looked tired, more tired than Error himself did every other day, but this contender really took the cake. And in some sketches, the smile they presented made all of it look like there was no weight to it, no bite.

But Ink still couldn’t shake the feeling something was wrong here, and it was beginning to irritate him beyond all else. He knew he knew this person too, and it wasn’t just their physical features shared with Error that ticked every box. He saw this person somewhere. He knew he did.

The sound of boots clacking against the floor down the hall snapped Ink out of their frustrations, and a particular pattern of soft knocking was audible from the guest room door.

“Ink, are you in there?”

Oh! That was one of the people that just got here! The artist sprang to his feet, the sketchbook an afterthought, and slowly turned the knob so the squeak wouldn’t disturb Error. Ink peeked out the door, his vision blurring with the minimal movement he had to offer, but could almost make out the person waiting for him. Now it finally clicked. This was Gaster.

Ink, by some miracle, managed to suppress the squeaky part of a squeal, pushing the door out of his way to hug Gaster’s legs as his other father laughed softly through his teeth, getting the hint he should be as quiet as possible as well, and backed away from the door as an extra measure as Ink proceeded to jump onto his shoulder, hugging Gaster’s entire face, their arms covering his eyes in an affectionate squeeze. Somehow, Gaster was able to maneuver the both of them out of the hallway despite his loss of sight and Ink’s refusal to budge, the artist’s ribcage rattling up a storm, making a fucked up purring noise. Gaster laughed, though it was muffled.

He reached up and patted Ink’s head and used the walls of the hallway to guide himself back to the dining room where Aster, Edelweiss, Balloon, and Leo were at. He knew he got to the dining room the moment he heard Aster gasp.

“Ink! Get off of your father! You could get both of you hurt like that!”

Ink whined as he felt Aster grab him by his sides to gently lift him off of Gaster’s face. Aster shook his head as he chuckled to himself.

Sons…

Gaster also seemed to take joy in the moment.

“Glad to see you easily remember dad than you do your own brother.” Leo teased.

Ink stuck his tongue out at Leo who rolled his eyelights.

“I see our guest is feeling a bit more comfortable,” Gaster looked over at Edelweiss who gave a nervous shrug.

“He will if you don’t tease the poor thing.” Aster whispered and used his tail to playfully pat Gaster’s shoulder.

“Thanks for helping Ink, by the way,” Gaster smiled, “He got us very worried there for a while.”

Edelweiss shrugged, “I’m sorry I couldn’t do more.”

“Actually wait–” Ink said quickly, “if you can… I mean…do you know where Dream is? Also I’m missing my scarf and a few other things, do you know where they are?”

Aster put the artist down only for him to grab Edelweiss by the shoulders before the soldier could even answer the questions, “Please!”

Edelweiss rubbed the back of his skull and hummed, “I do know where Dream iz, but it will take a while to get zere. Az for zour belongings… I have an idea az to where they could be, but I doubt you’d want to get them on your own, but I might be able to figure out how to get them myself.”

Much to Edelweiss’ shock Ink grinned… then quickly looked away to vomit a pool of his namesake.

“Iz–” “It happens all the time, you’ll get used to it.” Ballon interjected. He didn’t even react when Ink manipulated the mess, shaping it into a carpet, then started changing the design over and over again.

Edelweiss looked at Balloon as if he said the sky was neon pink, and the resident Papyrus’s face brightened in response to his visible shock.

“I’m serious! One day with him will either make you or break you!”

“I think he gets the idea, Dodge Ball!” “Ink, my name is Balloon.” “Peu importe, Ballon.”

Balloon stood up from his seat in a playful threat and cracked his knuckles. “Don’t use your French against me, BROTHER! I WON’T UNDERSTAND YOU!!! I AM BEHIND ON MY FRENCH LESSONS!”

“C'est votre problème de compétence!”

“I DON’T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS, BUT I, THE HILARIOUS PAPYRUS, WILL ASSUME IT IS AN INSULT!!!”

The artist got the message and leaped out of the way of Balloon attempting to grab him. With a shit eating grin on his face, he hid behind Gaster’s legs like the vertically challenged gnome he is in spirit.

“Is everyone here insane or something?” Chara asked.

Edelweiss decided he didn’t want to die today, thus, he kept his mouth shut.

But as if this world hated him, Ink opened his big mouth. “What, you think you wouldn’t fit in or something, Chair-AH—” Leo swatted them with a rolled up napkin, having joined Balloon in messing with him.

