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[fieldofdaisiies]

Azriel x Reader | Soft Hands

type: fluff, drabble warning(s): none, maybe mentions of scars word count: 533 request: @elsie-bells The reader always has hand cream on her and loves to do her nails, so it's not uncommon for her to randomly grab Az's hands and softly massage cream into them, or file his nails. and he just melts! 

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A sheepish smile spreads over Azriel’s face, his gaze trained on you, on how your hands hold his bigger one. Your hands are already moisturised and now you are massaging the aloe vera scented cream into his hands.

Azriel’s marred skin feels rough on yours, just like his calluses and it tells you that it was high time for you to finally take care of his hands again. Azriel would never openly ask you for it, or even admit it that he would want it now, so you always have to take matters into your own hands — quite literally. Oh, but does Azriel love these moments. He almost moans, letting you work your magic. You take care of each on of his fingers, softly massaging his marred skin. There is music playing in the background, some classical music recorded from an orchestra from the Rainbow. You put up some candles and dimmed the light in the room before you put on a face mask. Azriel didn’t want to wear one, he just wanted you to take care of his hands. 

“We are also doing your nails later on,” you say, a small smile playing on your lips. Azriel raises a brow, slight amusement etched into his features. “We are?”

“Yes!” you express happily, and move on to his other hand after having scooped up some more cream. Azriel has his biggest scar on his left hand, it stretches across the whole back of his hand, up to his wrist. Through the dry winter air, the edges lift a little and from how often Azriel is rubbing his hand, and scratching it you know it burdens him. You put an extra amount of cream there, your thumbs carefully and ever so slightly working it in. “I remember when you told me about how you got the scars.” “It was at the House of Wind.” You smile at the memory — it is a sad smile though. “Yes, it was. We had been dating for two weeks I think and I was so proud of you for opening up, but at the same time I felt so violent about them having done this to you.”

Azriel smiles a little and closes his eyes. “My wonderful mate.”

“I still feel violent.” You bring his left hand to your mouth and kiss his knuckles. “But let’s not talk about that now, I just want good feelings tonight.” Azriel agrees and then also agrees to letting you file his nails. You do it gently and carefully, tending to each of his finger nails. Azriel smiles constantly, watching your concentrated and focused expression and falls even more in love with you in this very moment. You accept him the way he is, accept his body the way it is. You never cared about his scars, you were curious, of course, he cannot blame you for that, but it was never uncomfortable. You love him the way he is, and he loves you the way you are. And now, he loves you — if that is even possible— just a bit more, silently regarding you while you do your work, his eyes glowing with admiration and his chest warming with love. 

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[kale-theteaqueen]

Will You Let Me Hold You?

Written for @nestaarcheronweek Day 4: Lover

Summary:

“You want to hold me?” Nesta asked, almost as if he was speaking a different language.

The implications of it broke his heart, just a little more.

“Yes,” Cassian answered.

“Just hold me?”

“Yes, Nesta. Hasn’t anyone ever held you, just because they could?”

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Aka 5 times Cassian shows Nesta affection through physical touch, and one time she returns the favor.

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[b00kdiary]

Which WIP should I finish?

I currently have two WIPS for my SJM Men x Plus size Reader series.

One is a bat boys x reader, porn with little plot in the steam room. And the other is more sad, (requested) for Azriel being taken care of after a hard mission (angst, fluff and smut.)

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[az-cain]

Hi y’alllllll I changed it. arson-tm → az-cain

A few moots: @sebsxphia @babyonboardfloyd @peachystenbrough @girl-in-the-chairs-void @cherrycola27 @eerievixen @beskarprincessjenny @amchapel (except casse already knows)

[cassiefromhell]

okay so here are the options for Bats and Fire 03. none have been written yet and i’m VERY open to future chapter ideas (including nsfw)!!! send them in! but y’all get to vote for chapter 03!

(don’t wanna know what the next ep options are/might be? don’t look below cut!!!)

1. “Salty” in which y/n comes home from a failed mission, beat up extremely irritated by her unsuccessful day.

2. “The Calendar Situation” in which y/n must construct a date schedule with her mates. The only issue… they are five very needy males.

3. “The Bookworm Female and her Very Rich Males” in which, SHOCKER, y/n goes to the bookstore/library with her mates.

4. “Hell” in which y/n’s biannual cycle comes.

Poll will be up for 24 hours and then I will start writing the winner.

Please leave any ideas in comments below or submit them through my askbox! This is a fun scenarios series with only a few connecting dots between the episodes, so it doesn’t matter in what order things are written in.

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[stormkobra-5]

Connected: The House of Fett Poster

[Series Masterlist]

You’d felt him using the Force. Manipulating it. Calling your name.

Ner cyar’ika.

He’d called you that, hadn’t he?

