#my angsty boyo

[yellowheartz]

Saiki Kusuo, but it's him and his learned helplessness against the world. Him. But like, he's trying to explain how he feels but he can't express it. So he just. Gives up and lets people handle it. Or like, just stand there while they're getting angry at him and thinking about how, even for a powerful psychic like him, there's nothing he can do to just make that person or people stop. Because anything he does is useless. (Elaborated in tags)

[numberfiveisback]

"It's my party and I'll cry if I want to"

Imagine if CC had a single friend when he was alive. Someone who genuinely cared about him no matter what. Someone who helped him face the monsters the scared him. Someone who never would've let him get dragged to the stage and killed.

Imagine that.

(meanwhile Cassidy is seething at me in the corner because I've been focused on the boys more than her)

[miraiq]

a certain dragon delivers intense stares though curious of what was troubling the trailblazer. perhaps the vacation in penacony wasn't precisely what he expected, judging by the look of his face. "did something happen? you look troubled." (dan heng @ caelus)

Caelus was ecstatic upon Dan Heng messaging him saying that the raven haired lad was making his way to meet the Express crew down on Penacony. He had missed Dan Heng, but was also worried. Caelus wasn't sure why he was worried, this was the Dan Heng we're talking about. The man is the body guard of the Astral Express. The dude's a powerhouse! But, who could blame the silver haired man for the unnecessary concern. Everything was going wrong the second they warp jumped. First Caelus had that weird dream on the train that he couldn't even remember- though could recognize that it wasn't a good one based on the fact that he had been startled awake, covered in his own tears. Pom-Pom had simply said it was the lad not handling the memoria in the planet's atmosphere well, but something told Caelus that was only part of the problem.

Then they had troubles with their reservations, which made no sense to him since they (well technically not him but semantics) were invited, and had the same amount of bodies as their r.s.v.p..? Whatever. A guy from the IPC helped settle that, then proceeded to single him out and spew out cryptic nonsense-- aside from the fact that the blond had somehow had known Caelus housed a stellaron. Which that was also concerning-- how? What would that man do because of, or with, that information?

Next, the trailblazer had run into someone looking like Sampo, who then attacked(?) him. Well.. going unconscious and waking up without the accused party kinda makes it seem that way. So another betrayal at someone the man knew and (mostly) trusted.

And to top it all off, as if the universe really wanted to play some nasty tricks on him yet again.. Caelus made a friend. Another kind soul, struggling to make it by but finding the joy in the little things. It was worse than when... when Tingyun.. when she.. Caelus had to once again see a friend die right in front of him.

He got to know Firefly a bit more than he had with the Foxian, which made it all the more devastating when the man watched the girl get impaled by that dream creature. He vaguely remembers Black Swan or Acheron telling him the monster's name or title.. but he doesn't remember anything outside of the sheer size of it, the screeching sounds it made, the smoke stifling the surrounding air.. Caelus watched her body shake with fear before she apologized to him (why? why would you do that?) before she fell down into his arms just long enough that he felt her body turn into that odd liquid and vanish.

And the photo.. oh, the photo. Just an extra punch to the gut.

Wasn't he just "born" several months ago? He can't take much more of this.

So, it isn't really a surprise that the archivist could tell something was wrong. Though, Caelus knows that he doesn't hide his own emotions very well. Probably didn't help that shaking hands had reached out to lightly grasp Dan Heng's arm the second the silver was close enough to touch his party member, just firm enough to settle himself, but relaxed enough that if the raven had wanted to remove his arm from Caelus' touch he could easily do so. Caelus just couldn't stop himself. He desperately needed to feel a physical body, one that was warm, solid.. not ice cold mist that could slip through his fingers again.

" Can't get anything passed you, can I ? "

His voice is so soft, so raspy, the silver hopes that Dan Heng could at least hear his attempt at words to set the other at ease. After a chuckle to himself, a tiny alarm went off in his mind. Something about how Dan Heng showed up after texting each other related itself to Black Swan and their conversation.. and the chat with the real Black Swan right after. Could this be 'Dan Heng', the same one that meet him earlier as 'Sampo', tried to trick him into giving out dangerous-in-the-wrong-hands-knowledge 'Black Swan'?

He learned his lesson the first time. He's not going to make that mistake again.

" H..Hey. I know this is a bit.. strange. But-

Can you tell me your secret phrase you have with March?

You know, the one you used to help us out on Belobog to get away from the Silvermane Guards the second day we got there? "

[boysgenuis]

adam and emrys :( for ship meme :(

SEND ME A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU… accepting.

who’s the cuddler? em ! adam is more the type to sit & admire, but em likes touch. not that adam is against cuddling at all — he loves it & happily indulges every time em wants. sometimes he even initiates it !

who makes the bed? neither. they both forget to do it until it’s time to get back in bed or they’re about to have company. but when they do make it up, it’s usually adam who does it, though it always somehow looks like a rush job.

who wakes up first? adam ! he doesn’t always wake up early, but he wakes up before em. before the incident, he would stay in bed & just admire his lover with the most adoring look on his face. ever since it happened, though, he’s been quick to rush out of the house before em can wake up.

who has the weird taste in music? neither. they pretty much like the same music, so neither of them accuses the others of having weird taste.

who is more protective? em. he’s older & feels the need to look out for adam & their relationship, while adam is more … with the place he’s in with their relationship right now, he’s just not.

who sings in the shower? both ! especially when they shower together, they tend to duet. is very cute of them but it’s slay extremely loud.

who cries during movies? adam. he’s a big baby at heart, what can i say ? em teases him for it, but it can’t be helped.

who spends the most while out shopping? em ! he likes shopping & he likes spoiling adam, who tends to be a little less quick to waste money.

who kisses more roughly? adam, surprisingly ! neither of them is particularly rough, but adam is more willing to try it out. it takes em by surprise every time, but he doesn’t complain. it’s hot when adam takes initiative like that.

who is more dominant? neither. they’re just not that kind of couple. if i bas to choose, i’d say em is more stubborn. adam is a lot more likely to back down during fights, but neither is especially dominant or submissive.

my rating of the ship from 1-10. 220 out of 10, i said what i said.

