#i'm sorry cass :C

[batfamfucker]

There are four main types of Batfam fans in regard to how people interpret Bruce Wayne as a dad (/Joking. This is mostly satire and should not be taken seriously):

Fans that think Bruce is emotionally constipated and isn't the best at being a parent but still tries (Differs per person). Don't necessarily think he's absuive but thinks he can be toxic or have unhealthy expectations for the Robins. Can smell the Oldest Daughter Syndrome coming from Dick and have Family Line (By Conan Gray) as their top song on their Dick inspired playlist and Daddy Issues (By The Neighbourhood) for Jason.

Fans that choose to believe Bruce goes to therapy in their own canon. Love B:WFA. Thinks the comic can be cheesy at times and so find a balance between B:WFA Bruce and Please Go To Therapy BruceTM as their middle ground. He struggles. They advocate that Bruce is not a bad parent, he just has bad writers that seem to forget Bruce wouldn't hurt kids, especially not his own. Love the humane moments and scenes he has in BTAS and the early JL cartoons. He may not be perfect but he's not literally abusive. Whores for Bruce being able to admit when he is wrong and for Jason and Bruce reconciling. I recommend Grow As We Go by Ben Platt for this one.

A mix between the first two. Was fine-ish when Dick was younger. Didn't help him in the healthiest way but eh. Still emotionally constipated but that happened more so after Dick left and Jason died. Started getting better when Tim came back but was still closed off. Should probably go to therapy with the kids so they can drag his ass about all the things he's done that have actually affected them negatively. Understands his mistakes and is also able to admit when he's wrong, eventually. It's not easy but he starts to do better and learns to be more emotionally available. Still has to get chewed out by Alfred sometimes but definitely better than he used to be and it shows. Reconciliation is slow and gradual but progress is made for everyone involved.

The one's I personally avoid for my own sanity and wellbeing:

Think Bruce is a complete bastard and abuser. Want him to choke. Hate any and all interpretations of him. Some of which will refuse to understand how anyone could have a different interpretation. Will point out comics where, in all fairness, he is a dick but forget that characterisation can significantly differ from one series to the next, as comic characters are constantly passed around to different writers and have been for decades. Not to mention movies, shows, etc.

[noxianwilled]

i have to be on pc to properly comment later but: i think captain's what's his name repeated attempts to just make sure Kat doesn't get back to noxus pretty much comfirm further there's something else at play. if it's really lb, whatever she's planning doesn't seem to include katarina asking swain any questions (which makes sense tbh). kat thinking she might kill swain is funny though. baby girl doesn't know how far out of her league she is yet lmao

[really-fanny-longbottom]

a song of darkness & ice

summary: azriel finally found the one for him but some things never go as planned. the good news? happy endings are real.

warnings: fluff, mentions of death/grieving

pairings: Azriel x Reader

words: 3.5k

"azriel."

azriel was doing it again. 

he was looking at you once again like he had for the past two years.

but it wasn't his fault.

"azriel."

how could it be his fault?

how could he not look at you when you were the most beautiful female his hazel eyes had ever seen? 

"azriel."

how could he not look at you when every time you smiled at him or laughed at something he said his heart erupted? 

how could he not look at you when you were his first thought when he woke up and his last before falling asleep? 

"azriel!"

"huh?" azriel asked with his eyes still focused on you.

rhys and cassian couldn't contain the chuckles that escaped them.

what they were seeing was a rare sight. they had never seen their brother act this way.

not once.

rhys and cassian were well aware of how hard azriel could be on himself, how undeserving he felt he was of genuine love and true happiness.

even though the two of them had assured azriel multiple times that he was more than worthy — that his past didn't define him — he still had some trouble believing it. 

since they were children, azriel has always been the quiet, reserved, and introverted one.

with the exception of his relationships with the inner circle and now with the archeron sisters, all his other relationships had been only in passing — mainly with females.

cassian and rhys knew how much azriel wanted to find his mate, especially now that both his brothers had theirs.

but his interest in females never lasted. It never went beyond the interest of a casual night. there was never anyone who made him wish for something more.

until now.

until you show up. 

you turned azriel's world upside down along with his perspective on life.

before, the simple and basic things in life didn't impress him — for him they were nothing more than futile things. 

but now. . .since you came into his life, azriel has found himself appreciating those same things that he thought had no value or importance not so long ago.

it's as if you were the missing piece in his puzzle.

and now that he found you, his life had more color, more life and more meaning.

he couldn't be more grateful that the Mother guided him to meet you. the only thing he was sorry for was that it had taken so long.

"azriel." cassian said, placing a hand on the male's arm.

finally, azriel removed his hazel eyes from you and met his brother's "what?"

azriel saw that both of his brothers were looking at him with big smiles on their faces and with looks that he knew all too well. "what is it?" 

"i'm afraid you're in love, brother." rhys told him as he took a sip of his whiskey.

"what? what the hell are you talking about?" he questioned with his eyebrows furrowed.  

"oh please, don't act like you don't know, az. you spent the whole night looking at y/n." cassian said with amusement in his voice.

"i don't know what you're talking about, cass" azriel ignored his brothers' laughter and got up from the sofa to approach the table to refill his glass.

as he drank from his glass, he felt the alcohol burning his throat as his eyes searched the room for you again. 

but truth to be told, his eyes didn't even have to scan the room to find you. 

you had changed seats since the last time he looked at you, now, you were at the foot of the appetizer table while talking to your brother.

he finally had the perfect view of your dress and as always you looked beautiful.

just like the first time he saw you.

the day he met you was without a doubt in second place of his favorite days — he was saving the first place for the day he would gain the courage to ask you for a date and you would say yes. 

azriel met you during a meeting — a meeting he didn't even want to go to but changed his mind at the last minute. thanks to the mother for that. 

rhys, along with cassian and azriel, went to the winter court for a meeting with your older brother — kallias.

the night court was trying to strengthen their alliances with all the other courts after the events of under the mountain. 

the courts were still fragile and their high lords were suspicious, especially kallias and his court, but no one could judge them. after all, they were the ones who suffered the greatest loss of all.  

kallias took advantage of the meeting to give them a guided tour of his court. 

the visit began in the ice palace with the colors blue, white and gray predominating, large diamond chandeliers hung in the throne room and ballroom, snowflake-shaped faelights illuminated the rooms and sofas covered in soft fur offered comfortable seats.

then they went to the frozen garden with its frozen lake for skating and a greenhouse with its flowers preserved by the cold.

next it was time for the cold forest where they saw several foxes, wolves, reindeer and rabbits with their white fluff and people moving by sleds on the path that led to the city and finally the polar bear caves.  

the caves were a thirty-minute walk from the palace and their entrances were located on the wall of the mountain and had to climb a path to get there. 

down here, they had a large area of land for the bears to roam around with an unfrozen river on the northside that provided them with unlimited fish for food. on the far side, near the trees, there was a hut where the bears' armor was kept. 

azriel counted more than twenty bears that were there when he and his brothers arrived, not counting those that were still inside the caves. 

his favorite part was the cubs playing with each other and the ones trying to catch fish in the river. 

he also saw some people — no doubt soldiers by their uniforms — training bears who had their copper armor on. 

kallias was in the middle of explaining the bears' armor, saying that those who wore copper were because they had just begun their training when a loud and powerful roar sounded through the air which made the trees vibrate and the ground shake. 

silence fell around the place and after a few seconds, azriel heard a guard shout "it's the princess!"

guards began to run towards the gate that was located on the opposite side of the river to prevent intruders from entering and began to pull the levers.

in the distance, a large white figure emerged, getting closer by the second — it was a bear in silver armor and a matching helmet — and on top of the bear, was you.  

the gate was still being opened by the time you got close to it and without wanting to wait, the bear jumped through the gate making a perfect landing on the inside and scaring the guards into falling to the ground in the process. 

"always showing off" kallias murmured at the entrance that his little sister had just made. 

rhys, cassian and azriel were too busy looking at you and the bear to laugh at the high lord's words.

everybody was. all eyes were on you. the guards had stopped, the soldiers had stopped, even the three members of the night court had found it impossible not to look at you.

especially a certain shadowsinger. when he saw you and your bear, a shiver went down his back. 

this bear was incomparable to the others. it was the biggest bear they had ever seen and without a doubt it was the strongest. 

the bear's legs were about the same size as an adult male. It was amazing.

azriel noticed the insignia that was stamped on the bear's helmet. "what does that mean?" 

"that's mal. she is the leader of the bears and the insignia marks her as such." kallias replied with a smile directed at you. 

the four males had to take several steps back to allow the bear to pass and they both had to look up to see you with your own armor that matched the bear's. 

they saw you dismount from the bear and she lowered herself to allow you to reach the ground.

when you landed safely, you turned around to come face to face with your bear and when she lowered her head, you placed a kiss there followed by a "good job, mal. take a rest, i'll see you tomorrow."  

mal made a small grunt in response and nuzzled her head against you before moving forward and going to the guards to have her armor removed. 

you started walking towards the males while taking off your gloves and kallias giving orders for everyone to summarize their work. 

as soon as you got close enough, you greeted them "brother. handsome illyrian males that i never seen before." 

kallias rolled his eyes at the same time as the three males laughed "don't you mean 'hello, high lord of the night court?"

you smiled at your brother's words and held out a hand for rhys to shake, "hello, handsome high lord of the night court."  

and for the first time in prythian history, rhys blushed. cassian and azriel widened their eyes at the sight of their blushing brother, never had they witnessed such a thing.