Edelweiss grumbled under his breath, “Erschießen Sie mich.”

He was seriously going to have a long, long conversation with Klezmer about his choices in targets to attack. Along with maybe an extremely long month to a year in Asylumtale. Just… trying to figure out how to get this shitty human soul from pissing him off constantly. Perhaps even convincing Toriel to help him get the damn thing to go dormant so he could just live his life without having to put up with the damn demon every five fucking seconds.

“Verpiss dich.” Chara shot back at the soldier.

He heroically held back the urge to freeze his and Chara’s souls in dry ice.

Thankfully now, the world’s unrelenting supply of spite was put on pause. Ink squeezed himself in-between Aster’s wings and the back cushions of the couch, giggling like a maniac as Balloon quickly retreated and Leo attempted to climb right over their father to get to him, pillow in hand.

But have mercy on his impulsive ass, he got swallowed by their parents’ black and violet feathers, trapped for what could be a few minutes. Being trapped with Aster was no joke. The hybrid monster cleared his throat, keeping his grasp on Leo firm until he gave up the struggle and teleported to Edelweiss’s side, picking a couple feathers out of his eyesockets. “So uh. Know how to write with a quill?”

“I know four people who can, not counting myself.” Edelweiss shrugged, taking the biggest feather. He guessed he owed Izanagi an apology gift. Why were their Gasters like this?

In Leo’s absence, Aster had managed to snag Ink in his hold, but unlike his brother, the artist was content with his fate. Gaster sat next to them and crossed one leg over the other. 

“May I have your attention, Ink?” “Of course!” Ink sat up a little straighter, watching as Gaster took off his top hat and pulled out folded fabric. The ringmaster straightened it out, then turned it to a shade of brown and started adjusting the color to something more faded. Ink leaned in closer to watch Gaster work, always fascinated with his mode of creation, even for the little things. “I wanted to know if you remembered anything before you arrived here with Error.” “Ah…,” The artist’s face fell, “I’ve been asking myself the same question, but I don’t really recall anything… sorry.” “Mm.” Gaster nodded, “I figured as much, but didn’t want to question your companion. Aster already tried with little results.” “Eeegh… yeah, that’s Error for ya!” Ink replied. “Is there anything we can do for you? It’s no secret you have a limited supply of paints. I’ve already made a few trips to the Doodlesphere and back–”

Ink nodded along, his face twisting with dull emotion, but enough for it to be obvious he wasn’t exactly pleased. The artist sighed, and Aster patted their head. “The creators have been gone for a while… I thought maybe everyone was taking a break, but it got too long and– someone came in and destroyed as many AUs as they could reach. I don’t… Error and I have been doing what we can to keep the remaining ones safe. I even brought their papers with me just in case they went back for more, but… I don’t know what else to do. I thought you and dad would help.” Aster and Gaster exchanged an understanding glance. Gaster breathed in, but Aster cut him off.

“I don’t know what we can do for the other universes, but maybe we can help you with your paints? We already made a few attempts, but they didn’t do anything to wake you until Edelweiss came along.”

Ink frowned, deep in thought. “It doesn’t work that way, I don’t think… My paints are created through, well, creation, and seeing how there hasn’t been much for a while, I uh– eheheh… I’m not sure if you can make the paints by yourselves. That’s the only process to it as far as I remember. Wait–” He then sat up a bit to look at Edelweiss. Thinking about Aster’s words he asked, “You got me the paints right?”

Edelweiss nodded.

Ink then asked, “Where did you get them from?”

Edelweiss sighed, “His name iz Sketch, he’s a bit like zou in the vain zat zou both don’t have souls and rely on paints to feel anything. But unlike zou, he refuses to take them. And despite this he doesn’t stop functioning. He only really carried them around because he didn’t want anyone to try to trick him into taking them.”

Ink stared at the soldier. So that bag and those notebooks belonged to this Sketch-person. Wait a minute…

“Wait, can he communicate with the creators too???”

Edelweiss thought about it, “The last time I heard anything about him doing so, he could hear them but never really tried. Mainly observed from a distance. I don’t see why he couldn’t communicate with them. Though I think he can only really hear two of them?”

Only two…

Shit.

Gaster looked down at Ink, “I doubt that would be enough to help recover enough of his medication.”

“Surely your friend knows more creators…” Balloon mumbled.

Weiss cringed at the word ‘friend’, “I can’t even say he knowz those creators. Like I said, he only observes them. Maybe he and Ink can go around looking for some. But I cannot promise anything.”

