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stormberry-12 · 6 months ago

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sunshine and sarcasm // P1: oh god, it talks? ~ lando norris x reader

pairing: lando norris x fem!introvert!piastri!reader

warnings: slight language, creepy guy.

notes: Let me know if I should make another part, wasn't really sure if I wanted it to end here. Also, ignore that the timeline doesn't line up... xxx

You walked through the bustling paddock in search of the bright orange garage-

Sorry, papaya.

Your older brother, Oscar, had his face and race number plastered above the overhead door. It was the Australian Grand Prix and your entire family had been invited to experience it in person. You actually didn't even live in Australia anymore. You had been working out of the country for many years, perfecting your craft and experiencing great opportunities outside your hometown. So this early pop-up to free practice was surely a surprise for Oscar.

"Y/n/n?"

"Osco!!" he crushed you in a hug.

"What are you doing here? I thought you had work, mum wasn't even sure you'd make it for the race Sunday-"

"I wanted to surprise you," you grinned back at him, "If I can only make it for one race a year I want to experience the whole shebang! Even the practice sessions,"

"Oh mate, I'm so excited!" Oscar exclaimed, with the most enthusiasm his personality offered. To some, his tone may have sounded sarcastic but you knew, by the glint in his eyes, that he was genuinely happy you were here. "Shit- I have media, but then I could totally show you around, the second round of free practice doesn't start for another few hours,"

"Sounds good!" you smiled, Oscar's gaze trailed over to his teammate standing on the other side of the garage. You knew who Lando Norris was, from interviews with Osc, but you had never actually met him.

"I can introduce you to Lando too, he's great,"

"I'm good," you mumbled and your brother chuckled. There were definitely similarities, personality-wise, between you and your brother. You didn't need to meet Lando and you didn't want to meet him. From certain clips online you were sure his loud persona would be way too much for you-

"OSCAH!" The Brit yelled making both of your heads turn back to him. Proving your previous thought. "GET OVAH HERE YOU'RE SLOW!"

"Oh god, it talks?" you hissed.

"He is a person, and yes he talks." Oscar scolded, "He's very nice, don't be rude."

He gently elbowed you in the side, before walking towards the other racing driver and a set of cameras. You went and sat upstairs at some tables, putting your headphones in and waiting for your brother.

Once you were out of earshot, Lando turned to his teammate, "Who's the lady?"

"Oh, my sister. Well one of them, I have three." Oscar replied.

"Huh..." Lando hummed, hesitating, "Think you could introduce me?"

"Mateee," Oscar grumbled, already knowing where this was going. It wasn't the first time he had to tell one of his friends that you weren't interested.

"Pleaseee Osc?" Lando pleaded, Oscar side-eyed him hard.

"You know, I offered to introduce her first and she said 'I'm good.'"

"Ouch,"

"I'm sure it's nothing personal, she's just a bit introverted and grumpy-"

"Runs in the family I see..."

"-and then you proceeded to yell very Britishly across the entire room," Oscar finished, ignoring his teammate's jab.

"What do you mean 'Britishly'?" Lando chuckled.

"What do you mean 'runs in the family'?"

"Touche,"

"Oh my god," a loud giggle interrupted your peace, you lifted your head to see the two Mclaren boys on the floor playing Twister. You hadn't meant to catch them in the filming process but you couldn't deny it was quite entertaining.

You removed an earbud to hear Lando mumble, "What a sight that is..."

You chuckled to yourself, Osc was squatted with his butt right in Lando's face, both giggling uncontrollably.

"I'm in... such a bad place right now." Oscar sighed.

"I'm like in the splits," they giggled once more.

"Left foot yellow," one of the Mclaren media team instructed, after spinning the wheel for them. You stood up and walked over to the crew, exchanging smiles and waves with some of them.

"Oscahhh,"

"We can't be on the same sticker can we?" Oscar shook with laughter.

They mumbled something incoherent, Lando's voice cracked slightly, "Ahhhh, my voice is gone. Oscah call it quits. YOUR LEFT FOOT IS NOT GOING BETWEEN MY LEGS!"

Everyone laughed, both drivers looked up noticing your presence.

"Y/n/n help me!" Oscar pleaded.

"Y/n/n tell your brother he's lost!" Lando countered, smirking over at his teammate. You houghed, wondering who this guy thought he was, using Oscar's nickname for you. To be fair though you hadn't properly introduced yourself.

"Sorry Osco," you smiled at him, "It's not looking too good for you..."

Oscar tried to maneuver his body once more, before standing up and accepting defeat, "That's it, I'm done-"

"Yeh, he's called it. I win!" Lando cheered.

They cut the cameras and you waved at your brother, "Alright, I'm going to find lunch Osc, I'll find you later,"

The bustling paddock was a lot to take in, you had asked around the garage to see if anyone knew of a nice outdoor spot to eat. But after noticing that the few picnic benches close by were all occupied, you sighed in defeat. Holding your food bag close to your chest, you retreated to the McLaren garage.

However, a hard hit to your back made you stumble and drop your food, content spilling all over the ground.

"Whoops, sorry gorgeous," A man snarled, chuckling. His eyes were narrowed at you as a sickly grin spread across his face. "Hey, what's a pretty lady like you doin' all alone around here,"

"Just getting lunch," you replied curtly, avoiding eye contact. "And I'm not alone-"

"Well, that hasn't gone too great so far has it," He put an arm around your shoulders and you froze. "My apologies, come with me let me buy you something to eat,"

"No. Thank you. I'm headed to—uhm—find my boyfriend anyway, " you lied, scrambling out of his grasp and towards the garage.

"Oh come on gorgeous," his large strides met yours as you walked away.

"Please leave me alone, I'm not interested."

He grabbed your wrist pulling you to face him, hot breath hitting your face. You shook slightly, preparing to kick him with all your might, and start screaming-

"Y/N/N!" a voice yelled.

British.

The accent gave away who it was, but honestly, at this moment you didn't care, as Lando Norris' arms wrapped firmly around you from behind. You pulled your arm out of the other man's grip and he took a step back.

"Do we got a problem here mate?" Lando spoke, his sharp tone catching you by surprise. You clung to the top of one of his arms that draped around your shoulders and the man eyed the both of you in annoyance.

"No. Just trying to help the lady out," he houghed, you felt Lando's chest heave against your back.