"princess," rhys greeted after clearing his throat a little embarrassedly "this is cassian, my general,"

"princess," he shook your hand and gave you a small nod of his head with a smile.

"handsome general” your smile widened at the laugh he let out. 

"and this is azriel, my spymaster."

when you moved to stand face to face with the hazel-eyed male, his breath caught in his throat.

you were unbelievably beautiful. as if you were sculpted by the mother herself. 

you looked a lot like kallias. the same hair, the same eyes and the same nose but you had something that he didn't have — gracefulness.

the moment your eyes met each other, they locked and neither you nor the male in front of you dared to look away.

"what's going on?" kallias asked in a whisper, not liking the way you two looked at each other. 

upon realizing what exactly was happening, rhys placed a hand on kallias' shoulder and the two males walked away with cassian right behind them with a smile on his face. 

you could hear rhys in the distance asking more about bear armor to keep your brother busy. 

without ever breaking eye contact, azriel took your hand and said to you "my princess," before giving you a kiss on it.

"pretty azriel," you replied back with your eyes still locked on the male's.

azriel blushed so much that he could feel his cheeks warm. 

you cleared your throat and assumed a relaxed expression again and with an ironic smile you asked the blushing male "so you are the famous shadowsinger," with a nod from him, you continued "do you sing?" 

"what?" he felt taken by surprise. never in the five hundred years of his life had anyone asked him such a thing.

"you are a shadowsinger. do you sing to your shadows?" 

azriel didn't know what to say.

"for example, if you want them to bring you something, you sing a melody, but if you want them to attack someone, you sing a melody. . . more aggressive?" 

there was a minute of silence, two and then. . . azriel's laughter filled the air around you.

azriel still remembers how much he laughed that day. no one had ever made him laugh like that. he laughed until his stomach hurt and some tears escaped his eyes. 

that's how it all started.

he could hardly believe that two years had passed since that day.

one of the happiest he's ever had.

what Azriel didn't know was that at the sound of his laughter, rhys and cassian exchanged looks, knowing exactly that you were the one for him. 

after asking him those questions, you invited him to drink iced tea, which, to azriel's surprise, he really liked. 

azriel visited you a few times after that until you were the one visiting the night court when your brother finally relented.

when you found out that cassian was training the valkyries, you joined the group.

the day after you joined training, the spymaster volunteered to help train the valkyries. coincidence? of course not. 

you stayed at the house of the wind, giving you and azriel the opportunity to build a beautiful friendship. 

a friendship that azriel always wished would become something more. 

you flirted with each other, you went out just the two of you, you always sat next to each other and you were the first pair to dance at last year's starfall. 

there was just one problem.

a few nights ago, after a night of games, you and azriel remained in the living room while the others retired to sleep.

the conversation flowed while you drank wine and laughed, but it was then that azriel decided to take the next step, whether it was the wine that gave him courage he doesn't know.  

when he approached with the intention of kissing you, you moved away.

you quickly apologized and fled to your room, leaving a very confused azriel.

since then, azriel had gone through every moment with you in his head trying to understand what had gone wrong.

did he misread the signs? could it be that there weren't even signs and he imagined them? 

he drank his whiskey in one gulp and turned to refill it, when azriel turned around again, you were no longer there.

kallias was now sitting next to viviane with one hand on her growing belly. 

when searching the entire room, azriel didn't see a single sign of you. 

it was then that he walked forward and caught your figure on the balcony enjoying the stars and the gentle night breeze. 

azriel wanted nothing more than to join you but with your behavior the last few days, he didn't want to exceed your limits. 

it was at that moment that azriel realized. if he really had crossed your boundaries that night when he tried to kiss you, then he needs to apologize. 

when his hand grabbed the handle of the door leading to the balcony, azriel noticed that it was shaking and had to take a few deep breaths to calm his pounding heart. 

without further hesitation, azriel opened the door and closed it behind him again.  

when you didn't move, not even to look back, azriel approached the balcony wall until he was next to you and as soon as he did he hid his shaking hands in his pockets.

the two of you remained silent for a moment, enjoying the view of the city that shone under the stars and the gentle breeze that traveled through your bodies.

azriel was the first to say "i wanted to apologize for the other night," at the sound of his voice, you turned to look at him and he did the same "i shouldn't have tried to kiss you. i overstepped your limits and i'm sorry." 

you remained looking at him and without giving him an answer, you turned your attention to the city again.

assuming you weren't going to talk to him, azriel turned his back and started to make his way back into the house.  

"you didn't do anything wrong." your voice intertwined with the breeze and made the hazel-eyed male stop in his tracks. 

with his back still facing you, you proceeded "i wanted to kiss you and that's what scared me" your voice was shaking and azriel noticed that, which was the reason he faced you. 

you took a deep breath and after calming your heart, you finally revealed the truth "these last few days," you took a step forward "i wasn't ignoring you and I'm sorry if it seemed like i was. i just needed time to be able to think about how to tell you."

"tell me what?" the male's voice came out just a little louder than a whisper. 

you hesitated and your heart started racing again, reaching azriel's ears, but you didn't let that stop you from continuing.

"i'm not your mate, azriel," pain and suffering appeared on your features in the face of this new revelation "and a bond will never snap between us."

"how do y-"

"because i lost my mate fifty-two years ago," tears came to your eyes but you didn't let them fall, "he died to save me."  

azriel approached you and took your hands in his, encouraging you to continue. 

"his name was malik." 

"malik?" azriel asked you, "like mal?"  

a weak smile appeared on your lips "yes. mal was my nickname for him. he was fascinated by polar bears and his dream was to one day be able to see one." 

the smile disappeared, and you moved your eyes away from azriel's before speaking again "i met him one evening when i tried to sneak out of the palace so that i wouldn't have to attend another ball. when i tried to climb down the ice wall of the palace, i ended up slipping and falling right on top of him." you laughed at the memory, azriel joined you.

"he was a soldier in training and was on patrol when i fell. a rumor spread that he had saved me from an 'accidental fall' and kallias appointed him as my personal guard as a thank you." 

"we fell in love and a few months after we started our relationship, our mating bond snapped," you began to caress your ring finger and for the first time azriel noticed a barely noticeable ring mark "after i accepted the bond, it didn't take him long to ask me to marry him."

"i'm so sorry." azriel told you while passing a hand through your hair to give you some comfort.

your face became sadder and your voice weaker and quieter "he's the reason i didn't die when amarantha's creatures invaded my court. he was the one who got me out of the palace and took me to viviane safely." 

"when we were arriving at the camp that viviane established, a large group of those creatures appeared. without thinking twice, he pushed me into viv's arms and ordered her to get me out of there." your voice cracked and you needed a few seconds to compose yourself.

"i tried to get viv to let go of me but she didn't. a few moments later i saw him fall," your eyes returned to azriel, "he didn't get up."

tears now flowed freely down your cheeks "i felt the bond disappearing and my heart splitting in two. when the creatures were gone, i went back there and buried him," you wiped away some of the tears, "he never saw a polar bear." azriel's heart ached in hearing your words. 

"after him, i never had any interest in being with anyone again. until you show up." 

Surprise flashed across azriel's eyes, he wasn't expecting to hear this. 

"what?"

"i tried so hard not to fall in love with you these last two years but failed completely." 

a smile formed on the shadowsinger's face and he moved closer to you with his hands finding their places on your cheeks. 

"what made you hold back?" he asked quietly.

"your job," seeing the shock on his face, you rested your hands on his wrists and explained, "your job is dangerous, azriel. i already lost the male i loved once and i refuse to go through another pain like that." 

azriel's heart tightened knowing that the reason you didn't like his job wasn't because of what he had to do but because of the fact that it could cost you the most important thing to you — him.  

"you won't lose me." azriel assured you.

"you don't know that." 

"you're right. I don't, but i promise," he held you a little tighter to let you know how honest he was being, "i promise that whenever i leave for a mission, i will always and i mean always do everything i can to come back to you. i promise."

you both smiled at the feeling of the tattoo being formed on azriel's forearm and on your rib. 

6ou were too involved in the moment that you weren't even curious about the shape of the tattoos that linked you for the rest of your lives.

a promise that azriel would do anything to never break it.

as concern filled your eyes, azriel caressed your cheeks with his thumbs before asking you what was bothering you. 

"what about your mate? i know how much you want one." azriel could hear your heart beating unevenly.

the smile returned to his lips and in a long time, azriel finally knew what he wanted "i don't want a mate. i don't want a mating bond. i just want you."

the rush of his heartbeat reached your ears and it comforted you to know that you weren't the only one nervous. 

"then i'm yours."

and with a kiss beneath prythian's brightest stars, your love was sealed.

a/n: thank you for reading!

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[writeroutoftime]

true love's kiss

pairing: azriel x reader

summary: when azriel is hit with a powerful poison what - or who - will be able to save him?

warnings: talks of death, angst

words: 2.8k (buckle up)

a/n: my first azriel story and I'm so excited!! this idea just popped in my head the other day, and I ran with it lol. it was so much fun to write, so I hope you have just as much fun reading it!