[acotarxreader]

Healing Hands

Azriel x Reader (Devlon's daughter)

Synopsis: A new suitor in your life interrupts your friendship with your three best friends at Windhaven. The budding healer in you finds yourself breaking more hearts than healing.

Warnings: Angsty angst, fluff, descriptions of injury and cleaning injury. Blood and bruising city.

A/N: Hehe this is just a silly little will-they-won't-they taking place towards the end of the boyos time at Windhaven.

(Alternative title for this was Flutter lol)

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“Woah what happened to you?”

“Fucking Devlon, fucking surprise drills” Azriel stomped inside your minuscule cabin, a mile or so from Windhaven where your childhood friends were coming to the end of their training. Your wings hung in their usual state, bumping the front door closed behind Azriel as he threw himself down on the couch. He flexed his cracked hands into small fists at the sight of your clipping scar while you retrieved your box of medicinals.

“Poor Illyrian baby” You teased, sinking into the seat alongside him, scarlet dripping from deep in his hairline, to slip past his split open lip and his bloodshot right eye.

“Just fix it”

“A please would go a long way” You jerked his chin towards the light to inspect his injuries. 

“Hands” you ordered, they shook slightly before being steadied by yours, you inspected his splintering knuckles, your thumb slipping over his now well-over decade-old injuries decorating his skin for the rest of his life. Hazel eyes softened at the loving action until you returned his hands to his lap and reached for the mixture of alcohol and herbs to soak on balls of cotton wool. You kneeled on the couch cushion, tilting his head down to attempt to find the source of the stream of blood.

“YNN, on your knees for me? You’re such a tease”

“Careful Az or your eyes will be a matching set” You shot back with a smile, the mouth of the wound coming into your view, you leaned in further, tilting his head downwards as you inked the mixture slowly into the cut.

“You know you're basically forcing my head into your chest now right?”

“Are you complaining?” You squeezed the cotton ball tightly, the liquid free flowing into the cut, releasing a hiss from Azriel, his hands gripping your hips into the burn. The cotton ball soaked the majority of the blood into its fibres until you replaced it with a fresh victim. 

“Don’t cross the healer/patient relationship line Az” You grinned, prying one of his hands from your hip to hold the cotton down. You swiped a cloth across the drying blood before sitting cross-legged across from him after retrieving something else from your bag and pulling him closer to you to look at his swelling orbit. 

“This was just an excuse so you could spend the night looking into my eyes wasn’t YNN” He grinned until you flickered a small fae-light directly into his eye causing him to flinch away from you. 

“Argh!”

“Well your pupils are fine” He shoved you back as you laughed in almost hysterics, his body now hovering the length of yours, a hand above your head to support his weight. 

“No need to fix my eye now that you’ve blinded me” 

“You're right, we should fix your lip though” You lightly catch him by the chin, dragging him down closer, him willingly going, dropping the cotton pad he held. Your faces were mere inches away now, Azriel believing he was about to have some of his dreams come true. He slowly closed his eyes but you quickly reached for another soaked cotton pad and pressed it to his lip. Azriel half howled from the surprise and accompanying pain, shooting up straight, a leg on either side of you while patting his lip dry.

“Bitch!”

“An odd way to say thank you but I accept” You smirk, his hands reaching to your sides as he had you pinned, tickling you mercilessly leaving you caught between a scream and laugh.

“Truce! Truce!” You called out as he beamed down at you, only stopping once you had begun to turn purple. You smiled up sweetly at him before the sound of a rusty lock shattered the peace in the cabin. Azriel leapt from you, shooting down to hide behind the couch as the latch on your front door lifted. You stuffed the used cotton pads behind the couch cushion as your father allowed Summer air to whip through the cabin. 

“Evening sweetheart” You smiled up at his greeting as he rolled his head along his shoulders. His eyes landed on the open case of medic supplies on the coffee table, a brow raising. 

“YNN you know I don’t like you messing around with that stuff”

“But I’m good at it” 

“It doesn’t matter, not the way to secure a useful match, playing around with things we leave to the professionals” He sighed, picking up a ball of cotton, the minuscule drop of blood threatened to betray you, you could practically feel Azriel holding in his breath behind the couch.

“Okay Father” you dipped your head, resulting in a small smile growing across Devlon’s face at his wallflower daughter. 

“YNN, have you given further thought to the offer of courtship you’ve received” Your eyes darted back to him before he strode back over in the direction he came from, you felt the gentle press of a shadow around your ankle, only for you to softly brush it away with your other foot. 

“No”

“Perhaps you’d enjoy this male’s company, it would certainly be a better use of your time than those three males I see you sneaking off with”

“Surely there is no better than a High Lord's son” you quipped, him spinning back to you, rage flashing across him before disappearing again. Azriel bit hit tongue from behind the couch, the sheer thought of you with his brother threatening to rise a laugh from him.

“There’s better than that High Lord’s son” You could practically feel the heat radiate from the other side of the couch at the disrespect towards Rhysand. You gave an obedient smile before standing to close the distance between you and your father, hoping he wouldn’t sense the quietly boiling Illyrian. 

“I will consider meeting with this match Father, now please rest, I’m sure those surprise drills were rather taxing to arrange” 

“Quite” He nodded, moving across the cabin before his hand hovered on the door handle that led to the hallway of bedrooms. 

“How did you know about the surprise drill?” His eyebrow raised like the heat in your cheeks. 

“Umm it’s a Tuesday...every fifth Tuesday you have your surprise drills” You offered. 

