#hi dase

[ajazzy]

May I have 5 dollars🥺

Cashapp or what bbg 🤑

[justmwahstruly]

YELLOOOOOO

hi hi hiiii! I’m Das !! I usually just go by that or Mwah, but other nicknames include Dasee/Dassi, Dasan, Dassa, or Galileo !! I don’t mind any pronouns, including neos ! im a baby gay (which means I am a MINOR!!!)

I’m an artist! I love bright colours and neons, I regularly stab people’s eyeballs. (with provided warnings, of course <3)

i use tags for my posts from time to time!! (I’ve been slacking a bit though…)

talk tag— #mwahthinkies

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art tag— #mwahrt (or just #art, i forget a lot JAJA)

mutual tag (that i seldom use)— #mootie patooties 🫶

ask tag— #mwahskies

I’m in wayyyyy too many fandoms y'all. I suppose the main ones are Gabby’s Dollhouse, Dandy’s World (i do NOT support the creators), Welcome Home (@/partycoffin), Dream Along with Me (@/dreammeiser), and Pokémon! I realllllyyyyyyyy like puppets okay

Creator of the project Celestial Queendom! As well as the Welcome Home Zombie and Steampunk AUs! (All of which are still MAJORLY in development <\3)

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@zombopaline is my hoe bitchass brother who I hate and is unfortunately gross and cishet

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aaaaand my birthday is on 9/10! If I hear one 9/11 joke I’m shooting someone

I love y’all!! Have a nice stay on my blog!

[thesummerpetrichor]

On my knees vegging for a stepbrother!javi snippet ♡

Ask and you shall receive! Thank you so much for the enthusiasm 😫💗

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“Shhh, baby.” his thumb pressed against your swollen lips, so soft. “You gotta be quiet, yeah?” he craned his neck to look up and towards your parent’s bedroom. “Gonna wake up the wicked witch of the west” he laughed out the last part of his sentence, thumb swiping your bottom lip when you joined him. “But Javi…” His hand moved to cup your cheek, and he grimaced at your loud voice.

“Dolly ” mocking your whining he brushed his thumb against your skin. He was so perfect. Your skin tingled with how close he was, his breath fanning your lips every time he whispered, his deep brown eyes so difficult not to get lost in. Maybe if he kissed you he could’ve gotten you to keep quiet.

“That’s what’ll get ya to keep that mouth shut?”

You could have sworn you didn’t say that out loud, your eyes widened in realisation and you burst into a fit of giggles. The deep brown eyes you had been losing yourself in turned affectionate, and crinkled at the corners.

“‘Fraid you did, kiddo.” And there you’d done it again. He didn't let go of your cheeks, still stroking them with his thumbs, only whispering a bit more desperately in the hopes your parents wouldn't wake up thanks to the commotion. “Well then, I promise I will, but first we got to get past the grouches, remember?”

Your eyes lit up and you placed your hands on his chest to get a better look up at him. The pout on your lips deepened and you curled your fingers around the collar of his jacket to shake him lightly. “Such a party pooper. Javi! You're a party pooper.” At least you tried to feebly jostle him around. It only made him snicker.

It made him grab your hands in his and bring them to his lips. “I know doll, I know” he placed a kiss to your knuckles and leaned his forehead against yours. It was only then you realised how much he had been drinking– his whiskey laced breath fanning your lips and reminding you you weren't the only one who wasn’t sober. “But will you listen to me? Will you keep quiet for me?”

His voice was so soft it made your stomach flip flop, it put you in a dase and feel all floaty in his arms. “For you, Javi?” You tried your best not to slur your speech but boy was it difficult. His eyes softened and he brushed his knuckles across the apple of your cheek. “Yes baby, can you keep it quiet for Javi?”

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Can’t wait for you to read it!! 💗

[bunniebubbleswrites]

More than Friends

Regina Mills x F! Reader A/N: I am back once again to give Tumblr more Regina x reader fics because it's lacking Warnings: Angst with fluff? Words: 950

When you got the call from Regina that Henry was in the hospital you rushed over there immediately, but your boss was nowhere to be found. You had been Regina’s secretary for as long as you can remember. 

You paced back and forth in the hospital waiting room near Henry’s room. How would you tell Regina?

Both Emma and Regina came running into the hospital as Dr. Whale and Mother Superior came out of the room looking grim. You glanced up at Regina, you knew what had happened but you weren’t sure how to say it. She looked hopeful, like Henry had possibly already woken up. 

“We did everything we could.” Dr. Whale’s voice was filled with remorse 

“I’m sorry. You’re too late.”  Mother Superior's voice cracked just slightly. Regina looked distraught

In a dase, Emma walked into the room and I tried to pull Regina off to the side but she went into the room shortly after Emma did with Whale and Mother Superior. You followed not too long after.  When the realization hit Regina she turned to you and you took her into your arms as she started to sob. 

Emma walked over to Henry, taking his small hand in hers. You held Regina’s head in one hand and ran your other hand down her back. You wanted to tell her everything would be okay, but how would everything be okay? Henry is dead. 

Emma placed a kiss on her son’s forehead, mumbling something you couldn’t quite hear.  You let Regina go from your grip as she turned around a wind brushing both your faces and Henry woke up. Regina gripped your hand with a smile on her face. Henry was okay, her son was okay. 

“I love you, too.” Henry looked at Emma as she brushed his hair out of his eyes. 

“You saved me.” You had your memories back and you weren’t sure what to do. You wanted to stay with Regina, like you promised you would. 

“You did it!” Regina said, just happy that her son was alive. Some nurses started filling in the room and then it hit her. 

“No.” She looked around in a panic, you were supposed to protect her, that was your job. 

Henry told Emma that she had broken the curse and when Blue went up to them saying that it was true love's kiss, you knew that the both of you were in danger. 

“No, No.” Regina looked at you, you couldn’t do anything, not without your magic. 

“If I were you two, I would find a place to hide.” Blue said, giving you both a warning. 

Regina walked up to Henry, you were unsure of what she was planning to do. Both of you were helpless without your magic, well you not so much. 

“Henry, no matter what you think, no matter what anyone tells you,” Regina’s voice started to crack “ I do love you.” All Henry did was glare at her and in that moment your heart broke just a little. You pulled Regina away by grabbing her hand and started running. 

Once you reached her house, you locked the door. You had heard Regina run upstairs, to Henry’s room no doubt. You weren’t sure what to do, you weren’t someone who had to deal with this often. You had listened to her rants and everything else when she would talk to you for the past 28 years, but now; now you weren’t sure what to do. 

After about 3 minutes of fighting with yourself, you went up the grand staircase and spotted the open door to Henry’s room. You went over and leaned in the doorway debated on how to go about this. 

“Hey, Regina,” She looked back at you as you walked into the room. “Henry will be okay and we will find a way to get him back.” You sit down next to her taking one of her hands off the pillow she was holding and into your own. 

“Why are you so good to me?” The question startled you. You couldn’t just tell her that you’ve had feelings for her since you started working for her back in the woods. 

“Because, I-” You didn’t know what to say. Your face flushed and you pulled your hand from hers so you could cover your face with both. 

“It’s embarrassing, and it’s not just because I work for you.” Your voice came out muffled and you heard Regina let out a small chuckle. She pulled your hands off your face and pushed your hair behind your ear. 

“You’ve stuck with me through everything, it can’t be that embarrassing.” She’s smiling at you, that genuine smile. You took a breath and told her. 

“Regina, I’ve been harboring feelings, romantic feelings for you, for some time.” You tried to pull your hands away but her grip tightened just slightly, not enough to hurt but enough to make you stay.  

“Well, that’s good, because so have I. Why do you think I made you my second in command?” You pulled your hands from hers and went to go wipe her wet cheeks and put her forehead against yours. 

She put her lips against yours and you didn’t hesitate to kiss back letting your arms fall round her neck. When she pulled back, you both were breathing heavily. You felt a grin form on your face and you giggled just a little. 

“I’m glad we can be more than friends.” 

“I’ve always wanted to be more than friends.” Regina said as the sky grew slightly. You both went to the window and saw the purple smoke covering Storybrooke, magic was returning. You both wouldn’t go down without a fight.

[queen-rainy-love]

Cookie of the Week: Royal Margarine Cookie

This Cookie of the Week is...

Cookie name: Royal Margarine Cookie

Pronouns: He/Him

Rarity: Epic

Position: Middle

Type: Ambush

Lore: Royal Margarine is the last descendant of Dragon City’s famous Dragon Rider Clan. He spends his days wooing passerbys with his looks and dragon partner, Buttercream. However, there is a possibility that he’s not made of real butter, and that his partner isn't a real dragon (actually a wyvern). He plays a role in the special episode Legend of the Red Dragon where he helps Hollyberry, Pitaya Dragon, Tart Tatin, and Snapdragon to fight the Red Dragon.

Personality: Royal Margarine is at first flirtatious, charming, and perhaps sleazy. He’s also cocky and boastful, mostly about being the last dragon rider and his dasing, rugged looks. However, he hides multiple insecurities that lead him to exaggerate his achievements. When he was drunk, he did revealed that he was too scared of the dragon roars when he was twelve. Despite his cowardice and dishonesty, he has always genuinely desired to be a hero. He does care and love Buttercream, giving her a back scratches and dotes on her.

Skills: Royal Margarine's Skill is called Buttercream Blast. This skill has Royal Margarine soar on Buttercream’s back and fires Buttercream Blasts at the three enemies with the highest ATK thrice. This deals damage, poison, reduce ATK and DEF, and amplifying debuffs they gain. Then, Buttercream swoops toward the enemies to deal damage, additional damage in proportal to the number of periodic damage effects the targets’ have applied. He will become resistant to interrupting effects.

Costumes: Royal Margarine has one costume: Noble Dragon Rider. It can be obtained at any point in the game, is not part of a costume set, and does not have a special effect.

Cookie Decor: Royal Margarine does not have a Cookie Decor.

Thoughts: He reminds me of a slightly dialed-down Snotlout from How to Train Your Dragon. It’s amazing.

[bnhaobservation]

Todoroki Enji's father's death and why he feels he's not a superhuman: observations, ramblings and speculations

So, since recently I've gotten asks about it, I ended up thinking more and more about the whole flashback regarding Enji's father's death and why he connects it to his weakness and to how he feels he'll never be a superhero while Deku or All Might are.

So, as usual what follows is a theory. I don't assume to be Horikoshi and therefore know the truth. I'm just theorizing.

Now, let's start with rewatching the full scene from chap 356 for who doesn't remember it well.

'Sara ni yowaku natta’ 「更に弱くなった」 “You became beyond weak.”

'Tachiba to tsugunai to ayamachi to sekinin ga’ 「立場と償いと過ちと責任が」 “Position, atonement, mistakes and responsibility.”

'Omae no seirai no yowasa wo abaki dashi miru ni taenai guzu e to hikizuri oroshita’ 「おまえの生来の弱さを曝き出し見るに堪えない愚図へと引きずり下ろした」 “Your innate weaknesses was exposed and I can’t bear to see how you were dragged down into an indecisive person.”

'Chōjin ni wa narenainda yo Enji (omae) wa’ 「超人にはなれないんだよ炎司（おまえ）は」 “Enji (read: you) can’t become a superhuman.”

'Genten wo omoi dase’ 「原点を思い出せ」 “Remember your origin.”

'Teki ga nan datta no ka wo’ 「敵が何だったのかを」 “What was the enemy?”

'Akkan kara shoujo wo sukuou to shi kekka shoujo moro tomo nikukai to ka shita chichi wo’ 「悪漢から少女を救おうとし結果少女もろとも肉塊と化した父を」 “Your father tries to save a girl from a scroundel and, as a result, he and the girl were turned into a lump of meat.”

’Shin no choujin he no senbou to higami wo’ 「真の超人への羨望と僻みを」 “Your envy and inferiority complex toward a true superhuman…”

'“Doryoku (‘Endeavor’)” to nanoru hikutsu na shoune wo’ 「“努力” （エンデヴァー）と名乗る卑屈な性根を」 “You called yourself ‘effort’ (read 'Endeavor’) due to your menial nature.”

'Kojishite inakereba tamotenu teido no minikui kokoro wo’ 「誇示していなければ保てぬ程度の醜い心を」 “Unless you’re putting on airs you can’t sustain your ugly heart”

'Sou. Omae wa All Might ni mo Deku ni mo narenai' そう おまえはオールマイトにもデクにもなれない “Yes. You can't become All Might or Deku”

'Enji (read: Ore) wa itsumo jibun no yowasa to shika tatakattenakatta kara' 炎司(おれ)はいつも自分の弱さとしか戦ってなかったから “Because Enji (read: I) was always fighting only against his (my) own weaknesses.”

'Dakara umare kawarou nante kangaeruna' だから 生まれ変わろうなんて考えるな “So don’t think about being reborn.”

'“Onore no yowasa (teki)” wo noroi tsudzukero' “己の弱さ (てき)"を呪い続けろ “Keep cursing 'your own weakness (read: the enemy)'.”

'Yuiitsu sore dake ga omae wo ikashite kita dakara' 唯一 それだけが おまえを生かしてきただから “That is the only thing that kept you alive.”

As I've said more than once recently, on the surface there seems to be too few info on Enji's father's death to judge things beyond that the visual seems to suggests Enji seems in shock and in pain at witnessing his father's death.

But in hindsight the fact that there's so little might be because Horikoshi actually placed a relevant information through which lenses we should read the scene earlier in the manga and it's a relevant information as it's one of the core themes of the story.

Let's go back to chap 1 and to Midoriya's question.

Which was All Might's first reply?

Without power (力 'Chikara') one can't become a Hero and Enji's life is a quest for power, for strength. He thinks in order to surpass All Might one needs more power, more strength.

However we know how chap 1 actually ends...

Enji's origin (that's how his teenager self called it) isn't one of him acting to save people. It's of him watching the scene.

The narrative implication of depicting him there might be that he was always present and didn't jump to action, he froze, he watched.

His father moved to save people, failed and died.

Enji could have gone to help him and this might have done the difference. He'll never know because he didn't do it.

He froze same as he froze when Natsuo was attacked.

Same as he froze when Touya attacked Shouto and tried to kill himself and his brother...

...and, in a way, same as he failed to save Touya because he didn't go to Sekoto Peak.

The message Horikoshi tried to deliver home with that scene and that speech might be tied to all this.

Enji didn't have that self sacrificing instinct that instead pushed Midoriya to move. For most of his life he tried to protect his own heart by blaming others and dodging responsibilities and pushing on his children the burden of erasing him of the ugliness in his heart.

He fights it to be a Hero, and chases power because that's an 'easy way' to win. If you're stronger you don't have to risk your life, you can easily overcome fear of death by never being in danger either.