(p.s. requests are open if you'd like to send anything in!)

oOoOo

Without warning, your heart began to pump furiously and an uneasy feeling settled over your body. Your muscles tensed up, as if preparing for an attack, and only moments later, you noticed Feyre's glazed over eyes widened in fear. Lunch suddenly postponed, she shot to her feet and ran towards the living room while you, Mor, and Amren quickly trailed behind. 

Before you even stepped foot in the room, your suspicions were confirmed as the scent of blood and fear smacked you in the face. There was a brief space of time in which you mourned for the anguish Feyre would feel over an injured Rhys. However, the image of Rhys and Cass heaving an unconscious Azriel onto the couch suddenly seared itself into your mind. 

"What happened?" you whispered the words over the commotion, though it rang out loud and clear to the Inner Circle despite its wobble. 

"We were ambushed in Windhaven." Cass explained while Rhys reached into the void to call for Madja. "Az's side was struck with a sword, but it must have been laced with poison. One second he was standing behind me, and the next thing I knew, he let out a shout before collapsing almost immediately." 

Tears lined your eyes at the thought, and the pain didn't register when you dropped to the ground beside Azirel, hands hovering over his body. The dark swirl of shadows that nearly obscured him from view parted for you, allowing you access to their master. 

"Oh, Azriel." you breathed out, only distinguishable to you and his shadows. The later wisping gently around your face, brushing a stray tear from your cheek. You leaned into the gesture, wishing it was Azriel's palm against your skin. 

Suddenly, you felt strong arms pull your shoulders away from Azriel as Madja stepped in and took your place, her gaze instantly drawn to his wound. Meanwhile, your family stepped back in fear. Rhys held Feyre tight in his grasp, and Cassian offered you and Mor each a comforting hand.

The only sounds for the next few minutes were Madja's grunts and huffs as she did her best to treat the injury. You couldn't help but cringe into Cass' side as her hands turned a dark-red, tinted from the blood that should have long ago clotted. It felt like an eternity before the healer turned around to face all of you, her face worn. 

"I've done what I can to stabilize him, but the sword that struck our Shadowsinger was indeed laced with a poison I have yet to see. Unfortunately, it still seems to be working his way through his system. I can't say for certain how much time he has, but I will work swiftly to find an answer." she explained solemnly, taking in the pained expressions of you and your friends. "All I do know is whatever the cure ends up being, it needs to be a strong source of magic. I'm sorry I can't offer better news."

Rhys was the first to break through the stunned silence. "Thank you, Madja. C-can we move him somewhere more comfortable?" 

The healer nodded before taking her leave. In her stead, all of you gaped in shock before Rhys and Cass worked together to move Azriel to a bed where they thought he would be more comfortable. Once they got him settled, you pulled a chair up, next to his bed, a stack of thick, dusty books beside you. If there was nothing you could do at the moment, by the cauldron you would at least help Madja research a cure. 

When your focus couldn't get past the first few sentences on a page, you shut the book with a sigh and furiously wiped at your eyes. The tears wouldn't stop, no matter what you did. Carefully, you reached out and interlaced your hand with one of Azriel's, placing a soft kiss against the marred skin. 

"Please, please wake up, Azriel." you whispered into the room. "I don't know what we'd do - what I'd do - without you." you told him, praying to the Mother and anyone else listening to heal your best friend. 

As day bled into night, Rhys and Cass came into the room, trying to relieve you even just for an hour. They tempted you with food, rest, or even just a moment alone, but you refused. How could you leave Azriel alone in his moment of need? Eventually they got the hint, and slowly, the rest of your family began to take up residence in the room alongside you.

oOoOo

"How can there be nothing on this subject?" you shouted, tossing the book to the floor with a loud thump. 

The rest of the Night Court looked up at your outburst, their own eyes red and bleary from the hours and hours of research. It had been three days since Madja first examined Azriel, and even the experienced healer was coming up empty. With every hour that passed, you felt the hope in your soul drain even further.  

"There has to be an answer somewhere." Cass placated, stretching out his wings from where he sat. "Someone has to have used this poison before." 

"That doesn't mean they had to write the antidote down, boy." Amren spoke cooly from her spot, ignoring your pointed glare. 

"What is it, Feyre?" Rhys asked, taking note of her trance like state. She shook her head slightly at her mate before turning her attention to the rest of the group. 

"Well...I was just thinking. Madja said whatever the cure ends up being will have to be powerful, but maybe we've been thinking about this too literally. Maybe it's not an answer that can be found in a book. What has been a powerful motivator for all of us over the years? Was even the answer to end Amarantha's reign?" she asked, the group shuddered at the mention of the name of that devil. "Love." 

You stared at your High Lady, head titled to the side. "Okay, but how is that going to help us now? It's not like any of us don't love Azriel." 

"And it's not exactly a position we can give him." Mor chimed in. 

Feyre reached out a tattooed hand and grasped Rhys' hand. "Or maybe it is." she countered. "I don't know about here in the Night Court, but haven't you ever heard fairytales? True love conquering all with a kiss, and all that?"  

"Do you think it would really work?" you ask, your tone warm and face full of light for the first time in days. 

All eyes fell to Rhys and Ameren for guidance. The two shared a look, silently communicating their opinions on the matter, but it was Rhys who spoke first. "I've never heard of an instance of true love's kiss being the answer, but since when have we been known to do anything traditionally?" he said with a small grin, inspiring a soft chuckle in the room. 

"Well," Cass dragged out. "I would try, but I don't think Az would appreciate me waking him up with a kiss." 

You rolled your eyes at the general, before considering the impact of his words. "Doesn't that leave us with a problem? Azriel hasn't found his mate, so we're still stuck and unable to break though." A small pang shot through you at the idea of Azriel's mated to an unknown female, but you quickly tamped that down. This was a matter of life or death. 

All eyes of the Inner Circle turned to face you. Looks of disbelief, amusement, and even understanding from Rhys, came your way. You caved in on yourself, suddenly feeling your cheeks heat under the scrutiny. This was not the time for their games. 

"What?" 

Mor spoke your name, gently, as her hand reached out to grasp yours. "Do we really need to spell it out?" she asked in your silence. 

"Spell what out?"

Amren, having had enough of the tiptoeing, finally spat it out. "That you're in love with the Shadowsinger, and have been for decades. If anyone in this room has the power to break this curse, it's you." 

A laugh bubbled up and out of your throat at her words, born out of sheer nerves that shot through your body. "N-no, no. I am not in love with Azriel. I mean, yes, I care for him - of course I do! I love him the way I love all of you. I'd do anything to help, but I really don't think this is going to work." you stuttered and stumbled over your words, bashful from the accusation. 

"We've all seen the way you look at each other, y/n." Feyre spoke gently, her eyes soft and she stared at you. "I think you love Azriel a bit differently than the rest of us." 

Her words brought tears to your eyes. Yes, you were in love with your best friend - how cliche. It had been that way for decades, but you never had the courage to speak up and say anything to him. And now, all these feelings were being dredged up in such a tense situation. What if it wasn't enough? What if you weren't enough to save him? 

"Okay, fine, you've caught me." you conceded, throwing your hands up in the air as your voice grew thick and heavy once more. "Is that what you want me to say? That I've been in love with Azriel for years, and it's killed me to just stay by his side as just a friend?" a defensive anger rose in your body as you looked at each member of your family. "But you're forgetting an important piece to this puzzle. Just because I'm in love with Azriel, doesn't mean I'm his true love." 

With that, you ran out of the room, collapsing against the wall in the hallway. You tried to take deep, steady breaths to calm your breathing, but it did little to help the situation. A few minutes later, you heard soft footsteps come up to your side, and Mor pulled you into a giant hug. The two of you stayed in silence for a few moments, grateful for the anchor she acted as in the moment. 

"I know that was a lot to throw on you, and for you to have to admit to us." she spoke, softly and cautiously. "And nobody judges you for how you feel or how you're reacting." 

"I'm so scared." you confessed. "W-what if I try and it doesn't work?" 

Mor looks at you with a gentle smile. "What if you try and it does work?" she countered. "I think you underestimate the extent of Azriel's feelings for you. And, if, Mother forbid, it doesn't work, then we'll figure something else out." 

Her words gave you a sense of comfort and the courage to wipe your tears and walk back towards Az's room. Before you stepped back in, you gave Mor's hand a grateful squeeze then rolled your shoulders back. 

All talking ceased as you walked back in, and you knew your family had to have been discussing what to do if you didn't agree with their plan. But this was Azriel's life on the line, and you would do anything to protect it. Even if that meant having your feelings revealed, or rejected. 

"Okay, let's try this." you told the Inner Circle, calmly and with conviction you tried to convince yourself you had. "But, all of you are waiting outside." 

There were no laughs or jokes at your expense, which surprised you, especially coming from Cassian. Instead, they all nodded their heads and solemnly and filed outside to wait. On his way out, Cassian squeezed your shoulder and nodded. 

"Bring him back to us." he whispered, board line pleading with you to save his brother's life. 

When it was just you and Azriel alone in the room, you took a deep breath and crossed the space until you knelt before his bed. You took the moment to study his features. His hazel eyes, normally full of life and mischief, now were shut off from you. His skin looked more swallow and the rise and fall of his chest seemed to slow with each breath that passed. Even the presence of his shadows seemed dimmer as Azriel's life slowly drained before your eyes. 

With a shaky hand, you reached out to brush away soft tendrils of hair that had fallen into Azriel's face. "Can you hear me, Az?"

The air was heavy as you waited a response that never came. 