“I-I don’t know what a Dyad is,” Poe stammered as he stood, his next question clearly evident on his face as he surveyed your surroundings, surroundings which were most definitely not Tython. Old trees adorned with red, orange, and golden leaves grew tall and straight around you, dropping their foliage into a crunching mess of color beneath your feet. The sapphire sky held two moons instead of one, and you stood on the precipice of a steep hill lined with stones and roots. “What the hell…”

“A Dyad,” Qui-Gon said, crossing his arms, “Is a strong bond between two individuals, usually Force-sensitive. It can span vast distances of time, space… No matter the circumstances, communication is possible. Often, those bonded with a Dyad can speak to one another without using their voice.”

Poe took it in stoically, although his wide eyes and parted lips showed his surprise. You felt his surprise, alongside your own. “So… Y/N and I…”

“Share a Dyad,” Qui-Gon finished for him, nodding to emphasize the fact that, yes, there’s now a deep link between the two of you.

One that can never be broken.

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[supremewolfren]

Hey friends!

I'm going on vacation and won't be able to write at all. I will be around while I'm gone.

I am literally so excited, I get to meet one of my best friends and I cannot wait.

The Epilogue for The Devil's Gift will go live when I return.

Algiz: Protection will resume posting the week following.

Tagging both fic lists in the update for visibility.

For my Algiz readers, I'm sorry that the posts havent been regular but I appreciate the patience and support you've had💕

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[fieldofdaisiies]

Azriel Drabble

Azriel’s smile is warm, his gaze tired when it meets yours through the room. You return his smile, knowing this day has been long, the previous week exhausting.

And you know he needs you, you need him. Holding him, caressing him, talking about his mission while sharing some sweet kisses.

Yearning and longing fills the bond, stretching out. You both just want to go home, want to be alone.

So when hours later the meeting finally ends, it is what you do, rushing home immediately, stripping out of most clothes and tumbling into bed.

You kiss the top of Azriel’s head when you pull him to your chest. The shadowsinger hums, burying his face in your cleavage, drawing in a deep breath. "So soft," he hums and kisses your skin.

You manage to pull the thick blanket over the both of you, getting all warm and cozy, giggling lightly at your sweet mate.

"I missed you so much," he mumbles, voice muffled. Momentarily his tired, heavy-lidded gaze meets yours and he smiles. Then lowers his face again, chest heaving with a deep inhale.

Your hand brushes through his hair, lower to his neck, down his back and up to his hair again. Azriel’s arms curl tighter around your body, leaving no room between the two of you. You practically merge, wanting to be as close as possible. With his knee Azriel wedges your thighs apart, bringing you even an inch closer. Delighted about your closeness, the spymaster releases a loud, happy sigh that has you giggling.

"I missed you, too, my love. More than you can imagine," you say and kiss Azriel’s head once again, your hand, that is not in his hair, moving to his strong arm, fingers brushing over the dark swirls of ink.

The spymaster’s wings flare, shielding you from the outside world. In this cocoon it is just the two of you—your needy Illyrian baby and you, his beloved mate, finally together, united, madly in love.

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thanks to @azrielscrown's post about soft Az, I couldn’t stop thinking about it and just had to squeeze this tiny drabble in here💙

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[kale-theteaqueen]

A Practice in Self Care

Written for Day 3 of @nestaarcheronweek , Prompt: Self Care

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The shower water was warm over her back, soothing the tense muscles in her neck, her shoulders.

She adored this space – the warm tiles and the waterfall spray that allowed her to wash without submerging in the water. It was a contraption he’d built personally for her, in their little cabin, away from it all.

There was something about the knowledge that it had been with his bare hands, rather than magic, that added to the sanctity.

Nesta breathed out, head tilting back to rinse the suds from her hair. Vanilla and bergamot filled her nose – pleasant, and her favorite scent, after testing each and every one the best apothecary in Velaris had to offer – at his insistence.

In this little house, full of comfortable silence and warm, amber light, she tuned into herself, her body, and focused entirely on the concept of relaxation.

It was a ritual that had started in the weeks after Nyx’s birth.

He’d caught her washing – somehow for the first time in all the months they’d spent together. He’d stood in the doorway and watched her scrub hard at her skin until it was suitably red – the way she’d always done, if only to feel clean and worthy. She’d never known a different way to do it, really. The maids at the Archeron estate had always done so, and when she lived in that cabin, she felt so dirty all the time. That only got worse after the Cauldron.

And when she’d looked up, noticing him there, she was surprised at the way his brows were deeply furrowed, concern tightening his jaw.

“Do you always do that?” He’d asked, head tilted in the little way that told her that the way she was operating apparently wasn’t what normal, healthy people did.

It gave her pause.

“Do what?”

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[bloodycassian]

 Cauldron Damned. 