“Quite right-” he laughed, air returning to your chest “-perhaps I should move things around if even a female can work it out, no doubt some of my cadets have it twigged as well. Goodnight Sweetheart, clean up that mess and head to bed” He passed through the door with a smile. Azriel stayed hidden until the click of Devlon’s door met his ears, your shoulders slumping down. 

“So little YNN has a suitor” He teased quietly, hoping to cover the simmering jealousy as it rose through him. You just rolled your eyes as you packed a small care package for Azriel to use on his wounds. 

“Well, who is he?”

“Leave it Az”

“No no, you have to tell me” he whispered, gratefully taking the small package you made for him. 

“He’s no one, he finished up training last year and is doing pretty well for himself, Rhy’s father has even taken notice of him”

“Rhy’s father notices me”

“Yes but he notices him for good reasons” He threw a cotton wool ball at you before heading back towards the door. 

“Make sure you wipe down your hands and apply the cream I gave you”

“Yes boss” He gave a mock salute to you, hand resting on the door handle.

“Do you think you’re going to agree to meet up with this so-called Mother’s gift to Illyria” you chuckled at him, resting your arms behind your back and rocking from one foot to the other. 

“I don’t know, maybe, I’m not getting any younger, my wings are ruined, why not add my future to the list” Your sad smile caused a twinge in Azriel’s heart. 

“Marry me then” he teased.

“I don’t want to marry you” he rolled his eyes at your toying, suddenly releasing the handle of the door to push you flush into the coat rack with a gentle thud. You let out a slight sexually charged whimper at the sudden control he was taking and he smirked. Damn it, you thought. He was inches from your face once again.

“Yeah, I thought so” he winked before releasing you, revelling in the little victory you just granted him while you cursed yourself.

“I think I will agree to meet him” You tried to regain control as Azriel allowed more air to flutter into the apartment. He didn’t reply, afraid he’d shown you too many cards already.  

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Try as you might, Devlon stayed persistent with you with regards to meeting this male. Surprisingly, he wasn’t as terrible as you had assumed, Cal had a somewhat medley of opinions similar to your fathers but also to your friends. More importantly to you, he introduced you to the world outside the war camp, bringing you to Velaris for the first time, an easy place to fall in love with. You learned quickly that if you agreed to meet with him, more often than not the courtship would lead you out of the Illyrian mountains, your deepest desire. With more and more time away from the camp, more and more time away from your friends coincided, not going unnoticed by the trio. Azriel believed he’d lost you to the dashing soldier when really you were enamoured by the city of starlight while still able to keep a healthy distance from Cal’s advances under the guise of proper etiquette. It had been almost three months since Azriel had heard of the potential match your father was in favour of, his moody behaviour being sent on overdrive ever since, his two best friends being tormented by the increasing edge to their friend. 

You wandered home through the camp on your usual route after a rendezvous with Cal, blushing as you walked thinking of the way the music on the streets of Velaris made you feel. 

“Your cheeks are the same colour as my ribs” Your head spun towards Cassian, leaning against a post of a training ring, the Autumn night air beginning to give over to the Winter bite. 

“Cass” you rushed to him, hugging quickly to evade any eyes that may still be lingering around so late at night. 

“Surprised you still remember my name YNN” He teased with a slight edge of annoyance, your hand ran over his cheek, his eye swelling slightly to match his lip. 

“What happened?” 

“Ehh surprise drill, the Blood Rite will be in a few months, all the practice we can get is needed” He said softly, pulling your hand from his face, you swished your bag from your side to dig through its contents. You passed him a pouch of homemade lotions and potions to help soothe his splintered face. 

“Thanks, YNN, I got out fairly unscathed in comparison to Rhys and A-”

“I’m not that ruined” Rhysand’s laugh met your ears, one of your favourite sounds but the sight of him quickly ended any ounce of joy you held. 

“Rhys…” It was as though he had been torn asunder by wolves, even his clothes shredded.

“You two are coming home with me right now. My fathers meeting with yours Rhys, I’m not leaving you two to die of infection before you have a chance to kick all their asses at the Blood Rite” You didn’t give them much of a choice, the two Ilyrians following you home, under the guise of accompanying a lady safely home. 

You had patched together what you could of your friends, finding the return of comfort in their company that you had missed so deeply. 

“It seems rather early still for Blood Rite drills” You mused, offering Cassian a large cup of fragrant floral tea as the two warriors lounged on your couch.

“Drill? It wasn't a-” Cassian stomped down harshly on Rhysand’s foot to silence him, the action immediately alerting you, Cassian exhaling deeply as an accompanying roll of his eyes travelled his face. 

“Spill, now” you ordered Rhysand.

“Well…Az has been kind of… temperamental, we decided on temperamental didn’t we Cass?”

“I voted for raging asshole but whatever” Cassian sank further into the couch, pressing a medicinal-soaked cloth into his eye as it threatened to close. Your hands found your hips, glaring down at your friends like scolded schoolchildren. 

“Anyways, he’s been picking a lot of fights lately which is fine, it’s how he should work through his feelings but this time…this time he kind of decided to take on a whole fleet of Ironcrest members all very eager to receive their stripes, all by himself, we got to him just in tim-” Cassian sighed again through Rhysand’s confession, slightly annoyed that Rhysand had forgotten their deal to not tell you. 

“-Where is he?”

“YNN, I don’t think you should g-”

“Where is he?” you chewed out, not welcoming negotiations, the two brothers sharing a worried glance.

“Oooone-”

“-YNN we’re not children-”

“-Twoooo-”

“That’s not going to work on us-”

“Thhhhr-”

“He’s at Rhys’ mother's house!”

“Cassian!” Rhysand scolded, returning the stomp of a foot from early.

“She’s fucking scary when she does that!” Cassian exclaimed, a hand landing on his now bruising foot. You shot away from the two of them, quickly changing into a looser top and trousers. 

“Bunch of 24-year-old babies” You muttered, filling your bag with fresh supplies. 