Yes, yes, I know Enji risks life in his fight with Shigaraki and with All for One. The point might be though is he's putting his life in danger by fighting himself, his own weakness, by raging against it and finding strength to overcome his own fear through rage.

And that's why his decision to die with Touya might be twice as important for his arc (I've already talked about his arc here and here but just in terms of his atonement... not of him trying to become a Hero to be proud of... or a father). As said in another post Enji never planned for his demise prior to that moment, he assumed he would keep on living watching over Touya.

He's not raging here to overcome his fear of death. He's doing it just because he doesn't want to let his son die alone and because he wants to still protect the people.

He's being a father and a Hero.

But... I can hear you thinking 'he's not saving Touya'.

Yeah, because he's fighting down with an image of a Hero who's self sacrificing... but BNHA subverts the trope of the self sacrificing Hero.

While death might be sometimes inevitable an ultimate Hero in the story is a Hero who save by winning and win by saving.

The story has criticized the idea of self sacrificing more than once from the start, with Aizawa and Recovery Girl telling Midoriya it wasn't okay for him to break his bones to win, that he couldn't become a Hero this way, Recovery Girl also scolding All Might and telling him he shouldn't encourage him to act this way to culminate with the end of the Dark Hero arc in which such mindset is openly criticized.

Enji overcame his belief he couldn't sacrifice his life if he wasn't raging against himself. He was ready to die... but then Shouto stepped him and showed him that an ultimate Hero isn't just one who's willing to die to save people but one that by saving people wins.

Shouto (with the help of his family) freezes Touya, and by saving Touya and stopping him from exploding, he saved all the other people who would be involved in the explosion.

The whole ultimate Hero thing is likely going to reach its apex with Midoriya not only managing to physically save Shigaraki like Shouto did with Touya or emotionally saving him like Uraraka did with Himiko but saving him both physically and emotionally and this leading to the rest of the world to be saved, accomplishing what will be likely the ultimate saving... possibly doing so with the help of others and of society so as to remark that a world based on a single pillar is not really functional, everyone has to contribute to keep peace.

At least, that's what I'm currently speculating. Of course I can be completely off track because I'm not Horikoshi and I don't get to know what he's planning.

[shelbgrey]

Suspicious minds(Sodapop Curtis)

Chapter 3: we're under attack

The next day me and Pony went to see the new Paul Newman movie over at the movie theater. It wasn't all that great but Pony loved it. When we walked out of the darkness and out of the building the sun shined on us burning my eyes slightly.

"I wish I looked like Paul Newman" pony suddenly said looking at his reflection in the widow of the movie theater. I don't know why he would think that. He was handsome. "why would ya say that? Your pretty handsome yourself"

He shrugged. "I don't know, I guess my looks aren't too bad but I'm not handsome like Soda or Darry"

I started to walk backwards in front of him, facing him. "So, you have you own look and that's what makes you cute"

Before our conversation could go any further we noticed a Chevy slowly driving up to us. "hay greasers!" it was a soc. Of course it was we can never have a peaceful walk home. I sighed and moved to the other side of pony so he wasn't next to the road. "stay on this side of me Ponyboy" I whispered and pulled my switchblade out of my pocket.

"you got your Blade?" I asked pony. He shook his head no. I sighed and grabbed his hand. "when I say so start running"

As the car speed up so did we. We ran down the street almost bumbling into people but that was the least of our problems.

"run!" we raced down ally and turned a couple of corners before the car came up behind us nearly running pony over. Four jumped out the car and cornered us. "you lay one finger on him your dead" I spat pointing my blade towards two of them. They just laughed and tried to touch me but I spat in his face. That was a mistake because the two that was grabbing pony quickly shoved him into the dirt and grabbed me behind.

"I think we should teach this greasy doll some manner" one said and shoved me to the ground.

"get your hands off of her!" pony shouted and tried to pull the Soc that was startling my waist keeping me the ground. "keep him quiet"

I continued to put up a fight. Kicking my legs and thrashing my arms around before they got pined next to my head and cut up by my own switchblade.

"help! Help!" my shouted mixed with pony's in till my mouth was covered by the soc's hand and my cheek was cut by the Soc's blade. I was in a dase and I almost didn't realize the Soc was thrown off of me and and bunch of boys running around me and jumping over me as they chased the group of Soc's off.

I felt my brother gently set me up so I was setting on my butt and leaning on him. "you alright little bird?" my lip quivered and my body shook as I tried to give an answer. "y-yeah"

Soda was next to race over. He stopped in front of me almost sliding on his but. "they pull a blade on you?" he asked getting pissed. I only shook my head not wanting to look at him at the moment. I was still mad at him for last night. Soda's fingers lifted up my chin so his blue eyes locked with my brown ones.

"I won't let them hurt you again" I don't cry in front of anyone but today was different. Thin tears leaked out of the corner of my eyes as soda wrapped his handkerchief around the arm the soc's cut up.

Two-bit quickly sat up the then grabbed my had lifting me back on my feet. "you okay y/n?" Darry asked as he came up to me with pony. Thank God he didn't get beat up as much as I did. All he had was a little cut on his jaw. "I'm alright, how about you Ponyboy?"

"I'm alright, just shooken up is all"

"why were you guys walking alone in the first place?" Darry barked as the gang walked back to the house. "all we did was walk home from the movies" pony said trying to help our case. I on the other hand kept quiet. Only because I was still frightened by what just happened and I knew if I kept making excuses with pony Darry and the others would only get more annoyed.

"movies and books" Darry sighed. "The both of you. I with you guys would concentrate on something else every once in a while"

"come on Darry lay off" Steve said putting his arm around me. Soda looked over to us and jealousy washed over his eyes and expression. "you should have at least carried a blade" Darry said.

"I-I did" I whimpered almost afraid to say anything. "what happened sis?" Two-bit asked. "they took it" I simply said.

"yeah she had a blade and look were that got her" Soda butted in. "if they both had one that would have gave them the excuse to cut them up a little more"

"I don't want my kid brother to tell me want to do with my other kid brother" Darry snapped and walked into the house and Diggs ran out before the screen door could slam behind him. "why's he always have to act like that?" pony asked.

"he's just got more responsibility dumped on him since mom and dad died" Soda said softly.

"how about I become your guy's personal body gard" Two-bit joked. "that's not a good idea" pony sided.

"yeah besides little bird over here already has two body guards. Any soc's would be stupid to fuck with her if soda and Steve were near" Dally said.

"what are doing out of the cooler dal?" I asked finally calming down. "ya got out early for good behavior"

"that's a first" I joked.

"yeah what are you two doing walking by yourselves?" Steve snapped wiping his bloody nose. "none of your business" pony said back.

"we're fine Stevie" I said before Steve and Pony's fight could get worse.

"I was thinking about going to the drive in and see that new Elvis movie, anyone want to go?" Dally asked.

"me and Steve are taking evie and sandy out" soda said. Well their fight didn't last long I thought. "where ya going?" pony asked his brother.

"drag race" soda said. "yeah that means no little kids" Steve said before pony could respond.

"well me and y/n are gonna see a movie and little kids are a loud" Dally said giving steve a dirty look.

"we'll go with ya, won't we pony?" Johnny said slightly huddling up in between Pony and Jay.

"I might join you later" Two-bit Said climbing into his black car. "if I'm not drunk by then" he joked but immediately regreted it when he saw me look down. Even though he wasn't a dangerous drunk I still didn't like him getting drunk sometimes. I'm afraid he's gonna end up dead in a ditch or in jail rotating away.

"i see they gave you your rings back" I said looking at Dally. He only nodded before walking to the gate. "how's Silvia? Have you talked to her since you got back?"

He scoffed at the sound of that girl's name. "that broad was two timing me"

"oh dal I'm sorry" he shook his head before closing the gate in front of him. "it's cool... I'll see ya tomorrow y/n"

"bye Dally"

I just shook my head as Johnny and Pony gave Two-bit's car a push before he drove away leaving me and my sister with the boys. I let out a sigh as I pulled out my blue handkerchief out of my back pocket and wrapped it around my bruised and busted knuckles.

"you gonna stay here with us Johnny cake?" pony asked as I sat next to him on the steps of the front porch. Johnny thought about it before shaking his head no. Before his answer could be vocalized Darry open the screen door.

"pony you and Diggs have home work" he shut the door seconds after. I rolled my eyes at Darry's cold behavior towards his little brother. I rubbed Johnny's shoulder before standing up.

"if you get hungry or need a place to sleep come over okay" Johnny nodded before walking off towards the lot.

"let's get inside" I said opening the door for pony. When we got in the house pony grabbed his text books off the the coffee table and moved to the dinning room table were Diggs was. I closed the screen door then the front door as Soda stood up from the couch.

"birdie are you okay?" he asked. I didn't look at him just walked passed him. "like you care" is all I replied before going into the kitchen to help Darry with dinner.

<Next chapter>

[trashedump]

keep fighting blooper reel

so for context, while i was working on my fic keep fighting, i had a separate document where i would write things as shittily as possible whenever i got stuck. so some of these quotes are from that document, others are things i wrote in the actual fic document whenever i got bored.

enjoy this series of outtakes, ordered by the chapter they occurred in! also warning for spoilers for my fic in case you care about that

chapter 1:

“i got dis” he [sylvain] sed. dis waz his fite 2 mak up 4 being dum

“r u stupd????” fliz yielded. “i wana fite 2 :((((”

“get every1 ot od her” slyman sed. “itz only 2 il be fin”

“k” flix sed al sad n wroeid nd shit. “u betr nut do sumthin stupd”

SYLVer the hedgehogAIN kisd him on da hed. “i wont. now g0”

chapter 2:

dmiarko waz taking 2 ingird

“r u alrite ignatz:

“she mey b sumwher in abys” billie eyleth [misspelling of byleth] sed.

chapter 4:

flix knu he had 2 finf a way 2 nut fitr 2 (DUNBAAAAAAN (HA HA HA HA HA NUMBERS)) gise @ once so he retreted but nut bcoz he had ben defeted. he snt 3 da ofer sid of da rum nd glen cam @ him bcoz rodric waz stil realing. felix navidaf blikd hiz sord agen nd kickd hkn in da bals lol. den he wnt 2 rodrig

fergalicious definition [abhorrent misspelling of felix] mad him go loco den bc he did rath strik ns da crest fargmnt aktivated.

he [felix] slamd da puml of da sord in glands [glenn's] fac nd glue gun [glenn] fel so den he stabf thru rodricks [rodrigue's] chest. dorime [rodrigue???] fel nd puld da sowrd ot of felony [felix] wich hurt a lot agen but he stortd 2 die on da grond.

"Sasuke— I mean Felix—"

"What the fuck did you just call me"

"Uhhhh nothing lol what are you talking about—"

"shurt the hell up I'm leaving you"

the bad ending

chapter 5:

“its alrite” dimi laffd  in a gofik way. dedu aslo noded behing him. “jst cum bak wen ur rechardgd. da rest of us wil kep tings runing wil ur away (hehe im forshadowing da mening of kep fiting her im so smrt im so intelelgint)”

haoi (THE LONG AWAITED SEQUEL TO YAOI WTF WTFFFFF)

insted of relying on demselvs evry2 had each oders bak. so dat wen dey had a momt of wekness dey cud stil surviv (an im so smart im so smart heheehehehheeheh).

“i hav a hrd tim beliving dats da cas” he refusd 2 bak don. “i cant help but fel im at falt, bcos i sed id talk 3 u mor aftr da war but den left u in da dust evry single day (the DUST? the DUST)”

"Wait, Didi."

"Yes?" He turned around. "What is it?"

"I should tell you...part of what I've been researching all this time." She started to hesitate, fidgeting with a string tied around her wrist. "It could be important, or...something."

Dimitri was listening intently. Hapi realized she actually wasn't sure why she thought this was important. It was almost as if the author was trying to foreshadow a future plot point.

"What was that?" the warlock called out. His voice was growing louder as he approached Felix's hiding place. "Is...is someone there? .....Must've been the wind."

"we're underground you dumb fuck"

"oh fuck you're right wait how do you know that"

"uhhhhhh shit"

*world explodes from fourth wall break*

i hate describing doors theres so many doors why are there so many doors why did i DO THIS

Felix looked. On the ceiling was a metal grate, most likely an air vent.

"Just like in among us"

flix nd sylvSONIC The Hedgehogain wr switchng it up a bit

chapter 6:

so day had escapd da untetical sience lab yey!!! but dey rwr in a cav. :(

fuor dase had pasd. dey wr stil stuk in da fuking cav.

On the fifth day, things changed. Shit hit fthe fuckign fan oh gsod

IT'S TIME FOR THE FUCKIN SCEEEEEEENE

"There is," he [Felix] said.

The revelation hit Sylvain like a medieval truck.

"I was gonna propose to you," he [Sylvain] said.

The words hit Felix like a medieval train.

chapter 7:

“abt da searc?” dey [byleth] sed nd dimi noded. dey cod always tel watz on his mind or maby dey j chos da rite dialog opton

“but aslo speking as a mrecenari” buyleth sed “i kno how tings can torn arond in an instnat. batls u tink r a lost cas switch in ur favor in da blink-182 of an eye. ppl uve logn snic had 2 left 4 ded hold on despit it al. so itx nut ovr until we kno it si. wer so fuking back”

“rite” dimi sed whil sheding a singl ter “wer so fuking bak”

“oh shti dat is prmosing” dimi sed “any sine of da duck nd marmalade” [duke and margrave]

dimiarko [dimitri] torned 2 bananapeel [byleth]

They were almost out of food. Every so often, that realization hit Felix like a medieval airplane.

"Okay," Sylvain conceded damn we out here conceding in this bitch

Felix hadn't said anything in a while—and, to be fair, neither had Sylvain, but it was his distant expression that worried Sylvain. He looked lost in thoughts all alone yoooooou are the oooooceans gray waaaaves destined to seek life beyond the shoooore just out of reeaaach yeeeet the watereeeerrs ever chaaaange flowing like time the path is yours to cliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimb

"Clearly," Lysithea grumbled. "I didn't expect the same for you."

"Yes, well, I couldn't rest now," Linhardt said. "There are monsters nearby."

chapter 8:

ok so dery etin gdiner nd itz rtlly harty bef stew lik harty stew in botw i tink dats a recispe in dat gaem

syl stripd don 2 naked nd tok of AL his cloths nd he had a rely long no we’re not going there. he tornd on da watr nd thot abt fliz but nut lik dat u prev. he had a flashbak 2 post rodrick [rodrigue] deth but forst he dint tink abt it yet he gut da sop nd began 2 wash al his skin

But maybe he’ll never be ready, a thought tugged at the back of his mind. Maybe he wants nothing to do with me. After all…I’m the one who did this to him.