Reader x Cassian + Feyre BFF

Prompt -  bestie bestie bestie a cassian x reader fic where reader helps feyre with the cauldron - not rhys and she ya know  like rhys did and cassian basically breaks down and it’s super angsty but rhys lives so the reader gets to aswell ig tag @ bellefleurs and @ eerievixen

Her hair was a mess and painted to her neck with sweat but you still held her. Still gave and gave, until you were out of breath. Until you could feel yourself slipping. "Keep going.... You're doing so good." You panted out, trying to put a smile in your tone. She was the Mother herself, forging that cursed Cauldron back together.  Rhys was breathing heavily behind you after being knocked out by Lucien. You had given the Autumn court son a look and he had known what you needed him to do. Rhys would be snarling mad when he woke, but you knew what you had to do. To save your home, to save the entire world. Feyre was ready to risk it all, fearless and full of hope. You had to save that hope for your Court. Better you than her, better the high lady and lord survive than just an officer. You smiled at the thought of what you'd told Cassian before this final battle. Before you knew it would turn into saving the entire world from the Cauldron's vengeance.  "You better make damn sure my memorial statue looks fantastic. No priestess, though. Make sure it makes my wings stand out." You joked on the flight to the base camp. Cassian danced around death like he was it's balancing point. Like he was in tune with each and every death or life dealt. He laughed at your abruptness on the subject.  After months of skittering around each other, of trying not to stare too long or acknowledge that pull you felt towards him... It was nice to finally be alone. To let that tension ease out with a few jokes. It was too easy to be with him, like you'd known him much longer in the year of preparation for this battle.  "And you better make sure my wings are bigger than yours on that sculpture." He banked around a large cliffside and you followed, like a magnet. Like you could read his mind, you turned when he did. He rose with you, compensating for the cool mountain wind.  You rolled your eyes dramatically, flapping a bit higher than him for emphasis as you drawled out "Poor War General, his wing size matters so much to him." He shrugged, circling lower and lower with you until you were on the ground together amid a clearing. The grass was soft, covered in early morning dew. "Some say wing size dosen't matter, you know." You said with a wink, making him double over with laughter. It made you begin laughing too when he started running out of breath.  Once you had both collected yourselves, You began building a fire together. Rather, a massive bonfire that was to act as the signal to the army for where to move. His face was grim when he threw the last of the logs together. You understood why. "The Kings army will be here before us." You said, voice low. He only nodded. You kneeled in the wet grass, one knee down the other one supporting your wrist bracer. He followed you silently.  You spoke in unison, the ancient words from all the Illyrian warriors before you: "Name me God of Death today. Let us bring that name to those who do us wrong." + Feyre muttered something you couldn't hear. The darkness crept further in on you. You could see some light between your blurred vision. You could see how her hands lit up the cracks in the ancient stonework. You could feel her practically vibrating with the strain.  Your tears dribbled on to her shoulder, knowing these would be your final moments with her. Your final moments in this world. There was no better way you'd spend it than saving her. Spending those last few minutes being able to tell her how amazing she was. You felt her smile when you leaned your head against hers. Your heart ached. You whispered what you hoped were encouraging words in her ear. A rupture of sound- a crack fully mended -and your chest filled with blooming pride at your friend.  There was something crackling, ripping. You weren't sure if it was inside you or if it was the magic Feyre was performing. There was a gasp behind you and rustling, but you dared not take your concentration away from her. Away from how she leaned back into you. Dared not speak a word to distract her other than giving her those little jabs of confidence when she started to shake.  "You got it, Feyre. You can do this." You managed, before that caving feeling in your chest seemed to give in. You were breaking, you knew that much. But she wasn't done yet. Your breath leaked out from you, like you were being squeezed.  "Make it all worth it, Feyre." You managed to whisper out before you could no longer hold yourself up anymore. You laid back, your legs wrapped around her, mirroring her own. You hooked a foot on top of hers and gave her what you could from where you crumpled.  