"Well, I believe as she probably told you before, she's quite all right on her own," Lando responded cooly. By this point crowds of people, which often formed when Lando Norris was around, watched and whispered at the scene unfolding in front of them.

"Okay-" The man turned to leave.

"Hey, asshole." Lando spoke again, the anger you felt radiating off his body now leaving his mouth. Wishing you could see his face at that moment, you squeezed his bicep in a silent plea to let it go. Not wanting to cause more of a scene than you already had. "Don't just walk away, apologise to her."

You hesitantly made eye contact with the man across from you. And after spoiling your lunch, pestering you, and invading your space he mumbled one simple half-hearted word.

"Sorry," and walked away.

Lando gently released you and you slowly angled your body to face him. Not making eye contact, you scanned the people around that had clearly watched but were now avoiding your gaze.

"Oh god, I've caused a scene," you whispered.

Lando chuckled, making your face heat, "You're so much like your brother," You met his blue gaze, "It's okay. Are you okay?"

"Oh um- yes thank you for..."

"No worries, that guy was pissing me off," he mumbled, something flashing in his eyes, suddenly shy he added, "Sorry if I uh- crossed the line there-"

"It's alright..." you said softly, "I should get going, thanks again-"

"Wait! Let me walk you?" he offered with a small smile, "We need to get you more lunch right?"

You nodded and started towards the McLaren garage for what felt like the hundredth time that day. Lando followed by your side in silence, glancing over at you multiple times, seeming to ponder a conversation starter.

Hating small talk you quickly offered something else, "Want to see some embarrassing photos of Oscar?"

His face split into a grin, shaking his head excitedly. You pulled out your phone and started scrolling through some of the most horrendous photos that you had taken of your brother over the years. Including baby photos of course, and 'Vines' that you had made in your teenage years that made Lando squeal with laughter.

Your chest fluttered slightly at his warm laugh, so engrossed in your memories that you hadn't even noticed how casually he held your elbow and pulled you to the side. Only a few steps away from the garage and not wanting to end the moment.

"Wait, go back!" he giggled. You had landed on a horribly angled photo of your brother at the ripe age of 13, glaring at you angrily through the camera.

"His hair is so bad!" You wheezed.

"Can I just-" he held out his hand and you offered your phone. He took it and quickly typed in a phone number to send himself quality Oscar photos. "Thank you so much. My life is complete," he joked, handing the phone back to you.

"No problem," you laughed, smiling up at him.

His cheeks turned pink, and he spoke softly, "So are you-"

"LANDO!" he was suddenly called by one of the McLaren mechanics.

"Oh shit," he cursed checking his watch, slowly stepping away from you, "Sorry, I gotta go- shit -um I'll see ya around okay?!"

He gave you a wave, turning before you could answer, and jogging over to his team. You waved back hesitantly, but just like that he was gone. You tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and began walking in the other direction, wondering if he had turned back over his shoulder.

Why did you want to look back?

You continued your adventures around the paddock, getting food and the tour that Oscar had promised. You had missed him truly, he was one of your best friends as a kid and still was. It still felt strange adjusting to your lives as adults.

Eventually, it was time for him to head back and get in the car for another practice session. A group of fans surrounded Oscar for autographs, and he shot you a sympathetic look which you waved off with a smile. Standing off to the side, you pulled out your phone in an attempt not to look awkward, surprised by the many texts you had missed.

Oscar looked over your shoulder, catching you by surprise, "Who are you texting?"

You jumped, "No one-"

He gave you a confused face and then smirked at your screen, "Heh, is mum mad?"

Your face snapped back down to your phone, one of the other people to text you was your mother. You noticed her last message was in all caps and quickly opened it, color draining from your face.

Turned out Lando didn't need to tattle on you anyway.

And good god indeed.

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singmyaubade · 7 months ago

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the greatest heist

james potter x female!reader

summary: when james's girlfriend decides to fuck with you, your only other choice is to fuck with her.

warnings: eventual smut! 18+ heavy angst, cursing, wearing, jealousy

a/n: my bad for taking so long.. enjoy & as always, i apologize if you hate this!

part 1 | part 2

SITTING in the Hospital Wing for the rest of your glamorous night was certainly not on your bucket list for the year.

You couldn't believe that while your friends were most likely on their next shot of Firewhiskey, there you were, sitting with an ice pack on your ankle and a yellow, now turning purple, bruise resting below it.

The scowl on your face couldn’t be more defined before a gentle squeeze on your forearm snapped you out of your angered thoughts.

A sweet, warm James sat beside you, his comforting smile as kind as ever. You gave him a shy smile in return, reluctant to admit that his presence made you feel just a little bit better.

"You know, you don’t have to stay here," You said, voice soft but sincere. "You don’t have to stay out of pity for me while the rest of our friends are probably on their fourth round of Truth or Dare." You snorted, trying to make light of it.

James lightly laughed, the sound warm and comforting. "I wanna be here," He replied sweetly, making your heart swell despite yourself. "I mean, I am partly to blame for your injury."

You snickered, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, your vicious twirling of me is definitely what did it."

He yawned dramatically. "Yeah, I’m so strong," He flexed one arm with exaggerated pride, earning a laugh from you as you playfully swatted at him.

"Well, dearie!" Madame Pomfrey exclaimed, appearing suddenly from the patient beside you. "It seems it’s just a deep bruise—nothing a bit of Bruisewart Balm won’t fix," She stated, handing you the small jar of balm. "I’d recommend taking it easy on your feet for a day or two, but nothing too strenuous."

"Thank you, Madame Pomfrey," You smiled as she nodded and moved on to her next patient.

"And to prevent more bruising," Pomfrey added with a sly smile, "I’d recommend staying away from Mr. Potter over here."

James frowned. "Oh Pops, how you wound me!" He said dramatically, making Pomfrey roll her eyes and walk away.

The tension in the room lifted, but as James turned back to you, the air between you two shifted. You met his gaze, and for the first time, you noticed the way his eyes seemed to sparkle, how the dim light of the Hospital Wing made them look even more intense. You felt your heart race in your chest as he cleared his throat.

"Well, it seems like you won’t need to stay overnight," James said, a little too casually, his voice softer than usual. "May I help you hop back to your dorm m'lady?" His hand extended out for you.