“It’s not our fault you’ve driven him crazy” You stopped on the threshold of your home, turning your head towards another one of Rhysand’s confessions, tilting your head daring him to continue. 

“C’mon YNN, you’re off fluttering about with some hot shot, forgetting all about us, you're not around to rein him in lately so he's bound to go off to his own devices to distract himself”

“I do not flutter”

“Fine, let's go with galavant-”

“-I would say whore around but-”

“Cassian, inside thoughts” Rhysand warned, your hand leaving the handle to storm in front of the two Illryrians again. 

“I think you all forget that in a couple of months, you’ll be gone, off to be unleashed on the world, with one another. I’ll be here, I’ll always be fucking here, broken wings to match the broken dreams of escaping this hellhole while the rest of you go on and live your fucking lives without me. So please, forgive me for seeing an out no one else could provide me and fucking taking it” You snapped out, stunning the two males into silence, moving quickly with a heavy foot out the door. 

“And for fuck sake take your feet off my coffee table!” You shouted back, slamming the door behind you in a fit of rage. Cassian's feet returned to the ground, both men brought down a few pegs with their new awareness of their ignorance. 

Your rage could melt through the first fall of snow that began to glitter on the roofs of the war camp. Your heavy treading split the mud apart as you landed outside the haven provided to your friends. Your hand found the hidden key, letting yourself in, practically taking the door off the hinges. 

“YN? What the fuck?” Azriel groaned, attempting to sit up on the couch, his muscles screaming at the movement as they fought to stay attached to the bone. 

“No, you don’t get to talk right now!” Your feet pounded the floorboards and right through Azriels ears. 

“Where the fuck do you get off thinking it’s my fucking responsibility to regulate your emotions?!” You couldn’t stop the rage-fueled truth flying from your mouth.

“I-I don’t do that” he winced out, a hand wrapping around his torso to keep the muscle tying his ribs together from giving up, his feet landing shakily on the floor to sit up on the couch and face you properly. 

“Save it! Dumb and Dumber already told me about your recent…outings. What the fuck is wrong with you!? Alone!? They could have killed you!” You couldn’t seem to bring your voice back to its normal register, slamming your trusty bag of lifesaving ingredients down on the small table in front of Azriel. 

“Don’t pretend you all of sudden care about that! What? Has your prince charming turned back into an Illyrian frog like the rest of us?!” The blood coating his lip ran freely as his equally sharp tone reseparated the skin. 

“Shut the fuck up, give me your stupid hands” You sat on the coffee table, his knees touching yours as he slipped his hand to you with caution, your thumb tracing over the scars of his childhood as they always did while you inspected hands. Despite your current temper, the action gave comfort to Azriel that all was not lost between you both. 

“There’s a duck on the sink” You said oddly bitterly.

“Wha-ARGH FUCKING HELL!” You relocated his thumb back into its socket, his hands snatching back from you as they attempted to flex away the pain again. You pulled his face closer to yours, a particularly deep laceration decorating across his eyebrow. 

“Fucking idiot” you murmured, pulling thin threads of fabric that you began to coat with a sticky substance. 

“Bedside manner could use work”

“Shut up” You chewed back, Azriel’s shoulders sinking. Despite the nature of the visit, if he was honest with himself, there was an element of him that loved this one-on-one time, the first in weeks. He winced as you ran the strips on either side of the incision, using the tension to pull the skin back together where his healing powers would aid the knitting together. 

“Right. Shirt. Off. Now.” You ordered, removing yourself from in front of him to quickly fill a dish of water and elixir at the sink, returning to your starting point. Azriel fought the urge to shriek at the movement of his arms. You exhaled, helping him to pull the fabric from his skin, revealing the mottling covering his chest and abdomen. 

“Some of these are older” the first time your voice had softened since your arrival, your fingers lightly brushing over the blotches of winter palette in front of you. His eyes traced the lines of your face as it dipped to inspect his dappling. 

“It’s been a tough time recently”

“Who’s fault is that?” You gave a breathy laugh, running some thick creams over the fresher bruises before dipping a cloth into the dish and running it down his face to remove the dried blood. 

“Mine” He gave the gentlest of smiles that you returned, meeting his eyes for the first time since you arrived. 

“Good answer” You found yourself grinning, the boiling rage seemingly sinking to a simmer as you stood to retrieve a fresh shirt for Azriel to shield himself in. 

“You’re going to have to start getting better at taking care of your wounds for when you leave Az” You gestured for him to lift his arms as you pulled the surprisingly soft cotton down around him again, the bruising having happily drank the serum you applied. 

“Not if I steal you away with me” he laughed as his head popped through the collar, his body jolting slightly with the movement. 

“Ah to be your nurse”

“To be my partner in crime as you always have been” His soft words ceased all heating of your rage as you found your familiar spot next to him on the couch, the snow now beating down on the windowpane. 

“I wish I could Az but as you know my only way out of here is in a bright white dress or a casket, some might say those are the same thing” Your hand found the side of his cheek before tangling slightly in his hair as he leaned into the touch he missed so much. 

“You know those aren’t your only choices, we’ll come back for you YNN” He fought the rising salty mixture threatening his eyes, your hand slipping from his face to find your lap. Azriel grimaced as he turned his body to face you, his hands held yours as you often held his, his thumbs tracing the backs of your hand.

“And am I to wait and hope you don’t find another female for your group”

“Mor is not gonna like that comment” You laughed, pushing him back gently, regretting it as he recoiled his tender muscles. 

“There is no other you YN but we understand if you can’t wait for us, your survival is more important than our pride” his soft smile met your hands with a gentle kiss, your wings dipping at the action. 

“So you’re telling me if I chose to accept to marry Cal you’d be happy with that”

“Yes” he gritted out.

“Liar” you laughed wholeheartedly.

“He is a suitable match” he managed, his hands fixating on your delicate palms against the stark contrast of his own blood betrayal.

“I think you're a suitable match for me” You finally admitted out loud, the words had never left your mind before but now they floated out there in front of you for him to hear. 