Death was easy, slow. Like a soft lullaby taking you away. You knew what lay before your body, and only hoped you were enough to get Feyre to where she could mend the rest on her own. You gave her all of your soul, all your being. She had to make it. You let the wave of that soft lullaby take you under.  + Cassian didnt think before shoving his way through the crowd into the tent. Didnt consider what he might find there, and how his heart may be ripped from him at the sight of it. The death that crept at that tent was a feeling he wouldnt forget in a thousand lifetimes.  His best friends lying unconscious on the floor before the cauldron. He went numb, still like a cold glacier. Lucien frantically shook Rhys, attempting to wake him. Cassian's head roared and he was falling to his knees at your side. He took your head in his lap, gently. As if he could still hurt you. He didn't notice he was crying until he saw the fat teardrops on your cheek. He wiped them away, leaving dirt smeared there. Another yell of anguish, and Rhys was coming to. From the sound of the yelling or from Lucien shaking him.  Azriel entered the tent then, solemn. Then his eyes widened. Those shadows darted around the room, taking each member of the court into account. The shadowmaster rushed to Feyre, checking her pulse and sighing. He noted the way your leg tangled around hers. His heart gave a painful squeeze. He saw both his brothers in agony. And he swore on his life there would be no place for the cauldron to be found again. Cassian cradled his mate's head in his lap, rocking gently. Rhys' dark power cracked the sky outside the tent once he was conscious.  Rhys rushed to Feyre, scooping her in his arms. He brushed her hair back from her face. Azriel could practically hear the mental screaming coming from both of them. The shadowmaster laid a hand on top of yours, closing his eyes and letting his tendrils of power, of those whispering shadows reach out. They circled your head, slowly like a snake.  He felt that song then, singing back with his own. The essence of your soul, dancing around your aura.  His eyes flashed open in surprise, then a manic laugh rumbled from his chest. "Rhys-" He breathed, pulling his attention away from a waking Feyre. Cassian looked up in a flash at his brothers, watching them exchange looks.  "Bring my mate back now." Cassian growled at Rhys. The tone was utterly deadly. Promises of death from the Lord of Bloodshed if his command was not answered. Azriel's eyes darted between his brothers. As if he was expecting Cassian to attack. The high lord would have been gaping at him if he hadn't experienced the same pain of almost losing a mate. He nodded, pulling himself together long enough to enter your vacant mind. Then the cauldron was humming, as he dipped a mental hand into it as well. +  Rhys' commanding voice rang out over your land of lavender and sunshine. "She will miss you." His voice was soft, but the attention it drew was still there. The meadow you laid in was softer than any silk in Velaris. More luxurious than any chair made to accompany your wings. You sighed, taking in the sweet scent before he spoke again.  "Too much, I believe. Especially when she hears about what you did to save her." He appeared at the edge of the soft meadow, the grass around him waving like the sea. You sat up, dazzled at the sight of him here. In such a bright, lovely place. His tanned face seemed to glow with the smile he held for you. "I'm tired." You said, voice groggy. You wanted to lay back down. You closed your eyes, for just a second and when you opened again he was in front of you, crouched. He held a tattooed hand out, giving you a nod. "Just come with me and you can nap all you want." His eyes sparkled. Not with that starlit power, but with tears ready to spill over.  You took that hand and closed your eyes.  + Feyre's warm hand in yours was the first thing you felt when you woke. Rhys held her in the corner atop a pelt rug beside you. The brothers leaned against each other. Rhys played with Feyre's hair as she rested. The sight of them together, him protecting her so well made your heart sing in approval. you knew she always deserved someone as good as Rhys. The fire where the Cauldron once was made the tent cozy. There were no sounds other than the soft breathing and the occasional pop of wood on the fire.   Azriel sat at the door, sword on his lap. Ready to kill if anyone dared enter. Then, you looked to the softness that cradled you. Cassian's face was covered in dirt, blood and more. He looked exhausted. Like he had been beaten, lost and beaten again. You tried a weak smile at him.  Clean rivers ran down from his eyes, revealing the dark skin underneath. "I couldn't let you get a statue without me." He said, voice trembling. You smiled the best you could and reached a hand to stroke his cheek.  "How-" You began, but he shushed you. "Just..rest for now. We can talk in the morning." He brushed a thumb over a silent tear that trickled from your eye. You nodded, and let him pull the blanket more firmly around you. Lulling you to sleep with soft humming.