"We all miss you so much. I miss you - my best friend. I-I know it's not fair of me to ask, but just keep holding on, keep fighting. Please." you whispered, leaning down to rest your forehead against his body, gathering your courage. "Look, Feyre has this crazy theory about what could save you. It's uh, true love's kiss." 

Again, no response. 

"This was not the way I expected to tell you, not that I thought I'd tell you if I'm being honest. But even though I don't want to jeopardize our friendship, I'd rather have you alive and never speak to me again than gone forever. So, here it goes." you took a deep breath. "I love you Azriel, I think I always have. You are so good and kind, and the kind of male I've dreamed about for years. I-it's okay if you don't feel the same," you forced yourself to say. "but I thought you should know given our situation."

Not sure what else to say, you took one more look at the male in front of you, placed a gentle kiss against his cheek, and then dipped your head down to meet his lips. They were chapped against your own after a few days without enough water. Az's normal smell of cedar and mist was faint, but still there, and comforted you as it surrounded your senses. 

You poured as much love and hope into the kiss as possible before slowly pulling away, falling to sit on your legs. The next few seconds that passed seemed to stretch for hours, waiting for a sign, a movement, anything. Just as you were about to sag and give up hope, a loud gasp sounded next to you and Azriel's frame jolted up. 

"Azriel!" you shouted, watching as the color returned to his face and his eyes darted around the room. 

Those hazel eyes finally landed on your frame, and Azriel quirked a small, albeit, sleepy smile at you. "y/n." he whispered, holding out a hand. 

Wasting no time, you grasped onto the anchor for dear life, and the tears immediately began to pour down your face. "I can't believe you're awake. Oh, I was so scared for you Azriel. How are you feeling? Are you in pain? We have to get Madja and the other's here. I'll go-" you rambled, before being cutting off my Azriel. 

"Hey, hey, calm down." he soothed, pulling you up onto the bed, flush against him. "I feel fine, considering I was just on the brink of death." he chuckled. 

"Don't make jokes like that." you swatted at his chest. "We almost lost you." 

"Yeah, but you saved me." he said, looking down at you in awe. 

Suddenly bashful again, you began to stutter. "Oh, no, I didn't do much. It was all Feyre's idea, and we all were here helping to research." 

"But Rhys and Cass weren't the one's to bring me back with a kiss." he said, and you felt as though your entire body was on fire at Azriel's words. 

"Y-you heard all that?" 

"I did." he nodded, nuzzling his nose against your neck. "And, I can't believe it took us until now to say anything, but I love you, y/n." he admitted, turning your face so you stared into his eyes. 

As the words left Azriel's lips, both of your gasped. This time, however, it wasn't because of a sleeping curse, but because of the taught, golden thread you felt connecting your soul to Azriel's. Your mind swirled with a thousand thoughts, but the loudest one was "mate, mate, mate." 

You stared at the male before you in awe, and Azriel grinned. "My mate. My knight in shining armor." he teased, then leaned down to capture your lips once more. 

This time, the kiss sent butterflies to your stomach and you revealed in the feeling of Azriel's strong arms around your body. His kiss was long and unhurried, as though you had all the time in the world to explore. And as you kissed him back, you found yourself giddy at the thought of the rest of your immortal life with Azriel.

It was only when the doors had been thrown open and the rest of your family came stumbling in did you and Azriel pull apart. The two of you looked at each other, then busted out laughing at the shocked faces of your family. 

"It worked!" 

"You're awake." 

"The two of you are mates?!" 

Their voices all overlapped, and you felt Az sigh against you, hugging you close. Yes, your family was a lot, but they meant well. And now, you could live happily ever after. 

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a/n: ahh, I'm pretty impressed by how quickly this went from an idea to a story! kinda feel like I rushed the end, but oh well! hope you enjoyed!

[hellsenthero]

Kinktober Day 7: Somnophillia

Cassian X Reader

Kinktober Masterlist

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You and Cassian had talked about it many times. The idea of using each other for your own pleasure in sleep. You always came to the same agreement that you were open to it, and if anything changed, you'd tell each other.

Cassian hadn't planned on fucking you tonight. In fact, he was bone deep exhausted. All he wanted after a day full of training was to fall asleep with you in his arms. But then he opened the bedroom door and saw you laying there. All pretty and pliant and utterly naked. You were on your stomach, sound asleep on your side of the bed. Your arms were up by your head, and the sheets had been kicked down to the foot of the bed. He could see the little raised bumps of your skin and he knew you must be cold.

He should have pulled the sheets back up to cover you. Should have wrapped you up in his arms and offered you his warmth. But he was a selfish male.

Cassian chucked his leather off with expert speed, all the while his eyes roamed your sweet little body. His cock was already stirring, getting hard at just the sight of you and the though of how sweet it would be to be inside of you. Cassian knows how tight you are, knows that even after fucking you hundreds of times, he still needs to open you up. He's slow as he brings a finger to your hole. Slow and cautious as he pushes in a single digit. You stir, letting out a sweet little hmph, but you're quick to settle.

Cassian gives you an extra moment, making sure he hasn't already woken you before he fucks his finger in and out of you. He spits down on his hand as he pushes a second finger in. Fucking and twisting and scissoring them in and out of you. Cassian has no idea what you're dreaming about, but he can tell your body is happy at this little intrusion. Your hips shift ever so closer to him, your fingers grasp the pillow with your unconscious arousal. A little moan slips out and Cassian can't help but smile.

He's careful when he pulls his fingers out, even more so when he lines his cock up with your entrance and pushes in. He can't help the groan of pleasure that's pulled from deep within his chest. Your sweet, tight heat is fucking perfect. You're wrapped around his fat cock in such a way that already threatens him with a fast climax.

"Perfect," Cassian mumbles to himself as he takes the globes of your ass into his hands. He kneads and rubs you slowly, watching how your ass moves with his grip and how stuffed you look with his cock in you.

He can't hold it back any longer, the need to absolutely destroy you with his dick. His first real thrust sends your body further up the bed. By his third, you're starting to wake up.

"C, Cass..." You moan. You're slurring his name, and Cassian can tell that consciousness hasn't fully come to you yet.

"Sorry," Cassian apologizes, not feeling very sorry at all. "You looked too perfect. Had to stuff you with my cock."

"Cass!" You cry out.

"Go- go back to sleep." Cassian tells you. "Just gonna fuck you a little longer. Wanna fill you up."

You mumble something incoherent, something along the lines of, so good, but he can't be sure. All Cassian knows is how good you feel wrapped around him and how bad his need to breed you is.

"Gonna pump you full." Cassian says as he fucks you even harder. His calloused hands are gripping hard enough on your hips that you know he'll leave marks. "Need to make sure you take me."

"Don't stop!" You slur.

"Never," Cassian says. "I'm keeping you like this, all wrapped around my cock. You're gonna be my little toy."

Cassian is drunk off pleasure. He babbles what comes to mind as he fucks you. Utterly obsessed with how you feel.

You're more awake now, more aware. You don't know what time it is or how long Cassian’s been inside you, but you know how good you feel. You mumble his name, a plea for more and a praise for how good it is. You cling onto the sheets, your face stuffed in your pillow. Your breathing is hard, the pillow making it difficult to take in deep breaths, but you would happily die on your mate's cock right now.

"Come," Cassian gasps. "I'm gonna come." You moan out in sweet pleasure as your own climax rushes through you. You call his name just as your release rushes through you. "Fuck!" Cassian barks as he reaches his climax. He's quick to push deep into you, holding you on his cock as he fills you with his seed. "So good." Cassian says softly.

All your energy seems to leave with your climax and you're left exhausted. Your eyes flutter shut and your breathing evens out as consciousness slips away once more.

"Love you," Cassian whispers as he slips his softening cock out of you. Laying down, he presses a kiss to your head before pulling you into his arms.

He's exhausted now and on the verge of sleep, but he knows when he wakes up in the morning that he's going to spend his sweet time cleaning you up.

[azrielslightintheshadows]

Hello!! How are you?? I'm sorry for the difficult week... and thank you very much for answering me, I'm simply delighted! And don't worry, your writing hasn't been affected, it's still great! If she hasn't gotten better! And I'm glad you like the requests... I think they're silly🥹

But get better! And if you don't mind, I have one more request🤭 I imagine something where maybe Rhys went out and left the reader at home, but maybe, some of the boys, Cass or Az, stayed at the house, and they didn't know they weren't alone , so what, they end up attacking the reader thinking she is an enemy? And Rhys senses her fear of the bond and goes to help her? I imagine Rhys super angry, and protective of the reader, taking care of her and being cute...

(I read your recent Azriel story which was based on a movie, just amazing! I loved it!)

Safe.

Rhysand x f!Reader.

Masterlist.

Warnings; abuse, a bit angst.

Thank you so much. I hope you enjoy this too!!! I really enjoy your requests.

Being the High Lord’s mate could be very beneficial when you strolled around Velaris, most faeries didn’t even dare to look at you while others like most store owners gave you the best products they had, not because they fear Rhys, they do it because they love him. If you could take all the hate for him from the court of nightmares and multiply it by one million, then you would have the love for him from Velaris. You and Rhys knew that your whole life would change now so you decided to take things slow so you can adjust better and that is the reason you haven’t moved in together yet. Rhys would come over to your house most nights while the rest you would stay with him at the house of wind, recently though you both started searching for your dream house, a place that would represent both you and him and hopefully the rest of the family you will create.