You blinked at him, a little surprised at his suggestion. "What a gentleman," You mocked, though your voice was lighthearted as he helped you carefully get to your feet, his hand steady at your waist and the small of your back.

You both started down the hallway, his support a comforting presence as you tried to regain your balance on your injured ankle.

"You know Emma’s going to kill me, right?" You said with a dry chuckle.

James huffed in response, his arm still around you. "She’s really not as deadly as you all make her out to be," he said lightly.

You scoffed, shaking your head. "I think there’s a reason all the girls in sixth year have stayed away from you, and it isn’t because of your looks or personality."

James laughed, but there was a tinge of embarrassment in his eyes. "Well, she’s just really protective, you know?" He helped you adjust your step as you hopped slightly, trying to stay balanced. "She cares about me."

You raised an eyebrow. 'Protective doesn’t mean bat-shit crazy,' You thought to yourself.

"But I am sorry for how she’s been treating you," James continued, his voice turning a little more serious. "We broke up over it, you know?"

You didn’t know how to respond. You’d heard they’d had a fight, but you hadn’t realized it had escalated to that point.

"Over me?" you asked, a little surprised.

"Yeah," He nodded, his voice almost sheepish. "I know we haven’t talked much in the last couple of years, but you’ve always meant a lot to me, you know? So, when she gave me that choice—you or her—I thought it was a load of bollocks, but in the end, I think it was what we both needed. To take a step back, I mean."

You felt your stomach twist at his words. You knew their relationship had always been complicated, but hearing it from him like this was not what you had expected.

"And how did she take that?" You asked, trying to keep your voice even.

James’s face softened, but there was a faint trace of sadness in his expression. "She yelled. Cursed me out for a bit, slammed the door, and I haven’t seen her since."

You nodded, processing his words. You hoped to feel happy and to be excited, but you only felt sadness for James. Despite your dislike for Emma, he had seemed to actually enjoy her presence.

And all you ever wanted for James was for him to be happy even if it meant the literal Anti-christ being his girlfriend.

"Well," You said quietly, "I'm sorry to hear that."

James looked over at you, his lips curling into a soft smile. "Thanks."

The silence stretched between you two as you hobbled along the corridor. You could feel the weight of his words hanging in the air, and something about it made your heart beat a little faster.

"Can I ask you something?" You ventured, glancing up at him.

"Anything," James replied, his voice sincere.

"Why didn’t you ever... you know, talk to me about this before? You’ve been kind of distant, and—" You cut yourself off, not wanting to sound too accusatory.

James gave a small, rueful chuckle. "Guess I was just stupid, huh?" He looked over at you, his expression thoughtful. "I always figured things would work themselves out, and we would get closer in the future. But maybe I was wrong or just scared of Emma." He lightly laughed.

You didn’t quite know how to respond to that, so you stayed quiet for a moment, your mind racing. The conversation felt like it was drifting toward a place you weren’t sure you were ready for, but at the same time, a part of you felt like you needed the conversation.

As you approached the Gryffindor Tower entrance, you could see the Fat Lady’s portrait in the distance, and the familiar weight of the evening was starting to settle back into place.

"This is me," You said, trying to keep your tone light as you stopped in front of the portrait.

"Yeah," James replied softly, a bit quieter now like he didn’t want the moment to end. "But, you know, if you ever need anything—"

"I know where to find you," You said, a teasing smile playing on your lips.

James looked at you for a long moment, and for just a beat, it felt like everything between you two shifted again. His eyes were intense, but there was something more in them now, something that made your heart flutter.

"Yeah," he said, voice barely above a whisper, "You do."

You turned toward the Fat Lady, trying to mask the sudden rush of emotions coursing through you. You gave her the password, and as the portrait swung open, you took a last glance at James.

"Night, James," You said, your voice soft.

"Goodnight," he replied, his gaze lingering on you as you stepped inside.

And for a brief moment, you couldn’t help but wonder, maybe there was more to your friendship than you’d ever realized.

"He said what?!" Dorcas yelled excitedly, her voice carrying across the otherwise quiet Great Hall. You quickly shushed her, eyes darting around the room to make sure no one was watching. It was way too early for this kind of drama.

You had both decided to wake up an hour earlier than all the other girls for two very important reasons: 1) You didn’t trust Emma, and 2) You really didn’t trust Emma.

A few third-years glanced up from their breakfast, clearly curious about the outburst. You snorted, trying to hide your smile as you took another bite of toast.

"And what did you say?" Dorcas asked, her eyes practically sparkling with curiosity.

"Nothing," You muttered, refusing to meet her gaze as you stared off into the distance.

"What do you mean you said nothing?!" She questioned loudly, banging her hand against the table with enough force to rattle your plate.

You grabbed her hands quickly, trying to calm her down. "Stop doing that!" You whispered, sending apologetic glances to the third-years who were now staring openly at you.

"I just mean you had a perfect opportunity to get back at Emma, get Potter on your side, and you said nothing?!" Dorcas exclaimed, her voice rising with the excitement of her accusation.

You sighed, guilt twisting in your stomach. "I can’t do that to him, Dorc," You said quietly.

She stared at you for a long moment, clearly processing your words. There was a flash of realization in her eyes before she grinned, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper. "You like him!"

You felt your face heat up as you rolled your eyes. "I do not."

"You do," She sang, drawing out the words like she was taunting a child.

"I do not," You said firmly, refusing to let her win.

"But you do—"

"I do not!" You interrupted, suddenly shouting, not even bothering to care about the third years who were now openly staring at you.

Dorcas smirked in victory. "Yeah, sure you don’t."

You groaned, dropping your head into your hands. "This can’t be happening to me. It’s been one day since the plan was made!" You whined, half-exasperated, half-amused.

Dorcas gently pried your hands away from your face, her fingers rubbing soothing circles into your knuckles. "You can’t just hold your feelings in. If you like Potter, then so what?" She said gently, trying to comfort you. "Better than that evil witch."

You snorted at that. "I can't, Dorcas. I refuse to like someone who has the craziest ex-girlfriend in all of girlfriend history."

She sighed dramatically, looking at you as if you were the most difficult person in the world. "So what’s your master plan now, huh? Avoid him forever?"

You put on a fake, thoughtful face. "Avoid him," You pondered with a smile. "It’s the only option. Great idea, Dorc!"