The memories hit Sylvain like a medieval blimp.

chapter 9:

dimi codnt hodl bak as he stepd in2 da dorfram nd hugd him as tight as he cud. and den da crest of blaiddyd aktivatd nd he snapd sylvens fuking spine in half. just kiding dat dint hapen lol can u imagin

chapter 10:

“But I promise—for the rest of our days, I’ll do everything in my power to be the man you see in me. To fight by your side, no matter what.”

"Wow that was sappy as fuck lmao"

[ashyyyyyy1999-blog]

ShadowSinger

Azriel/reader(“Y/N”)

Written by Ashlyn Donaldson

Edited by Laura Lynn

Smut

Walking into Rita’s, Morrigan waved me over. The pleasure hall was my escape. Not that Velaris was a place I felt I had to escape, but an escape from my mind. I had danced with Mor here often, considering she was here most of the time. I understood why. I knew what she was escaping. With her gruesome battle stories that I had heard many drunken nights before, I would need an escape too. But not just the battle stories but the stories of her family….. “Hellooooo, looks like you need a drink…or two”, she snapped me out of the dase. A drink ....”Yes, that would be delightful”, I said with a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. She gave me a knowing look. She always knew what I was thinking, I loved …..and hated that about her.

As we walked to get drinks she scanned a beautiful high fae female, another regular of Rita’s. I nudged her, “You should talk to her tonight” She blushed, a look I hardly ever saw on her. As I smirked at her, she rolled her eyes and grabbed my arm, dragging me fast past the female. I took in the scene of the crowd as Mor got us drinks, mostly just the normal crowd …..except one. Azriel, the shadowsinger they call him, was hugging the corner of the room. If he was here at all, he was typically gambling in the room over so I had only ever seen him arriving and leaving. He was also scanning the crowd as we made eye contact. I gave a blushed smile, not meaning to hold eye contact.

Mor, trying to hand me a drink, followed my gaze to the shadowsinger who was now looking at the ground. She leaned in and said, “I am trying to keep him from withering away in his room”. I knew her inner circle only through conversation. I had met Cassian a couple times but never thought about all of her chosen family. She called them that to me but I knew she never would admit that to anyone else. “Y/N!”, she said. Snapping me out of my swirling thoughts again. “Okay you need to chug that drink and I'm going to go grab us another one”. Most of the time I couldn’t keep up with Mor, since she drank like a fish on busy nights. I had an exceptionally draining day at work today so I was willing to try and keep her pace tonight. As I threw back the first drink, Mor was taking it out of my hand and replacing it with a new one. She had already finished both of hers and was pulling me to dance with her. This was what I came for. To let loose with my friends and not have to think about anything that was going on outside of these walls. I came here to be carefree, the same reason Mor came.

We danced for a while, but she was acting differently tonight,almost like she was nervous. She kept looking over each of her shoulders. One side to check on the shadow covered figure in the corner throwing back drinks, but the other side? I didn’t know. I opened my mouth to ask her what was up with her tonight as she held up her index finger to me and left me alone to dance. After what felt like ages of me dancing by myself, she returned with another drink for herself and then grabbed a second drink out of someone else's hand and handed it to me. Confused, I looked up at the owner of the drink. “Azriel, Y/N. Y/N, Az” she said. I froze. He was intimidating up close. It was a lot to take in, his hair, his hazel eyes,and his unreadable face. I smiled at him and he returned the smile, the smile not quite reaching his eyes as he slightly nodded his head. He seemed mostly uninterested and as he turned to Mor I understood why. The look he gave her said everything. He didn’t want to be dancing, he came to Rita’s for the alcohol and gambling …..not the dancing, not being in the middle of everyone. She rolled her eyes and grabbed his hands making him dance as his eyes filled with fire. I thought he might combust right there. Rolling her eyes again and nodding towards me she let go of the shadowsinger's hands and she took my now empty cups from my hands and walked away leaving us, Azriel silently watching her over his shoulder.

I continued dancing, now feeling the full effects of the drinks I had. He stopped looking over his shoulder at her and turned to me. He looked awkward and out of place on the dance floor and I just wanted to help him blend in, maybe ease his discomfort. I held eye contact as I held my breath, taking a chance on….. I don’t know what I was thinking really, but I began dancing with him…..on him. I laughed nervously and looked back at him and saw he was slightly smiling, a burst of air came out of him, almost a ....laugh? Was he laughing? I continued dancing closer to him as Mor came back with another drink for all of us as she said, “Okay now EVERYONE is having fun” as she gave Azriel a look that I couldn’t quite place. She whispered something in his ear that even though I was inches away from him, I couldn’t hear. Azriel gave a nod in response to whatever she had said. I turned to Mor about to say something about secrets not making friends but she was already walking away.

I turned to Azriel and struggled to say, slightly drunkenly, “Wh-where is she going?”. He shrugged as if he didn’t know or care. The disinterest didn’t reach his face as he watched her above the crowd. I stood on the very tip of my toes trying to look over him, in the direction he had watched her go. I was too short to see over the tall fae. As a mortal/fae half breed, I was not nearly as tall as most of them, even in heels. I tried to stand up further as I lost balance and fell. Right into him. His arms wrapped around me, quickly. I placed my hands on his chest to rebalance myself and looked up at him. The look on his face, unreadable, just his normal face apparently. I moved my hand slightly and realized I was touching skin, muscular, calloused. I noticed …. perhaps after too long of a pause that I was gawking at his chest. I looked up, blushing. Only to realize he was also blushing, very lightly. He smiled and loudly, but in a whisper asked, “Do you like what you see?”. My face was on fire now, maybe from the alcohol, maybe from the question, but I swallowed my embarrassment and smiled. “I - uh- y-yes I do”, I cringed at my stumbling. Not on the outside but on the inside, I was screaming. He chuckled as he walked away.

Damn it, you scared him off with your stumbling and gawking. Why can’t you just be smooth for ONCE. I thought to myself. My mind now swirling with insults for myself but then a tap on my shoulder, “Thank Gods, Mor is back” I thought as I turned around. I said, “I think I scared him off-”. I realized it in fact, was not Mor but Azriel, standing with another drink for us. His brow raised and a mocking smirk on his face. He lightly chuckled as he handed me my drink. “I- uh th-ought you were Mor” I said. He leaned in and said, “She is a little busy at the moment” and nodded towards the corner where he had been when we first arrived. A clear line of sight through the crowd revealed Mor, tongue deep in the mouth of the beautiful high fae regular that I had told her she should talk to. Mouth to mouth, hands running over every inch of each other. I squealed, forgetting who I was standing with. She had talked often about how the shadowsinger had wanted her for so long. For centuries, and when she had finally told him that she preferred women, it was a large weight off of her shoulders. A painful weight on him but better than thinking he wasn’t good enough for her.

I put my hand over my mouth as if it would push the squeal of excitement back in, but I looked at him and he was also smiling. He just wanted her to be happy, even if it still hurt him a little. I thought, glancing at him through my peripheral view. I told her to TALK to her, but…..you go girl, I thought with a half smile. Then I realized that I had lost my dance partner for the night as they didn’t seem like they were going to stop anytime soon. He looked down at me as if he could hear my thoughts. He smiled again, cheersing our cups as we both downed our drinks. He tossed the cups, checking on Mor again and leaned in, “Do you want to get out of here?” he whispered so close to my ear, I could feel his breath on my neck. It sent chills down my spine. I was stunned. I simply looked at him and nodded.

He grabbed my hand, so gently. His rough hands, so strong but capable of such a soft touch. It was unexpected. He led me out of Rita’s and we stood in the silent and beautiful night of Velaris. I looked at him and broke the silence, “My place or yours?” The alcohol was definitely doing its job at this point, of giving me the courage to speak to him without stumbling on my words. Facing me again with that unreadable look, his eyes almost looked watery, as if he would cry. He just looked at me as if I hadn’t said anything at all. I raised a brow and asked again, in a much sassier tone, “Yours…..or mine?” He then cleared his eyes, with a devilish grin he quickly said, “mine” as he swept me up and shot into the sky. Startled by the swift breeze, I grabbed on to him as we soared through the sky.

We arrived at the townhouse. I had walked with Mor here before but had never been inside. I became nervous, thinking of the group who lived here. The Highlord and Highlady lived here. My heart raced as Azriel took my hand again and opened the door for me, I gawked at the group in the sitting room. He was moving so fast I couldn’t even comprehend who all was in the room but they all turned to look at the shadowsinger nearly dragging me up the stairs, with swirling shadows around us as we went. I blushed as I made eye contact, through the moving shadows, with the Highlord and lady, and then Cassian. Cassian smiled up at me and nudged the Highlord as he reached over his shoulder for a high five, and the Highlady gave them both a look as if to tell them to behave. I wanted to look at the others in the room but I couldn’t take my eyes off of those three as they gawked at us. My face was on fire.

We reached the top of the stairs and he took me down the hall. Into a very dark room. As he walked in a few candles flickered on as if they knew his presence. He sheepishly said, “Here we are”. I laughed, “I guess the shadows are also in charge of decoration for your room?” I said with a smirk. It was dark but I could still see a light blush on his face. I gave him a raised brow as I stepped towards him, and tripped. He reached out to catch me, grabbing my forearms. I straightened, still looking at the ground. Trying to see what I had tripped over I said, “I don’t know what I expected but, I didn’t expect it to be THIS dark in here”. I looked up and I realized how close we were. As if he had done it himself my eyes adjusted to the darkness of his room. Staring into his eyes, It felt like they were gripping me, holding me in place so he could read my every thought.

The tension was building in me, passionate tension. The kind that makes you feel as if you are outside of your body watching from another point of view. He leaned in as if to kiss me but instead whispered, “I think you need a drink of water to sober you up a little”. He tried to pull away but I grabbed his hands and pulled him into me, sliding my hands up his arms. He looked at me with a fiery look and it felt like the last piece to the puzzle had locked into place, I dropped my eyes to the floor with sudden nerves shooting through me. He ran a hand through my hair and down to my chin lifting it to meet his gaze. He had that look again, unreadable, but almost misty eyed.

The reflection of the flickering candles danced in his eyes, like a tiny night sky. His hand slipped back towards my ear, cradling my cheek, his other slid down to my waist as he pulled me in. Ever so gently he placed his lips on mine. It broke something in me, in the best way, painful but beautiful. Like I had been missing this for all of my life? I knew it had been awhile since I had kissed anyone but not THAT long. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck as he placed both hands on my hips.

He ran his hands up and down my back and then swiftly picked me up. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me over towards his bed. He paused for a second, “Is- is this okay?” he said ever so quietly. I laughed and said “Definitely”. “I promise I’ll be - gentle”, he whispered. I gave him a devilish grin and whispered close to his ear, “Don’t”. With a foolish grin on his face he tossed me onto the bed. He began crawling over me like a hungry animal, and I realized we were both covered in shadows that swirled madly around us. As if they were hands they began pulling the clothes off of me. I suddenly felt like I was wielding them to do the same to his clothes, one piece at a time as we both scooted our way up the large bed, stopping every inch to connect our mouths again. Hungry for that connection.

With my head now on a pillow he leaned in to kiss me again, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I returned the action and tasted the sweetness of his mouth, still tasting the wine he had at Rita’s. He flicked his tongue off of the bottom of mine, smirking at my opened mouth gasping response. He stopped and looked at me as if he was seeing the night sky for the first time, scanning every inch of me with his eyes. He ran his fingers through his shiny black hair in awe and all he could manage to say was, “Wow” with a bite of his lip.

He was kneeling on the bed before me as I also took in the sights I was beholding, his perfect body, his hard muscles, and piercing eyes. Tracing down his body with my eyes, I reached below his belly button and took in the pure length of him. It was most definitely the largest I had seen. He leaned over me as he ran his hands up and then down me, feeling every curve of my body. I groaned, the feeling of his calloused hands on my skin sent my blood rushing. I threw my head back and squeezed my legs together when he ran his hands over my breasts, swelling with his gentle caress over my nipples. He kissed me with more passion than he had before, like he was hungry, no, STARVING for more. He gently bit my lip and groaned at me.

I tried to wrap my arms around his neck but he was already moving, kissing down my body. He lingered his kiss on my breast, giving a light bite, I let a moan slip out of my mouth. He raised a brow and looked up at me, raising a finger to his mouth. “Don’t want the others to hear do we?” he said with that nearly evil smirk. I bit my lip as he bit the inside of my thigh and then the other, leaving kisses over the bites. My toes curled as he hovered over the spot I had wanted his mouth, I could feel his heavy breath all over the apex of my thighs. I bit down HARD on my lip as he licked, just once up my center and then looked up to see me biting my lip. “Good girl, keeping quiet”, he said. His tone was saturated with seduction.

I covered my mouth as he went back down, muffling the moans, my other hand gripping the silk sheets. He spent his time making sure I was satisfied, but still begging for more. He then licked up my stomach and between my breasts and kissed me as he grabbed my waist and flipped me over, now also kneeling on the bed. Running his hands up the back of my body he pushed my top half down to the bed, my ass in the air.

He ran his hands over all of the back half of my body, then scratched down my back I whimpered and threw my face into the pillow as I could feel him throbbing against me. Ever so slowly, he pushed into me, teasing a more swift movement. Allowing me to adjust to his size, I moaned loud into the pillow, he then wrapped my hair around his knuckles, and said, “Fuck it, let them hear”, pulling my head up from the pillow. He began pushing in and out ferociously as I moaned louder and louder. The shadows were growing wilder around us, like a spectacular show.

He slid out and turned me around bringing me into his lap. He pushed into me again and I moved my hips with the same ferocious movements he had. My mind was going clear, succumbing to the pleasure. Holding eye contact, I moved up and down as he ran his hand down my back, smacking my ass just enough to leave a residual sting, and probably a hand print. Lost in his eyes, his cock was the only thing I could think about. How he was completely filling me, and how much I needed this distraction. With the sensation building I bit onto his shoulder, keeping my pressure light. He grabbed onto me tight, holding me in place and thrusted into me faster and faster. He threw his head back and nearly howled as we both came to a climax.

We both panted and I melted back into his lap. We both held intense eye contact for what felt like an eternity as I realized I tasted…. blood, I had drawn blood! I looked down at the bite on his shoulder, dripping blood running down his chest. I opened my mouth to apologize and he stopped me. He placed his thumb on my mouth to wipe away the red smudge. He smiled at me and kissed me deeply. When he pulled away I looked again at the bite. He had made the blood disappear, no longer dripping down his muscled chest.