[slutsofren]

after that last ask...14 plz 🙏🏽

eerievixen!! [blows you a kiss]

ok ok ok so entirely different scene altogether and i should preface by saying that it may change between now and when this scene happens buuuuut---

There's nothing you could do. Not even a pathetic scream rises from your throat. All you can do is watch and sob as Cassian falls limp on the dirty cobblestone beneath him, torso and wings blown to shreds.

This wasn't supposed to happen, not like this. You specifically begged him to stay silent no matter what, to keep him wrapped in the shadows with Azriel and you failed, you failed him.

send me a happy fic ask!

[sarcasmsweetie]

A Better Life, Epilogue

Dearly beloveds, we’ve made it to the end of the line. Though this of course does not mean I’m done with Y/n Archeron and Azriel. I have a few small slice of life scenes in my head I plan on sharing as some bonus content, but this is truly the end of the story! I always knew what the very, very end of the story would be, but I was a bit lost as to how we were going to get these goobers there. I think I’m truly happy with the road this part has chosen, and I hope you enjoy as well! Thank you all so much for joining me on this journey, and I can’t wait to see you all in future adventures!

Pairing: Azriel x Oldest Archeron Sister

Word Count: 2.3k

Part 5 | Masterlist

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Five Years Later

I was pulling baking sheets out of the countless ovens found in Helion’s kitchen when little Nyx came running in giggling. “Auntie, Auntie, help me hide!” He came running around the counter, and I quickly closed the oven doors to make sure he didn’t accidentally burn himself.

“You have to be careful in here, Nyx! What did we talk about with being careful around the hot ovens?” I watched as he hid behind the skirts of my dress, still giggling and ignoring what I was saying. I didn’t have to wait long to see who I’m hiding him from when a mass of shadows entered the kitchen, causing Nyx to squeal. I bit back my smile to look down at Nyx with wide and surprised eyes. “Oh no! Are the big shadows chasing you?” I made a show of fluffing my skirts to hide him better and turned to look at the playful shadows in question. I straightened my shoulders and spoke in my most authoritative voice. “Be gone, foul shadows! I will not allow you to touch a hair on the fair prince’s head!”

Nyx continued to giggle, and I carried on with the show as I brandished a spatula as a sword, fully prepared to play-fight with the shadows to ‘protect’ Nyx. The shadows ‘lunged’ at me, and I put the occasional training received from Cassian to good use as I pretended to fight them off. After a moment, they dramatically fell to the floor and I let out a victorious cheer. Nyx came out of hiding, cheering along, before poking at the shadows to let them know they can get back up. I watched them happily climb up his little legs and arms, tickling him as they moved. His giggles came back in full force, and I smiled as I picked him up. The shadows stopped with the tickling, but continued to dance around us. Both Nyx and I looked up to see a smiling Az leaning against the doorframe into the kitchen.

“Utilizing allies to help face your foes, I see?” I gave him an exasperated look, which only caused his smile to widen.

“You Illyrians. Can we not teach the toddler battle tactics just yet? This very much sounds like something that can wait until his age hits double digits.” Azriel had walked into the kitchen as I spoke, leaning against the counter as he kept that insufferable smile in place.

“He’s the heir to the Night Court – it is never too early for any sort of lesson. Isn’t that right, little one?” Nyx was nodding, but I noticed his eyes were locked on the various treats I had been working on throughout the day. Az followed his line of sight, and I used the spatula to slap his hand away as he reached for a pastry. He hissed, pulling his hand back with a fake glare in place.

“This food is not to be touched by anyone until later tonight. Am I clear, gentlemen?” Nyx looked like he was about to disagree when Feyre appeared in the doorway.

“There you are, Nyx. I told you to stay away from the kitchen while Auntie Y/N worked.” His wings lowered slightly, almost like a dog’s ears when getting scolded. I placed a kiss to the top of his head before setting him back down on the ground.

“Go on with your mama. I promise you that you can eat as much as you possibly can later tonight at Auntie Elain’s party, okay?” His eyes brightened at the promise and he dashed off to his mom.

“Are you doing okay, Y/N? Is there anything I can do to help?” I smiled at my sister.

“Just keep that little one distracted enough before tonight. And maybe out of the kitchen?” Feyre nodded, tugging Nyx along with her. I turned back to the other remaining person in the room to see that he was already looking at me.

“And what about ‘foul shadows?’ Do they need to be kept out of the kitchens as well?” I nodded, face looking solemn.

“Oh, absolutely. I fear the foul shadows and their cruel master are the biggest distractions yet.” He moved from his side of the counter over to mine, bumping my shoulder.

“Well I suppose this ‘cruel master’ will be leaving without handing off a small little token he procured for the fair maiden.” I immediately perked up and he laughed. I felt my heart skip a beat as I watched the carefree smile spread across his face, something I’ve been seeing more of these past few years.

After my 30th birthday party, we continued with sending letters, but he started to visit me in the Winter Court. The first visit was brief – he was on his way to Spring to check in with Tamlin, but took an hour or so to stop by and say hello. After that, it was almost a monthly visit, coming by for a meal or some event. If he was ever working in any of the surrounding courts, he would visit then as well.

I would of course visit the Night Court a bit more frequently, watching little Nyx grow, and Az and I would take on babysitting duties from time to time when I was in the city. It felt nice, getting to know one another and grow as friends. Ever since he had given me the bracelet with his shadow, he’s been staying true to his words of waiting until I was ready. He never once pushed for anything I wasn’t comfortable with, unless you counted trying some of the ‘delicacies’ from Summer. We quickly learned on a Summer Solstice that exotic seafood is not exactly a favorite of mine, and he found immense joy in trying to get me to eat things that looked as if they should not be eaten.

I had been more than perfectly content with how our relationship had progressed, though I recently began wondering if I was ready to try and move onto something else with the Spy Master. More specifically, I began wondering if I was ready after Lucien and Elain asked if I could cater their small mating and wedding celebration here at Day, where they have taken up a permanent residence. Seeing my best friend so incredibly happy with his mate got me questioning if I was ready to reach out to Azriel for something more, though I found myself scared at the possibility of being rejected yet again.

