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TALILA: What’s going on? This all seems very official… EVE: And worrisome. Kyrie, you look like you’ve seen a ghost. KYRIE: I’m just upset… No, I’m passed upset. EVE: It’ll be alright. We’ll get through it, whatever it is, but first you need to calm down. KYRIE: I’m trying. EVE: Deep breaths. KYRIE: Right. ÅSE: Enough of this. Stop smacking around tree. What is going to be done! TALILA: Has something happened? KYRIE: Please, everyone, sit down. KYRIE: I made a promise to you all to be honest. Admittedly, I don’t know all the details myself, but the truth is… I’m alone in this. I expect some of you still see me as part of this system, and I can’t fault you for it. But with things getting so difficult, I don’t know who else to turn to but the ten of you. I trust all of you more than anyone else. SARAYN: And him? Shouldn’t we be introduced to our mysterious twelfth? KYRIE: Everyone, this is Elion. He’s been assigned to my protection, and I can go nowhere without him. You see, before you all arrived here, my sister, Lady Alphanei Loren, was taken hostage by a vigilante group known as the Knights of Dawn. They are ransoming her life in return for the disbanding of the trials. A plan that won’t work for them while I still live. They’ve already made one attempt on my life. If Lord Tev’us hadn’t been with me that night, surely I’d already be dead. ÅSE: Mm… TALILA: How awful! But… how are we just now hearing of it? Why wouldn’t they want us to know? THERION: I expect they don’t want anyone to know. Stirring up confusion and fear makes for panic. Panic is hard to control. INDRYR: And they are all about control. EIRA: So what? If we sit here with our thumbs up our asses, they’ll just send more people to kill you. Does your Priestess think she can lock you— and us— up forever? KYRIE: Lucien is dead. This isn’t something they can contain. The entire city will be in chaos soon enough. EVE: Lucien is dead? But why? Who would kill him? INDRYR: That is the question. Considering everything, it would be naïve to think the two matters were not connected. ÅSE: He is innocent child! What cares he about knights and dawn? It is absurd! INDRYR: Yes, the child was almost certainly innocent. I expect it is more what he represented. ASTER: Well, don’t speak in riddles! Not all of us grew up in libraries, you know! KYRIE: Represents… Of course. EVE: Oh… Lucien’s mother… KYRIE: The Aravae offer enormous financial support to the church. Aside from the Eveydan Crown, they’re the main source of funding. Unbelievable. The Queen of Kera was the leading supporter for the Selenehelion’s reformation… SARAYN: Then they are not at all interested in compromise. Bloodsport or not, it seems they will stop at nothing to bring the ceremony down entirely. I expect they have very good reason. EIRA: Being angry about how a ceremony was conducted centuries ago doesn’t make a great case for slaughtering children. SARAYN: But it was not centuries ago. Those that have been robbed by these trials still live. To lose a love, a purpose… a King. No, I doubt they have forgotten. And I doubt less they shall forgive.

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{Confess Your Lust} Reader x Azriel

You all can thank @riddlesb1tch for this. I have no regrets. It's just pure filth, but I know my whores like this 🥰 Rose this is all for you so you're the only one I care about liking it. Hope you all enjoy, title is from this song. highly suggest listening to while reading btw

Word Count: 4,682

Warnings: SMUT. Minor Dom/Sub concepts, bondage, degrading, teasing, orgasm delay/denial, overstimulation, Az is your pretty little good boy and you're gonna let him know ;)

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Summary: Azriel requested a very special birthday present. And who were you to tell him no.

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“Cassian, as long as I’ve known you, you’ve gotten me a dagger for my birthday.”

“Yup,” he grins. 

“You know it’ll never suffice to Truth Teller, right?”

“An Illyrian can hope,” Cassian sighs, a relaxed smile on his face. “I know they all go in a drawer at the bottom of your dresser.”

Azriel rolls his eyes, but thanks his brother anyway. He appreciates them, but they hold no candle to the pretty piece of steel sat on his thigh.

Mor had gifted him a new pair of boots and a matching belt to go with them. They were of sleek leather, polished so well he could see his distorted reflection in the curve of the toe. He might have to set them aside for a special occasion so he doesn’t ruin them with training and missions. 

Rhys and Feyre gifted him a custom made weapons display case. It had racks and shelves for all his favorites, as well as drawers for the ones Cassian constantly gifted. It was complete with a throwing pad on the side to practice different strikes as well as a sharpening stone. He’d never admit to anyone but himself, but it made the back of his throat string. 

Amren promised him a night out at Rita’s, and coming from her it was quite generous. 

Buy my gift… it was something to be shared between my mate and no one else. They didn’t need to know the secret behind the look in my eye. It was waiting at our newly constructed home, just like I promised. Just like he had asked. 

“That’s it from us, I don’t see another one here,” Cassian looked around the rubble of discarded bags and decorative paper, not finding any other boxes. “Did Yn already give you hers?”

“No,” I said, sipping my glass of wine. “It’s back at the house. But he already knows what it is.”

“He does?”

“He does?” Azriel furrowed his brows, clearly not remembering the conversation the two of us had several months ago. 

Azriel sauntered into the dining hall, hands fisted at his sides, wings tucked in close. “Can I talk to you?”