“It’s better than nothing.” Leo shrugged.

It was a gamble, but Ink had to admit it was better than nothing. Before Ink could say anything he saw Error walking into the room, stretching all the tension he could out of his bones.

“Error!” Ink exclaimed, “Have a nice nap?”

Error nodded, “Mmmhm–” he froze and stared at the soldier. Eyeing the shorter skeleton suspiciously.

“Oh, that’s Edelweiss!” Ink said only for the glitch to suddenly attack the soldier with a flurry of scarlet bones. When the shock wore off, they found the chair was impaled beyond repair, but Weiss was gone.

Weiss was barely able to dodge the attack but was able to make a quick teleport to the other side of the room.

“ERROR, WHAT THE—”

“You IDIOT, that’s the guy who shot Dream!” Error growled, “That Klezmer guy was the one who told us that, remember!?”

Edelweiss didn’t deny it.

—---

Klezmer watched as the multiverse went dark. He hated it. Fact was he hated the darkness of what always appeared to be Death. It was just something that made him shudder. He found his target and yet had to contend with the fact that his target was likely going to kill him if he didn’t find Edelweiss should the worst come to fruition. That was his end of the deal.

If anything were to happen. If he were to find himself nearing Death’s door. If he were to be running out of mana. He needed to find Weiss and just be nothing more than a mouse leading the predator to a different target for his own survival.

It was the worst feeling in the world. But here he was, with the weapons that Edelweiss crafted for him.

Edelweiss had discovered that enough gravity magic could force the arrows to shatter. It was thought only Morabito himself could ever break the arrows and destroy them – powderize them. But no. Edelweiss, being the weapons master he was, found that enough Gravity Magic was the one other factor the arrows had no other choice to give into. It took a lot of mana, but he was able to craft the many weapons they all had been relying on to try to at least incapacitate the abomination that was Nightmare.

But this… this was practically his Magnum Opus. The epitaph to Nightmare… hopefully.

Ribbon-spears woven with Klezmer’s strings coated and woven with strings made of the Positivity Magic Morabito had to make the arrows. He had about twenty, considering that he often had Edelweiss’ help with weaving all of them when they were first developed. But this would allow him to be able to control the weapons without even thinking about it, as always.

He had them all pulled back the same way he had them in his fight against Ink. The rotating strings lending their momentum to the ribbon-spears, all the strings pulled taught just to lend to their soon launch to have a velocity and power that would rival any arrow’s pound-per-square-inch.

Here he stood on a gaster-blaster waiting for the abomination to show itself. He even had a ribbon spear, unfurled and wrapped around his neck like a scarf. He knew that if anything, this was going to be a fight to the death, whether he looked for Edelweiss or not. It wasn’t an exaggeration.

That creature was only against killing because it preferred torture. Calling it a monster was insulting. It was more than a monster, more than any demon Izanagi could ever summon. It was worse than that, and the issue was there weren’t enough words in the English language that could properly describe it.

And Klezmer was suicidal enough to say ‘Fuck it, I’ll fight the damn thing to bide Dream some more time to recover because balance and whatever.’

The moment he spotted the damn creature, Klezmer held back the urge to vomit. He wasn’t sure why. Fear? Maybe. Disgust? Possibly.

A complex mix of emotions that couldn’t even be described due to the fact that he could hear Death’s humming as it observed him and the damn creature, knowing what the outcome would be despite the fact that nothing has happened yet?

Definitely.

That damned song.

Oh Death, won’t you spare me over til’ another year?

That accursed song.

That song it loved so much because it showed its favorite aspect of the living. The unyielding begging to be spared from being taken.

Klezmer summoned the embodiment of his contract: The Lantern. He stared at it. Its faint emerald glow made him feel uneasy. He kept it.

He swore he heard a chuckle.

He took a deep breath and used the spell Edelweiss taught him: Calculation.

With a wave of his hand he was able to see where his target was and all the escape routes it could take. It was as if the Check spell was more advanced. More designed for enhancing lethal spells. The moment it finished…

He fired 18 of the ribbon-spears at his possible murderer.