“I am not suitable for anyone” His hands slipped from yours, landing back in his lap, his hazel eyes fixated on them as the cracked knuckles attempted to fuse together again. 

“Azriel”

“It’s not your job to regulate my emotions YNN” You laughed lightly, pulling his hands back to yours.

“I’ll regulate the stupid ones and that my love is a stupid one” A soft shiver shot down through Azriel’s spine at the term of endearment. 

“YNN, I am going to climb every mountain they put in front of me until I am worthy of you”

“Az, you’re worthy now” You leaned across the space between you, the taste of slight metallic and iron meeting your lips as you met him. Warmth transversed the air around you, the action healing something cracked in your soul and something in Azriel’s he thought had long died. 

“Looks a lot like fluttering to me” Rhysand laughed from the doorway, separating the two of you quickly, Cassian limping to his side, snow-covered. 

“How come that wasn’t offered to us in our care plan?” 

“You called me a whore Cass, you’ll get nothing and like it” You laughed as they closed the door behind you, Azriel a little more than annoyed at the interruption. 

“He what?” Azriels stiff neck shot towards his friends, Cassian lifting his hands in a truce. 

“Easy Az, another stupid emotion is showing” You smiled.

“I have no regrets, I’m team Az” Cassian settled into the carpeted floor across from you both. 

“By the looks of it, so is YNN now” Rhysand called from the kitchen, searching for snacks. He returned with a dragon trove amount of snacks, happy to see his family healing together as one again. 

“Cassian and I are sorry for what we said YNN, jokes aside”

“Aw no not jokes aside” Rhysand clipped Cassian into the chest with an orange, the four of you laughing. Azriel’s hand folded neatly into yours, and as always your thumb traced soothing circles over his scars. 

“I’m going to speak with my father tomorrow, his lead healer, Madja, is looking for an apprentice and Devlon won’t be able to refuse his High L-” you leapt from Azriel’s side, practically crashing Rhysand into the plush fabric of a well-worn armchair. 

“Sorry sorry!” You quickly added as Rhysand groaned into the weight you were putting down on his still-healing body. 

“See, whoring around” Cassian quipped, one of Azriel’s shadows nipping him with more precision than an orange. 

“No white dress or casket required while we’re around YNN” Azriel beamed from behind you.

“You’re rescinding your marriage proposal from Summer” You fake offense, finding your spot next to him again. 

“Only if you don’t accept it” he laughed. 

“Ugh cauldron boil me, are we going to have to deal with this for our last few months” Cassian whined.

"I'm hoping the rest of our lives" Azriel received more groans from your two best friends. 

"I think I preferred when you were a raging asshole"

"Too bad Cass" you grinned, Cassian pressing his face into a pillow to shield his eyes as you Azriel pecked your cheek.

The remainder of the night was wrapped in overwhelming familial familiarity. The four of you catching up on the months of escapades you had missed from one another during your absence, Azriel’s head resting in your lap where you swirled your fingers in his hair, his hands resting on your legs, wishing the end of this moment would never come.

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[hotheadedhero]

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Rise Movie (2022)

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[moodyfoxes]

AFTG Fanfic Recs! # 9

August 2023

Our body Series by ConventionalExy [Ongoing]

Typically soulmates don't feel the other person's pain. They can tell they are in pain, yes, but if they're not in a war zone or getting constantly traumatized, the bond won't 'Level up'.

Trauma is the key, and some people are lucky enough to not have much of it. Andrew and Neil are not included in that category.

I just recently discovered that this had turned into a series (which is still ongoing! yay!) after rereading the first fic and you bet that I read through those so fast. Love this premise! It also goes very in-depth about the trauma behind the ‘soulmates feeling each others pain’ trope, especially relevant for our poor boyos.

fragile by likearecord [Completed]

A new guy starts working at the radio station.

He's fragile.

Better keep Andrew away from him.

Pretty fluffy if you ask me. A little on the shorter side but such a nice trope, for some reason radio show host fics always feel really comfy to me!

The problem with Soulmates. by pandaseek [Ongoing]

Every hair on his new body stood on end as he quickly patted himself down, finding a wallet in his back pocket but nothing else until his shoe caught on the strap of a duffle bag, half buried in the sand under his bench. He yanked the bag up beside him, giving it a quick shake to loosen the sand clinging to the canvas fabric, before turning his attention to stripping the wallet bare.

He decided quite quickly that his other half was an asshole.

There was plenty of loose cash in his wallet, but not a single personal item of any manner. No ID. No bank card. No pictures of girlfriends or family. Not even an old receipt stuffed in the bottom.

At the very least, life hadn’t disappointed him with how shitty things could get.

They switch bodies! They’re soulmates! It’s by pandaseek (who at this point probably gets a mention in these lists at least once every time)! I really enjoy the different flavours of soulmate fic in this fandom, our boys are just so versatile!

sing of the moon by mostly_maudlin [Completed]

Andrew first notices that he isn’t alone on a Tuesday night in July. He’s sitting cross-legged on the edge of the long dock stretching out into the small cove, looking down into the dark, churning water. Wind whips at his cheeks, and he has to keep a palm around his cigarette to keep it lit. The waves push at the wooden posts of the dock like a threat. All of this is fine. Andrew doesn’t come here for peace.

Merperson Neil Josten AU. This ones short and.....kind of sweet? Slight angst perhaps but nothing overly angsty!

White Hands by doodlingstuff [Completed]

Neil's life isn't exactly a life except for Stuart, trying to cheer him up, and his paintings, whenever he's inspired.

Andrew's life isn't exactly a life except for his family and his volunteering work, keeping him afloat as the time goes by.

When Andrew stumbles into Neil's life unwillingly, both will learn one day at a time that they still have reasons to fight and dreams to fulfill.

This one deals in angsty disabled Neil and I loved every second of it! Give my boy his bodily autonomy back!