The sudden spring of worry in his eyes made me put down my book, following him to a nearby couch to sit on. 

“What’s up, my love?” I asked tenderly, locking a piece of hair behind his ear. 

“If I asked you to do something for me- to me… would you?” 

“I’m not sure I understand what you mean, Az,” I cocked my head to the side, getting a better look at his eyes. Those wicked shadows blocked some of his tan skin, so I gently nudged them out of the way.

“I umm- I was thinking that we might change some things up. I’ve had a lot of thoughts about these things and I want them. And I want to see if you could want them too.”

“Okay,” I nodded, waiting for a response.

“I want to try using some toys. On me.”

Well, that is not where I thought this was going to go at all. Utterly shocked, but not opposed to the idea, I asked him to elaborate. And by the Cauldron did he. He went into detail of what he wanted, why he wanted it, how he wanted it… it sounded like a dream come true. 

“I’m so happy you told me about this. Yes, I’d be more than happy to fulfill these fantasies with you,” I smiled eagerly. “I promise I’ll make it special for you. Just like you did for me.”

Azriel still didn’t seem to get it, so I flashed a mental image down the bond, watching his brows unfurrow and raise up his face. It was almost ridiculous how far they went up. Nobody else said anything as they watched the interaction. 

“Oh.”

“Oh… what? What did she get you?” Rhys prodded his brother, Azriel not breaking our eye contact. I just smirked, winking in his direction before turning back to the wine. Mor spared me a curious glance, but I gave away no details. The others didn’t need to know what happened behind those closed doors. 

“Just something to play with later,” Azriel swallowed, throat working down and then back up. Only I would be able to note the change in his scent. “Time for pastries?”

I giggled as he deflected the question and moved onto another topic. It was another hour or so before anyone made a move to leave, but as soon as Cassian rolled out, his hands were all over me. 

“Are you being serious?” His hands were cupping my cheeks, a desperate plea to his voice. 

“Of course, my shadow. Go on up, get yourself ready. I’ll be up in a little bit, okay? Send word when you’re ready,” I instruct, moving out of his reach to begin cleaning up some of the mess left behind from the small party. 

“Won’t you come do it for me?” His strong arms wrapped around me, the soft scent of his wings wafting in the air. “I could really use your help.”

“I thought you wanted me to take control?”

“I do, that’s why I-”

“Didn’t I give you an order?” 

“Y-Yes, I just wanted-”

“Then go. Don’t make me ask again, Azriel.” 

“Yes my lady,” he obediently replied. I watched him go up the stairs, shadows lingering behind before darting after him. Once I heard the door click softly shut, I continued my work around the living area and the kitchen. I didn’t have any desire to be cleaning, I just needed to build up some tension. For this to work as he wanted to, I needed to do the unpredictable. Which would be really fucking difficult since he is basically progammed to know every turn and corner. 

I threw out trash, packed dishes in the sink, scrubbed them clean and put them away. About five minutes ago he sent a shadow curling my way, enticing me up towards the play room. I ignored the urgency of the call, deciding I’ll go when I want to. And he’s just going to have to wait. 

Azriel isn’t the most patient creature in this world, that’s for damn sure. 

Making him wait this long would be torture. 

Precisely how I wanted it to be. 

Finally, after another ten-ish minutes of stalling, I make my way upstairs. Purposefully being as loud as I can without stomping up the stairs. My heels click gently across the hard stone. As I near the door, I am hit with a wave of arousal coming from the room. It’s thick and tastes devine on the back of my tongue.

The sight of him sitting in the chair, wings facing me, arms ready and waiting behind his back is a marvelous sight. I can’t help but smile. He looks so pretty. 

“I thought you forgot about me,” Azriel said, a smirk in his tone. “Is it time for my present yet?”

“So impatient, all of you Illyrians,” I snorted, rolling my eyes as I made my way to the wall in front of him. Hung up, there were various toys and playthings. All could be used for pleasure or pain, depending on the mood. “You’ll get it when I say you do. Give me your wrists.”

I held the bundle of rope between my palms, stalking back over to Azriel in his chair. As I pass around to where his hands are locked behind his back, I make sure to tell him he’s allowed to safeword if and whenever he needs to. 

“I know, my love, thank you. I know you’ll take care of me,” he smiles gently, offering his lips.

“You asked to be overwhelmed, so I’m not going to stop unless you give me the word. I want you begging me to stop, remember? You’ll sound so pathetic and pretty when you whimper,” I smiled sickly sweet, pecking his lips with my own. “Ready?”

He gave a firm nod, hazel eyes locking on my body as I pulled away.

Back at the wall, I open the drawer in the chest, finding those two boxes I hid away weeks ago. How he never found them, I’ll never know, but I’m so glad. One was a vibrating cuff. The other was a dildo. 

After taking them out of the box and sanitizing them, I left them there for Az to see, but not to use yet. No, I wanted the anticipation to do the work for me. Rather than giving him what he wanted, I made my way over to him and trailed my fingers around his frame. 

Every flick of my finger sent goosebumps slithering across his skin. Up his neck… down his arms. That sensitive place between his wings twitched as I trailed through it, delicately applying pressure on the muscle. 

“Fuck, baby you… you can’t tease me like that.”