Dorcas huffed, shaking her head as she took her hands away from yours. "Yeah, maybe just avoid him," She muttered, clearly not sold on your brilliant plan.

You laughed and stabbed a fork into your eggs. "Exactly."

Before Dorcas could reply, a voice slid in beside her, smooth and familiar. "Isn’t it the prettiest ladies I’ve had the honor of seeing as I awake?" Sirius Black drawled, grinning widely. Dorcas immediately shot him a disgusted look, scooting a few inches away from him.

"What do you want, Black?" You asked, already annoyed before he could even open his mouth again.

"Why do you treat me so horribly when I just want your love?" Sirius exclaimed dramatically, clutching his chest as if you had wounded him deeply.

You couldn’t help but laugh lightly at his antics.

"Are all of the Marauders this dramatic?" Dorcas asked, still eyeing Sirius in distaste.

"Believe it or not, yes," You confirmed, just as someone slid into the seat beside you.

"Good morning," James Potter greeted, flashing you that same sweet smile you had trouble getting out of your head.

You immediately felt a flutter in your chest. Your throat seemed to dry up as you turned to look at him. He looked radiant this morning—like the sun itself had decided to take residence in his smile.

You gulped, your brain scrambling for words. You quickly glanced at Dorcas, who gave you a subtle shake of her head, silently telling you not to do anything rash.

"Morning!" you rushed out, way too eager. You quickly gathered your things, mentally panicking. "I actually have to go study in the library for a while, so I’m just gonna go ahead." You stood quickly, trying to make your escape.

James stood up with you, looking at you with those shining eyes. "I can come with," He offered cheerfully, clearly not reading the room at all.

You shook your head rapidly, desperate to escape the conversation. "No, no! I’ll be fine!" you said a little too quickly, almost tripping over your own feet as you backed away. "I’ll just see you later."

James and Sirius exchanged a curious glance as you rushed off. You breathed a sigh of relief the moment you stepped out of the Great Hall and into the corridor.

Finally, peace and quiet.

But then you heard footsteps behind you. You glanced over your shoulder and saw James Potter jogging to catch up.

"Hey!" He called out, clearly not bothered by your earlier panic. "I decided to come with you since I’ve got nothing to do. Figured we could walk to class together after studying." He said it so cheerfully as if you hadn’t just escaped from his company a few moments ago.

You blinked, speechless. You hadn’t expected him to follow you. You didn’t think it would be this hard to get James Potter off your back.

He matched your pace, the two of you walking side by side in the silence that felt anything but comfortable.

And you couldn’t help but wonder, just for a moment, if your life had just become infinitely more complicated than you had planned.

"So, what did you need to study?" James asked, his hands casually tucked into his pockets as he looked at you with that easygoing grin of his.

You quickly scrambled for an answer, the pressure of his gaze making your mind race. "Astronomy!" You replied a bit too quickly, the excitement in your voice betraying your nerves.

"But you've always been good at Astronomy," James raised an eyebrow, his gaze skeptical as he studied you closely.

You tried to shrug it off, but your voice betrayed you. "I'm afraid the subject's been slowly slipping from me," You said, forcing a smile.

His face softened, the skepticism fading into a more understanding look. "Yeah, Professor Sinistra does tend to move quickly," He said, nodding in agreement. "I even tried to cast a time-slowing spell on her once just to get down all my notes."

You laughed, the image of James trying (and likely failing) to slow down the Professor amusing. "And what did you get in return?" you asked, a teasing grin playing on your lips.

"Two weeks of detention," He said, smirking as if the whole thing was just a funny memory. "Totally worth it though."

You giggled, the sound feeling lighter in your chest. "Of course it was."

You both walked in silence next to each other, making your way towards the library. You were glad that the silence was comfortable but a part of you still thought avoiding James was the best plan.

You went to sit at a table before James rushed over to you, pulling your chair out for you as you rolled your eyes, "Do you just want me to keep calling you a gentleman?"

"A bit," He shrugged as he sat down across from you.

You opened your textbook for Astronomy, actually deciding to do work since you were there anyways.

You noticed James making paper planes and attempting to get them to fly over your head. By the fourth one, it hit you square in the forehead, and you let out a dramatic sigh.

"Do you need me to give you a task?" You asked, eyeing him with a look that could only be described as 'toddler supervision.'

James rested his head on his palm, his gaze staring off into space. "I just think there are more exciting things we could be doing right now," He replied with a bored sigh.

"Like what?" You asked, raising an eyebrow and offering him a light smile.

He thought for a moment, then his eyes lit up with mischief. "I could teach you how to play Quidditch!"

You almost felt sick just hearing the words. You shook your head furiously. "I don't know about that," You said, looking back down at your textbook as if you could will the conversation away.

James grabbed your hand in an exaggerated plea. "Come on, it'll be fun!" He cheered, his enthusiasm making you laugh, but before you could say anything else, the librarian shushed him with a fierce look.

You giggled quietly, "Sorry, James, no," You said firmly, scribbling some notes in your textbook.

James pouted dramatically, laying his head down on the desk in defeat. You studied him for a few moments as he huffed, like a child who hadn't gotten his way.

You rolled your eyes, unable to resist the pull of his antics. "I'm not falling for this."

He continued to pout, his face scrunched in exaggerated misery. He pretended to sniffle dramatically, looking up at you with his big hazel eyes.

"No, James, I mean it," You said, trying to keep your tone firm, but the warmth in your voice betrayed you.

And next thing you knew, you were on the Quidditch field.

You yelped loudly as you clung to James’s waist, the wind rushing in your face as he zoomed higher into the sky. "We haven't even made it into the air yet!" James laughed excitedly, clearly having the time of his life as you panicked.

"This is still really high!" You cried out, your grip tightening around him. You dared a glance down and saw the ground growing smaller and more distant by the second.

"Close your eyes, I’ve got you!" James shouted reassuringly, though it still sounded somehow delicate, soothing you.

With a deep breath, you squeezed your eyes shut and gripped him even tighter. The wind whipped around you, but James’s steady hold kept you grounded—physically, at least. When you opened your eyes, the sensation of rising fast into the air filled you with a mix of excitement and dread.

James cheered as you both soared, flipping through the air and spiraling in wide, dizzying motions. You screamed, the wind filling your lungs with cold, sharp air.