All my recs can be found in my bookmarks on AO3

[himebushou]

I finished watching Shaman King 2021 yesterday! Some scattered thoughts on Episodes 38-52!

So much happened in this episode but absolutely everything has been wiped from my brain because WHAT is Marco's battle outfit —

Episode 38

Episode 39

I really need Team The Ren to win this fight!

Yoh finally gets to share his big news, lol

Man, the X-Laws' reveal was a big deal but again, it went at a 100 miles an hour so there wasn't much space/time to absorb everything... and I can't believe how huge that table has gotten, lol

Marco is. A dope.

Episode 40

For me, a Team Horohoro fan, this episode was... truly a lot. I want to know his full story (and despite what Yoh and Ren say, I know that they do, too). He was seriously amazing and guh, just such a fantastic character. I loves the kanji and etymology lesson from Hao, too.

I'm still kinda shocked that Yoh is back in the Shaman Fight as I thought that his being out of the game was a massive divergence that was going to set the series apart, but the way things have worked out is pretty cool!

And the Five Elemental warriors are gonna come from Gandhara, huh? Nice!

The new ending is GORGEOUS. Whoa whoa.

(Also, finally getting some closure for why Yoh has felt so off — poor chilled boy is so stressed.)

Episode 41

hjdjd THIS OST IS OUTSTANDING

I think Marco is dead dead (unless he'll be revived?) and phew, the stuff with the X-Laws' satellite was cool! ALTHOUGH. I'm wondering what the heck they saw that made Hao so damn angry.

Sati doesn't waste any time taking prisoners fjdk

YOH VS HIS ANCESTOR? NICE NICE NICE!

Honestly, some moments have been jawdropping fjhfh

And Oh!Oni was back! And beloved Matamune!

I love this Yoh and Amidamaru focus, eee

Episode 42

I am just becoming increasingly incoherent EVERYTHING IS SO EXCITING but phew, so many people kicked the bucket in this ep?

I am emo about Yohsen oh maaan

I CAN'T BELIEVE THERE HAS BEEN THIS BIG SECRET ALLIANCE BETWEEN GANDARA AND THE PARENTS AND MATAMUNE FHDJ YOWWW

Episode 43

And now one of Manta's relatives is getting in on the action and trying to nab the Great Spirit PHEWWW

Jun having trained with Sati? Whoa! And having the mana to resurrect THREE people? When Faust could only do one? I have some questions, but I'm happy my girl is involved!

But since Anna has also mastered the Ultra Senji Ryakketsu, surely she should also be able to resurrect people?

This is so wild but it's exciting so I'll roll with it!

Episode 44

ANNA VS HAO and there are still so many secrets there? THE TENSION.

And then the coffee!! I'm so glad that Yohsen is somehow still around fjfjf

Though damn, Hao, you cheapskate: pay your damn bill!

Tao Ran and Tao Yúan on screen together, yahoo! (Flipping heck, I loved those moments when Ren was so embarrassed about his family cheering him on, lolol)

BUT BLOODY HELL THIS BATTLE. TBH I really want Team The Ren to win because I do feel that they've got Yoh outclassed... the Ren/Horo lightning/ice combo is just too good. Though wow, Horohoro is MAD.

Episode 45

I'm so close to the end and I'm so sad!

Phew, so we find out which elements the boyos are going to have! I was fully expecting Yoh to have fire, so I was super surprised that it'll be Lyserg instead. Joco with the 'Wind of Change' makes sense, as does Ren with lightning (though I'm surprised that this was an element over metal, tbh, especially since Ren made some comments about Yoh's mastery of metal where Spirit of Sword was concerned) and Horohoro with water. Yoh as the sturdy earth guy is good.

(I'm slightly angsty for Ryu... there wasn't much of an explanation from Sati and Gandhara about precisely why the Elemental Warriors had to be kiddos, apart from the established conversation about adults knowing their ceilings. I assume that there's a bit more detail in the manga.)

This fight against the rest of the world, though? Huh, dramatic! I'm a bit sketchy about the whole laser thing becaaause I thought that was spiritual energy that was fired at the island, but it couldn't have been if the whole world is aware of it? So I have questions!

Everyone chillding in the hot spring is so cute, good gracious.

Episode 46

Wow, show's over. Hao is the Shaman King.

Episode 47

HOW is this going to wrap up in a satisfying way when we still have another 8 Patch Officiants to get through djdjd the Lyserg OST hits so haaaard...

Episode 48

Waaaa the adults are having a barbecue and the kids are fighting for their lives and we are losing healers left and right and Opacho can read minds and there are still SO MANY REVELATIONS crikeyyyy

Episode 49

The tone changes are so odd to keep up with; one second, Redseb and Seyrarm are dying and the next, Kalim is bringing everyone dinner and the guys are taking a break to recover mana when it's been explicitly stated they have 15 hours to save the world! This is so whack to me.

WAIT I nearly missed that there was a ton of stuff after the credits and djhff Horohoro doesn't like his full name?

TIME FOR MY BOY'S BACKSTORYYYY

Episode 50

Oh man, the way Tamiko died was actually harrowing and then she's revealed to be Kororo and Ren's just like. Horohoro is now in dope mode we must ignore him fhfjjlfj

Ren has been taking on most of these fights and his battle against Nichrom was swift, but cool; I loved Joco vs Thalim though — and Thalim himself was adorable!

Episode 51

ALL THE ELEMENTAL SPIRITS VS HAO!

I'm weeping Shaman King is so special the whole thing is just WE WILL DEFEAT THE BADDIE WITH THE POWER OF LOVE.

urgh urgh this OST!!

I'M NOT REAAADY DOR THIS TO END

Episode 52

I definitely cried during the last episode because parts of the ending were so beautiful; everyone coming together to show Hao that he could be saved — that salvation is in accepting your humanity and believing in the humanity of others. And I found Hao's mother's words so freaking soothing... I'm glad that Hao missing his mother was foreshadowed earlier, but we could have had more of that, I think.