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You woke up in your mate’s arms with your head on his chest and your legs tangled, you loved mornings like this so much. You pressed your body harder into his warmth and glanced up, he was awake too with a smirk on his face and those violet eyes staring back at you. The sun was hitting his eyes in a way that they sparkled and his whole face looked even more sharp.

“Good morning beautiful” his deep morning voice sent shivers down your spine.

“Good morning handsome” you replied and kissed his naked chest.

“I have to go to the day court today, me and Helion have some matters to discuss” he informed you and rubbed your back.

“But today we were supposed to go see the house by the Sidra” you frowned.

“I know but this is urgent” his voice softer than before, a silent plea for you to understand him.

“Okay…” you nodded and pressed yet another kiss on his chest.

“I will take Cassian with me so if you need anything find Azriel” he said as he rolled you on the bed next to him and got up.

“Okay I want to stay in bed for a little longer, I will ask Azriel to fly me home later” you smiled and pulled the blanket higher. Rhys chuckled and started getting ready.

“I’m leaving… don’t miss me much” your mate smiled and leaned over you to give you a soft kiss.

“I’ll survive” you teased him, and he scowled playfully before giving you another kiss and hurrying off.

You rolled over to his side and pressed your face on his pillow, his musky scent of cinnamon and cedar still there. You sighed in content and closed your eyes. Sleep came over easily and a few hours later you felt well rested, so you got ready for the day.

You wore a pair of leggings and threw one of Rhysand’s shirts on, the need to feel him around you growing as you inhaled his scent again. You strolled around the house to find Azriel, you couldn’t see his shadows anywhere. Weird. You thought and kept looking.

Azriel was sitting in his office trying to put some mission reports in order when he heard light footsteps. He glanced around and ordered his shadows to find out who was in the house. They didn’t come back, and this made him tense, he knew that Rhysand and Cassian were at the day court, Amren was doing some research so she spent all day in her apartment and Mor was in the court of nightmares handling some issues with her father. No one else could enter the house without him knowing. The shadowsinger reached for his dagger and cursed when he remembered that he placed all of them in his room in order to clean them. He got up and walked out, walking quietly as a cat down the hall and ready to pounce on the stranger. When he located where the stranger was, he jumped on him, sending both of them on the ground and in one swift motion he manoeuvred himself so he could bang the victim’s head on the ground, when he did a feminine groan filled the silence and he glanced down. The hair looked familiar, and he rolled the female on her back, a gasp leaving him when he noticed it was you.

You were unconscious with blood streaming down your forehead.

“Oh no no no” he cried out and picked you up hurrying off to find Madja.

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You woke up with a terrible headache and pains around your whole body. You squinted and noticed an unfamiliar ceiling and then it hit you. As you were walking around the house of wind Azriel jumped on you from behind sending you face-first to the floor and then he banged your head against it. You were too busy playing with his shadows to even realise that someone was behind you. You groaned and tried to sit up when rough arms pushed you back down.

“Hey it’s okay…. you’re okay… you need to rest” it was Azriel who spoke, and you looked at him. His eyes were red, his face swollen and his hair a tangled mess.

“I’m so sorry y/n I didn’t know that Rhys left you in the house”.

“It’s okay Az, you didn’t mean it. It’s not your fault I should’ve shouted your name since I was looking for you. You had no way to know that I was still in there.” You croaked and caressed his scarred palm.

“I feel terrible, and I deserve everything that Rhysand will do to me when he gets here. Please don’t stop him.” His voice was soft.

“No, it’s not your fault and I won’t let Rhysand hurt you” you said and squeezed his hand.

You could feel Rhys frantically pulling the bond and before you had a chance to pull back to reassure him that you’re okay the door almost snapped in half as someone forcibly pushed it open and your mate burst in. He was standing there frozen, his eyes wide as he scanned your form, and his power flowing out of him and suffocating everything. You shivered as you felt it, the power was raw and primal and it felt like the night came, like the sun would run and hide in fear. A low growl left his throat, and he marched closer picking Azriel by his shirt’s collar and pushing him against the wall.

“You fucker” he yelled and pushed him harder. “I’m going to fucking end you”.

“Rhys… baby it’s okay. He didn’t mean it it’s my fault” Rhysand didn’t budge. “Please baby he didn’t know I was there” you tried to get up almost falling on your knees by the pain and dizziness. This snapped your mate out of trance, and he rushed to you helping you back into the bed.

“Stay” he ordered and turned to go back to Azriel. You managed to grab his arm and pull him back to you.

“It’s okay y/n I deserve it” Azriel said and nodded.

“No you don’t, shut up and go. I’m fine. Everything is fine” you said and tightened your grip on Rhysand.

Azriel bowed his head and left, you made a mental note to find him again and reassure him that everything is okay. Your heart couldn’t stand seeing guilt tearing him apart.

“What happened? I felt your fear down the bond and then Azriel reached through his mind and told me he hurt you” Rhysand said as he cupped your jaw.

“I was walking around the house trying to find him and I got distracted by his shadows… I was playing with them and Azriel jumped on me, he didn’t know it was me though.” You explained.

Rhysand shook his head a low growl leaving him. “It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have let you in the house alone.”

“No, it’s just an unfortunate event, its no one’s fault” you whispered and caressed his arm.

Rhysand took you home and spend the rest days taking care of you, he wouldn’t let you get out of bed and even when you needed to use the bathroom, he would pick you up carry you there and wait outside to take you back to bed.

“Baby I’m okay. Everything healed I want to go out today.” You whined and he smiled sweetly.

“Okay, get dressed I have to show you something” he said and got up.

He picked you up, his wings emerging from darkness and shoot to the sky, after a few minutes you landed next to the Sidra. You looked around and you jaw dropped when you saw the big estate there. It was made from stone and marbles, with a huge garden and the biggest windows and balconies you had ever seen.

“Rhys this is beautiful” you exclaimed.

“This is our home. You will be safe here and we can finally start our family.”  He smiled and wrapped his arms around you from behind.

“Our family” you whispered and leaned back into him.

Requests are open but delayed!

[sturniolos-blog]

Can you do a dad Matt story but when his daughter is like older (10-13)

In trouble - Matt Sturniolo x Y/n oneshot

warnings - swearing, kissing, angst, arguing

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12:34pm

"Sure, i'll come pick her up as soon as possible." I put a fake happy tone on my voice as the principle of my 12 daughter Estrella's school tells me i need to come pick her up because she punched a girl in the face.

The principle hangs up the phone as i sigh, tapping my pen twice before grabbing my papers and stacking them on my computer, i worked in an office as a journalist, luckily i already have what i need for my new article im producing.

"Leaving already?" My best friend at the office, Cassidy, asks me.

I nod, "Estrella." I say.

Her eyes widen, "Again? She's been getting in trouble a lot lately, she doing okay?" Cassidy takes a sip of her coffee as she asks.

I shrug, "I honestly don't know. Matt's been working a lot lately, he’s barely home lately and every time he's home we argue, which is probably why she's been acting up. It's not like i have time to punish her with work. And she seems perfectly okay with me taking her phone away, she stays in her room." I rant, i let out a huff.

"Alright, i gotta go, bye Cass." I smile.

"Bye babe, let me know how it goes." She smiles back at me.

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12:48pm

I walk in the schools office, seeing Estrella looking down as she holds an ice pack on her right hand knuckles. I then walk in the principles office.

"Mrs. Sturniolo! Please, have a seat." Ms. Patterson, the principle offers.

I smile, "Hi, uh thanks.." I clear my throat as i take a seat.

Ms. Patterson flashes a smile at me, "So you know why you're here, we spoke on the phone, but i just wanted to give you a run down of what Estrella told me, if that's okay with you?" Ms. Patterson asks as she picks up a paper with notes on it.

I let out a breath and nod.

Ms. Patterson clears her throat, "Right, so when Estrella punched Gia, she said it was because she made fun of her for being stupid, which is obviously not okay, and should've never happened but at this school we do not respond in violence, and this has been the third offense in three weeks with something physical, i'm sorry to say but next time Estrella is looking at suspension or even expulsion." Ms. Patterson tells me.

I sigh and rub my forehead, "But this girl gia, she came at my daughters intellect, shouldn't that have been addressed?" I defend Ella.

Ms. Patterson nods, "Of course, and it was-"

"Was it? Does Gia also have a week of detention like my daughter or..." I trail off, waiting for the principle to speak.

Ms. Patterson lets out a dry cough but shakes her head. "Uh.. no, the insult was overruled once Estrella put her hands on Gia."

I nod, "Right, but if Estrella didn't start a fight, then the teachers would have never known about Gia insulting her, am i right?"

Ms. Patterson furrows her eyebrows, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Sturniolo. I'm not following."

I shrug, "Would Gia have gotten in trouble in the first place for insulting my daughter if Estrella didn't react the way she did or would it have just been ruled off?"

"Uh- well i'm sure a teacher would have heard Gia say some-"

I cut Ms. Patterson off, "And if a teacher didn't?" I ask.

Ms. Patterson stays silent.

"Yeah, right. My daughter would have been screwed either way, sorry but we are done here. Thank you for trying but i am always going to defend my daughter. I do apologize and i hope Gia's nose gets better." I say, standing up and leaving the room.

As i leave the office i see Estrella look up at me.

"Not a word and in the car, now." I demand, pointing at her to walk first.