“I think I can do whatever I want,” I replied. “You are tied up at my mercy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, my lady.”

“Good boy,” I smiled, threading my fingers through his thick hair, latching onto his scalp. I pulled to the side, watching his body move with the force. His chest rose and fell, I could feel his heartbeat down the bond. Wicked. Powerful. Anticipating my next move. 

I slid into his lap, feeling just how much he needed me through his pants. I leaned just far enough away that he couldn't capture my mouth with his. He tried twice to kiss me, but each time I leaned away, a sick smile on my lips. 

Azriel scoffed, “I just wanted a kiss.”

“I know you do, but I didn’t give you permission, did I?” I mocked, leaning in closer and closer. “Your pleasure belongs to me tonight. I decide when you get what you’ve earned. And all you’ve done so far is complain that I haven’t given you anything. That’s not how good boys behave is it?”

I can see the fire in his eyes, those two sides of his personality fighting each other head on. This desire inside him to be taken care of, to be set free by my control versus that blistering need to be in control of everything. 

I’ll break him free with my bare hands if I have to. 

“Don’t be shy, my shadow. You can say it, it’s okay. No one can hear you besides me. Unless you want everyone to know just how much you need me.”

“I’ll behave,” he recites quickly. “Please.”

“Look at you, begging for it already,” I smirked, standing up from my place in his lap. He groans, cock clearly straining against the fabric covering his legs. 

I circle him. Like a predator to its prey. “You look so pretty tied up, my shadow.”

“When I asked you to play with me, I didn’t expect to be tortured.”

“Tortured?” I spun around to see his hazy eyes. “Oh, my sweet love, I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already begging? Don’t be so pathetic, Azriel. You can take more, can’t you?” I nodded his head for him, fingers fisted in his hair. “Yes you can, good boy.”

I quickly walked around to see his pink cheeks, heated with humiliation. I had no intention of going easy on him the first time. 

In a swift motion, I sheathed the blade at his thigh, cutting away his pants, leaving him just in his undershorts. He gasped, eyes going wide as roughly pulled them down his hips. “Y-Yn what are you-”

“Quiet,” I demanded. 

Azriel shut his mouth, panting heavily as I fisted his cock in my hand. His head tipped back in pleasure, and I almost let myself enjoy it for a second before I ripped my hand away. Those fierce hazel eyes were back on mine in an instant, silently begging for more. He made a wounded sound when I walked away, grabbing the vibrating cuff from the dresser. 

“Let’s play a game, okay? I put this on, and you aren’t going to cum. If you take it like the good boy I know you are, then I’ll give you something else to play with. If you cum… well, you’re just not going to stop.”

Azriel looks genuinely afraid. Like I might break him if I go through with this. I’ve never wanted to break something so badly just to put it back together again. 

I kneel in front of him, spreading his knees apart. I can see the generous amount of gel he’s used to work himself open for later. His body is glowing, vibrating with tension. I spit on his dick, enjoying the sight of him flinching as it hits his hot skin. 

Being extra agonizing, I blow some cool air on his tip to really watch him jump. I giggle, sliding the cuff over his length. The pale blue color is a stark contrast to his bright red skin. There is a button near the bass to turn it on and to switch the intensity. The gentle purr of the toy comes to life with a quick tap, and Azriel damn near falls out of the chair.

“Relax,” I say, forcing his knees down. I looked up at him, chest unmoving as he held his breath. “Breath Azriel.”

“I- I can-can’t,” he chokes. “Fuck Yn, it’s too much.”

“It’s only on the first setting, you’ll get used to it. In thirty seconds I’m going to put it on the next setting,” I warn, watching the way his body quivers slightly. 

My mates eyes are slammed shut, teeth clenched together. His cock gently pulses with the vibe, slick trickling down his shaft in a steady stream. To be a little extra mean, I run my tongue up the length.

“Oh gods Yn…” he pleads, head tossed back. His chest is on display, perfectly cut muscles constricting with every breath. 

“You’re being so good, Azriel,” I praise, relishing in the way his body relaxes into the words. “Just a little longer.”

I stand, walking to the corner of the room to the closet. I quietly wheel out the next part of his surprise, setting them aside for when I need them. When I come back, I notice the sheen of sweat lining his chest and torso. It glimmers in the low light, catching at all the right angles. 

I stroke my hands up and down his shoulders, working the tense muscles. He relaxes into my body and I travel further. Over his chest, over his abs, down his thighs. When I reach his cock, I press the next button and turn up the intensity. 

Az growls. In a way I’ve never heard him before. He curls in on himself, kicking his feet against the floor. 

“Don’t act like you don’t love it, Azriel. I know you want to be my good boy and take your birthday present so well. You’re gonna take it until I tell you you’ve had enough.”

“It feels so good,” he moans. His thighs are shaking, his cock flushed almost purple. “M-More.”

“And now you’re begging for it? Gods, Az you are so easy for me. I’m sure if you'd found this before tonight, I would’ve caught you with it, huh? So fucking desperate.” I can’t help but tease him, he makes it so easy. And he is being so good for me, why not give him what he wants? “You asked for more, Azriel.”

I click it up another notch, watching the way it sends shock waves through the muscles in his thighs and abs. He’s open-mouth panting now, unable to take a breath without whining. He starts shaking his head back and forth, eyes blinking rapidly. 