And sure, they haven't fixed the world by 2007, but that is OKAY — most of them are around 22 and at that age, I was a wreck! So they have time and their lives to look forward to and... and I guess I disagree with the folks who say that the end of Shaman King is bad because they feel 'everything was pointless'; there's a lot to do and, even with guardian ghosts, shamans can't do everything alone.

I think this is an anime I could definitely rewatch, at some point. Wow. I love these characters and, as much as I griped about this, that and the other, I loved this story.

And I think it's so interesting that Yoh just. Didn't end up as the Shaman King djbdfh that;s definitely not what I was expecting!

[emmaelix]

MHA S/O Funeral Short Stories

I'm feeling angsty tonight. And productive, look at me go. Two fics in one night!

I DO NOT OWN MHA THE ANIME OR THE MANGA. NONE OF THESE CHARACTERS ARE MINE EXCEPT FOR Y/N.

Y/n: Your Name. Y/L/N: Your Last Name Y/H/C: Your Hair Color. Y/E/C: Your Eye Color. Y/S/C: Your Skin Color

Boyos: Shoto, Shiggy, Denki, Dabi, and Bakugo

TW: DEATH

Tea Kettle: AKA Shoto Todoroki

Shoto stood crying over your dead body as they lowered it into the ground, the mahogany casket his last view of you. He had managed to somewhat hold it together until they had begun singing.

Your mother and father approached Shoto with Fuyumi and Natsuo close behind. Endeavor had been barred from the funeral, and Rei decided not to come because of how you had died.

The headline of the news article said more than words could. "Missing Pro Hero's Charred Remains Found This Morning Behind Dumpster in Hosu."

Dust Master 3000: AKA Tomura Shigaraki

Tomura watched in silent agony as Dabi incinerated your ashes. He had killed you, there was no doubt about that. It had happened the day before when Tomura was particularly vicious towards his video games.

He had been angry and didn't realize he'd hugged you with five ungloved fingers until it was too late. Flashbacks from his sister, dog, grandparents, and mother all disintegrating before him became as close as his body, un-escapable.

He didn't want to cry. But as twelve different Twices all zipped around, looking for things to burn with what was left of you, he felt tears welling up.

It was his fault, all over again.

Glorified Phone Charger: AKA Denki Kaminari

Aizawa had told Denki the story of Shirikumo. He'd never thought, however, he'd be watching your funeral for the same reason.

It had started as the typical emergency call. Which had quickly turned deadly. Four casualties, including you. Denki had been on his knees, begging Aizawa to tell him one of the only people he truly loved wasn't actually dead.

"Please, Mr. Aizawa! Tell me Y/n's alright! They're sleeping, right? They can't be dead, I still need them! Please, I can't live without Y/n, they have to be alright."

At least Aizawa hadn't lied.

Burn, Baby, Burn: AKA Dabi AKA Touya Todoroki

No one in the league had dared smile, laugh, or even breathe in Dabi's presence. Not after what had happened earlier that day.

They were testing out Nomus when it happened. Endeavor had come rushing forward, yelling about might, power, and other goody-goody things.

He'd burned you. Badly. So badly, in fact, that had you survived you would've been worse off than Dabi himself. Dabi had most likely physically and mentally ruined his rat bastard of a father, but you had lied there too long, bleeding out.

Toga had taken the last of your blood so they could enact revenge on Endeavor when Dabi was ready.

But Dabi would never forget your last words.

"I love you, Touya."

Lord Explosion Murder Most Foul: AKA Katsuki Bakugo

Bakugo's kitchen was filled with food and his eyes with tears. You and he had had a fight. A big one, the kind that made you take off your ring and throw it at Bakugo, screaming as you left, "Keep it, Bakugo! I don't need it anymore!'

Well, that was true. In your haste to leave you hadn't noticed oncoming traffic. You'd been hit head-on by a semi, ending your life on the pavement. Bakugo had heard the commotion and ran outside, only to see you lifeless on the ground.

"All my fault," He kept muttering as he cradled you in his arms. He slipped your ring on one last time, and gingerly close your eyes.

Tell me in the comments if you want a part two.

[messenger-of-stupidity]

The most angsty part about amnesia trope is when they realize that the person doesn’t remember them so I’m just listening to Avior’s playlist again thinking about him realizing that starlight doesn’t remember him

Avior's playlist really does hit different the second time around. At first he's just a sarcastic ass (hehe same irl) but then knowing the truth of their relationship turns him into a soggy noodle boyo. (No i will not elaborate)

Like, seriously can you imagine? He didn't know for sure if Starlight would remember him. So when they wake up and he calls them Starlight, he's possibly expecting them to recognize the petname and hug him or whatever.

And then they have no idea who he is and he makes the split second decision to go along with it. (Still don't wholly understand his logic in making that decision but whatever.)

One of my favorite things about the amnesia trope is that conflict.

Because you could go the Avior route and just decide to let them build a new life with you (in a sense). Don't try to force them to realize you as their lover/family/friend.

Or you could just try to cope with the fact that you have all these memories of your time with them, meanwhile they share none of these. So you try to help them remember, hoping the memories aren't lost to whatever caused the amnesia.

It's so delicious.

[sanguinesinners]

|| Not me getting upset by my own headcanons for my muses 🥺😭 lmao! My boyos are so sad and angsty but I love them.