He wrapped his arms around me and layed us both down on the bed. He cradled me, wings wrapping around me as he ran his fingers through my hair. I had my head tucked into his chin, taking in the smell of him. I had never felt so content, so satisfied before, and so…..sleepy. I must have fallen asleep because next thing I knew a small crack of sun hit me in the face through the dark curtains. I sat up on an empty bed, remembering where I was. My head throbbed slightly. I heard footsteps behind me, Az handed me a glass of water. He smiled at me, The bite on his bare shoulder looked almost as if nothing had happened. I looked down and could still see the bites on my thighs and breast. “Mine don’t heal that fast”, I said with a disappointed look. He laughed and gestured towards a steaming bath. “I had Mor get some clothes in your size for you, of course she had a lot of questions. I’m sorry but I told her you stayed the night, although she had already heard from the others apparently”. “The others”, I thought. I watched as he clothed his naked body, finally getting to appreciate it in what little sunlight shone through the curtains. His hair was curlier when it was wet.

He walked out of the room to let me bathe and change. He closed the door with a smile at me as I sat with the silk sheets covering my breasts. I barely got my clothes on after my glorious bath before Mor came barrelling in, leaving the door open behind her. I gave her a sheepish smile as I put on my shoes. The Highlady came in from the open door shortly after Mor squealed at me. I froze but then quickly stood and bowed my head to her. Mor laughed and said, “Cut the formalities, we came for the details, Y/N”. I looked blankly at both of them now sitting at the end of the bed. Mor patted the bed for me to sit down. I sat and said, “How much detail are you wanting?” Feyre gave a smirk and said, “Well we HEARD quite a bit of it”. My face turned bright red and I looked down at the bed smiling to myself.

A cough came from the doorway. I shot my head up to see the Highlord standing there. I quickly jumped to my feet and also bowed to him, Mor rolled her eyes at Rhysand and said, “We are trying to have a female only conversation here!”. Rhysand looked at each of us and smirked, “Looks more like an interrogation if you ask me. Breakfast is ready, so why don’t we all go downstairs. I’m sure our guest could use some replenishing after the night she has had”. My face could have turned ice to water in the blink of an eye but I cleared my throat as Rhysand laughed and gestured for us to come downstairs. I grabbed Mor’s arm and said, “I should probably go, I don’t want to impose”. The Highlord looked at me and chuckled darkly, “Anyone that can get Az out of his centuries long dry spell is a welcomed guest of ours”. They all three laughed as Mor pulled me with her, locking my arm in hers and walking down the stairs.

The table was full of food, anything you could think of really. Mor whispered to me, “You have to try the muffins, Elain is quite the baker”. Hearing her name, even in a whisper Elain looked up from her plate and half smiled at me. Azriel already had a plate for me. He quietly handed it to me and gestured towards the chair in between him and Mor. He pulled it out for me and pushed me into the table. Locked in now by the arms of the chair I kept my head down but took in everyone sitting at the table. Everyone was talking, eating, and laughing amongst each other.

Cassian tossed a grape at me as he said, “well I figured Y/N would end up in someone's bed here at the town house but I didn’t think it would be you, oh lord of shadows ”. Azriel gave him a fiery look. Mor said, “Oh and you had hoped it would have been yours?”. Cassian tossed a grape in his mouth and shrugged. Fayre, looking to cut the awkward silence that lingered, said “So, tell me about yourself”. I went blank, what was there to say? I couldn’t gather any words. I was still in shock to be sitting at a table with the Highlady and lord of the night court ... .MY Highlady and lord. Mor finished the muffin bite she had in her mouth and said, “She works as a blacksmith, she just took over for her father so she will be making all of our weapons from now on”. I swallowed as Cassian choked on his drink, “I thought you just cleaned up the shop for your father, I didn’t think you were apprentice……-ing with him” he said clearing his throat. I shot him a disapproving look, as did Mor. He countered with, “Whaaaat, I just didn’t know someone so small could make weapons like the ones we use.” He gestured to the longsword he had near the door. I didn’t have but maybe a foot on its tall blade.

I looked at it, with sad eyes. Mor told him to shut up through her gritted teeth. “Did you mean someone so small or did you mean a female?” Mor said with a sharp tone. “You know that isn’t what I meant” Cassian bickered back. Feyre, noticing my sad look said, “Your father was a very talented blacksmith, and craftsman, as I’m sure you are as well. And - I am so sorry for your loss”. She knew. The fact that she knew, she cared enough to know of my father was an honor to say the least. My mother being forced to go back to the other side of the wall when it went up, my father was all I had. My mother had died of old age before we had heard of Velaris. I was Fae-looking enough as a child to keep the secret of my half breed until we had a safe place for us to go. Unlike most half breeds, my parents were in love and my father cared for me. Although it became complicated when I matured, I think I reminded him too much of mother, of his failure to keep us together. But, Velaris was my home, Rhysand was the reason for that and here I was sitting with him and Fayre. ……She was talking about my father . I thought to myself with misty eyes.

Azriel placed a hand on mine, with a knowing look. I cleared my eyes and looked at the Highlady and simply said, “Thank you”. Cassian, looking……almost ashamed, stared down at his plate. They started back up normal conversation as I finished my plate. I looked at Elain, who was quietly picking at her food and said, “These muffins are amazing”. She gave a sheepish smile and then raised her head to meet my gaze and said, “Thank you, at least someone appreciates my baking still”. No one else reacted to that statement.

Azriel finished his plate and said, “Well we should be going”. Everyone moaned in disapproval as he was already pulling me out the door. Mor ran after us and gave me a big hug and told me she would come see me soon. Azriel nearly shooed her off. Mor winked at me with a sly grin and said “Oh what Az? Scared, I'm going to take your girl?”. He rolled his eyes as she walked away. “I am sorry about them, I know they are a lot. They are all constant headaches,” he said. I laughed and gave him a smirk. “I don’t think they are too bad, aside from Cassian, but I knew about THAT one already” I said. “Ah yes,headache number one. I guess he does go out to Rita’s with Mor more than I do”, he said with a hint of jealousy.

He grabbed my hand as we walked. There was silence for a second but then he said, “And I am sorry - about your father”. I smiled sadly at him and said, “It is okay. He died valiantly for Velaris. I had let the shop remain closed for a couple years after the attack on Velaris - just to - heal, but then I decided I couldn’t sit around anymore feeling sorry for myself. I opened the shop back up and started running it myself, using what my father had taught me. It didn’t take long for people to start showing back up when they realized that just because I am a small half breed female, doesn’t mean I can’t make good weapons. My business has been thriving again ever since Mor started spreading the word that I had opened back up. The dagger she carries is one that I made”. He looked forward as if picturing it and smiled at me.

We walked silently hand in hand until we were at my doorstep, “This is it” I said. He looked up at my two story house, not big like the townhouse, but bigger than most houses around it. He looked at me, with a serious look and said, “I want to see you again”. I blushed, managing to get out “Me too”, with a soft giggle. He grabbed my hands, “How about tomorrow, I can take you to Sevenda’s to eat”. I nodded my head as he very quickly kissed my forehead and then took off into the sky. I watched as he soared away, he rubbed a hand across his brow as if to wipe away a bead of sweat. I gawked for a moment at him in the distance. Thinking for a moment, Was that a dream? It could have been a crazy wild drunken dream I had had, wouldn’t have been the first. No this was no dream, I thought I heard him say from the distance as he glanced back at me, almost reacting to my thoughts.

I went inside to gather myself before heading to work. Walking to work my head was whirling, I hardly remember it at all. The whole day I struggled to keep focus as the events of the night replayed in my head over and over again. I may have burnt myself a few times due to my constant distractions in my mind. His naked body flashing through my mind like a vivid picture. His tongue in my mouth, his hands on my body. The words he whispered in my ear. His smirk played again and again as if he were standing in front of me. The images were so clear in mind.

I heard a cough and quickly snapped out of it. Mor was grinning bigger than I have ever seen her as she said, “Are you going to drool on all of the weapons today, friend?” I rolled my eyes and said, “Well I could ask YOU the same question”, and we both squealed. We spent the next two hours talking about our nights. She had asked me to leave out the gory details of mine because it would be weird to hear about Az in that way. I told her to spare no expense telling her story, of course. At one point she had said something about knowing we were a good match but immediately switched the subject back to her own story. Once there was a lull in the conversation I asked her what she meant about, ‘knowing we were a good match’. She squinted her eyes with guilt and said, “Okay confession time, I have been trying to get Az to come and meet you for awhile. I just thought you two would be a good fit. Don’t be mad at me”. I paused for a beat and then looked up at her and said, “For once I am not mad about you trying to constantly ‘fix’ my life”, making quotations with my hands. “I just know you both needed a good distraction and so why not fuck each other……..perfect distraction” she said as she made an over exaggerated shrugging gesture.

Mor left when my day was over. She didn’t necessarily keep me on track of working but I wasn’t burning myself by daydreaming about the night I had. I walked back to my house as the daydreams started again, his hands on me, his lips on mine, his tongue on my…. I tripped over a package at my doorstep. It was wrapped with a bow and had a note that read, “I hope to see this on you soon”. I looked around for any trace of someone around, but there was no one. I quickly ran inside with the package and opened it on my small dining table. I pulled out a deep blue silk dress that reached the floor and another note fell out of it. I set the note aside as I admired the dress. It had a plunging neckline with small capped sleeves made of tule that sat just on top of the shoulder of thin straps. Turning it over to inspect the back, I admired the lace up design with a dangerously low cut opening. I neatly draped the dress over my table as I grabbed the note, “For dinner tomorrow night, I hope you like it. Mor helped me pick it out this morning.” I read. That must have been why Mor came to the shop today, she was already nearby helping him pick out a dress, for ME.

I quickly grabbed the dress and ran up stairs to try it on. I took a bath to clean the day's work off of me, making sure not to get anything on the most likely expensive dress. Picking it up off of the bed where I had neatly placed it, I squealed with excitement. Plunging my naked body into it felt like I was back on his bed, an image of my hand grasping the silk sheets played in my head. When I got the dress tied I took a moment to admire myself in the mirror. I had never worn a dress like this but I felt beautiful, sexy even. I turned around and looked over my shoulder and noticed how the dress hugged all the right places, as if it was specially made just for me. After a few more moments of admiration I took off the dress and hung it up nicely.

I threw myself on my bed, not bothering to put clothes back on, as I reeled from all the excitement. I had a sensual, fulfilling night and I had a date tomorrow night. I paused, A date! I hadn’t thought about it until now but he had asked me on a date. With the realization setting in I fluttered my feet off the side of the bed with a giggle, like a child. I had been on dates before, but most of them were with males I didn’t care too much for. I mostly ever went on dates with fae that Mor or my father had tried to set me up with, and although Mor was responsible for this one as well, it was different. Much different.

As I lay working through my feelings and my thoughts of everything that had happened and was going to happen, I heard a strange noise at my window and jumped up covering myself with my sheets. I looked at the window, only a regular beautiful night sky shown through it. I laughed to myself for startling so easily. I grabbed a robe to throw on as I opened the window and leaned my head out. I rested my forearms on the seal of the window, taking in the night sky. I looked down towards the empty street and then back up towards the sky when I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head as a dark figure came around the outside corner of my house. I stood up quickly, hitting my head on the top of the window seal. I rubbed the spot as I backed up to stand up straight. I forced one eye open as I still had the other squinted in pain from the throbbing on my head. A chuckle and wing flaps came from outside of my window. My open eye focused and it was none other than Azriel. I gave him an irritated look as he came closer to the window. “I didn’t think you would scare so easily. I tried to knock on the door” he said with a mocking laugh. “Well knock louder next time” I said as I pointed outside the window and down towards the door.

I walked down the stairs to open the door for him. He stood in the door with a sexy smirk on his face. I gave him a look as I blocked the doorway and said, “I thought our date was tomorrow night?”. His face flashed with color but he kept his face unreadable, per-usual. I rubbed my still painful head as I waited for him to speak. He took a moment and said, “It is…. but I - uh” he hesitated. “I just couldn’t wait until tomorrow to see you again” he stammered. He glanced down at my loosely tied robe, then back up to meet my eyes. I smiled and gestured for him to come inside. I shut the door behind him and turned to see him taking in my house. The weapons on the walls, the small rug on the floor, the furniture, or lack of more like. I had convinced myself that getting rid of all of the old furniture and replacing it would help with moving on from my fathers passing. I hadn’t thought about the fact that I would have to buy new furniture. All I had was a small circle dining table with three chairs, a couple cushioned chairs near the fireplace and a small table between them. I of course couldn’t get rid of any of my fathers weapons he had made so they adorned most of the wall space I had downstairs.

He turned to face me again glancing down at my robe, I followed his gaze and realized my robe was showing quite a bit of skin, almost like an invitation. I grasped it closed and blushed at him. He stalked towards me and grabbed my hands, my robe falling back open. I met his eyes as he said nothing, just staring into my eyes as I stared into his. There was a long moment of silence. I expected him to kiss me, thinking he had come here for more sex. Hoped he had. He pulled away suddenly without saying anything as he paced the floor, staring down at his feet. He seemed plagued by something going on in his mind. My stomach grumbled and he must have heard it as well because he paused and faced me. “Can I make you dinner?” I asked, sweeping my voice in an uplifting tone to try to ease whatever was bothering him. “No, I can’t eat right now.” he said quickly and sternly, louder than I had ever heard him speak. I looked into his eyes and challenged, “Why not, are you not hungry? I don-”. He cut me off with a hushed tone, so quiet I didn’t comprehend what he had said. “What?” I said slightly irritated. He grabbed my hands and stared deep into my eyes and blurted out, “ We are mates.”

The color drained from my face as I took a step back. Mates, I- my thoughts swirled so quickly inside my head I couldn’t even think coherent thoughts. I stared at the ground as I tried to focus my mind. Azriel took a seat on one of the dining room chairs, melting into it like ice on a hot day. Mates ... .this was a big deal, I knew that high fae could be mates with humans although eventually they became high fae one way or another. I had never heard of a mortal half breed becoming mates. Every couple hoped to be mates but settled for marriage or just plain love, like my parents who couldn’t get married. This was all so sudden ,my thoughts still swirling. “I know this is very abrupt. I hadn’t planned on telling you so quickly but I didn’t want to keep this from you. I knew once we got back to my room and we looked into each other's eyes, and I think you felt it too. I was hoping it was just the alcohol clouding my ability to tell the difference from just lust. This all sounds ridiculous considering we only just officially met and we hardly know each other. And -” he stopped, trying to gather his thoughts. He let go of my hands and paced around my kitchen, shadows swirling around him. The shadows seemed to be looking at me, reading my every glance. He turned to me again, making his way back to me from the other end of the kitchen where he had stopped pacing to stand and stare out of the window. His face pained he said, “Having a mate you hardly know is challenging. I know we are supposed to be meant for each other but I don’t want to rush things. I want to get to know you and I want you to get to know me before we make anything official but ever since last night I have been craving you. To have you close to me at all times. Touching you at all times.”