“You’re not allowed to cum, Azriel. I didn’t give you permission.”

My reminder makes him sob. “Please, please Yn. Fucking please let me cum. Fuck I-I can’t- Yn I can’t-”

“You’re going to,” I demand, pushing the hair out of his face. “Because I told you to. You wanna make me happy, right? I won’t be happy if you cum. You don’t wanna disappoint me, do you?”

He shakes his head no rapidly, sweat dripping down his face. 

“Then don’t cum. It’s not that hard.”

Azriel cries out, the noise coming deep within his chest. He tries to cross his legs to relieve the pressure, but I force them to stay open. He shakes and writhes, wings slanted behind his back in a mess of shadows. He cannot sit still, but I don’t reprimand him for it. 

The room is filled with the sound of his harsh breathing and the hum of the vibrator. It’s filled with the scent of his sweat and breath. 

“Yn- Yn turn it off.”

“No.”

He curses, a colorful menagerie falling from his wet lips. “Please please please please please please.”

The sound of him begging, truly begging, makes me grin in a sinister way. This is exactly how I wanted him. A whimpering, desperate mess for me to play with. 

I turn it off. 

Azriel blows out a breath, body still writhing. His cock stands tall, a deep shade of maroon. I know one flick of my tongue would send him over the edge. And having that kind of power over him feels incredible. 

After letting him rest for a second, I decide it’s time for some real fun. I pluck the dildo off the dresser and stand in front of Azriel, waiting for him to look up at me. When those hazel eyes meet mine, they’re glassy and full of pleasure. Almost too much. He looks drunk with his cheeks so rosy and ears flaming red. He looks so adorable all fucked out like this. 

“Stand,” I commanded, watching the words register on his face. 

His knees tremble, but he manages, stretching his taught legs. The sight of him shaking so vividly would normally scare me. But right now it's… it's beautiful. I made him this way, and this ache between my legs couldn't be stronger. 

The cup on the end suctions to the metal chair when I place the dildo down. “Sit.”

“Yn-”

“Sit,” I snapped, eyes hardening. Azriel swallowed, looking from me to the chair and back. “Don’t make me ask again. I told you to sit. So sit down. Now.”

He turned back around, standing above the chair. Slowly, incredibly slowly, he lowered himself to the chair. His arms were bulging against the ropes, veins running along his biceps throbbing with his pulse. But he sits. All the way down. 

With a proud smile, I drink in the way he sits. It's so rigid. His chest barely moves with his quick breaths. His eyes are screwed shut. 

“Azriel,” I taunt, my voice sickly sweet. “What's got you breathing so hard, hmm? Are you in too much pleasure? Does it feel too good?”

His mouth gapes open, but he doesn’t say anything. 

“You’re at a loss for words with how good you feel. So fucking pathetic, completely fucked out the first time you’re taking a toy?” I click on the vibrator again, starting at level two. He thrashes, then grunts, tossing his head back. “You can take it. You’ve been such a good boy. You’ve been pleasing me so much, Azriel, did you know that? You’re making me so happy. Keep being a good boy and I’ll let you cum.”

“Yn…” he breathed, head falling back to meet my eyes.

“What do you need, my shadow? More? You want more?” He shakes his head no, but remains silent. “You can do better than a pitiful shake of your head. Tell me what you want, Azriel.”

“Yn… Yn…” he chants, my name a plea of desperation. It's airy and full of need. 

“That’s it, baby. Tell me what you need, I promise I’ll give it to you.”

With bleary eyes, he looks at me. “Please let me cum.” 

The words are broken and a little slurred, but he told me what he needed. So I’ll give it to him. 

“Such a good boy, Azriel. Telling me how much you need to cum. I’ll make sure you do, baby. Just keep taking it for me. You’re doing soooo good.”

I kept talking to him, praising him for how good he’s taking everything I’ve given him. Azriel is babbling and pleading like a total whore. While he drones on and on, I wheel out the surprise I set in the corner. Three long, vertical mirrors are set around him so he can see every angle of his perfect body. 

So he can watch himself come undone without me even touching him. 

“Azriel, look at me baby,” I commanded. He settles his gaze on me, then the mirrors. “Don’t you think you look so pretty?”

The way his body slumps in the chair sent chills down my spine. He spread his legs, admitting the cuff constricting his cock. Azriel pushes on his toes lightly, bobbing up and down on the dildo. “Fuck I- Yn I look so…so-”

“I want you to keep your eyes locked on the mirror. Don’t look at anything but yourself. This is all for you, take it all in, my shadow. Enjoy watching yourself fall apart for me.”

Azriel nodded. 

I circled him slowly, amused at how… delicate he looked despite the harsh reality of his current fate. He was tied up, more vulnerable than ever. And yet he looked so sweet and simple. And devastatingly ruined. 

At the first touch to the leathery material of his wings, Azriel jumped. He shouted and swore. 

“Relax, Azriel.”

“I can’t handle it when you touch my wings, Yn. I’m not gonna be able to hold on,” Az pleads. I touch him again in the same spot. He shudders and grits his teeth. “Yn please.”

“Eyes on yourself, Azriel.”