Estrella goes to speak, "Bu-"

I cut her off, "Not a word."

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1:12pm

We walk in the house and Ella takes off her shoes, she then goes to walk upstairs.

"Where do you think you're going? I've let it slide the past two times because i've been busy but lucky you i finished all my work today so we are going to have a nice long chat. Sit down, Estrella." I cross my arms as i look at her.

She looks at me and stands on the second stair, not moving.

"Estrella Leylani Sturniolo!" I yell.

Estrella jumps as i raise my voice, i was never the parent to yell at her, so that must of scared her.

I clear my throat, "Please sit down, Estrella." My tone lowering as she comes and sits down on the couch.

"You wanna tell me what's going on?" I ask as i stand in front of her.

She shrugs and bites her nails, habit she got from Matt.

"You're going to speak to me." I say but she stays silent. "Now!" I yell.

"Mom, what!?" She yells at me.

I bite my lip and nod, letting out a scoff.

"What's going on with you? Punching a girl in the face? This is your third physical altercation in three weeks! You're going to get expelled, Ella! Do you even care anymore!? You've gotten in more trouble in school then your father and I ever have!" I tell her.

"No, I don't care! I hate school and i hope every time Gia gets a bloody nose she thinks of me!" Estrella uncrosses her arms.

I let out a huff, "Just wait until i call your father. I was gonna give you a chance to explain yourself but you ruined it."

"Go ahead call dad! Maybe he'll actually come home for once!" Estrella stands up now.

I groan in frustration, "God, ella, what are you talking about?!" I scoff.

"Dad is barely home! And when he is all you guys do is argue! I- i thought maybe that if i got in trouble you guys would stop arguing a-and he would come home- and we could be a family again but clearly that's not gonna happen so forget it." Estrella says, running upstairs, i hear her door slam shut.

I sniffle and wipes my eyes, taking my phone out of my pocket and calling Matt.

The phone rings three times before he answers, "Hey, y/n. I'm kind of busy right now can i call you lat-"

I cut him off, "It's Ella. Can you come home, please?" My voice cracks.

"W-what? What's wrong? Is she okay?" Matt asks.

"C-can you just come home?" I ask, my voice evident that i'm on the verge of tears.

"Okay, i'm on my way, baby. Take breaths for me, sweetheart." He says softly, the most civil we've been in a while.

I take a breath like Matt said. "Okay, I love you." I say, almost in a whisper. The last time we said i love you was like two weeks ago.

I hear Matt chuckle, "I love you too, baby. Forever and always." Matt says before hanging up, presumably on his way now.

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1:38pm

I was pacing in the living room, picking at my earlobe as i think of every time i went wrong.

The front door opens and i see Matt walk in, he was wearing a black t shirt, black jean jacket and black cargos.

“What took you so long?” I snap, probably shouldn’t have been my first move.

“Accident on the highway.” He replies, now taking his shoes off and setting his keys down.

“What happened?” He walks towards me.

I give him the write up that Estrella got today.

Matt’s eyebrows furrowed as he reads the paper, him opening his mouth to speak. “Isn’t this her th-”

“-Third time. Yes.” I confirm, nodding as i cross my arms.

Matt lets out a frustrated sigh, handing me back the paper and starting to walk upstairs.

“Matt wait,” I grab his hand.

“Estrella told me the only reason she got in trouble today was because she wanted you to finally come home, and for us to stop arguing.” I tell him.

He looks up at me, his look was upsetting, almost guilty. “What?”

I nod, “She’s been struggling and we haven’t known about it.”

He lets out a breath, him now clearly upset.

“We can call her down here to talk.” I suggest, playing with my fingers.

Matt rubs his stubble and nods, “Okay.”

“Estrella!? Come down here please!” I call out.

I hear her room door open and watch as she walks downstairs. Her eyes flicker between Matt and I and she lets out a huff.

I give her a sad smile, “Sit down, please.” I motion towards the couch.

She looks at me, not moving, like she had done before Matt got home.

“You can listen to your mother, Estrella.” Matt chimes in.

She scratched her head before walking and sitting on the couch, crossing her arms and leaning back.

Matt takes a seat next to her while i stay standing.

“What’s going on, Ella? Mom told me you got in trouble again.” Matt starts, looking at Ella.

Ella bites her lip and shrugs, bringing her nails up to her mouth to bite her nails.

I shake my head, “Tell him what you told me, El.” I say as Matt takes Estrella’s hand out of her mouth.

“You guys argue too much.” Ella says, her eyes flickering over to Matt as she speaks again, “And you’re never home anymore, dad. I miss you. A-and our family.” She says, her voice was quiet but determined to get her point through.

Matt nods, taking in a breath. “Your mother and I are perfectly fine, Ella. We argue yeah, but it’s not anything that deep, we love each other so much, just like we love you so much. And i’ve been working a lot with your uncles, but i can take some time off from now on, would that be okay with you?” He looks at ella, she smiles and nods.

Matt chuckles, “Great. No more getting in trouble, i’m only letting it slide because i know you don’t mean it.” Matt says.

She looks down and nods before Matt brings her into a hug, she hugs back. “Thanks dad..” She whispers against his chest.

He kisses her forehead. “Of course, baby.” He whispers back.

Ella gets up and looks at me, “I’m sorry for being rude, mom.. i don’t mean it, i pinky promise.” She holds her pinky out, i smile, that was a habit she got from me.

I interlock pinkies with her, “It’s okay, my love.” I smile before bringing her in for a hug.

She then goes back upstairs.

Matt stands up and looks at me. “I’m sorry i haven’t been home, and that i’ve been a bad father and husband.” He apologizes.

I shake my head and wrap my arms around his neck, “You’re an amazing husband and an even better father. I argue back all the time too. So as long as we work together we will stop, for ella.”

Matt nods, “For ella.” He then leans in and kisses me.

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Took me too long to write and idk i think my writing has been getting way worse but i hope you guys like this !

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[quartergremlin]

Since Lena is Mikey's daughter that makes her the Family Baby's baby, like Class A smoll bean👌🌱. How pampered do you think she is by everyone? I'm interested in how her interactions with Splinter and Draxum could play out 🤔🤔. Splinter seems like the dotting grandparent type and Barry in the very least has a soft spot for Orange.

sorry! i havemt been answering any of my asks. I sat on this for far too long just to come to the same conclusions...

1: Extremely pampered!!! With raph's general attituide towards most things smaller than herself (which is most things) + Mikey's new parent/independent baby anxiety + leos worry she's going to fall over and croak + donnies. *gestures vaguely*.

I think that the turtles would dote on her /constantly/ as well as work themselves up into a feedback loop of anxiety whenever anything even hints at being wrong. Like cheetahs. Good thing they're surrounded by their own labs to tell them to knock it off (April (been dismantling Turtle Bullshit for years), Cass (mostly thinks children are indestructible), SHELLDON (been through this before), etc.)

tho she had a bit of a Rocky start with the former baby of the family..... Not that Lean remembers it.

Splinter: they say that shit parents make great grandparents! Or at least. That tends to be my experience. They have matching outfits and take all those goofy CTRL + c/v photos that parents do.

Draxum: The turtles weren't supposed to be able to procreate????? The ability to have children and everything associated is a distraction when he would have been able to whip up new soldiers know no time flat.

And now he has four grandchildren.

that being said, Draxum was very involved in Lena's early development with all the health concerns - both from Leo's hunch and from worries of Mikey's mysticism being passed down and developing too early.

He made her do /tonnes/ of boring exercises, like /meditation/ and /breathing/ (ugh). But whenever he wasn't making her do Boring Mysic Things, he was happy to basically become a vegetable and let Lena do whatever she wanted to him.

[sleptwithinthesun]

Tim anon here! Maybe he’s dealing with hayfever while he’s trying to patrol? Also very happy to read whatever you have already going !

HI SORRY I DUCKED OUT FOR TWO MONTHS I WAS. OCCUPIED

and yes ofc!! please forgive me if this is poor in quality; i haven't written any snz content in three months now sO im out of practice and i was falling asleep while i wrote this. here's 1.3K of sneezy t/im and annoyed but caring j/ason :D

(if you're still looking for whatever stories i have for d/c, you can look at my fic masterlist and check out the t/imber college au!!)

Tim always was a stubborn little son of a bitch, Jason'll give him that. And, out of every villain Red Robin had fought, he'd know that best; he'd tried to kill the Replacement enough times to say he's almost like a cockroach, refusing to die no matter what Jason did.

It shouldn't be surprising, then, for Jason to find Tim on patrol, crouching silently on a rooftop. Ordinarily, this wouldn't be an issue, except for the fact that the pollen's the highest it's been thus far, and Timmy has some of the worst pollen allergies Jason's ever seen.

"What're you doing out here, Red?"

His voice comes out low and distorted with fuzz, the warping effect of the modulator in his helmet. He alights next to Red Robin with little more than a soft crunch of his boots on the rooftop. It takes him a moment too long to react and look at him, and just by observing Tim's posture, Jason can tell he's not doing well. There's a slump to his shoulders, a slight tremor in his hands as he holds his bō out defensively. He relaxes the moment he clocks Jason, though, stumbling forward into the elder's arms.

"Woah, hey..." Jason trails off, catching the younger vigilante in a hug. Caught off-guard, he's unsure what to do, unsure what's going on. He'd expected to have to drag Tim back to his safehouse and then stuff him with antihistamines, but it seems like he's already giving up.