But then, as if sensing your panic, James calmed things down, steering the broom to glide slowly over the Black Lake.

You exhaled a long breath, your heart rate slowing as you took in the view. From this height, the lake looked more beautiful than you'd ever seen it before, its surface sparkling in the early morning light.

You rested your cheek against his back, staring down at the glistening water below. "This is really pretty," You murmured, surprised at how peaceful it felt up here.

James chuckled lightly. "It's one of my favorite things to look at when I ride." He smiled, but you could feel his warmth, even through the rush of wind. When you lifted your head to look at him, he glanced back with a grin that seemed to make your heart skip a beat.

"Is this where you disappear to during Quidditch games when you're supposed to be looking for the snitch?" You joked, a teasing lilt in your voice.

James's eyes widened dramatically. "You've figured me out!" he yelled, a laugh bursting from him before he abruptly swerved the broom again, causing you both to spiral upward with another whoosh of wind.

You screamed as you were whipped through the air, but James’s laughter was all you could hear. He cheered as the wind carried you higher, and you couldn’t help but laugh, even as you felt the thrill and panic collide inside you.

Seeing James so excited, gliding through the air, eased most of your fear. His laughter, the way he moved so effortlessly—it was impossible not to feel lighter in his presence.

You hadn’t realized until now how much you wanted to see someone smile like that, so carefree and alive. His joy was infectious, and it made you feel like maybe you were starting to enjoy this too.

James’s grin widened when he saw the way you were watching him. “See? Told you it’s fun up here,” he said, his voice full of that same infectious enthusiasm. He spun the broom gently, making you feel the rush of wind again, and for the first time, you didn’t mind it.

You met his gaze, a soft smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah, it’s amazing up here,” You admitted.

James’s smile softened as he gently lowered both of you to the ground. You carefully dismounted the broom, your legs still a little shaky from the ride.

As James went to put the broom back in its rightful place, you glanced at your watch—(yes, you had actually bought one)—and your heart dropped. "Shit! James, we’re going to be late!" You yelled, rushing toward him.

He immediately sprinted over as you tossed his bag at him with a hurried "Sorry!" You grabbed yours, slinging it over your shoulder before running up the stairs.

After what felt like an eternity of climbing, you stopped at the first landing to catch your breath.

James huffed, leaning on the railing. "Maybe we should just skip," He suggested, looking at you with a mischievous glint.

You shot him a death glare as the stairs shifted back into place, urging him to hurry. "Not an option, Potter!"

You both barely made it to class, arriving two minutes late. Professor Adair gave you both a disappointed look and gestured to the empty seats in the front. The entire class seemed to turn toward you, exchanging curious glances.

James leaned over and whispered, "Hey, you did great today."

You flushed, feeling a little flustered. "Thanks," You mumbled, half of you still recovering from the flying.

"Think I can have a spot on the team?" You asked, grinning at him.

James grinned back. "Oh, for sure. Your flying skills are impeccable," He said, his tone light and teasing.

"Be careful, Potter. I might take your spot as Seeker." You nudged him, half-joking, but his hand squeezed your thigh lightly in response.

You were about to respond when you saw your friends walking toward you, with Emma trailing behind them. The glare she shot you could've melted stone, and you couldn't help but feel a bit of unease.

"And why were you two late?" Lily asked, her voice mock-stern.

"Well, Mom, we were out flying," James said with a dramatic pout, making you laugh.

Lily looked at you, wide-eyed. "You went flying?"

"How did you make her do that?" Remus asked, half-sitting on his chair in front of you as Sirius snored, head resting on his shoulder.

"I don’t think I’ve ever even seen Y/N jump ," Marlene chimed in, snickering.

You shot her a look, but the corner of your lips twitched. "It was a one-time thing."

"Oh, yeah?" James smirked, nudging you with his shoulder. "I think there’s still more flying to do," He teased, and you giggled.

Your friends exchanged suspicious glances, but Emma’s sour expression cut through the moment. She stepped forward, eyes fixed on James, her voice syrupy sweet. "Well, we’re thinking about going to Hogsmeade tonight," she said, ignoring you completely.

"Sounds fun," You said casually, but Emma’s smile faltered slightly.

Sirius yawned, not looking up from where he was practically asleep on Remus’s shoulder. "So, are you two in?"

James looked at you with a grin. "If M’lady is."

"Sure, why not?" You responded lightly.

Emma looked like she was about to cast the Killing Curse right there, but she held it together, forcing a fake smile. "Great, it’s a date," She said, her eyes burning into you.

You had a feeling that tonight was going to be very interesting.

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steddie-island · 2 months ago

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Bed-hopping

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest May Mayhem Bingo prompt Too Many Beds and @steddiebingo round 1 free space Rating: G | WC: 1,409 | Tags: Too Many Beds, Jeff is a little shit, misunderstandings/ miscommunication, minor Jonathan/ Argyle and Robin/ Vickie

ao3 | Divider credit

The house was dark as Eddie crept inside. He could hear the TV playing in the living room. As he slipped past the open doorway the infomercial advertising the Shirley Temple box set was interrupted by the sound of a snore, followed by the thwap of a pillow connecting with someone's face. He bit down his laugh and crept deeper into the beach house. He could say hi to the rest of the house in the morning.

There was only one person he wanted to see tonight.

Upstairs Eddie found a short hallway with doors lining each side. He made his way to the door where Steve had said he would be sleeping and slipped inside quietly. He was surprised to find the lights off in here, too, had figured Steve would be up reading. Maybe not, since Steve had said they had a lot to do the next day.

In the dim light of the clock radio Eddie was able to find a chair to drop his bag into before he started stripping. He draped his jeans and his t-shirt over the arm and his leather jacket over his bag. In socked feet he crept towards the sleeping form tucked into bed.

"Stevie," he murmured as he slipped beneath the covers. He wrapped his arm around Steve's waist, went in to kiss his neck.

"What the fuck—"

An elbow connected with Eddie's stomach, knocking the air from his lungs as someone who was very decidedly not Steve sat up to turn the lamp on.

Gareth blinked down at him in sleepy confusion. "Eddie? What the fuck?"

Eddie sat up, his hand resting against his stomach. "Good to see you, too, man," he wheezed.

Gareth put down the pillow he'd picked up from the mattress. "What the fuck, man?" he asked for a third time. "I thought you couldn't get here until Friday."