With a deep, controlled breath, he pulls his eyes back to the mirrors. As I touch and explore the most sensitive parts of him, he twitches in every direction, effectively screwing himself further on the dildo. I take the curve of my nail and trace a vein running in his wing. Fibers in his muscles seize. 

In the mirror, I can see the cuff working nicely. His chest is coated in sweat and it takes all my strength to not run my tongue from the tip of his cock to the base of his throat. Instead, I continue to tease his wings. 

Azriel has this one specific spot right at the base of his wing that drives him insane. The moment I begin to move my hand, he begins to moan uncontrollably. He begs and whines and begs again for me to make him come. 

“Are you watching yourself, baby?” I ask, locking eyes with him in the mirror. When he nods, eyes cast down at his body, I stroke his wing. Twice. And tears spill down his face. 

“F-Fuck Yn I need to cum. I need to cum, fuck PLEASE let me cum please please please,” Azriel chants like I’m a long forgotten god. As if I would be able to grant all his wishes and desires. And it fills me with a fire I’ve never felt before. 

“You’ve been such a good boy, Azriel. Go ahead. You can cum, let go.” 

The second I gave him permission, he came. His whole body convulsed with the force. His legs and torso shivered, ecstasy pouring out of him with every whine and curse. 

“Fuuuucccckkkkk,” he mewls, watching his cum slide down his cock, spreading over his thighs. The cuff keeps vibrating, drawing out his pleasure. “Turn it off turn it off turn it off-”

“Don’t you wanna see how far you can go? You look so pretty when you cum, I could keep watching you forever, my dear. Why don’t you do it again, okay? You’ve earned it, go ahead and cum for me, just once more.”

His whole body is flush, the same beautiful color as his aching cock. He strains against the ropes and for a minute I think he’s going to break free. But he falls slack, a steady wave of whimpers as the cuff continues to drain him. The flow of it never stops. 

After a few more seconds to enjoy the show for myself, I turn off the vibrator. I gently slide it off, the majority of his seed landing on my fingers. I make a bog show of licking it off for him. 

Azriel is lost in his mind somewhere when I begin to undo the ropes. I massage his shoulders, working blood back into his extremities. 

“You did such an amazing job, my love. I am so proud of you, I hope you had as good of a time as I did.”

Azriel stayed quiet, but he nodded his head, gulping down air. He was shaking, but judging by the way the bond felt, he felt nothing but euphoria. I had done exactly what I was asked, and he loved it. 

While I kneaded his shoulders, kissing up and down his back, he recovered. While I was strong, I wasn’t strong enough to lift a fully grown Illyrian warrior and carry him to the bathroom. Currently, he’s in no condition to move under his own volition, so we’ll take our time until his strength is restored. 

“I love you so much, Az. My beautiful, strong mate. You did such a good job, such a good boy for me.”

“Mmm,” he hummed, a lazy smile on his lips. “Love being your good boy.”

“You are, you did so fucking good Azriel. It was so hot watching you cum like that,” I smiled, kissing his forehead, then his lips when he pursed them to me. “Feeling good enough to get to the bathroom? The tub is waiting, ready for you.”

My mate nodded, “Only if you’ll come in with me.”

Giggling, I slung his arm over my shoulder. “Of course I will. Stand up slowly, take your time. I’ve got you.”

With a few hisses as he stood up off the chair, wings splaying out to help him keep his balance, I guided him to the bathroom. He could stand just… not super well. We stumbled, but made it to the tub in one piece. I left him to climb in as I stripped, adding some salts to the bath. 

“I don’t care about that, just get in, my love.”

Illyrians, not known for their extended patience, but they are known for their incredible brutality and bravery.

As well as their wingspans. 

Before he could yank me in with my clothes on, I swept them away with a flick of my hand and climbed in. Azriel guided me to sit in his lap, face to face. His warm, scar-flecked hands caressed my body. It wasn’t in a particularly sexual manner, but I was far too turned on to not let a whimper slip. But he didn’t smirk or crack a teasing joke, he just continued to roam my body. 

It seemed to calm him, the edges of ecstasy fading away from the bond one strand at a time. His heart rate slowed and that glaze over his eyes faded away. 

“Feeling okay?” I asked, stroking my hands up and around the tattoos on his shoulders and chest. 

“Mhmm,” he nodded. “Just… wow. My body feels so tingly.”

“Now you know how I feel when you make me cum multiple times.”

Azriel smiled, sending my heart tumbling in my chest. “Guess I should be a bit more gracious with you, shouldn’t I? Considering now you have what you need to retaliate.”

“I think you’d like it if I retaliated,” I grin. “I’m glad you had a good time.”

“Good time? I’ve never felt so satisfied in my whole life. Thank you for giving me that experience.”

I smiled so wide it hurt. “Of course, my shadow. But the next time you want to have a ‘new experience’, don’t hesitate to wait so long to tell me.”

“I promise,” Azriel whispers, cupping both sides of my face with his hands. Our foreheads lean in together. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

[naresnani]

Lamb stew

Fandom: Ikemen Prince | Nokto Klein / Adam Kain (OC) | Words: 1k

Tags: christmas fic, crack

Notes: This is for @xxsycamore 's' 𝗧𝗶𝘀 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 event except uh, I don't really know what Christmas is like. teeheehee

Prompt is 'Warming up together after a snowball fight'

"You know, Prince Nokto. I knew nothing about Christmas," Adam said as he unnecessarily tried to peel open the wrapping of his gift without ruining the coloured paper. "So you should have told me to bring something more, err…special. And definitely, non consumable."