"Hood," Tim mumbles, his voice thick with congestion.

"Why're you out here?" Jason rephrases, and Tim clutches tighter to the sides of Jason's leather jacket.

Tim's breath hitches as his inhales, and it takes him a second to regain control. "Badtmband," he replies, nearly incomprehensibly.

"B sent you on patrol?" translates Jason.

He nods, wordless, then shudders with a quick series of sneezes. Tim's worryingly careful to avoid the leather, crushing a gloved fist against his nose and squeezing his eyes shut beneath the mask. "ngxt! n'xtt! h'ngt-tt! hih... hh'ngXxt!"

"Bless you, Red, jeez."

"Thaggs." Tim sniffles, blinking slowly, like he's barely staying awake. Jason casts a glance around the area, making sure there's no one near the two of them. Tim's in a dangerous position now, and while Jason's more than capable of knocking a couple of heads, he's not in the mood to deal with anyone tonight when Tim's already vulnerable. Moreover, how the hell could Bruce think it was a good idea to send Tim out on patrol tonight? Just look at him.

He makes an executive call. Tapping on the comm at his ear, Jason only halfway tunes into Dick's conversation with Damian, shamelessly interrupting to say, "You're going to want to cover the East end of the city, I'm taking the Replacement home for the night."

"Hood, wha—"

"I'll rip o—"

Turning off the comm amid Dick's confusion and the threat Damian was about to level, Jason then shifts his attention to Tim. He's small enough to carry, still, and Jason doesn't really see another way out of the situation they're currently in. Tim's simply too exhausted to move of his own accord, and if Jason weren't already so worried about exactly why that is, he'd be paying attention to the fact that B, despite having access to their medical files, chose to send Tim out tonight when Stephanie's in town as well as Cass.

Jason's gentle with Tim as he pulls him upright. "Red? Hey, c'mon, we're going home."

"Mm, ndo," Tim mutters. "Godda padtrol."

Jason scoffs. "You're barely functioning."

"I'mb fide."

"No, you're not. Look, Red," says Jason, hoisting Tim onto his back. He manages to grab on, helping Jason out the tiniest bit. "I dunno why the fuck B sent you out tonight, but that was a mistake."

Tim gives a wordless groan against Jason's back, one that could either be a protest or a resigned acceptance, before turning his neck to sneeze into his shoulder. "gk'tt! ng'xXt! h'kff!" He doesn't quite manage to stifle the last one, muffling it instead.

"Bless you."

"Nng."

"Hood?"

He startles. "Fuck, Oracle, don't just start talking in my ear."

"This is important. Red dropped off the comms ten minutes before you showed up. GPS was working, audio and camera were working, but Red just... stopped talking."

"Yeah, he's still not doing well. What's going on?"

He can hear the tapping of Barbara's keyboard over the line, underneath his breaths and the whirring of his grapple gun. "Red's working on a case."

"He told me Batman sent him on patrol. Bless you, Red."

"I try to stay out of their personal business. All I know is that Red was trying to get evidence for a case when he went out."

Jason sighs. "Alright. Thank you, O."

"Anytime, Hood. Get him inside."

"Already on it." He lands on the roof to his safehouse the second Oracle clicks off the comm, using the door to get Tim somewhere that he can lie down. The second he pulls the Red Robin cowl off of Tim's face, it becomes obvious just how allergically miserable he is; his nose is red and there's a thin sheen of moisture on his upper lip. His eyes are bloodshot and puffy, his lips slightly parted to take in shallow breaths as his chest rises and falls with increasing rapidity.

Jason hurries over to the kitchen. "Hang on for eight seconds, Red," he calls over his shoulder, grabbing a fistful of Kleenex and then rushing back to the living room and thrusting them to Tim's face.

His reaction is immediate. Tim practically snatches the tissues from his hand, cupping his hands around his mouth and sneezing harshly into the tissues while still trying to remain as quiet as possible. "h'hH'hGXT! nGT! gxt-xxt-xtt!"

"Bless—"

"k'shtt! h'xt'shu!"

"Christ," Jason whispers. "Bruce let you out like this?"

Tim blows his nose softly, unproductively. "More like he ordered me oudt like this."

Well, Bruce always was a sadistic dick. "Elaborate."

Tim sighs, like the effort of telling Jason is too much for him. "I'm on like, seventeen Benadryl. Enough to see The Hat Man."

"That... is not what I wanted to hear."

Jason blinks at Tim. With the new information, Tim's current behavior makes a lot of sense. The exhaustion, the inability to focus, the lack of filter. Ordinarily, Tim wouldn't dare to call direct blame to Bruce, would smooth things over with his words to bring attention to his own poor decisions, because that's what Tim does.

But, apparently, Tim-on-seventeen-Benadryl doesn't.

He sighs. "I fucked up a case. I'm tired, I'm not thinking, I'm sneezing every six seconds. Obviously, I fucked up a case."

"How does that result in Bruce forcibly sending you on patrol?" demands Jason.

"He got mad that I fucked up the case, duh," Tim says. He lazily presses his elbow to his face and sneezes again. "h'Hhh! hk'sh! kshh! ng'tshh! ish! huhh..."

When he brings his arm down again, there's a small bit of mess running down his upper lip. Jason sighs inwardly at the thought of having to clean him up; Tim might not be close with him, but Jason does still consider him to be his brother. He feels a sense of responsibility toward him, especially when he's... fragile like this.

"And so, as punishment, he sent you out on patrol while you can't even see your own feet in front of you," summarizes Jason, using another tissue to wipe Tim's face. Tim nods, head lolling to rest against the back of the couch.

"Yep."

"Don't sneeze on me," Jason warns.

Tim just sighs.

"Alright. Fuck, the old man really is a prick." Tim only nods and sniffles again. "Just... sleep off the Benadryl, okay? We'll settle this in the morning."

"I'll say hi to The Hat Man for you," Tim slurs, already half asleep.

Jason closes his eyes for the solid four seconds he needs to regain his sanity. "Yeah, Tim. You do that."

[crow-aeris]

TBUBF- Something I wrote for ch 10 :3

Tim collapses into the dark, water dripping off his damp feathers and seeping into his clothes. His breathing was quick and shallow as his fangs dug into his forearms with the effort to keep quiet, even though he knew the Assassins outside could hear him through the thin walls.

His breath stutters through his nose as the taste of metallic blood blooms in his mouth, and it is all he can do to remain conscious-

He wakes up to find himself tucked in the bed, their weighted blanket draped over his front. He feels bandages rubbing against the skin of his forearm, wrapped around where he'd bitten himself. When he looks toward his side, Tim sees Cass perched beside him with her back toward his face, her pale wings folded neatly against her back. She was clearly frustrated and still upset with him, but Tim didn't care- she came back.

"C-cass?" he croaks weakly.

She glances toward him, conflicted emotions bursting in her eyes, "...Go to sleep, Tim."

He takes a deep breath before allowing his eyes to drift shut, "...I'm... I'm sorry."

There was a silence before Cass repeated herself, the owl's voice stretched and tense, "Go to sleep."

And... He does. What else could he do?

[someinstant]

So I was thinking about Cassian Andor, as one does, and here is a brief series of thoughts:

1. You know how in episode 12 when he sneaks into the hotel kitchen in order to break out Bix during the funeral and surprises that cook? Cass not only recognizes him, but knows his name, and the cook knows him well enough to immediately say, "I'm sorry about your mom."

2. I therefore have decided that Cass and the cook guy (Temik? Terek? Something like that, anyway) had worked together at some point. I don't think Cass has ever been much for steady, on-the-books employment, but I think that when he came back to Ferrix after Sipu and Mimban and whatever he did in that eighteen month gap after, he sometimes worked as a cook.

(3. He lies to Luthen about how long he was on Mimban, because he lies to everyone about how long he was on Mimban, which means he didn't go back to Ferrix after those six months in the mud as a cook when he was sixteen. He went somewhere else, and it's either not something he's proud of or it's illegal enough to get him in real trouble. Or both.)

(4. I think he ran jobs to make money for the first bit after Mimban, learning some Dubious Skills, and then I think he tried to go to Kenari. And I do not think it went well, which is what prompted him to return to Ferrix.)

5. Anyway. When he comes back, he's a mess. He's smart, sure, and capable, but what sort of steady employment would be available to someone who had maybe two or three years or formal education, spent three years in juvie, and then two year supposedly conscripted into the military? He's going to come back to Ferrix traumatized and very, very good with knives. And with at least some basic culinary knowledge, so-- why not cook? But I doubt he'd be willing or able to tolerate the power struggles of a kitchen for long at this point-- self-control does not seem to be a delevoped skill quite yet. So I imagine he's in and out of line cook jobs on the regular, whenever he needs the cash-- until everyone's patience starts to wear thin.

6. But I bet folks still hire him on because (a) it doesn't matter how stupidly complicated the order is, Cass gets it right every time, (b) he might snarl at the head cook or other line cooks, but he's nice to the bus boys and servers, (c) his station is obsessively neat, (d) he brings his own knives and they are VERY nice, and (e) he is good in a crisis-- like, suspiciously good at dealing with scary deep knife wounds and such.