I think we both craved an immediate distraction from the decisions we were about to face because we were both panting now. He inched closer and I, for the first time, could read his face. Read what he was thinking about doing to me. My eyes shot up to meet his, a hungry look on my face. “I NEED you now Y/N” he said, the words ringing in my ears sent chills all over my now shaking body. I was shaking with anticipation for him to do what he had been thinking. He grabbed my hips and pulled me into him, his breath was heavy as he hovered his mouth over my ear. He lingered there, his breath hot against my skin. I reached my hand up and placed it on his chest, pushing him backwards. He obeyed my guidance, stepping backwards until his wings splayed out wide against the wall. I grasped at the bottom of his shirt and slowly, teasingly slow, moved it up and off his body. I grazed past every single muscle on his torso. I ran the tips of my pointer finger down his bare chest keeping eye contact with a raised brow. “Tell me again what you need”, I said in a seductive, teasing voice. Shocked at my own confidence.

He tried to lean forward to kiss me but I pushed him back against the wall with one finger. “I need YOU” he said again but with a more desperate tone this time. I smiled sinfully at him as I slipped my finger down to the top of his pants. Hooking my finger just slightly around the top seam and pulling it away from his skin. He groaned and shifted on his feet. The gap between his pants and his skin became tighter on my finger as his size grew in his pants, the seams becoming unbearably tight. I smirked at him and unbuttoned his pants. The second they were unbuttoned they nearly disappeared as the shadows swirled to take them off. He stood bare in front of me, massive wings sprawled against the stone of the wall. I took a couple steps back to admire the view. Like a beautiful statue carved out of stone, I could stare all night. I bit the tip of my finger as I gazed at him.

I slowly untied my robe and slid it off of my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. I then pretended I was going to simply walk away and head up stairs as if I had forgotten about him. My shoulders shook with silent laughter. I only made it two steps before he was suddenly right in front of me, appearing from a wave of shadows. I glanced up at him slowly, trying my best to keep my face uninterested, toying with him. He stepped closer, closing the space between us. I could suddenly feel him throbbing against me. Staring into his eyes I placed a hand on his chest and ran it down his body and grasped his throbbing length in my hand. He whimpered as I slid up it and then back down, watching every facial expression. He threw back his head exposing his neck. I began pumping him vigorously. He purred, leaning into my ear so I could hear him. I could feel him getting close as he reached and grasped my ass, pulling me into him, leaving no room for my hand in between us. He kissed me with such passion. I could feel the shadows dancing all around us like gusts of wind sweeping by. He picked me up, walking us towards the wall. My back pressed hard against the cold stone. I arched my back as he bit onto my neck.

I could feel him against my entrance, I shifted against it, begging for it with my hips. A whimper slipped out of my mouth. Just once, he teasingly rubbed it against the sweet spot between my legs. I gave him a pleading look as he rubbed himself there a few more times, noticing my pleading. Feeling the wetness coming from me his eyes turned wild.

We moaned into each other as he slid in, letting me adjust to his size only for a moment as his movements got quicker. One hand holding the wall and the other squeezing my ass and holding me up as he plunged his tongue into my mouth. The shadows grew darker around us as our moans became louder. I grasped his back with one hand and the other running my fingers through his hair, smooth and silky. I wrapped both arms around him pulling myself into his body even more, so that every inch of my bare body was touching his. His thrusts slowed to a halt, bursting into me as I throbbed in pleasure around him. We remained there for a moment catching our breath. Sweat dripped down both of our backs. He kissed me again and gently let my legs slip down him back to the floor. I still held tight to him, waiting for my legs to stop shaking and regain strength. Both of us breathing heavily into each other's ear. I gathered my strength and slowly walked towards the stairs, grabbing his hand in mine as I went. He followed willingly.

Upstairs I ran a bath for us, we both melted in. He sat behind me, wrapping his arms around me as we lay there in silence, steam rising up past us. His fingers did small lines up and down my arms, my mind empty and quiet. There was so much to think about, and work through but I forced myself not to, to just focus on his touch and the warmth of the bath. If I had stayed in the bath this long by myself it surely would have become cold but with his warmth here with me, I think I could stay here all night. He kissed my temple and got up out of the bath. I watched as he walked out and down the stairs. I soaked in the warmth that still remained in the tub while it lasted. Clothing myself felt like I had just gone through intense training. My muscles were weak and wobbly. I slowly made my way down stairs, muscles tense with each step. The smell of food hit me in the face about half way down. I make it to the bottom to see Azriel cooking something in my kitchen.

“THE Shadowsinger can cook too?” I said in a mocking tone. He whipped his head around to me, looking guilty. “I hope you don’t mind, I helped myself to your kitchen. It is almost ready, but I will admit it is just a can of soup.” he said with a soft smile. He spooned out the soup into two bowls for us and brought it over to the table. I let the steam hit my face before looking up at him. “Thank you”, I said. He smiled, worry filled his eyes. “About what I said earlier…….” He said, stirring his soup. He took a spoon full of his soup in his mouth and swallowed before saying, “I didn’t want to keep it from you but I don’t want you to feel that we have to be together just because we are mates. I want us to take time to get to know each other. Rhys knew about him and Feyre before they even met each other. Lucien knew about Elaine as soon as she came out of the cauldron. Don’t even get me started on Cassian and Nesta. I…. kind of wish we were more like Viviane and Kallias who didn’t know until much later of them being together. I… I just don’t want this to be forced, I want it to be natural. Are you feeling the same way?”

I looked down at my bowl of soup in deep thought. I took a couple of spoonfuls and swallowed hard. Then replied, “ I think letting things happen naturally is a wonderful idea”, I smiled big at him. “I like you……so far”, I said with a sarcastic tone. We both laughed and continued eating our soup. “I feel comfortable around you Az, I haven’t felt like this with anyone else.” I said with a more serious tone. It was true, I felt confident around him and like I could be myself with no judgment. “Good”, he said, making our empty bowls disappear. He walked towards the door and stopped just before, “Still on for our date tomorrow?” he said with a smirk. “Tomorrow”, I said and he disappeared into the night. I’ll admit I wanted him to stay, wanted him to hold me in his arms like he had the night before. I knew it was better that he didn’t. if we were going to let things happen naturally then that's what we were going to do. I walked up my steps and crawled into bed. My mind raced. Falling asleep did not come easily that night.

The next morning I awoke with a smile on my face. Recounting the dreams of Az I had last night, my heart melted with excitement to get through the day. I quickly headed to work with anticipation for the night ahead. The work day was a blur, focusing on my tasks at hand was even harder than it had been the day before. Working through my thoughts of knowing I had a mate. A mate that didn’t want to rush things. My mind wondered in directions I hadn’t thought of before. Like, what if Az didn’t want to rush into things because he wasn’t over knowing he couldn’t have Mor. Even if that were the case, would that be so bad? Everyone needs time to heal, though you would think 500 years of rejection would be difficult to recover from. I shut down my negative train of thoughts by reminding myself that HE had asked ME on a date. He had showed up at my house last night to tell me that we were mates, because he cared enough to not keep it from me. Before I knew it, the work day was over. I was heading home, my mind still clouded with thoughts. I surveyed my arms, no more burns than I had from yesterday's daydreams.

When I reached my doorstep I looked up and met eyes with Mor. She was leaning against the closed door, arms crossed with a smug look on her face. I gave her a confused smile and said sarcastically, “Are you stalking me now Mor?”. She smiled and rolled her eyes, “I just figured you might want some help getting ready”. I opened the door for her with a smile and she followed me upstairs. I quickly took a bath and put on my robe. I pictured myself slipping it off and on to the floor as I had last night. I opened the bathroom door with color staining my face. Mor gave me a knowing smile and gestured towards the dress she had pulled out of my closet. She had also picked out shoes and a hair chain to go along with it. I slipped on the dress and sat down in front of the mirror. Mor began skillfully pulling back half of my hair into a half up, half down hair do. She placed the chain around the back of my head, weaving it through the twist she had done. The chain was silver with small blue gems that hung from it, some on short chains, others on longer chains. It matched the blue of the dress perfectly.

Mor gave me a “tada” look and I smiled at her through the mirror. She then handed me a deep shade of red for my lips. I looked at her with a unsure look. “Come on, just try it, you can wipe it off if you don’t like it” she said, her tone dripping in sass. I put the lipstick on and gawked at my reflection. I hadn’t expected to like such a dark color on me considering I hardly wore lipstick at all but the shade made me feel powerful. It contrasted the blue of the dress so beautifully. She handed me a pair of earrings that matched the hair chain. The shoes she had picked were silver strappy heels. I had just gotten them buckled when I heard a knock on the door. I looked at Mor and she said “Damn, I was going to leave before he got here, have fun”. She quickly winowed away leaving me staring at myself in the mirror. I heard another knock, this one was louder and more dramatic. I ran down the stairs, clicking in my heels. I gathered myself before I opened the door. There stood Azriel, more put together and handsome than before. I scanned him then looked at his face, his eyes also scanning me. Meeting my eyes we stood in silence for a moment before he cleared his throat, “ You look stunning in that dress” he said shyly. “If you do say so yourself, in the dress that you picked out.” I said in a teasing tone. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked off to the side and said, “ Wellll, Mor picked it out really. I just told her what color and she showed me a few she thought you would like and I decided on this one. I’m glad I did because it looks……” He trailed off and just admired me.

I jokingly shoved him and he pretended to nearly fall over from my strength. His shoulders were shaking with quiet laughter as he swept me up in his arms and flew us over to Sevenda’s. I placed my hand on his chest as we soared above the town. The view from above the city was unlike anything I had seen before. It was so warm and welcoming, even at night. Especially at night. That’s when Velaris came to life, when it thrived. We landed in front of Sevenda’s and he swiftly reached to open the door for me. There was a table that was already set and waiting for us. He had prepared. The table was in a quiet corner, with a red table cloth draped neatly over. Candles were set in the corner of the cloth. Two cups were prefilled with wine. He pulled out my chair and gently pushed me in.

I gave him a look and asked, “Did you set all of this up?”. Taking a sip of his wine he looked over his glass at me. “Well, I told Sevenda that I was bringing you here for a date and that I wanted it to be special,” he said shyly. I smiled and gestured my glass to him. We sat across from each other making small talk when they brought out food for us. I took one bite and knew this was going to be the best meal I had ever had. I had never eaten here or any place other than the pleasure hall really. My father never wanted us to go out so I learned to cook. Trying my best to remember what my mother had shown me as a child. I relished each bite of food when Sevenda came to ask how the food was, or to see how the date was going more likely. “This is the best food I have ever had, thank you so much.” I said to her with a smile. “Thank you Sevenda.” Azriel said with a kind look.

Finishing my last bite I readjusted in my seat, my foot tapping against his under the table. I quickly moved my foot and gave him an awkward and apologetic look. He slowly moved his foot to touch mine, leaving it there. Having that connection reminded me why we were here. We were here on a date. I had forgotten for a moment, distracted by the food. My heart started to pound in my chest. We continued with our chatting about general likes and dislikes, his shoe still pressed up against mine. We sipped wine and talked for hours that felt like minutes. We were the only people still there when we decided it was time to go. I began to push my chair out when he held up a hand and quickly came over to move my chair for me. I gave him a charmed smile and giggled.

We walked out the door and he swept me up into the sky. “I don’t want this night to be over”, I said, studying his face. He said nothing but looked at me with a knowing look. He flew us to the House of Wind. I had always marveled at this place from below, so tall that no one without wings or winowing powers was getting in. It was warmer and cozier than I thought it would be. We stood silently in the living room. It was large and opened into the dining room. “Everyone is at the new house so we can have this place to ourselves tonight” he said, running his hand down my arm and grasping my hand. He grabbed my waist and pulled me into him. His hand slipped around my waist and to my back, touching the bare skin on my back. He twirled the strings of the back of my dress with his hands and slowly pulled them undone. He rubbed up the silk of my dress. His fingers slipped under the straps of my dress. He went to pull them off but I stopped him, placing a hand on his chest. “What happened to taking it slow”, I said with a mocking grimace. I shifted my shoulders under his fingers. Helping him slip off the straps, the dress pooled on the floor.

The shadows began swirling around us. They moved towards his shirt and began pulling it up and over his head. “Am I doing that or are you?” I said with a shocked look. He paused for a moment, looking around at them. With a smile he said, “ I guess as my mate they listen to you as well. I can’t imagine you can wield them on your own but you can tell them what to do”. I narrowed my eyes and smirked. “You control all of me” He whispered seductively in my ear. My whole body tingled with chills at the feeling of the words in my ear. I leaned back my head, exposing my neck. He grabbed my hips, pulling me into him. He softly kissed my neck as I melted into him. I felt the shadows removing his pants. He picked me up, and He held me there as he looked into my eyes. I ran my hands through his dark silky hair. I studied his face, trying to figure out what was going on in his mind. He kissed me and said, “I ache for you, Y/N”.

Still holding me, we stared into each other's eyes. Our panting paused by his words. He didn’t say it with sexual intention. He meant it with his heart. With his soul. My throat bobbed with emotion. I looked back and forth between his hazel eyes. They were glowing in the dim light of the room. We dwelled in the silence, skin to skin, both with misty eyes. I wanted to say something but nothing felt like the right thing to say. I want to be your mate, I want to be with you forever. That’s what I wanted to say, but we were taking things slow. Right? We were getting to know each other despite the ancient connection that loomed over us. The mating bond.

He slowly walked me over to the table and laid me down on top of it. He slowly ran his hands down my body. It was with intention, studying me. Like he needed to remember every inch of me, just in case he didn’t get to see it again. I grabbed his hand and placed it on my cheek. I rubbed the back of his hand, with an aching in my chest. He pulled me to the edge of the table, spreading my legs with a slow glide of his hands down my inner thighs. Holding eye contact he put two of his fingers in his mouth and plunged them into me. My back arched off of the table, a moan escaping my mouth. My mind cleared at the feeling of his fingers in me. He slid them in and out of me, his pace quickening. He pulled out his fingers, admiring the wetness on them.