Nokto is sitting beside him in the palace garden. On his lap, being hugged by him, wrapped tightly in cloth, is a steaming hot spicy lamb stew. 

"What are you talking about. I can't get this from anyone else in the world." This is the definition of special. He's enjoying it enough as a warmer. 

"Well to be frank you can always ask my sister to- WHOAH, this is! "

Adam pulls out the content of his gift. A winter coat, fur and all lining up the hood.

“This is. This is warm.” He had put it on in the split second he got it!

“You always say that it’s colder here closer to the mountains, so I thought you'd appreciate it."

"And I can fit you in it." 

The front of the coat could indeed cover Nokto enough if he sticks himself close in front of Adam.  

“Uhh… maybe it is a little bit big, huh.”

"No. Nokto, this, this is too much. This isn't comparable to a lamb stew. No… I cannot live with this…not at all…."

There’s nothing more humiliating to a Yashpari than not being able to bring comparable gifts. They live to 'out-gift' each other. He might as well say, 'well Prince Nokto, this is it. I'm going to die in shame in front of you, right now.'

“Adam. Seriously. It's all good. And it's not about the gift itself you know."

He sobbed into the snow on the ground. "I could have given you anything in the world…and it's a damn lamb stew."

"Hey I know this takes hours to prepare and cook. And it's something you eat on your eid, right? I like you sharing that with me."

Adam rolls into a fetal position on the ground. Still wearing the fluffy coat. Face still as stoic as usual. 

"Adam?" 

"I'm going to go back home."

"You're not going anywhere."

"No, I can't face your family."

"Adaam."

Nokto tries to roll Adam to his back so he could pull him up to sit. Adam just rolls away again, facing his back towards Nokto. 

"I can't go."

Nokto shook his shoulder. "You promised me to go for the dinner, come on." 

Sob. "I'm going to be such an embarrassment."

Alright. Nokto is annoyed now. He dipped his hand into the snow and scooped some up. He quickly balled it with his other hand and threw it at Adam. 

A delayed reaction. 

"Aaahh! Not the face!" 

"Get up or there's more where that comes from."

Adam rolls a couple metres away, so quickly Nokto worries that he has done this too often. He rises up on one knee and quickly dips his fingers down to arm himself. 

His snowball throw is quick but without structure. It's powders by the time it hits Nokto. 

"Amateur." 

Tsk. Adam starts balling them up properly. "You don't pick long distance fights with me, I'm a better aim than you."

"Ok. Then go aim this." Nokto kicks up some snow towards him, and in that split second of surprise, he hits Adam's face again, point blank. 

Adam stumbles backwards. He falls, creating an Adam shaped dent in the snow. 

"Hah! That's 2-0 baby! Who's aiming better now?"

His boyfriend, he bullies him way too much. 

Adam rises from his grave. Scooping up snow like a madman. Nokto sees that fucking bloodlust and tries running away. Not able to go far at all, he is hit by two big snowballs back to back on his back. He fell on his face. 

"Augh, wait…" Nokto pushes his snow-covered face up. 

Behind him, he sees Adam running like a train. 

"Wait, oh no… he is-" 

Too late, Adam jumps and dives towards him. Nokto couldn't even scream before Adam fell on him flat on the ground. "Got you." 

Nokto immediately starts biting. 

"Waah! No, don't eat the gloves, Prince Nokto!" 

"Kain." He growls. He grins like an animal. "You fool. Were you trying to run away or catch me?" 

Before he could answer, Adam realises his bad decision when Nokto flips around and SLAP! Sandwiched Adam's face with handfuls of snow. 

That profound pain resonates into the sky. 

With his face squeezed, and cold, Adam said, "... I yield."

Nokto let his hands fall from his face. The remaining snow sticks to the fur of Adam's coat gift. He stares down at Nokto with a pensive expression. They're both contemplating their life decisions now. 

Nokto starts biting again. 

"Waah, wait, I yielded!" 

"I'm not letting you go before you agree to come." 

"Alright, alright. I'll eat at the palace. I'll eat dinner. I'll bring the lamb stew over. Don't bite me." 

Nokto sighs and lets his head and arms fall to the ground again. Adam, too, deflates onto the ground, still on top of him. His breath is on his neck. His face is now reddish from the cold and exertion. Honestly if he could, Nokto wants to start pushing him and wrestling him away again, but that just reminds him of a way better, different kind of activity they could be doing instead. 

Too bad dicks don't work that well in the cold. On the other hand, 

"... This coat works too well." Adam mumbles. He's right. Nokto now sees being uncomfortably pinned down like this as an absolute win. 

"Do you think. If we stopped by my room first, the stew is gonna get cold?" Nokto said. 

"What are you talking about. You can always heat it up again."

"Great. Fantastic."

Adam got up from the ground. With Nokto on the inside of his coat. They are now two guys in a trench coat. 