"Change of plans." Eddie got up off of the bed again and made his way to his discarded clothes. "I thought Steve said this would be our room."

"Nah, man." Gareth pushed his hands through his hair and gestured to the door. "He's across the hall."

"Ah, shit. Sorry, man." Eddie picked his boots up off of the floor before shooting Gareth a grin. "Good thing you woke up when you did. You would've hated me in the morning." He dodged the pillow that was thrown at him with a bright laugh before grabbing his bag and hightailing it back out of the room.

There was no clock to help guide him in the dark this time. He was able to feel around for somewhere else to put his things before he made his second attempt at surprising his boyfriend.

"Are you awake, baby?" he murmured. One arm wrapped around a warm waist, the other coming up to stroke through Steve's hair.

"No, but keep that up and I will be."

Eddie found himself jerking out of bed for the second time in however many minutes. He knocked the lamp off of the table and only barely managed to catch it to turn it on. "Jeff?"

Jeff grinned up at him. "What, no pet names now?" he teased. Before Eddie could throttle him he gestured to the wall on the opposite side of the room. "Steve's in there, man. You overshot by one."

"By two." Eddie put the lamp back on the table. "You're positive he's over there? If I end up in bed with all three of you before I find Steve— shut up!"

Jeff was cracking up. "I thought I heard Gareth yelling at someone."

"You were awake? And you let me crawl into bed with you?" Eddie was really rethinking throttling him with the lamp.

"Well, yeah." Jeff lifted one shoulder in a shrug. "It was funny."

"You're an asshole." Eddie was grinning as he shot Jeff a middle finger and once more entered the hallway. Right next door, easy enough to find.

Only when Eddie opened the door it definitely wasn't Steve's voice he heard moaning Robin's name. He pulled the door closed as quietly as he could, made a note to actually lock the door when he did find their room. If he ever found it, that was.

The door across the hallway from Robin and Vickie's room led to a big bathroom, where yet another door closed the toilet off from the rest of the room. Eddie planted his suitcase in the corner so he didn't have to keep hauling it around with him.

There were three more doors for him to choose from. He let the bathroom light spill into the hallway, played a game of eenie meenie miney mo before making his next choice. His hand found the knob, turned, and—

Locked.

This was starting to get ridiculous. Eddie huffed out a laugh, pushed his hands through his hair, wondered if he'd fallen asleep and was still in the goddamn airport. He didn't even think as he made his way to the next door. Fuck surprising Steve, he wasn't just crawling into bed this time. It would still be a surprise if he tiptoed over, reached out and shook Steve's shoulder.

He didn't even get to touch whoever was in bed before they were screaming. Eddie couldn't help it, he started screaming, too, while someone else fumbled on the other side of the bed until the lamp there was turned on.

"What the fuck! Why did you scream like that?" Eddie asked once they'd both stopped screaming. He could hear feet on the stairs, the other doors opening up. So much for surprising Steve at this point.

"Oh thank god!" Argyle put a hand to his chest, his wide-eyes going from Eddie to Jonathan and back again. "I'm so glad it was you, dude. I thought my sleep paralysis demon was back!"

"What are you doing?" Jonathan asked.

"What was I doing?" Eddie asked. "I was looking for my boyfriend!"

"He's not in here, bro." Argyle threw the blanket back like Steve could've been hiding between the two of them in bed, showing off pajama pants that were decorated in what Eddie was pretty sure was various forms of pickles.

"I can see that, thanks!" Eddie practically screeched.

"Eddie?"

Eddie turned around and felt a wave of relief at Steve looking sleep rumpled. His hair was messy, there were pillow lines on his cheek, and— and he was wearing one of Eddie's holey old band shirts over his Hawkins High gym shorts. "Stevie. I've been looking for you."

"I've been right here." Steve gave him a sleepy smile and reached out for Eddie's hand.

"Sorry, guys." Eddie waved to Argyle and Jonathan as he followed Steve out of the room. His eyes found Jeff's in the hallway and he pointed an accusatory finger. "You told me he was in the wrong room, asshole."

Jeff just grinned. "I know."

Oh yeah, Eddie definitely should've kicked his ass.

"G'night, guys," Steve said before they could start fighting and keep everyone awake even longer. He tugged Eddie into their room before both closing and locking the door behind them.

"I thought you said you would be in the room at the end of the hall!" Eddie said, turning to face him.

"I was," Steve said. "But then Gareth wanted to swap with me, said that bed was better for his back."

"He told me you were across the hall!" Eddie said.

"Yeah, Jeff swapped with me, too," Steve said with a shrug. "He wanted the view."

"Those assholes. I ended up in bed with them!" Eddie was pouting and he knew it. He was tired, though, and had had more than enough fun for one day.

"Aww, poor baby." Steve's arms wrapped around his waist and he leaned in for a soft kiss. "Do you wanna tell me about it?"

Eddie tipped his head back as Steve's warm lips started trailing over his jaw and down towards his neck. "…Not really," he murmured. "I'm remembering what else I had in mind before those dickheads tried to ruin it."

"Oh, yeah?" Steve brushed his fingers over Eddie's sides while Eddie's hand found its way beneath the fabric of Steve's shirt to scratch through his happy trail. "You want to let me in on your plans, too?"

Eddie started backing them towards the bed as Steve's lips met his for another kiss.

Maybe he was up for a little more fun after all.

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queenofmorningstar · 8 days ago

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may I please request a human alastor x sweet chubby reader were the reader is self conscious about her body but alastor tells her how he really feels and how he secretly likes bigger women they soon get married and reunite in hell were everyone in the hotel finds out that alastor has a wife

Alastor x Chubby! Reader

Notes: Thank you for the ask! 💕✨

The warm glow of the radio studio bathed your face in amber as you stood in the corner, watching him again—Alastor, the radiant star of New Orleans. He always had an old-fashioned elegance to him: suspenders neat, smile charming, and eyes far too sharp for someone who claimed to be harmless.

You liked to help out behind the scenes, fetching coffee or scribbling script notes. But today, he noticed how you lingered by the wall.

“Ah, there you are, mon chéri,” Alastor chirped, striding over with a grin that crinkled his eyes. “Why so quiet today?”

You gave a small smile, wrapping your arms around yourself. ��Oh… nothing, I guess. Just tired.”