I was pulled out of my thoughts with Azriel gently pushing some stray hair behind my ear, eyes soft and an even softer smile in place. “There you are. Thought I lost you for a second there.”

I offered my own small smile. “I’m here, I promise. And I will only allow the cruel master to remain if the token is up to par.” He chuckled, moving his hand away from me to reach into his pocket.

“I do hope this not only meets, but exceeds, any expectations you may have, fair maiden.” He handed me a small box, and I looked up to him in curiosity. It was a flat wooden box, not longer than the length of my index finger.

Opening the lid, I felt the air leave my lungs. Nestled within a velvet pillow was a silver key. I looked up at him, and although he looked calm to anyone else, I could see the nerves swirling in his eyes. “Az, what is this?”

His hands gently cradled mine as he stepped closer to me. “This is a key to a door.” I narrowed my eyes at the explanation, and he chuckled. “The door will one day belong to a home on a plot of land I’ve purchased in the mountains of the Night Court. A home that I’m hoping you would be inclined in helping me design. A home that I’m hoping you would be inclined to move into.” I stared at him, thoughts running faster than I could catch up with. “I know you never considered Velaris to be your home, and I know you’ve built a life in Winter. But I’m hoping we could maybe work towards a compromise, whenever you’re ready, and live in our own little winter wonderland in Night. It doesn’t have to be now. It doesn’t even have to be a year from now. But I want you to understand that I am ready and willing to do anything, be anywhere, to make a future with you work.”

I stared up at him, and I know he was waiting for a response, for me to say something. But my mind was still reeling and it’s as if I had forgotten every word in existence. So I chose to respond in the only way my brain could come up with: I stood up on my tip toes and kissed him. It was a brief, fleeting kiss, as it was pretty clear neither of expected that response. But as soon as I pulled away and met his eyes, he gave me a smile brighter than any I’ve seen on that damn face of his before leaning in to kiss me properly.

He pulled the box from my hand, setting it on the counter, before those gloriously warm hands reached up to cup my face. His lips were warm, surprisingly soft, as they pressed against mine. I moved my hands behind his neck, accidentally brushing his wing in the process. I felt the growl rumble through his chest as his hands moved to grab my hips tightly, pulling me closer to him. I played with the ends of his hair, tugging it slightly as the kiss deepened. He pushed me backwards until I hit the counter before lifting me up to sit on a clear spot, all without breaking the kiss. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling like I was climbing a goddamn tree with the way I was wrapping myself around him, bringing him closer to me, but I found that I couldn’t quite care at the moment.

One of his hands had moved from my waist to my neck, suddenly grabbing my hair and pulling me back. Both panting, I couldn’t look away from his hooded gaze as he looked me over. “Is this really what you want?”

I grabbed a hold of his collar, bringing him back to me. “I don’t do anything I don’t want to.” His answering grin was downright sinful, but before he could lean in the rest of the way, we noticed his shadows frantically move around us as if trying to hide us. Helion’s booming voice came from the kitchen’s entrance, and I looked up to Az with wide eyes.

“You know I am all about free loving, but usually I’d like to be invited when it’s in my own house.” I could hear the smirk in his voice, and I dropped my head against Azriel’s shoulder with a sigh.

“We were just… testing out some recipes, Helion.” The High Lord laughed.

“Sure, just make sure these ‘recipes’ don’t get in the way of my son’s big night, yes?”

“Nothing can keep me from getting everything ready for tonight, don’t you worry.” Helion hummed as if he didn’t quite believe it, but Azriel and I both heard him walk out and down the hall.

The shadows remained around us, and I took this newly quiet moment to look him over, fingers still lightly toying with the ends of his hair.

“Now that my brain is no longer spinning and I can think straight, how does this sound to you: we design this perfect home in the mountains of Night, of course with a stable because you best believe Fenrir is a part of this package.” Az chuckled, but his eyes were bright as he hung onto my every word. “As the house is being built, I can work on settling things in Winter so that everything is in order there for when I leave. At the same time, you can think long and hard about your own favorite recipes, because I would very much like to prepare your favorite dish for the first night in our new home.”

I wiped the tears from his cheeks as I watched them fall, smiling and feeling lighter than I ever have. “You would cook for me?” His voice was gruff, and I felt the tears begin to build behind my own eyes.

“If you’ll have me, I will cook for you for the rest of our days.” His smile shone brighter than the sun in Day as he lifted me from the counter and began to spin around the kitchen. I gasped first at the sudden movement before joining him in laughter. His shadows danced around us, celebrating as well, before he gently set me back on the floor. He gently held my face as he placed a kiss on my forehead, remaining there for a moment and I felt his smile form again.