He slides his hand up my torso and gently around my neck, Grasping it with just the right amount of pressure on the sides. I held eye contact with a longing look at him, my mouth gaping open. He slid himself in, painfully slow. Our eyes locked to each other as he pushed all the way in. His other hand bracing himself on the table, as he began thrusting in and out of me. He slid his hand up and off of my throat and cupped my cheek. He placed his thumb on my mouth, rubbing my lips. I open my mouth for his thumb to fall in, wrapping my lips around his thumb and meeting his gaze. His eyes were hungry. He slid his thumb out of my mouth and down my chin, letting my lip bounce back into place. He locked lips with me, and thrusted with more fury and passion. He picked me up and bent me over the table. I whimpered as he pushed deep into me. Wrapping his hands around the front of my thighs, picking up his pace again. He smacked my ass, and then ran his hand over the spot, smoothing the pain. I gripped on to the edges of the table as we both came to release. He stayed there leaning over me as we both caught our breath. He braced himself on the table with his sweat dripping off of him and onto my back. He stood with his hand out for me. I pushed myself up off of the table and grabbed his hand, my legs still wobbly.

“How about a nice bubble bath?” he said as a large bubble bath appeared in the middle of the living room. I looked confused but quickly walked over to get in. He quickly grabbed me and twirled me around facing away from the bubble bath. I giggled, but with an irritated face. “ Not yet” he said, as the lighting changed. I turned back around and there were candles all around the tub, and two glasses of wine. He held out his hand and helped me into the tub. I sunk into the bubbles, the water the perfect temperature. He sunk in behind me, and I nuzzled into him. My head leaning back against his chest, I closed my eyes soaking in the relaxing atmosphere.

He wrapped his arms around me and held on tight. I grabbed the glass to take a drink and he followed my lead. Unwrapping his arms from around me, his free hand resting on my thigh. We both relish in the quiet for a few sips. I then stand to turn my body around to face him, sitting at the other end of the tub. His face turns slightly offended? I think. “Moving away from me?” He says with a flat tone. “I just wanted to face you, so we could talk” Irebute. He tilted his head and said, “ Okay tell me more about your parents”.

My eyes shot down to my glass of wine. He had reluctantly talked about his parents before so it was only fair that I did the same but I hated it. “My mother was a mortal. my father would never talk much about her so all I have is my own memories of her. She was beautiful. She had brown hair that would shine red in the sunlight, amber eyes that looked almost golden, and freckles that scattered across her face. She was very kind. my father was too when she was there. He cared deeply about her and I, but when she had to go back to the mortal lands everything changed. I was still young when the wall went up. my mother begged my father to keep me there with him. We had nothing to go to in the mortal lands and my father had no way of supporting us there. He became cruel towards me once she left, hiding me away. I know it was just because he didn’t want anyone to find out about me being a half-breed and send me over there….. Or worse. The older I got the more he said I looked like her, which was not a good thing to him at all. It was a constant reminder of what he had lost. How he couldn’t keep us all together. How he was stupid enough to fall in love with a mortal.” A tear fell down my face with my last words.

Az leaned in to wipe it from my face and lifted my chin between his thumb and pointer finger. “Did he hurt you?” He said with dark eyes. I couldn’t say anything. He knew my answer from my silence. I just couldn’t bring myself to say that he had put his hands on me. It was nothing compared to the stories I had heard from him, or even what I had heard from Mor. A slap across the face every once in a while was nothing compared to that. Even the time he stuck my hand in the boiling water, or placed a hot dagger to my neck didn’t compare to their stories. I felt silly even crying about it but I couldn’t help it. The tears began flowing and my mouth gaped open with a sob. I hadn’t ever opened up about any of that. Not really. Mor knew my father was unkind with his words. Most people knew that but no one knew about the things he had done to me. I told Az in that moment, through my sobbing as he asked the house for a robe for each of us. He wrapped it around me and then one around himself and he helped me out of the tub. Leading me over to the couch. I stared at a wine stain on the couch cushion as I told him everything. Every detail of what my father had said and did to me. He held me as I sobbed.

It felt awful but yet so freeing to tell someone about it. I kept all my negative thoughts to myself about my father. He was a beloved man for his craftsmanship. People never saw the man he was behind closed doors. They saw him for his talent and only his talent. My mind swirled from the confession. I had opened the floodgates and was unable to control my sobs. He held me the rest of the night.

My eyes fluttered and next thing I knew I woke up in bed. I guessed he carried me here last night after falling asleep on the couch. My head throbbed from the crying , though the wine from the night before likely didn’t help. I look over to see him still asleep next to me. I took a moment to admire his face, unaltered by the unreadable mask he usually puts up. I quietly slipped out of bed, still in the robe from last night. I braided my hair into a half hazard braid and went down the hall to the kitchen. I cooked breakfast with ingredients I could find. I didn’t try to ask the house for things because I assume I have to possess some kind of power to do so. Suddenly I feel hands wrap around my waist and I don’t even have to look to know it’s him. Slightly startled by the fact that I couldn’t hear him walk up on me, I leaned into him and I could feel his breath on my neck. He kissed me just behind my ear and I giggled at the sensation. “Go sit down, it’s almost ready” I say with a smile.

He obliged and sat at the table. I turned with our plates and caught his gaze. He looked at me with one eyebrow ever so slightly raised. Anyone who didn’t know his face well wouldn’t have noticed, but I can tell he is questioning me. “Just so we are clear, I am not offering this food as a mating ceremony. Better?” I say my tone full of sass. He glances down for a moment with a smile as if containing laughter and said, “ I wasn’t questioning you because of that, but that is a good point. I was really just wondering why you didn’t just ask the house for a meal already made”. I paused and then sat in the chair next to him. “I thought I had to have powers to ask the house for things. Plus, I like cooking and I wanted to do it for you. In a - not - mating bond way”. He takes a bite and looks at me with a face I have never seen him male before. “Is it BAD?” I say with confusion. His expression melts into a soft smile and he swallows. “Oh, far from bad. It is amazing. Like you should have your own spot in town. People all over Velaris need this food.” He says with overzealous enthusiasm. This feels out of place coming from him. “Okay, no need for theatrics Az” I say with a slight attitude. He lets out a small laugh, “I was just saying it was good”. We finish our meal and he flew me home.

A few months go by like this, going on dates and spending time getting to know each other. We spend at least two nights a week together when he isn’t away. I run my shop like normal. I go to Rita’s a few times with Mor. I make him various meals and or baked goods, making sure to mention that they aren't a mating offer every time. Even though I want them to be, badly. The more I get to know about him the more I just want to skip over all of the “getting to know you” and just accept the ancient bond that ties us. We learn more about my ability to control his shadows. It’s not necessarily that I can control them but more that they can hear my thoughts. They have a mind of their own, come to find out, and they won’t just do whatever I want them to. Az says I just need to practice but I am convinced they do what they want. He has been showing me how he controls them and it is definitely much different than me thinking about how badly I want his shirt off and them complying.

I learn more about his inner circle and they become my friends, no, my family. Azriel cares for them all so deeply that it’s hard not to do the same. Az knows more about his friends than anyone else. I know he doesn’t ever say it but he most definitely shows it. He has impeccable attention to detail. He knew exactly what to get as gifts and what to do to make them feel better. He acts like they are just pains in his ass but deep down he cares, more than he would ever admit. I guess brooding in the corner gives you the perfect insight. well that and being a spy as your literal job.

Currently, He has been gone for a week doing that job. It is the longest we have been apart from each other since we met. I miss him, though I am trying to act like I don’t but after you have spent so much time with someone for four months and then you don't get to see them for a whole week, it is hard to pretend you don’t miss them. To further my ache, I don’t know when he is getting back. I bake a lot while he is gone to keep myself busy, usually taking over whatever I had made to the River House. I am half hoping for him to be there but also just trying to pawn off all of the goods I had been baking. I ask Mor just about every other day if she has heard when he is getting back. Rolling her eyes and shaking her head with a smile is the response I get most days. I wonder if he is missing me as much as I am him. I picture him brooding in a corner somewhere, draped in shadows. His hazel eyes shimmering with moisture. Yearning for me just as much as me. When someone walks into the shop the image disappears.

“Still daydreaming about him huh? If I would have known you all would be so annoyingly in love I would have intervened when he brought you home. I think it was already too late at that point though” A male voice says from the other end of the shop. I don’t have to look up from my work, I already know it's Cassian. I smile to myself about the last bit of his comment. “If I would have known YOU were going to be so annoying I would have ran the other way the first night.” I said, making sure he could hear the sass. “No you wouldn’t have” he says. He is right but I am not going to tell HIM that. “What do you need, Cassian?” I say, rolling my eyes and a half grin that I tried to hide. “Nothing, I just had very strict orders to come and check on you if your mate was gone for longer than a few days” he says. I stare at him for a moment. “It has been seven days”. “Oh, well someone is keeping count aren’t they?” he says mockingly. “Well, I am fine. So you can go Cassian” I turn back to my work. I see out of the corner of my eye that he is walking back to leave but then stops just before the door. I look over at him but he has his back to me. “I guess I’ll have to tell him that you didn’t want this letter then.” he says holding a letter in his hand, still facing away from me. He begins to turn but I'm already across the shop ripping it from his hands. He says something else but I don’t hear, already reading the letter.

“Y/N, I hope Cassian actually gets this letter to you after a few days.” I roll my eyes. “I wish I was there to check on you myself. To see those golden eyes and run my hands through your hair. I hope you aren’t too distracted without me there” I laugh at that because how could I not be. “I have been planning something special for us when I get back. Something that I have been thinking about for awhile. Have Mor take you to pick out a new dress for my return, something I can slip off of you later. I will see you soon.”

I blush, folding the letter back up. He definitely isn’t a man of many words but he is a romantic. Biting my lip I finish up my work and close the shop. I lock the door and turn to walk back to my house and Mor is standing in my path. Shocked, I just stared at her. Was she here to take me shopping? How would she know what the note said? “Hellllooo?” She says snapping me out of my awkward stare. She waves a note in front of my face and says, “Someone told me to give this to you a few days after the one he gave to Cassian.” “But-” I began to say but she cut me off, “Yeah, Cassian told me he forgot to give it to you until today. Why did he trust Cassian to do something like that anyway?” We both laugh and I take the note from her and tell her that she is supposed to take me shopping for a dress as I unfold the new letter.

“Y/N, I’m sure Cassian didn’t get the first letter to you when he was supposed to. Lucky for him I will be gone longer than I expected so I wrote another note for you and entrusted it to Mor. I am sorry I have been gone so long, gathering the information we need is taking longer than we had expected. I miss you more than words could explain. I know that sounds foolish since it has only been a week but it feels like it has been an eternity. I need to hold you again. Feel you close to me. I need to touch you. I have been thinking about you everyday and can’t wait to get back to see you. I hope you have picked out something nice to wear. I mean, you always look nice but I want this to be special for us. I will see you soon, love.”

I fold the letter closed and hold it to my chest. Hoping to feel close to him. Okay, a man of more words this time. Even more romantic. I realize Mor is staring at me and I straighten and put the note in my pocket. “Missing him that much huh?” she says with a smirk. I just give her a look and she hooks her arm in mine as we walk to pick out a dress. I hardly ever shop for “unnecessary clothes” so I let Mor do most of the work for me. She picks out several dresses and has me try them on for her. I feel ridiculous but I can tell she is loving it. We settle on another blue one but this one is a deeper blue, almost black. It has a slit down the side that shows most of my leg when I walk. It has long flowy sleeves that split at my elbow and drape down. It is form fitting and has a low back like the last one. The neckline plunges down, showing a considerable amount of cleavage. It is much fancier than the last dress and feels like I might be overdressed for almost any occasion. The material is warm for the cold nights, it shimmers in the light. “It looks like the night sky.” Mor says with an exasperated look. She then proceeds to fan herself as if she is swooning. I laugh and roll my eyes. “We will take this one.” she says.

As I walk back to my house, my new dress draped over my arm, I stare at the ground the whole way, imagining what he could possibly have planned for us. Another date at Sevenda’s? A date-? My thoughts are interrupted when I reach my door. A man standing there. I walked closer and then began running. It’s him. My chest tightens and my eyes well up. I threw my arms, and the dress, over his shoulders. The dress hung over his wing. He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me in close. I nuzzlemy face into his neck and he whispers, “I missed you”. My heart melts and I tell him “I missed you too”. He pulls away and opens my door for me. I quickly sling the dress over a chair and wrap my arms around his neck as he closes the door. I run my fingers through his hair and stare into his eyes. The corner of his mouth curls up slowly. He cups the side of my face and kisses me deeply, the whole world fading away around us. His shadows ripping through my hair with passion.

He pulls away suddenly, “I need to bathe, I didn’t go home first. I just needed to see you”. I smile and say, “We can go together”. “No, I am going to go home and bathe. You put on that dress and meet me at the River House.” he says with a smirk. He quickly leaves, closing the door behind him before I can ask any questions. I stand staring at the door and then a knock on the door makes me roll my eyes. “I didn’t think you would leave like th-” I stop speaking when I realize it is Mor. “What in the cauldrons name is going on?” I say slightly irritated from my confusion. “ I am just coming to help you get ready for your date, I got home and Rhys told me Azriel was getting back today so I turned around and came here. I could just leave if you are going to be like that.” she says in a challenging tone but then smiling. I take a deep breath and laugh, “ I am sorry, he just left after I hadn’t seen him for seven days. I didn’t get to ask any questions. Then I thought you were him knocking on my door.” She shakes her head and grasps my arm. She drags me along with her up the stairs, grabbing the dress on her way up.

I change into the dress, still in awe of its beauty. As Mor does my hair into a very delicate up-do I do my makeup. I use the lipstick she had made me wear on the first date. She fixes several small gems into my hair and smiles at me in the mirror with a look in her eyes that I haven’t seen before. I don’t know how to describe it, proud, but also relieved? I give her a questioning look but she just walks away and comes back with shoes for me to put on. “Okay, let's go," she says in an urgent tone. I walk with her down the stairs and I grab the couple of sweets I had baked the night before on the way out. As we walk out of my house and towards the River House I glance at Mor. She is also dressed nicely, she has changed from when I saw her earlier. I want to comment but something stops me. We walk in silence the whole way. Once arriving at the River House Cassian is waiting to open the door for us. Strange. I think but just give him a silent look as I walk in.

The house is silent. It doesn’t have the usual hustle and bustle, the usual banter. “Az is up in his room” Cassian says with an alarmingly large smile on his face. “Okay…..weirdo” I say with a questioning look. I walk up the stairs and down the hall to Azriel’s room. I open the door to see him looking at himself in the mirror. He is dressed in a suit…… I haven't seen him in a suit, ever. I stand there for a moment enjoying the view but he notices me in the mirror. He turns around and smirks at me, “wow” he whispers as his eyes trail up and down me. “Whatever you have planned must be really fancy for you to be wearing a suit” I say with a hungry smile. “Or did you just wear it for me to take off?” I say laughing. I wrap my hands around the back of his neck and he runs his hands down the sides of my waist. I run one hand down his chest and grab his tie, “I have to say I am loving the tie”.