Nokto holds the pot of stew up front. "Alright. This way we are a team, and there's no gift-competing going on. And we look like one very large dude."

"Ugh. If you say so…." 

"Man. This is an excellent way to sneak your boyfriend into family dinner."

[spyridonya]

"Happy Valentine's Day, Kadee, Lann, and Daeran!

I hope this letter finds the three of you well, it's been some time since I've seen everyone! Meaning, I hope Lann and Dae haven't gotten to each other's throats too much, but I trust you've been keeping them in line.

I heard Lann went on a short trip out to sea for a bit but he is home now? He must have missed you dearly - he always spoke about how if he went out to be a pirate as he dreamed of he would never return. Hearing he came back tells me all I need to know about how smitten he is with you and Dae.

Which... you have a kid now! The thought of Daeran being a father shook me to be totally honest, but I think with you everything will be quite alright. I've sent along a few things for the baby. I know Dae is king and all but please accept these gifts? They may not be fit for royalty but they are fit for a friend.

I've also sent along some things for just the three of you to have a nice date night: some amaretto and wine from Westcrown as well as some cheeses from the surrounding areas. I know you and Lann appreciate nature and such, and Lann has always been quite the hunter - you should come visit us at Citadel Darvhage sometime! We're right next to the Barrowood. I'd be happy to clear out a room for you all to spend a few days with of is possible, you just need to stomach hanging out with us stuffy Hellknights for a little while.

Enjoy the Valentine's night! -Minovae"

Dear Minovae, I absolutely extend the same well wishes towards you and and Regill despite time's delay! I trust that your husband has treated the day accordingly and with proper reverence for tradition. I expect no less from him! (If he hasn't, let me know!)

It's that very rumor that keeps the two boys from strangling each other. Though Daeran and I joined Lann for the first few trips to port cities, we separated and expected Lann to return to us within three years. The news of the baby brought him back far sooner than he planned... or he feared he might 'age' on Daeran and I. He's a delightful tan and grown out his hair, but Lann looks no older than any man his age.

Silaevus Cayden Arendae is now five months old and it's been established that he has the most perfect blue green eyes. Having a child would have been a eventuality for Daeran, we hadn't planned it so soon. Never tell him I told you this, but Daeran was deeply worried despite informing him he had one of the best examples of parenthood with his late mother - whom Sil is named after.

The gifts are absolutely fit for a prince! Silaevus is enchanted by the stuffed dragon and he sleeps under the blanket every night. Neither Daeran nor Lann have objected with the toys, so I think the toys might be played with by another siblings.

(Oh, who am I kidding? Sil won't ever let go of that dragon.)

We had to sneak the wine past the Inquisitors that still have a concept of a far more united Cheliax than what you have brought to my attention. I don't think they could do much more than note it to allies, but they can take a look of how I've handled Andoran and Cheliax's unfortunate current governance. The cheese was delightful with berries and the first loaves of bread that Mendev has baked from it's own in near a decade! (I've so much to say about that pilot program.)

However, the berries I've sent with this letter should be ripe and delicious regardless how long it takes. I promise. While we are taking steps in recovering farmland and growing out own, I'm afraid we don't have much that's of extraordinary quality - yet. I've sent on two cloaks with my latest attempt at beaten jewelry. Always feel free to use the excuse the Order doesn't permit such things if you don't feel the need to wear it!

Daeran might have misgivings to such a trip, but Lann expressed interest after he catches his breath. I've enough teleportation spells and tuning forks to arrange a visit. I dare say growing infant may add a little more purple to your husband's hair.

Enjoy and well wishes! We threaten to bring a infant soon and a rematch to your door when Silaevus can sleep through the night.

- Kadira Arendae

[heyyitslindsay]

This snippet pretty much sums it all up.

You were the ride past midnight that I never knew I needed.

1st.

It was the 26th of November and it was my brother's birthday. I was at home alone. Your flight's tomorrow and by the time you entered my life, I had already made a rule that I would no longer linger in the talking stage. So there we were! Haha. I never really made an effort to date before you since I was exhausted from my previous rel. But the connection we had that night was real. :) We ate and laughed and enjoyed the night. You drove me home safely, as you promised. You asked for a hug, but hahaha! As you told me on our 3rd, I just made weird hand gestures. You asked me out again and you had already been planning our next.

2nd.

Coldplay.

The only concert I've ever attended—if you could even call it that—was the Disciple Conference we had for Central Luzon. It was when I realized that being a Christian ain't boring. We can party and jump around to worship songs too! ✨

I never really thought of attending any other concert. But your ticket seemed to be really intended for me lol. You kept on asking me to come. And even said that every good and perfect gift comes from the Lord. So... Yep.

I eventually attended. And dude, it was magical. 🥺✨ it's one of the best things I've ever experienced in my life so far.

I still thank the Lord everytime I remember. ☺️

It was so fun. And you lead me. I held on to you shirt always lest I be lost.

After the concert, you tried holding my hand but I thwarted your attempt 😆 and you laughed.

It was so fun though. I was bitchin' earlier that day because I was so uncomfortable of your touches. Just around my arms, yes, not sexual. But I still felt uncomfortable. There were tens of thousands of people and my only way out of that crowd was you. 😆

But you're really fun to be with. You fed me and took care of me. ☺️

As Chris Martin said, traffic in the PH is the worst in the globe. So we were able to drop your friend in her house past midnight.