[onesourceofbadinformation]

dal r’el and uhhhh kendall roy. boyos

oh the fellas!

dal:

sexuality headcanon: idk hes like 14. he'll figure it out

otp: same answer as previous, hes like 14 he'll figure it out... though i wouldn't be mad about dal/gwyn, which i assume is the direction the show is going

brotp: dal and gwyn are so sweet together! you know how i feel about angsty characters who get redeemed by the narrative. although dal is such a good "captain" my brotp could be him with any of the main crew lol. him and jankom are funny; i love the episode when jankom keeps challenging him and being like "that's what a good first officer would do." dal and rok are like siblings to me. i love his mentor relationship with holojaneway

notp: idk i don't have strong feelings about this either

first headcanon that pops into my head: would try to "win" at dungeons and dragons—and, in the process, would learn a valuable lesson about friendship. hey prodigy writers btw i have an episode pitch,

favorite line from this character: oh god im pretty bad at remembering individual lines. can i choose the scene where hes playing that disc-in-cone game from tng. i'm just so glad that he's our first gamer captain. "gamer" is my favorite canonical dal character trait

one way in which I relate to this character: that episode where he gets really mad about not being able to beat the kobayashi maru. i really related to that. i, too, would abandon my crew in their time of need to try to Win an unwinnable scenario

thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: i cant think of anything off the top of my head!

cinnamon roll or problematic fave? hes a sweet guy. he has done nothing wrong. to me

kendall:

sexuality headcanon: bi? i think he views himself as straight but SOMETHING happened/is still going on with stewy

otp: i want him to be alone and miserable. i admire kenstewy truthers but it's not really my thing

brotp: him and his siblings particularly shiv and roman....augh they fascinate me....i like it when they are on the same team

notp: rava i guess? i'm not necessarily opposed to seeing them hatefuck in season 4. i don't think naomi was good for him

first headcanon that pops into my head: this is basically canon but he got megathump the rabbit as a way of connecting to his children who he is incredibly distant from. hes the kind of distant parent who tries to buy affection. renting out the theme park for sophie's birthday. buying iverson the most complicated lego sets. you know

favorite line from this character: i'll throw in a blowjob, i'll throw in a reach-around...hell, i'll even cup his balls. Dad

one way in which I relate to this character: self-destructive addictive tendencies prone to mood swings deeply cringe

thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: LITERALLY EVERYTHING. i want to say l to the og but the truth is that didn't give me second hand embarrassment because i was too busy laughing and grooving. the scene in prague when he's in the meeting with those women and he takes off the shoes is probably his worst scene for me. absolutely awful to get through. oh and "fuck the patriarchy", and "bad tweet"

cinnamon roll or problematic fave? well he's just the worst

[here2bbtstrash]

I HAVE BEEN WAITING ALL DAY FOR BRAINROT HOURS LETS GOOOOOOOOOO pls excuse my multiple asks, i'm very sorry in advance. Can we start with the fact that he is DEF having some feelings? I think at this point she's slightly less there, but boyo is def over there having a wholeass meltdown because he likes her and doesn't want to. I can go hunt for receipts if you want but #1 is that he actually did trust her to do his copywriting SO THERES TRUST and looks out for her in subtle ways (like the door)

JO !!!! you caught up just in time, truly 🥰

ohohoho you think yoongi has a heart after all huh???? verrrrry inch resting 🤔 i think i'm gonna need to see you cite your sources on this one 🧐 only because i'm curious to see which moments you'll pick out.... hehehe

🎉 LDOMLT brainrot hours !!! 🎉 drop your theories 👀, headcanons 💭, questions ❔, and fluffy or smutty (or angsty?!) thots 🥰 about look down on me like that!

[stcries]

[mitamicah]

Didn’t have the best of days so who’s in the mood for some Douxie angst :’D? 

[familiaanteomnia]

fair warning might be spoilerish for o.wl house, i tend to be pretty good to be vague but ya know just an heads up (main verse thoughts) -nathan has never really felt like he’s the best at magic, an natural affinity for seeing the future so if he’d gotten to actually pick likely have gone for it- instead fails to get into the e.mperors coven and ends up in potions as the “backup” -xav was generally just troublesome, few stints on the detention track and not outspoken but finds the system bogus/generally hates being told what to do outside of it studied a.bomination track though secretly messed with everything/anything ends up invited to the e.mperors coven after all he’s creative, useful keep your enemies closer though nobody considered it’d be perfect for him to rebel secretly with more freedom (acts pretty mellowed out and behaving though) -their mother is o.racle coven (though her mental health’s declined as they were growing up,etc so mostly just hangs around the house etc) -older sister went for the construction c.oven (or one of the unmentioned side ones), as a means to get as far away she could/bit disowned and spend her time away from home -given how the universe works nate casually gay is no biggie (sean still having an negative impact/pressure and abusive but regards to nate’s dating mostly geared towards date an asset, powerful witch mentality) so basically nathan ‘anyways i got an date with an guy from school’ sean ‘... whatever you could be studying but sure’ nathan ‘with my gifts to like tell the future and all- o.racle coven’ sean ‘no’ -twin magicial antics, especially as kiddos but even grown up (which also nate worrying over his younger brother cause sure he has issues but xav is the one clearly still troublesome,etc) like 100% xav will just send an abomination in the dead of the night with treats for his twin with an note like <3 sup Nerd i baked these over an fire i made in my room enjoy no magic was used -you have nate who rarely uses his social media and is more strict with it vs xav who will shitpost,etc just like ‘and this lil blob friend is named ted, ted will eat your shoes- possibly your feet their my child’ also xav frequently will no prompting be like ‘i keep the healing coven in business’ especially younger and even though he can do various magic as an member of the e.mperors coven -both in contrast to each other/the cast of the show is Dynamics babey for example even just the thought of hunter bumping into xav in like the library and the conflict but also ending up working together even if not officially or something (also the image of xav like providing hunter more stuffed animals,etc) big brained concept is hunter despite being scared of wild magic,etc is interested/even Suggested attempting another solution via it so- him being like ‘alright You help me try finding an cure solution out’ -xav is overall an fast learner, smart and all that but also he does really just like knives which in line with his being feral as much he is clever yes he has had an a,bomination throw knives at him on several occasions just for funsies (namely this happened once as a kid right as nate went to enter his room and his twin rightfully so freaked out)