“My mate. My fierce, beautiful, perfect mate.” He pulled back and his smile began to turn devilish. “The fox doesn’t really need us here tonight, right? All of the food looks nearly complete, and I can think of much better ways to utilize our time.”

I smacked his arm, but couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. “I will not abandon my sister, nor my dearest friend, during the biggest celebration of their lives.” I bit my lip as his smile fell into a pout that has no right being so cute on his face. “But if, after some mingling, I find myself so terribly exhausted from my day of cooking, I wouldn’t say no to my big, strong Illyrian mate escorting me to my rooms.” His eyes darkened, practically promising that I bit off more than I could chew with that comment, but I felt myself buzzing with excitement.

“Anything my mate wants, my mate will get.”

[az-cain]

5 things tag game

seen on @massivecolorspygiant’s blog

5 things you’ll find in my bag: tons of pencils/pens/utensils, bandaids, a small leather wallet, a pocket knife, blank paper or a small sketchbook

5 things you’ll find in my bedroom: bones, books, rocks, stuffed animals, and art things

5 things I’m currently into: moon knight, eddie munson🫡, playing trumpet, drawing, oscar isaac and pedro pascal (they count as one)

5 things on my to-do list: practice my instrument, clean my bedroom, cook shawarma, meet up w some friends at a nearby river

no pressure tags: @amchapel, @scarabgrant, @eerievixen, @wwinterwitch, @later-gators12, @psychadelic-blasphemy, @smut-angel, @arsonhotchner, @beskarprincessjenny, and anyone else who wants to!!

[stormkobra-5]

Yavin IV & Tython: The House of Fett Poster

[Series Masterlist]

“He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”

—Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights

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When Miguel returned, he seemed oddly calm. Almost eerily so. 

You’d been married long enough to know that usually meant he’d done something he deemed necessary, but that most would consider extreme or outright bad. 

Miguel was always able to make the hard decisions that way.

He stood with his shoulders relaxed, his arms hanging loose by his sides. His hands weren’t twitching, nor were they balled into fists like they normally would be. He wore that familiar flat expression, crimson eyes lidded. 

You observe him quietly as he stands, gaze matching yours evenly. 

“I did what I said I would do.”

“And that would be?” You question him in return, hands folded in your lap protectively. 

“I took care of the problem.”

No sooner are the words out of his mouth are you on your feet, approaching him swiftly. 

“What the hell does that mean Miguel?” The words come out severely, your voice set in a low, almost conspiratorial whisper. 

His expression changes little, the only outwardly visible sign that he heard you is the slight quirking of his lips downward at being addressed by his given name. 

“Layla. She was a problem. So, I did what needed to be done.”

You’re immediately horrified at the implication. 

Your eyes and mouth widen, and you slowly, carefully back away from the man you once considered the love of your life. 

“Miguel…you didn’t.”

“She made threats. Said she would hurt me, hurt us if I didn’t deal with her. So I did.” 

In the moment, you feel incredibly conflicted. 

Yes, Layla was the woman who had been sleeping with your husband and harassing you, but you also couldn’t fully convince yourself that she’d deserved to die. 

Taking a seat on the bed, you try to further process this information. 

“You…you killed her.”

“Yes.” Miguel’s voice is even, he’s seemingly unaffected by his heinous act. 

You’re silent again, trying to decide what to say next.

“What about her family Miguel? And the other spiders? How will you handle them when they realize she’s gone? And what did you do with her body?”

You’re not entirely sure why you want to know such macabre information, but you do. 

You try to convince yourself that it’s more out of concern than a morbid sense of curiosity. 

“Layla didn’t have any family. She came from a different universe, where she’d lost mostly everything she had, including her people. As for the other spiders,” he pauses, finally looking away before turning back to you, his expression the same as before, “they didn’t know about Layla. She kept hidden, never interacting with them out of fear.”

“Fear of what,” you press. “Fear of how they might receive her when they found out you were cheating on your wife with her?”

The words come out scathing, and Miguel at least has the decency enough to look ashamed. 

“Yes,” he finally says after a few tense moments. 

You nod, standing and walking towards Miguel. 

“So now what? Your mistress is dead and your wife is locked away. It looks like you’ve had your cake and gotten to eat it too huh, Miggy? The majority of the blame lies squarely on your shoulders, but you’ve suffered the least.”

Your arms are folded across your chest defensively, eyes narrowed as you gaze up at the man who once held your heart. 

He can’t seem to meet your eyes, and he appears to be mulling over your words. 

“I know you’re angry,” he speaks, and the words are shaky. “And you’ve every right to be. But please __, please understand that I’m truly sorry. I regret ever having sought out another. You were completely right, I am a fool. And a shitty hero, and an even shittier husband. There’s no excusing what I’ve done but…”

To your absolute shock, Miguel gets down on both knees, head bowed and gloved hands tightly gripping yours. When he looks up, there are tears streaming heavily down his face, and you internally roll your eyes. 