You asked me whether I wanted to go to your place first but I automatically said NO.

We stopped by to grab some food and I bought you coffee. The name I had for that cup was "men." And you smiled ear to ear after seeing it. We even joked you'd have it framed 😆

It was such a small gesture after being treated to a concert, fed, and driven home. But you appreciated it. ☺️

3rd.

Your flight actually got delayed so you were still in the PH but you'll be off tomorrow.

I wasn't at peace. I always assess how I feel after every interaction with a person and with yours... I was feeling that something was off. That the Lord was telling me that you aren't the one and I needed to communicate this as early as possible since you'll be back mooonths after and I couldn't really wait. I can't feed on the happy moments we had on our first and second dates.

It was sudden. And good thing, the voice note I left you made you want to see me. ☺️ HAHA. I just said I wanted to see you. I wanted to meet in the middle since I just want to break the news that this ain't going any further. But you insisted to drive me home, still.

I was so afraid since someone told me that you might react violently. I was so afraid I called a friend to pray for me. 😆

And that's when I prayed "Lord, pauwiin mo lang ako ng safe, di na po muna ako makikipagdate." 😆😆😆

You were actually harmless 😆 I was worried because you grew up in domestic abuse. But yeah... a lot of people whose fathers were abusive can still end up as kind human beings.

I treated you to dinner and you were against it but could do nothing about it. We played sungka w/ the traditional rules and just made other rules up along the way 😆

We parked where I usually parked...

We talked until around 3am. Gosh! And that's when God revealed to me why you aren't really the one and why I needed to stand by the very reason I wanted to meet.

So... yep. It wasn't meant to be.

Though that served as a great lesson and caution. I'm grateful that I had that intuition. It was really God's leading & protection! ☺️🤍

[atlanticcanada]

Life Changing Choice: A Liver for Karla – COVID-19 concerns hours ahead of surgery

EDITOR'S NOTE: This series was produced by veteran CTV Atlantic Anchor & Reporter Bruce Frisko, documenting his sister's successful liver transplant surgery in May of 2022. Karla Frisko found a match in Scott Watson, a co-worker who was inspired to sign up for living donor testing after hearing her story. Although liver transplants are performed across Canada, living donor programs are not available in some provinces.

It's the first of May 2022, and with the promise of spring ever closer, Edmontonians anticipate longer, warmer days after a long winter slumber.

A new beginning.

In an Airbnb in Southwest Edmonton, my sister, Karla Frisko, welcomes Scott Watson and his husband, Joe Connors, into the unit.

After exchanging hugs and acknowledging the television camera, Scott turns semi-serious, telling Karla he brought her a gift.

"I figured, 'You can never have enough napkins,'” he says, handing her a bundle with a mischievous smile.

Karla immediately begins to laugh, and displays the message on the package.

"Shut up, liver -- you're fine," it reads.

“That's good, right?" says Scott, laughing with everyone else.

The levity is appreciated, even necessary.

It's the eve of perhaps the biggest day in the lives of Karla Frisko and Scott Watson.

Approved for the transplant list in July of 2021, Karla waited months, hoping for a donor as her liver disease progressed to the inevitable.

Friends and family lined up for testing, but none proved suitable.

Discouraged, Karla mentioned it on a conference call at work, and Scott was inspired to put his name forward for testing.

The match was perfect.

The stunning act of generosity was made even more remarkable by the fact they hardly knew each other: co-workers at Sunlife Financial who'd never even met in person.

Now, though, with surgery scheduled first thing in the morning, a complication.

"Last night, Scott got a phone call from the University of Alberta to tell him that his COVID-19 test had come back 'indeterminate,'" said Karla. "And so, if he tests positive, that simply means our surgery is delayed."

It would be a crushing disappointment after the flurry of activity that got them to this point.

"This is our last day before we go in for a pretty major surgery -- a life-saving surgery," said Scott. "But also having to wait for that COVID-19 test to come back negative adds an extra layer of worry."

With surgical teams booked and the clock ticking down, there are fears COVID-19 could derail the plans, which feel serendipitous: Scott was born and spent his early years in Halifax, a city I've called home since 1995.

"All of my extended family, cousin and all of them still live in Halifax and Cape Breton," said Scott. "So, my story's made it back there, and it's starting to be shared on social media, through Facebook and other platforms, so it is becoming bigger than I ever expected it to be."

"And I'm from Newfoundland, and Newfoundlanders are quite proud of their own," added Joe Connors. "So, by proxy, they're quite proud of Scott and everything that's he's been going through right now."

After a couple of hours of small talk over coffee, the news finally comes in a text message.

"Negative! Negative COVID-19 test," said Scott. "PCR is good!"

"Karla, how do you feel about that?" I ask my sister.

"I'm super-excited," she says. "We're moving ahead."

And so they are, with both heading to hospital in just a few hours: one by chance, and one by choice.

A new beginning just ahead of the biggest day of their lives.

Keep an eye out for Part Two of Life-Changing Choice – A Liver for Karla, airing Tuesday on CTV News at Five.

from CTV News - Atlantic https://ift.tt/tA3mS2r