7. But he's absolutely going to ghost you after about three and a half weeks.

[rottmnt-residuum]

Idk why, but Donnie looks more like he’s holding off, almost protecting, Leo and Mikey from the blonde bitch (I forgot the name sorry :c)

Like, yeah he’s resisting, futile in the end, she essentially lobotomized him in arc ONE. But I really hope this is not the end of “Donnie” in your comic. Like, even if just in spirit, he helps his brothers in other ways.

Also, GOD, you are very brave, you’re capable of pulling a trigger against characters and that takes guts. “Sometimes, you have to kill your baby” well, this time it was just lobotomy and one, no-two, wait. Uh. Fuck does mantis and his fucked up cat count? Idk.

Anyway, because you’re capable of pulling the trigger on characters, you scare me really bad. Teach me your ways please.

( •̀ᄇ• ́)ﻭ✧

Also, how you made Draxum death just, I just. Praise you while crying, goat man didn’t deserve to be just a “oh shit, I shot the wrong animal, anyhow, wanna go for lunch?” Like

Wow that was CASUAL FOR THOSE TWO FUCKERS. I never wanted to break someone neck slowly so much. Besides the blonde bitch.

Oh! And where is Cassandra and Junior? Are they not in your comic or you took Junior out of the picture by using the discarded finale of the movie?

Sorry for this looooong ass ask. Didn’t sleep :p

you're meant to feel like that lmao, don't worry you're just picking up my vibes. Yeah, donnies a big part of the plot, always has been. He's just kinda on the back burner in the second arc.

Oh, repo is fine- well, as fine as someone in his situation can be, but the cat.... uh. Anyway. I don't really see what I'm doing as brave? I just kinda... don't get emotional about my own stuff? (unless i find it funny i mean) Death is just a story telling tool to me, so im not sure how i could teach you my ways lmao

Casey and Cass are... technically in the comic? I've never heard of a discarded final of the movie, but if it is what i think it is... maybe in the first iteration of the comic? I'm making that possibility its own comic on my side blog.

Anyway, I'll make a bonus comic for where they are in Residuum... they are very busy lmao

[lazaruspiss]

What ur fav Batman-adjacent character says about you (WARNING: not to be taken seriously)

Batman: there's like three different wildly different divisions of y'all. dude bros who only watch the movies, tumblrinas who only read the fic, and people who want to study this fucked up old man like a bug.

Robin (Dick): a sucker for the classics. you're either pretty wholesome or fucking deranged (affectionate).

Nightwing: gay and/or trauma. not applicable to new52 fans. i don't know who that Nightwing is. never met that man before in my life.

Robin (Jason): really into poetry. probably processing a lot of not-so-good things.

Red Hood: gay and/or trauma (but you're still into poetry). either really eloquent and well thought out or one of the shittiest people I've ever met in my life. most are the former, don't think about it too hard.

Robin (Tim): "he was a sk8r boi, she said c u l8r boi". you're a late 90s/early 00s kid and/or enjoyer. probably at least a mild Nightwing fan by extention of Tim's whole deal.

Red Robin: you're sad, tired, and need someone to project onto. or you're just into femboys. the most likely to get into the weirdest fandom beef.

Robin (...Tim? Again?): what's happening in there (new52)??

Robin (Damian): you have more patience than others for difficult kids. or you just read a fanfic with his edges sanded off and have never met a human child before.

Batgirl (Babs): you need to grow up a little. or you only read new52. are you okay?

Oracle: you like a woman who is a bit /too/ mean to you. you've also been completely done dirty by DC and i send you my sincere condolences.

Robin (Steph): you're a bit of a goofball, and you may or may not have a complicated relationship with an older man.

Batgirl (Steph): I'll be real with you, I keep forgetting that even happened. I think she gets called flat chested and mistaken for Damian's girlfriend or something? I'm so sorry.

Spoiler: you want to kill your dad and go out for milkshakes with the gang after.

Batgirl (Cass): "...tumblrinas who only read the fic, [or] people who want to study this fucked up [woman] like a bug." sometimes the two are distinguishable by whether or not they acknowledge her as an adult.

Orphan: same as prior, but you like Batman less.

Batwoman: woman-liker. probably a bit representation starved.

Alfred: you're either trying too hard to be different or you haven't spent enough time with your grandparents to realize that they're probably just as fucked up as everyone else.

[havendance]

birds of prey :]

8. Terry Moore -- He only wrote like a three issue story for birds of prey, so perhaps it is petty of me to for one, include him on this list, and two, put him at the bottom, but I am still sore that the moment Dixon left the title this guy gave a story where Barbara gets temporarily magi-cured. Like, come on.

7. Gilbert Hernandez -- The other fill in author between Dixon and Simone. Also clearly suffers from thinking Batgirl is cooler than Oracle. Also metamopho is there for some reason.

6. Duane Swierczynski -- His birds of prey run is just mediocre to the extreme. Yeah, it's the new 52 and the Birds of Prey don't even really feel like the Birds of Prey and whatever, but also it's just too mid to rank lower. Also Strix was kind of interesting at the end of the run.

5. Julie and Shawna Benson -- Okay, here me out. I feel like this is my controversial one ranking them so high, but this is with the context that I've only read the first 6 issues and the rebirth issue. Yes, I'm not a fan of Helena's mom being alive and the amount of contempt they have towards Oracle!Babs fans is not great, but also I feel like they failed in a spectacular way that makes them more interesting than the blah that is Swierczynski's run, I'm willing to give them more ground than Moore and Hernandez who I am just pettily biased against, and also I'm a sucker for legacy characters and I keep thinking about how Gus could've been cool if it weren't for the everything.

4. Kelly Thompson and

3. Tony Bedard

There's a big jump between 5 and 4 and then Thompson and Bedard are really neck in neck for me so I want to talk about them together. Bedard's run I felt was honestly kind of mid. I'd honestly compare it to Swierczynski's in that way. But what it has that Swierczynski's lacks is a) helena b) oracle c) manhunter, d) misfit, and e) it actually feels like a birds of prey run. It also has all of those points on Thompson's run. Now Thompson's run has both Cass and Barda and the art consistently really slaps, but I think that D is the deciding point here. Thompson's run is fun, and it's still ongoing so my opinion on it will probably change over time, but it's also dinged by the fact that the issue 10 was pretty weak and I am susceptible to regency bias.

2. Gail Simone -- The reason that Simone is ranked at number two is honestly because she was cursed with having so many bad artists. She did not get a good artist until Nicola Scott and I was suffering for it. I like that she brought in Helena and I like the ideas behind a lot of her plots though sometimes they feel like they lose something in execution (the art probably does not help there). Her Helena characterization also feels off to me, but there's also a lot of enjoyable comics and moments in there and I did really like the spy smasher arc.

1. Chuck Dixon -- I'm sorry but I just really have a soft spot for Dixon's run. Were there misses? Yes. (eyes that dinosaur island arc he closed off on) but the Dinah and Barbara of it all was just so good. I have a soft spot for Manhunt, and also the art did not consistently burn my eyes.

[fancyfade]

Hey, hey, love your blog and I was wondering if you had some insight here. To what extent do you think the way DC has written characters like Cass Cain, Damian Wayne, Rose Wilson and Lian Harper over the years provides actual good representation of racialised people?

Like yes, they’re non-white character but how important is their non-european cultures, histories and roots to their personal identities (or if that matters)? Does the jarring orientalism in the depiction of their non-european backgrounds take away from the positives? Is the constant absence of their racialised parent a harmful trope that’s needed to be amended? Is Damian’s lack of connection to specific, real-life peoples, histories and cultures just feed into the orientalism (like what’s he representing exactly)? Are they maybe best written and read as “third culture kids” living in the US?

Sorry for bombarding you with questions. I guess I’m just asking is DC giving us good representation here and how could it be better. Answer however you’d like to if you’d like. :)

I'd say I'm probably not the best person to answer this b/c I'm white. I can answer what I do know (in terms of "here's what happens in comics canon, here's what other people have said"), and then maybe someone can chime in with their experiences if they want?

So, multiple people have spoken out about the racism inherent in Damian has to choose between his good white dad and his evil brown mom/grandparent. DC also generally has erased nuance from the al ghuls, Ra's is portrayed as a cartoon villain who'd be OK locking a child in a box in the desert for not tying his shoes right in Tom King's WW.

I think that they really do need to put Talia in Damian's story and make her in character, and not treated as someone Damian needs to break away from or someone who is harmful to him. Like we saw Talia working against her upbringing, we saw her disliking Ra's' ideas.

DC does frequently only bring up Damian's heritage when they want to villainize him. That was a big thing in Teen Titans 2016 where the comic where Glass started the character assassination arc was also where they mentioned him speaking Arabic and eating in an Arab restaurant.

I know @fatheriimaginedyoutaller wrote an article talking about how DC handles it's biracial characters focusing on Damian

Cass in general the writers don't talk about her heritage at all, which makes sense from a world building perspective - she was raised by her white dad in isolation - but also... they chose to write it that way. Sarah Kuhn, writer of shadow of the batgirl, who is Japanese-American, is the only writer I can think of who got into talking about it.

in general how they're best read best written... I can't say in that part. I can say DC has been racist a lot.

I didn't get into Lian and Rose b/c I've read less of them... Rose again IIRC her heritage is barely ever mentioned. Perhaps it changes in DS2016? I haven't read more than a couple issues. Her mom definitely is written with a lot of Marv's stereotypes and ideas of how an asian woman "should" be, and in general... the comics introducing her felt very racist to me.

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