He cups my face with his hand and I lean into it. “I have just missed you so much and I wanted to do something special for us. Something extra special” He says in a serious tone. I look up at him to make eye contact. His eyes are serious. I hold eye contact looking for something to say. The silence builds between us, I can hear his heart racing. “Y/N I want you to be mine, do you want to accept this bond?” He says rubbing the back of his neck. My heart begins pounding out of my chest. I stay silent trying to gather the best words to say. “You can say no, I know we said we were taking it slow but it just feels right and-” I cut him off by putting my finger to his mouth. “Of course I do” I say, my eyes welling up. “This is what you have been planning this whole time?” I say with a wide smile. “Well, not just this but yes” he says. “The kitchen is ready for you to make whatever your heart desires and then I will meet you out back after that”. Before I can get a question in, he has already winowed away.

I walk down the stairs trying to keep my excitement down. The house is now empty, all the lights are on as if people were just there. I walk into the kitchen, my mind swirling with ideas of what to make. This isn’t like all the other food I had made for him. This one means everything. It is going to seal our bond forever. I decided to keep it simple by making the bread my mom taught me how to make when I was young. Azriel had said it was the best bread he had ever had. I carefully measure the ingredients, not something I normally do. This has to be perfect, nevermind the fact that it could literally taste like dirt and he wouldn’t care. The time it takes to bake feels like an eternity. Once it is finally done I take off the apron I had put on to protect my dress. I pull my long sleeves back down to their place. I have to say baking in a dress and heels is something I never expected to do. I waited for it to cool enough to put it on a fancy plate that had been set out. I take a deep breath and walk towards the back door.

The doors open for me and it is Rhys and Cassian. They both wink at me as I look at them. I then look forward and out towards the back. There are candles set up everywhere and Az is standing at the end of chairs set up. The chairs are full of our friends, Cassian and Nesta with Gwyn and Emerie. Rhys with Feyre who is holding Nyx in her lap and Elain with her. Amren with Varian. Then Mor pops up next to me and fixes a piece of hair that has fallen out of the updo then goes to sit with Cassian. I smile, realizing he had planned all of this for me. I couldn’t imagine having anyone else here with me other than these friends. The friends that have taken me in as their own.

I slowly walk down the aisle of chairs trying not to cry. My dress shimmeringing from the lights of the candles. Just like the night sky. I think with a smile, my gaze rising back up to meet with Az’s. My hands shaking while holding the bread I had plated. I am now wishing I had made something a bit more complex. I set the bread down on the small table in front of Azriel and everyone cheers. “I made bread because it was the first thing my mom had taught me how to bake. It means a lot to me and when you had told me it was the best you had ever had it suddenly meant even more.I hope you weren’t just saying that because now I am going to be making you this bread for the rest of our lives” I say staring into his eyes. I suddenly feel as if there is no one else there. It is just Azriel and I. He kisses me with a power I haven’t felt before, everyone cheers again. “What are we even supposed to do at these things anyways” Cassian says, suddenly cutting that feeling of it just being the two of us. Mor nudges him and hands me a knife. I cut a slice of bread and placed it on the smaller plate there on the table.

He grabs the piece of bread and pauses. He looks deep into my eyes with a smile. He eats the bread in very small taunting bites. Surely just trying to make a show of it. He puts the last piece in his mouth and swallows. “Now THAT was the best bread I have ever had in my life”. He says and pulls me in for a kiss. Everyone claps and cheers for us but they become quieter and quieter. The world melts away. The kiss consumes me in a whirl of emotions. It feels like everything else that has happened up until this point was irrelevant, and nothing will ever top this moment. We don’t break from it and the silence builds, building tension. Tension so strong that I know everyone else can smell it on us. Shadows whip out and knock the flames from all of the lit candles. Leaving only the light from the night sky. “Aaaaaand that is our queue to head out” Cassian says and everyone quietly cheered and talked amongst themselves as they left. Azriel kisses me deeper and wraps his arms around me tight.

He winows us to his room, I wouldn’t have noticed other than the surge of power that I felt from him. His kisses become more hungry with each one. His teeth scrape against my bottom lip. I whimper at the feeling. His shadows dance around us, in an uncontrolled manner. He slides his hands around my waist and up my back, grabbing ahold of my zipper. He kisses my neck and sinks in his teeth as he unzips my dress. A moan slips from my lips with the pressure of his teeth on my neck. He then kisses up my neck and back to my lips. Sliding his hands up my torso. He slides his hands under the neck of my dress, sliding off the long sleeves. The touch of his bare hands on even my arms feels sensual, chills run up and down my spine. The dress falls to the floor pooling in a shimmery pile on the floor. I lock eyes with him, they are dark and hungry. I focused my energy and the shadows began swirling in a more controlled manner. I sweep them over towards him. I wrap my hands around his tie and pull him back into me, both of us panting.

The shadows pull his suit jacket off as I begin un-buttoning his shirt. It feels like there are a thousand buttons and I can’t unbutton them fast enough. The shadows rip around and tear the shirt off, the last few buttons flying past me. My cheeks flame with heat, “Sorry I didn’t mean to-”. He cuts me off by putting his mouth to mine. His tongue slipped in between my lips. He picked me up and carried me to the bed, tossing me down on the silk sheets. I land on my back with a slight bounce from the impact, with my legs bent and feet flat on the sheets. He runs his hands up my calves and around the bend of my leg. He grabs hold of my waist and pulls me to the end of the bed. He hooks my legs over his shoulders with a devilish smile. I give him a longing look as he sinks down to his knees on the floor in front of the bed. My chest rises and falls with anticipation. He kisses inside my thighs. Then hungrily licks up my middle unexpectedly. I gasp at the sudden burst of pleasure. He smirks up at me as I grasp my aching breasts. He slides two fingers into me and my back arches. He plunges them in and out at a quick pace. His tongue worked in time with his fingers. I erupt with pleasure and he kisses up my body. Kneeling on the bed I reach up to grab for the button of his pants but he pushes me back down gently. “Use the shadows” he says in a quiet but stern tone. I target my energy on wielding them. They whip around Az in a slightly more controlled manner than earlier. Coming around and unbuttoning his pants. “That’s my girl” he says with a ferocious smile.

I sit up on the bed snaking around him and push him down to his back. Shadows swirled around and pulled his pants off just as he settled on the bed. I run my hands up every ridge of his wonderfully cut abdomend, digging in my nails just slightly on the way back down. “I can’t believe this is mine for the rest of our lives” the words slip out of my mouth. He smiles softly, “Forever” he whispers. I crawl on top of him cupping his face with my hands and lean in to kiss him. He places his hands on the tops of my thighs. I can feel him throbbing behind me. I sit up and reach behind me. Grabbing a hold of him and positioning myself over him. I lock eyes with him as I slowly lower myself onto him. His head rears back as I take in all of him. He reaches up to grab ahold of me but I grab his hands and pin them to the bed. I roll my hips just once and watch his reaction. He squirms a bit and a moan slips from his mouth. I move up and down at a slow teasing pace. I moan and release his hands.

He grabs my waist and thrusts up into me deeper. He runs his hands up my torso and cups my breast. “Azriel” I moan looking down at him. He grabs me and flips me over while still inside of me. Not missing a beat he hungrily thrust into me. “I love you” he whispers in my ear. My heart skips a beat. “I love you”, I say breathlessly. His thrust slows as my eyes fill with tears, “ Are you okay?” he says with slight panic. “Yes, I am just overwhelmed with emotions” I say reassuring him. I make my tone more serious, “but I don’t want you to stop”. “Fuck” he moans and thrusts harder. He cups my face with one hand and kisses me, grabbing my bottom lip with his teeth. His hands sweep mine together and in them to the bed above my head and plunges in and out of me with an overwhelming desire. He slows as we both climax. He pauses to catch his breath and then rolls over next to me. He cradles me in his arms, his wings wrapped around me. It is just like the first night only this time, we are mated. Connected together forever, in an uncontrollable bond. This is how I get to spend the rest of my life, with MY mate. My eyes are heavy as I drift off to sleep. Cradled in his arms.

The End

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whuts up genius

Omg hi Dase!! Hru? :]

[akuqilla]

Hitori Boushi kanji & romaji lyrics

独り奉死

快楽を呼ぶ声が 脳(あたま)を蝕んだ 振り払う術はなく あんたのもとへ

心地よい服従に 悶えて 身を委ね 欲望に舵を取る あぁ狂おしい

家事 給仕 マッサージ 回峰行 人柱 誰かに 盗られるのなら いっそ殺して

骨の髄 髄まで尽くして ほろり 花と散る この命も捧げて それで終われたら… 尽くし 尽くし つく 澪標 独り奉死

お気にの首輪と足枷は 契りの印 どうかこのままいさせて あんたの奴隷でいられることが 生きがいです

望むなら(求めさせて) 電流 火くぐり 氷締めも 身体が(覚えてるね) 熱く刻まれた 愛の罪

何なりとご用命を!さぁ!(飯出せ) 内臓は要りますか?(ありがとう) 異次元の負荷を即頂戴 いますぐ

骨の髄 髄まで尽くして ほろり 花と散る 手段なんて選ばない 僕はこうして活きる

いつか…散ってしまうのなら 最後はあんたの傍がいい 咲いて 咲いて 咲き乱れて あんたの"記憶の花"になります

もう一度生まれ変わって あんたに仕えます 愛おしき命令よ もっともっとください

髄 髄まで尽くして ほろり 花と散る この命も捧げて それで終われたら… 尽くし 尽くし つく 澪標 独り奉死

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Hitori Boushi

Kairaku o yobu koe ga atama o mushibanda furiharau sube wa naku anta no moto e

kokochiyoi fukujuu ni modaete mi o yudane yokubou ni kajiwotoru aa kuruoshii

kaji kyuuji massaaji kaihougyou hitobashira dareka ni torareru nonara isso koroshite

hone no zui zui made tsukushite horori hana to chiru kono inochi mo sasagete sore de owaretara… Tsukushi tsukushi tsuku miotsukushi hitori boushi

okini no kubiwa to ashikase wa chigiri no shirushi douka kono mama i sasete anta no dorei de irareru koto ga ikigaidesu

nozomunara (motome sasete) denryuu hi kuguri koori jime mo karada ga (oboe teru ne) atsuku kizama reta ai no tsumi

nan narito goyoumei o! Saa! (Meshi dase) naizou wa irimasu ka? (Arigatou) i jigen no fuka o soku choudai ima sugu

hone no zui zui made tsukushite horori hana to chiru shudan nante erabanai boku wa koushite ikiru

itsuka… chitte shimau nonara saigo wa anta no soba ga ii saite saite sakimidarete anta no "kioku no hana" ni narimasu

mouichido umarekawatte anta ni tsukaemasu itooshiki meirei yo motto motto kudasai

zui zui made tsukushite horori hana to chiru kono inochi mo sasagete sore de owaretara… Tsukushi tsukushi tsuku miotsukushi hitori boushi

[missbunnybunny]

-If you were the moon and I was the tide, no matter the distance, the tide always follows the moon. For the moon was the tides one true love.-

141 + könig x reader. CWs: none, just Widow. Fluff, and hopefully, everyone likes this!

I'll be posting every 1 to 2 weeks. Mostly 2 weeks. I hope that's okay with everyone.

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When talking about a person, they could say something along the lines of: ' Oh! they're kind.' 'They're sweet and funny.' ' friendly and an absolute sweethearts'.

But when asked to describe a certain Widow, they would say: 'menace.' 'Crackhead.' 'hyperactive.' ' crazy.' ‘She might bite your ankles if you don’t watch out type of person.’ And most of all ' unpredictable.' Is what they would say about her But they would also say that's what they loved about her. (Not the ankle biting part)

When tasked to work in such high and dangerous jobs, such as the military having some laughs to ease the tension can help a lot. And that was what Widow and Soap were, mostly Widow. She constantly made everyone smile, that or worry about her unhinged behavior.

So when she was smiling and jumping off the walls like a kid given candy on Christmas morning and was told santa left her some good present. No one bated an eye, except for 2 people. König, who obviously knew what was happening and price, who noticed that she was hyper than usual. Like he thought she was foaming at the mouth. ( might get her checked for Rabies.)

The rest of 141 started to take notice that Widow smiled up at the air, lost in thought, laughing a little more than usual. Making her look like a maniac, slightly talking nonsense to herself, still smiling. The normal, questionable but normal.

Soap notched ghost with his shoulder, making the taller male look at him, and lower his head to listen. Still keeping his eyes on the spaced out Widow, ' ya, think she finally lost it?' Soap asked. Ghost shook his head and spoke,' na', she lost it a while ago. Can't be it.'

As they still kept an eye on Widow, as a tall giant walked up to the short woman. They could see him waving his hand in front of the woman, but she was still lost in her own world. He visibly deflated, seeing that his attempt to wake her from her dream world failed. He gave her a tap on her shoulder.

The woman snapped out of her dase, jumping a little while letting out a yelp. Quickly blinking and looking up at the person in front of her. When she registered who it was, her face irupted into a red mess.

Widow quickly aderted her face from könig. Feeling her face was about to explode, like a granade. König worried, looked over Widow and asked if she was alright. She quickly responded with an ' am fine.'

Ghost and soap stared wide-eyed at the interaction unfolding in front of them. They watched as both Widow and König walked off to the cafetería. Soap stared, his mouth still open. He pointed at the now empty space and said,' Did she just...' he looked up at ghost, who gave him a nod.

Ghost and soap couldn't believe that they had just witnessed. Widow's face was red, and she could hardly look könig in the eyes. What shocked them the most was that she looked almost shy and embarrassed to see könig in front of her.

Yeah, that sealed the deal for them. Widow was indeed broken. There was no way in hell that Widow would act such a way. Widow knew little to no shame! This woman nonchalantly walked into ghost's room and took all his shirts and pants. Just cuz she felt like messing with ghost after a prank soap pulled on him.

The reason why was cuz, soap had a month before taken all of ghost's shirts, pants and black boxers. Only to leave him pink short with the words 'love mom' in the back.

But Widow had some mercy she left him a pair of pink shorts with red hearts and a sleeve-less tank top. To say ghost was confused was an understatement. Who the bloody hell rods a man of his clothes to only leave him, pink shorts and a tank-top!

Widow walked up to ghost and, with a smile, handed him a basket of his folded clothes, her excuse, 'It was my turn to laundry, hope you didn't mind.' Ghost annoyed, took his clothes back, and changed.

To say that everyone was amusement at what they saw was true, they where also so fucking confused. What the fuck is going on! Soap took as many pictures as he could of the funny sight, before ghost could beat the hell out of him.

'Not a word. Ya hear.' Ghost warned. They all nodded nervously. Widow nodded with a smile. Yeah, she was evil. After that, accurance it solified even more the fact that what they saw was the equivalent of seeing a pig fly.