[yourlazykitkat]

Oh ho ho - don’t you know bad girls get extra special presents? 🎁

I would love to hear more about your cheeky little headcanon…

~ S.S. 💋

sexy santa, you really do know how to make a girl feel loved. absolutely no pressure to do this btw, im just jumping at the first chance to let this brainrot out of my brain so I may finally have some peace. (im been thinking about it for a year) Also, i loved being surprised and well, sexy santa knows best 😳

okay so the delusion is based off this type of photography where the shadow is different from the subject (enter stage, daddy azriel's shadows)

okay so imagine this, azriel and eris are beating the ever-loving shit out of each other. Whether it's sparring or an argument gone too far, it's all an excuse to touch. Azriel is fully in deniel about his feelings, he just knows he can't get enough of Eris and hates himself for it. their faces are so close, Eris's breath is always so warm and Azriel is going crazy with how fucking loud his heartbeat it. He has Eris' blood in his mouth and his hand pulling at red hair (why is so silky, what a lovely red). And then, Azriel looks at the eyes of a man he hates and oh isn't he just the most beautiful thing ever.

Then Az quickly turns away, too scared to confront what Eris, fighting for himself, makes him feel. He turns, but he makes the mistake of turning to his shadows. They're innocently (they know exactly what they're doing) doing what shadows do, project the silhouette of those in the sun but when Azriel so close to Eris like this, they look like a pair of lovers, kissing in the sun. Suddenly they arent rivals or reluctant allies, they aren't the Autumn heir and Shadowsinger who hates each other.

Eris gets a jump on Azriel, snapping at him for going easy on him. But now Eris is on top of him, his skin burning, and Azriel has to stop thinking about how much he likes that, how much he doesn't like what they actually are- two people who can never be.

well that was therapeutic, thank you for this. tell me about some of your ideas sexy santa <3

[ofduskanddreams]

Truth or Dare, Azriel?

For @panicatthenightcourt :) The request: Gwynriel and Elucien. Tipsy truth or dare and maybe things get a little bit messy? I chose to make this a modern AU since it wasn't specified hehe.

A/N: It's implied that they've been drinking but let me assure everyone that they're still fully in control of themselves. There is no infidelity in this fic, everything is consented to by all parties involved.

Gwynriel & Elucien ✦ Rated M ✦ 1.3k words ✦ on AO3

Azriel dropped his head onto Gwyn’s shoulder, closing his eyes and inhaling the scents of sunscreen and lavender shampoo.

The bonfire was crackling merrily and carving a pool of orange out of the deep violet night. Crickets chirped, frogs trilled, and the lake water lapped gently at the sand.

He was tipsy.

Gwyn smelled fucking amazing.

There were still four days left of their vacation.

He was at his favorite place with his favorite people.

It was too….

No. 

Azriel sat up, blinking against the firelight and reminding himself that he was allowed to have this without the constant fear of it being stripped away.  

Some things were truly good. Other shoes didn’t always drop.

“Everything alright, Az?” Elain asked. She was curled into Lucien’s side across the fire from them.

“Yeah, fine. I just spaced out.” He hoped his face betrayed nothing. The last thing he needed was for Lucien to spend the rest of their vacation calling him Sadzriel again. 

“Okay,” Gwyn exclaimed with a clap of her hands. “We are going to play a game because it’s too early for us to be getting tired. Besides, we need to give them—” she jerked her head toward the house on the hill “—more time before the cabin will be safe.”

Half an hour earlier, Nesta had dragged Cassian away from the fire claiming she was “tired.” Rhys and Feyre made their excuses not long after.

Gwyn had a point. Even if they wanted to go to bed right now, Azriel knew none of them would be able to fall asleep due to the volume of the others' activities. It was the one downside of this pine-sheltered haven on the lake. 

“What kind of game?” Lucien asked.

Azriel turned to his right. The flames danced tangerine in the teal reflection of Gwyn’s eyes making them gleam with a devilish light. 

His girlfriend shot him a sly smile. “Truth or Dare.”

Elain grinned, “I’m in.” 

“Me too,” Lucien said with a huff of laughter. 

“Az?”

His past experiences of Truth or Dare weren’t what Azriel would call fond memories. Then again, maybe that was an unavoidable consequence of playing with Rhys and Cassian instead of being the fault of the game itself. And the way Gwyn was looking up at him all wide-eyed and lower lip caught between her teeth the way she knew drove him crazy….

“Fine, I’m in too.”

“Don’t sound so excited about it,” Lucien chuckled and Azriel threw an empty beer can at his head.

“If you had my memories of Truth or Dare, you wouldn’t be so psyched about it either,” Azriel grumbled. 