He tilted his head, catching the deflection instantly. “Hmm. Untruths don’t suit you.” His tone softened. “Tell me.”

You bit your lip, averting your gaze. “I just... don't understand how someone like you can stand being around someone like me.”

He blinked. “Someone like you?”

“I’m not... beautiful. Not like the girls always hanging around here. I'm too soft, too round, I—” You looked down, cheeks burning. “It’s silly. I’m sorry.”

A strange silence filled the room.

Then—

“May I speak freely, my dear?” His voice, for once, was gentle. “I've kept this under my hat for too long.”

You looked up, surprised. Alastor stepped closer, his gloved hands twitching nervously for the first time.

“I like soft,” he said honestly. “I like the way your arms feel when I hug you. I like the way your cheeks puff when you smile, and the way your hips sway when you walk. I like how you hold warmth like a hearth in winter. I've never understood why people treat softness as a flaw.”

You blinked fast. “You… really feel that way?”

“I don’t lie, sweetheart. It’s beneath me.”

You let out a teary laugh, and he smiled wide. “There it is. That smile. Makes me feel like I've won a prize.”

You married Alastor in a modest ceremony weeks later. His hands trembled as he slid the ring on your finger. “I’m not a good man,” he warned softly that night.

You smiled teasingly, tilting your head upwards. "You're not getting out of this either way."

You stayed by his side, even when strange absences and darker rumours started to whisper around town. You never asked where he went on long nights. He always came back—blood under his nails sometimes, but his smile saved for you.

You didn't manage to get any answers from him; he was too expert to diverting, and he was always so attentive when he returned home that you would let it go always.

And then, one day, he didn’t come back.

The reports were grim: Alastor, dead shot after being chased by police dogs. No leads. No goodbyes.

Hell was overwhelming—flames, noise, sin in the air like perfume.

You weren’t a violent soul, and couldn't find a possible explanation for your soul to be sent to hell. Sure, you weren't that religious, but does that damn you here?

You wandered for months. Until one day… you found it. The hotel. A strange place, promising redemption.

The moment you stepped inside, everything stopped. And then, across the grand lobby, you heard that laugh.

It couldn’t be.

You turned. He stood by the low light, suit immaculate, eyes glowing red and wide in disbelief. The Radio Demon himself… frozen.

“…Sweetheart?” He could recognize you anywhere, in any form.

You ran to him. He caught you in his arms. Gloved hands cupped your face, as if afraid you’d vanish. “You’re here,” he whispered.

“I’m here.”

He kissed you hard, breathless and real, as the others in the hotel gawked.

Charlie gasped. “Alastor has a wife?!”

Angel Dust practically fell off the couch. “THE Radio Demon is married?!”

Vaggie just stared. “He’s capable of love?!”

But Alastor paid them no mind. He spun you around in a dramatic waltz, laughing giddily.

“Its as if time had stopped, and now that you're here...I feel alive again, chérie.”

You smiled, holding his lapels. “So… you’re some sort of overlord now?”

“Oh, the usual murder, madness, and mayhem,” he said with a wink. “But I’ve missed my favourite pastime: being yours.”

Charlie was doing her best. Really. But nothing prepared her for the walking nightmare that was your husband, Alastor the Radio Demon, currently looming over a terrified, twitchy sinner near the front desk.

Charlie winced. “Alastor, could you please not traumatize the new guests? We’re trying to rehabilitate, not harass.”

Alastor’s only response was to flicker his radio dial and growl a string of garbled jazz static, his antlers crackling.

Charlie looked around, desperate. Her eyes found you, sitting comfortably on the lobby couch with a book in your lap and a slice of cake next to you.

She practically begged with her eyes: “Help me.”

You sighed with a fond smile and closed your book, not even raising your voice.

“Darling?” you called sweetly. “Could you come here a sec? I need something.”

Alastor froze mid-hover, ears perking sharply like a startled deer. His head whipped toward you with sudden attention.

“Yes, my love!” he chirped.

In the blink of an eye, the shadows dropped, the green glow vanished, and he was beside you, kneeling slightly with clasped hands. “What do you need, mon amour? Tea? Someone eliminated?”

Charlie stared. The feathered sinner stared.

You smiled as you handed him a spoon. “I just needed you to get me another bite of cake, handsome.”

Alastor’s eyes sparkled. “Ah, the most noble of quests! Your wish is my command!”

He practically skipped off to the kitchen like he hadn’t just been seconds away from breaking a sinner.

Charlie exhaled in disbelief. You leaned back on the couch, sipping your tea with a grin as you felt everyone's eyes on you.

Vaggie narrowed her eyes. “That was disturbing.”

“Disturbingly whipped,” Angel muttered under his breath.

When Alastor returned, balancing a fresh slice of cake on a tray with a flourish, he bowed before you like a waiter at a five-star restaurant. “For madame, only the finest baked delight Hell can offer!”

You gave him a peck on the cheek. “You’re the best.”

Meanwhile, the rest of the hotel staff exchanged stunned looks.

Charlie whispered, “Okay... she might be the only person who can actually control him.”

And from where he rested, eyes soft only for you, Alastor smirked. “Control me? Nonsense. I simply listen to the only voice that matters.”

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bewitched-hours · 1 month ago

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itz fjcmign Zanon gyyz

I dknt njow ehat we're doinh herr

Uhh, coulad yuo make a Elliot Forzaken yander>:4?

It's twu fucking amat the mkment help

-Zanon

Zanon... Please sleep, don't be awake at two AM and although I'll gladly do a oneshot for our boy, please don't push yourself- Also, excuse my horny mind, I'm trying to step out of my comfort zone a bit to see how well it does- (feel free to scold me /j)

Reader's pronouns are She/They this time around~

From the moment he laid his eyes on you, something snapped.

He tried to ignore it, telling himself this purgatory was just making him delusional.

Thoughts suggesting you were his and his alone. To not let anyone make you half as happy as he could.

He tried to suppress those thoughts, simply treating you with slight favouritism at first in a bad attempt to hide his feelings.

You weren't oblivious to it, just a bit shy about reciprocating because you couldn't exactly risk too much awkwardness in this hellish realm. It would affect rounds negatively.

But your little acts of reciprocation was what ultimately encouraged him to allow himself to get close. To protect you and make you his...