Gaz knew something was up when Widow was jumping up and down, normal right. Yeah, but every time she jumped around, a small noise could be heard. It could have been her dog tags, sure , but it sounded like multiple ones, and it wasn't the normal sound of dog tags clicking together. Widow didn't usually wear jewelry, like necklaces or rings, since she was forgetful and might lose them, and the fact that she was very clumsy.

Finally, after a week 141, had a meeting regarding a mission they were to be given. After the meeting ended, Price asked what made widow Crazier that usual. He had to know and so did the rest of the task force, where also wondering the cause.

After hearing those words. She froze, completely forgetting the conversation she was having with König. ' Was it that obvious?' She asked wide-eyed.

Price let out a loud belly laugh and said,' You're not the best at hiding it.' Widow looked around to the rest of her team and saw them all nod. Her face grew red, and she hid her face with her hands, lining to hide onto königs chest. ' Why... this is so embarrassing'. She muttered out loud.

König patted her in the back, telling her that it would be fine to tell them. She looked up at him and asked shyly in a low voice,'You sure?'. König nodded.

Now everyone was confused. The hell was going on. Widow took a deep breath and took königs hand in hers and shy showed it to everyone, red faced she said 'me and könig are dating. I really like him'. Now it was königs turn to shyly look away from everyone. Widow slowly pulled up a silver chain from under her shirt.

Everyone looked at the chain to see a diamond ring. Everyone's jaw hit the floor, price choked on his cigar, gaz chocked on his soda. Ghost was left to stunned to speak, soap almost passed out. As for laswell, all her paperwork was on the floor, gone like the wind.

The thought on each and every single one of their minds was <when did this happen!?!> Soap was the first to break the ice and said,' sense when?'. Widow answered with a smile ' a few weeks ago. I was gonna tell ya, but I couldn't find the right time. You were all busy.' Her face was less red, and she wasn't hiding anymore as she spoke.

Ghost looked at könig expectantly, könig took notice and decided to speak.' I proposed.. and asked her to be my girlfriend.' Many emotions were running high, happiness, surprised, and so much more. But they were happy for them.

Everyone in the room congratulated the couple. Widow thought now was the time to tell her brothers the good news. Yeahhh, she didn't tell the either... this would be fun.

- a few hours later: Germany -

A young man was sitting on the floor, wiping his sweaty face with a towel while holding a battle of water in his other hand.

He was tired, very tired, military training was going to be the end of him, he thought. But he was glad that he was done and sense it was still early in the morning. He was planning to eat and get some rest before his duties started. He looked at his watch and read 6:00 am.

He closed his eyes and wished that at least today would be a good day. He opened his eyes to see one of his colleagues walking up to him. They told him that someone from England was calling.

He thanked his friend and went to the waiting call. ' Hello, this is lutenent Michael. Who may i be speaking to?' He asked. From the other line, he heard someone yawning ' tu hermana, i got some good news.' The woman told him.

'I know you're my sister after hearing your ugly voice so early in the morning, y cuel es la noticia? What is the news?' He laughed, hearing his sister dramatically gasp, calling a rude asshole.

' Well... I got proposed and asked to be someone's girlfriend. Como te queda el ojo - what do u think-' she heard nothing nothing but silence from the other end of the line. She checked that it didn't disconnect. Nope, it was still very much connected.

' estás bien? - you good-' she asked. He quickly snaped out of it and asked,' Are you serious? No, me jales la pierna.-dont pull my leg-. Who was it?' He asked, shocked. He was too young and too early for a heart attack.

'It was könig, listen i really like him, his kind and treats me well. Yo me mataría por el y el por mí- i would die for him, and he would for me-.'

'Ay que bueno - Ah, that's good - i didn't give him my blessing for nothing.' Michael sighed in relive, he liked könig and if his sister was happy, then so was he. Besides, maybe family diners won't leave him bed ridden from food poisoning.

'Tú que??-you what- you knew he was gonna ask me?' She asked, shocked and confused. ' he asked me and Alex for your hand'. Michael shrugged.

'No lo puedo creer- i can't believe this-'. She laughs, and she beads her brother. Goodbye. It was time to call her younger brother and tell him the news....

- Korea 10:30-

We all know that anyone in the military values sleep. They love sleep. If you would ask any military personnel what they like the most, they would say SLEEP!. Yes, they love their families and friends, and yes, have a love and hate relationship with life. But sleep.

So why in gods fucking green earth is his sleep being cut short and on his day off, oh hell no. Someone best be dying (hopefully not), his sister getting married or the world is ending. Even if the world was ending he still would rather choose sleep.

The ringing of his phone was becoming so ungodly loud. If there was any God out there, help this man get some sleep! Alex begrudgingly looked at his phone.

Unknown number read the screen, since it looked like it was no one important. He answered, the Alex way. ' 911, what is your emergency? You best be dying, eres el Cuco-your the boogeyman - or your getting jumped, which is it. May I know your emergency?'

The person on the other side of the line was silent before responding,' Ah, yes. Your sister has gotten proposed to and asked to be a girlfriend. She gladly accepted. Does that count as an emergency.' The older woman smiled and laughed at the other end.

Now it Alex's turn to be rendered speechless. After a few seconds, he answered,' Ah, am sorry ma'ma. But it seems to be that I was the one that got jumped. My apologies, maldita loca habladora.-fucking crazy, Liar.'

'Am not lying, and from a scale of 1 to 10, how jumped do you feel?' She asked, laughing. She really missed the way Alex answered his phone, when he was annoyed/unknown number or it he knew it was her or Michael.

' ummm, let me see. I feel as sleep deprived as any man in the army, but to answer. I got hit in the gut, smacked, bamboozled, and I think, Staded in the heart, might have been hit by a car along the way. My answer is 10 out of 10 hit by a HUMVEE. Does that answer your question ma'ma.'

' ah, no pues estás muerto mi hijo.-ah, than your dead, my son.' She laughed even more loudly. ' But all jokes aside, how do you feel? About the news, I mean.'

' Who was it? Oh, please tell me it was that big guy! I quite like him. If it's anyone else am pulling my gun. Am not afraid of jail or prison.' He said blankly.

'Yes to big guy no to prison or jail. You're too cute for that. Remind my dear sir, was this a worthy 911 call.' Smiled nostalgicaly. She found it funny that Alex still used her 911 joke. Although if it was anyone else, this joke would be met with confusion.

Alex responds 'very much. Next one, you better be getting married. Now, it's almost 11, and a man needs some sleep. I love you, but fuck off and let me peacefully die'. He exclaimed while throwing his face into the pillow.

'Love you too, you and me both. I need some sleep, see you on the other side.' She laughs, receiving a laugh from the other line before hanging up.

But oh well, you learn a few things from your family, especially your older siblings. Although learning a few things from Widow might not be good. But at lass that family for you.

After her talk with her siblings, she could feel a weight being lifted off her chest. She hates lying to her family when it comes to such great news. Learning to tell people what is on your mind can be hard, but widow understands that there are people who will listen and help.

Widow is the happiest she could ever be she has someone who truly loves her, a loving family, and her crazy siblings. What else could a girl ask for.

Now, it was mission time. So, no funny business. Widow, it's not mission impossible, and you're not James bond. She told herself, while humming the theme of mission impossible.

Hopefully, she can have some peaceful sleep tonight. Tomorrow is a new day and a new challenge.

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Things that went through my mind while watching this episode:

--Sawashiro Miyuki, my gosh, one of my favorite vocal performances in this whole series. That sinister way she taunts Tanjiro, and how well it fits that haughty pose when she's perching in the window (erm, new window). It's one of those moments that makes me lose my mind. I'm going to be in so much pain when I hear her final crying scene in the surround sound of a movie theater.

--Speaking of favorites, this encounter she and Tanjiro have in the air is one of my favorite Water Breath sequences, because animation-wise, it's masterful. Every action has sense and flow, for being airborne the gravity has fantasy realism, the shifting of angles is impressive but fluid enough not to be distracting, you can see Daki & Tanjiro both adjusting to each other's actions, and there's a serenity to both of them. Daki is toying with a mouse, but Tanjiro has come so far in his battle experience since, say, his airborne fight with Yahaba, and it shows. He doesn't display confidence, per-say, but realistic understanding and use of his abilities. It's just such a beautiful sequence.

--Timing and delivery-wise, that moment when Koinatsu's like, "oh, yeah, I mean, I knew you were a boy. …duh" and Tanjiro is more surprised by this than anything else in this whole episode. He and Koinatsu really did have a sweet relationship very unlike anything else in the series, it's like if Tanjiro had grown up having a young aunt he was close to. It's mutually tender in spite of an understanding of an enormous gulf between them in the different worlds they're part of. And that smile when she tells him she doesn't want anything to happen to him, it's so nice when Tanjiro gets to enjoy that simple concern others have for him, absent of any expectations of his swordsmanship.

--Speaking of relations, OHHHH, THIS EPISODE GETS ME IN THE KAMABOKO FEELS. Like, it is legit hilarious that Tanjiro & Inosuke are told by a Pillar than he has assumed Zenitsu dead, and they're like, "…so anyway, look what our hands do" and then after I was thinking about that the other day I saw this fanart from @solqau which captures the humor of the situation perfectly. But like, it's striking how they both have THAT MUCH faith in Zenitsu to not be dead. At least in Tanjiro's case, he has known since the very first instant he smelled Zenitsu just how powerful he is, and in Inosuke's case, it may be that he assumes Zenitsu has found a way to run away, or he just doesn't even mentally engage with the idea of Zenitsu having been harmed. And then, constanting with Tanjiro absolute faith in Zenitsu being fine, this is the second time in the series when Tanjiro specifically tells Inosuke, "don't die." Inosuke, for being so brash and not always having an accurate assessment of his own abilities and the danger he's in, causes Tanjiro so much more worry. And Inosuke said he was going to say the same thing to Tanjiro--Inosuke has seen Tanjiro in peril, they went through the loss of Rengoku together, it just simply bothers Inosuke more than Tanjiro is mortal too.

--Setting those layers aside entirely, this scene of them just sitting around in kimono and makeup and chatting on the roof in the sunshine is so cute. Inosuke using body language to try to get Kentaro to understand the demon he's already found and Tantaro just not getting it! That animation of Inoko thwacking Sumiko belongs in the background of a Taiko drum arcade game, and another wallpaper I want for my computer is their chibis way at the bottom of the screen with a vast blue sky behind them. GENKI DASE!! thwack

--And then Uzui… the way he just shuts off the flamboyance valve when the sense of responsibility and recognition of a poor decision floods in. He really feels that much regret for Zenitsu's presumed death, and this is also the moment when he is accepting that, as Inosuke so plainly pointed out a couple days before, his wives are all probably dead. And, in true hardened ninja and Pillar style, he is grappling with that precisely as he is taking solo actions to put an end to the demon responsible.

--The muki-muki nezumiiiiiiiii!!!!! YAAASSSSS, I LOVE THEM!!!!!!! I got a plush I was very happy with at the Ufotable gallery, but I kind of wish I had gotten the t-shirt with the simple design of them, and Inosuke (with his head through the ceiling) on the back being impressed with them. I love that we got to see him and Uzui connecting over this excitement throughout the Taisho Secret, and that image of the muki muki mice standing against the moonlight like the Pillars are in the first opening is hilarious. MUKI!! MUKI, MUKI!!!

--Oh, this is so Inosuke to jump up and bash his head through the ceiling. His training is paying off!! Someday he truly may have a head as hard as Gonpachiro's!

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Ten years have passed since those fateful visitations, and Ebenezer Scrooge finally casts off his life as a mortal to ascend to the afterlife. Yet this is not the end of his tale, for Jacob Marley comes with a proposal he wouldn't dare to refuse.

Now learning how to harness his newfound abilities, the former miser must now prepare himself to defend the both the living and the dead, wielding the chains he cast aside to collect the rebellious souls who dare to harm either realm alongside the spectres who once guided him... with some unfamiliar spirits.

Needless to say, Scrooge has quite the journey ahead of him.

[SNIPPET UNDER THE CUT]

The Twin Realm Gates

To behold the majesty of such a sight as these gates is to glimpse the delicate intersection between the ethereal plane of the afterlife and the realm of the living.

The Twin Realm Gates, scattered across the globe like precious gems of transcendence, serve as conduits between the tangible world and the intangible realm beyond. Each gate is a formidable structure, standing tall and resolute, a testament to the ancient bond between the living and the dead. They bear the weight of eons, their architectural grandeur exuding an air of mystique and reverence far above the clouds of the greatest cities in the world, hidden from mortal eyes.

Approaching one of these gates is akin to stepping into a realm between worlds. They shimmer with an ethereal glow, as if dancing with the pale moonlight itself. The gates, adorned with intricate carvings and symbols, seem to possess a consciousness of their own, whispering secrets from a forgotten time. The air around them crackles with energy, a gentle hum that resonates through the depths of one's being. And, perhaps what is most intriguing, are the multitude of draconic imagery that coils around the archways of these edifices. Many scholars, myself included, have debated and contested as to the true origins of these enigmatic structures, yet none can come to a consensus on a hypothesis. Mayhap we never will.

The Department of Afterlife Security and Enforcement, an authority tasked with maintaining order and regulating the flow of spirits, utilises the Twin Realm Gates as their guardians of border control. All spirits eager to traverse the threshold and enter the realm of the afterlife must navigate a labyrinth of bureaucracy, permits, and paperwork. The gates, therefore, serve not only as passageways but also as gatekeepers of the bureaucratic machinery that governs the transition.

Permits, meticulously filled with details of one's life and purpose in the afterlife, are submitted and reviewed, subjected to the scrutinising eyes of the diligent guards stationed at these gates. The spirits seeking passage must adhere to the rules and regulations set forth by DASE. The bureaucracy — though frustratingly convoluted, I must admit —  is a necessary evil to maintain the delicate balance between realms and ensure the safety and integrity of both the living and the dead.

Though it should come as no surprise that access for Avaritions have been few and far between in known years since DASE was first established, and I dare not to falsely accuse for something that has been beneficial for most.

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An interesting anecdote is that Gauss, even though he was a very fast human computer himself, used the help of a human supercomputer—an autistic person who excelled at fast calculations—to do primality testing.

The human computer was the computational prodigy Johann Martin Zacharias Dase (June 23, 1824 - September 11, 1861), who was born in Hamburg, Germany and also died there. He reportedly attended school from the age of 212, and at the age of 15 began to travel (initially in Northern Germany) to make a meager living by exhibiting extraordinary feats of mental calculation. It appears that he never held a regular job for the duration of his life. His travels eventually brought him to Vienna, and his stay there led to his first publication in Crelle's Journal, on the computation of 𝜋 to 200 decimal places