“But please let me make this right. What more must I do to prove to you that my love for you is still true? Name it, and I’ll do it.”

“Let me go.” 

Miguel releases a shaky breath, head bowing once more. 

“I-...anything but that.”

“Then there’s nothing you can do, Miguel. I want to be free of you. And if you really loved me as much as you claimed, enough to kill for me, you’d fulfill this one simple request.” 

His grip on your hand tightens as he seems to consider your words. 

Finally, after some moments Miguel stands, his tears having somewhat dried. 

“I can’t…I can’t let you leave just yet. But,” he meets your eyes, crimson gaze sharp. “I’m willing to compromise.”

At this, your ears perk up, curious to see what he has to say. 

“I just want 1 month. 1 month to try and earn back your heart. If after that time you’ve truly lost your love for me, I-I’ll…” he takes a deep breath, eyes shutting before opening again. “I’ll release you, and leave you be.”

You remove your hand from his grip, turning away from him momentarily. 

“How do I know I can trust you to keep your word Miguel? How do I know this isn’t some sort of trap, that you won’t find some sort of loophole to exploit?” You level him with a critical stare. 

Miguel’s shoulders square, his hands balling into fists, both signs of his resolve.

“After what I’ve done, I can’t blame you for not trusting me. But I swear on my life that I mean what I say. Just 1 month, that’s all I ask.” The man’s eyes have become softer and more rounded as he spoke, and you can tell he’s being sincere. 

“I want time to think it over. In the meantime, I want you to leave me be. So that I can think in peace, without your influence. That means no talking to me through the intercom, no spying through the cameras and no randomly showing up at my door.”

A few seconds pass, but Miguel reluctantly nods, turning to the door. 

“Take as much time as you need,” he mumbles over his shoulder, before exiting. 

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It’d been 3 days, and you believed you’d finally come to a decision. 

“Miguel! Come here. We need to talk.”

Silence met you, but only for a few minutes before beeping could be heard from your door. 

It slid open, revealing Miguel. He looked a little better than he had before- his hair wasn’t as messy and his face wasn’t so droopy. 

He entered with cautious but anxious steps; he was excited to see you, as it had been three days. You appreciated that he’d respected your wish, and took it as a good sign. 

Well, as good a sign as it could be, given the circumstance. 

“Have you made your decision?”

You nodded, moving from the bed to sit in your swinging chair. You began swinging absentmindedly, taking a deep breath before speaking. 

“...I’ve decided that I will give you one month, though to be completely honest, you’ll be more so trying to earn my forgiveness before anything else.” His eyes snap to yours, but otherwise he seems to be calmly listening. 

“During this month, you will not smother me. You will give me the space I need to think and process my emotions. You will not bombard me with questions and constant check-ups. I recognize that in order for you to show me you’ve changed, we’ll need to be around each other some of the time, but I get to dictate when. This is the very least you owe me given what you’ve put me through.” 

You’ve held eye contact with him as you spoke, to gauge his reaction. You could immediately tell he wasn’t the most pleased with your stipulations, but oh well. It’s what you wanted, and if he wanted you to cooperate, he would have to agree. 

He took a moment to respond, but you were surprisingly pleased by what he said. 

“That’s perfectly reasonable. I’ll allow you all the time and space you need, and when the month is up, I’ll ultimately respect your decision.”

“Very good.” Standing, you approach the larger man, eyes slowly drifting across his face. “There had better not be any funny business. Don’t make me regret trusting you a second time Miguel.”

He frowned, eyes softening. “You won’t, I promise.” 

With that, you both separated and Miguel left you alone with your thoughts.

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As Miguel walked back down the hallway leading to your room, his eyes darkened, a manic grin spreading across his face. 

“Don’t worry __. You won’t regret your decision. By the time this next month is up, you won’t even be able to think about leaving me.” 

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Buy Me a Kofi?

[kale-theteaqueen]

A Quiet Kind of Birthday Girl

Written for @nestaarcheronweek 2024 Day 6: Birthday Girl

"'Now that you mention it, I don’t know either. When is Nesta’s birthday?”

She could practically feel the cringe that wanted to work its way across his face as he blinked rapidly, entirely aware he, too, did not know the answer.

It wasn’t his fault. She hadn’t told him because she hadn’t thought it mattered.

“You don’t know your own mate’s birthday?” Emerie followed up; a brow quirked in obvious judgement."

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Or, Nesta has always kept her birthday quiet. When her family finds out about it, they of course shower her in the gifts she deserves. Only, when she's never before had a birthday that truly celebrates her, being the center of such affection is hard.

Luckily, Cassian knows how to celebrate his mate in quieter ways.

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