It didn’t take long for the game to spiral in the direction that Azriel had been dreading. They made it once around the circle and then it was Elain’s turn again. He knew it was going to be bad no matter which option he chose. The world may think Elain Archeron the epitome of sweet kindness, but those close to her knew better than to fall to that facade. Elain Archeron could be the devil in disguise.

“Truth or dare, Azriel?” she asked, her tone intentionally disarming.

Knowing Elain for as long as he had, he knew she knew things about him that few did—that Gwyn didn’t. Not yet, at least. They’d been together for a year but some things he wanted to share were so weighty that a year might not be strong enough to hold them. To choose “truth” would be too risky.

“Dare.” Azriel leaned back, leveling Elain with a look of challenge to belie his fear of her next words.

“I dare you to kiss Lucien. For at least five seconds. With feeling.”

And Elain looked so smug at that, Azriel couldn’t help but laugh. Lucien was very attractive. Had they met in a bar and weren’t attached, he’d waste no time. “What do you say, Lucien?”

Lucien wore a smirk as he pushed off the log to stand. “If the ladies want a show, and you are willing, who am I to deny them?”

Azriel rose, moving until they were standing nearly chest to chest. “Oh, if it’s what the ladies want, I’m all in.” 

He shot a questioning glance toward Gwyn over his shoulder. It was only a fun game if everyone thought so, if she didn’t want him to do this he wouldn’t. But Gwyn was smiling, and she waved her hands as if to say by all means, please continue.

So, Azriel reached and tangled his fingers in the thick red hair at Lucien’s nape. He winked at Gwyn. “I always have had a thing for redheads,” and then he stepped into Lucien’s space.

Lucien was slightly taller than him. Azriel had forgotten until he had to tilt his chin at the last second. The kiss started out questioning: hi there, hello—drawing back, a second chaste brush and press—we’re doing this, yes we are.

Then it turned exploratory: how good of a kisser are you?—adding pressure—very good I’ll have you know—Lucien’s hands on either side of his jaw, tipping Azriel’s head as he took control. Azriel nipped Lucien’s lower lip in response to the challenge.

Someone wolf-whistled. Probably Gwyn. Azriel took that as his cue to slow, and Lucien did the same.

The kiss ended sincerely: that was rather nice—a strong press—it was, wasn’t it—parting, then coming back for one last peck, featherlight and lingering.

They stepped away from each other, smiling. Lucien offered Azriel his hand, “Nice work.”

Azriel shook it, “You weren’t too bad yourself.”

Lucien rolled his eyes and went back to sit beside Elain. “Was it everything you hoped for?”

Elain, whose red cheeks (though not as red as Gwyn’s when Azriel looked) were answer enough, but she huffed a laugh, “And then some. I don’t know what I expected but that was… something.” 

Lucien arched an eyebrow, glancing between Azriel and Gwyn with a silent question. Azriel couldn’t deny that the idea intrigued him, but that was something to think about for another night. Now he needed revenge.

“Elain—Truth or dare?” Azriel already knew which one she would choose, but they had to play the game. 

“Dare.” 

Just as he had hoped.

“I dare you to ask Gwyn to go skinny dipping in the lake with you right now.”

“Oh,” Elain feigned surprise. “So that’s how it’s going to be? What do you say, Gwyn, should we give the boys a taste of their own medicine?”

“Now hold on. That wasn’t—” Azriel’s half-hearted protest was interrupted when Gwyn stood up and tugged off her (it was actually his, but she’d stolen it) hoodie.

“There is nothing I would like more,” Gwyn replied with a wicked-looking grin aimed at Azriel. 

Elain and Gwyn walked down the beach, a trail of discarded clothes marking their path to the lakeshore. 

Slowly, Azriel and Lucien rose and turned as one, as if there were little more than puppets on strings. 

Inky water swallowed pale limbs and soft curves as they walked further out. The two women seemed to glow in the light of the nearly full moon reflecting off the breeze wrinkled surface of the lake. They were ethereal, otherworldly, like nymphs or sirens.

Azriel glanced at Lucien to find the man already looking at him. They exchanged nods, starting to follow the trail their girlfriends had left behind.

Gwyn and Elain stopped when the water was just below their shoulders. He wasn’t sure who moved first, but the next thing he knew their hands were in each other's wet hair and they were kissing. 

“Fuck me.” The words sounded like they’d been punched out of Lucien’s gut.

“Yeah,” Azriel breathed. He shared the sentiment.

“Well boys,” Gwyn’s voice carried over the water. “Are you going to just stand there or are you going to join us?”

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