It started off small.

Praising your strategies and thanking you for protecting him when you did, helping you cook when you expressed the desire to learn a new recipe or even helping you with generators when you two happened to be near one.

But then it grew into more... Physical attention.

Dragging you away from killers during rounds and hiding with you, 'randomly' hugging you when you're talking with the others to get your attention or even just trying to find any excuse to be alone with you.

You may not be realizing it, but your mere presence made his obsession with you worse. He was ashamed at first, loosely comparing it to Two Time's obsession with the Spawn.

But he learned to accept it, not even fighting his urges anymore whenever he wanted you all to himself... Which was most of the time-

It didn't take a genius to catch on but if you were being honest? The behaviour wasn't all too unwelcome.

As long as he still treated the other survivors like normally, you didn't mind dedicating a little more time for Elliot.

But you made it clear that while you didn't mind your current dynamic, that he shouldn't start viewing the others as any less. And he respected that.

The others were honestly a little grateful that you had him somewhat under control. All it took was some basic boundary setting and reassurance and Elliot was right back to his usual self.

At least so it seemed when you two weren't alone.

In private, you kept him calm through cuddles and letting him leave little marks on your neck.

He didn't want to hurt you so it was just little hickeys peppered over your neck that were usually gone when a new round started.

"Ell-" Your quiet protests were being drowned out by his kisses. He wasn't really doing anything... Yet...

But he was feeling a little needy today and barely even waited for dinner to end before dragging you off to your cabin.

"I'm sorry, [Reader]..." He whispered softly, giving you those puppy eyes that he knew made you weak. And no matter how much you tried to look away, he just buried his face against your neck.

Not marking you, not talking, not even a kiss. He was waiting for consent.

With a sigh, you knew you couldn't escape it. You wanted it too, although you were still a little upset neither of you stayed to help clean up. You could probably just scold him for that later...

Hesitantly, you reached your hand up to comb through his hair. "L-let's just stay quiet this time..." You whispered meekly, a sharp gasp shortly coming to your lips as he began marking your neck and whispering sweet praises against your skin.

It didn't help that you were literally sat on his lap, barely any space being left between your chest and his as his praise left you with goosebumps.

He was making sure to handle you gently, like you were an artwork threatening to break if he went too fast. And you were hopelessly in love with it.

You were practically melting into it, relaxing as he held you close and occasionally stealing little passionate kisses from you to see you gradually slip into the comfort of his touch.

Slowly but surely, you were both stripping each other down until you were left in your underwear.

You had a feeling this would be a long night but at least he allowed you to have control over it...

I FEEL LIKE A NUN- /J

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

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springismss · 24 days ago

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hi! do you think i could get a reconciling story between afab reader and present mic meeting as adults. they dated briefly in ua but broke up on semi-bad terms (his grief after oboro’s death took a toll on their relationship) but they never really stopped loving each other even after they graduated and she moved away for uni (featuring post makeup sex lol)

ᱬ⛧ i miss you ~ present mic

pairing: present mic x afab ex! reader

content: 18+ mdni. drinking, club environment, not quite drunk yamada, cunnilingus, implied multiple orgasms, p in v, reader gets called princess/good girl/sweetheart, implied multiple rounds, general NSFW content.

word count: 1.8k

links: request materlist | bnha/mha masterlist | masterlist

a/n: thanks so much for the request anon! i'm not going to lie, i've never written for mic before, so i apologise in advance if this isn't as good as my other works (i'm not a mic girl 🫣). fingers crossed this is what you wanted, sorry it took a little longer than i'd like to get out but i hope you enjoy! as always likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated!

The heavy bass thumped through the room, bodies huddled together in a variety of different dance moves. Lights flickered and moved, adding to the atmosphere around.

Resting against the bar, you held a glass in your hand as you scanned the room, a contented smile tugging at your lips. It was another night since you finished your set, another night where you spent time watching the next DJ.

Shuffling could be heard beside you, something not out of the ordinary, so you paid no attention to it, figuring it to be one of the clubgoers. That was until you heard his voice as clear as day.

A voice you thought you had long forgotten about.

Casting your gaze to the side, your breath hitched as your grip tightened on the glass. "Hizashi?". The name slipped easily past your lips like it did a lifetime ago.

At the sound of their name, the person froze slightly, taking a moment before turning their head to face you. Those eyes you'd forced yourself to forget stared back at you. "Is that you, little note?". Humming out, you nodded your head and smiled, fighting back the hurt feeling you felt stirring deep in your gut.

Years prior, both of you had attended U.A. High, forming not only a close friendship but a loving relationship. You were practically inseparable at the best of times.

Whenever Aizawa or Oboro wanted to find him, they only needed to look for you. Wherever you were, there he was always glued to your side. A relationship that seemed to defy the odds.

Then came the death of Oboro. Of course, you took it hard; you had grown quite attached to the energetic boy. But no one took it as badly as Aizawa and Yamada. Their close friend was taken too early while out on his Hero Work-Studies.

The pair of you grew distant, not wanting to be around the other while you came to terms with what had happened. The strain beginning to show the cracks in your already doomed relationship.

Snappy words and harsh comments caused you both to call it an end, a sour taste left in your mouths. "How dare you say I haven't been there for you, Hazashi? I've tired my damn hardest and you keep pushing me away. I can't do this anymore!".

No sooner had the words left your mouth, he broke it off with you. He said he didn't want the constant nagging, and you were becoming overbearing. Yamada walked away that day as you screamed at him to come, to face you properly, hurt clear in your voice.

Once you had finally graduated from U.A, you made the choice to leave. Leave the city and move away to where no one knew you. Starting a fresh once you set foot through the doors of the university you'd been accepted into.

While you welcomed the change, a chance to finally be someone you always wanted to be, you couldn't deny the fact that you missed your old life. The people you grew up with and the memories you'd made.

Most of all, part of you still missed Yamada. Sure, you two may have ended things on bad terms, but he was still a part of your life. Part of you still craved him, to have him tell you everything was alright while you were cuddled up in his arms.

He made you feel safe. Like everything wrong with the world was suddenly alright.

Bringing the glass back up to your lips, you took a sip while blinking back the tears. The memories still painful at best. "So what brings you here then?". Letting the glass fall from your lips, you let the liquid run down your throat, trying to give yourself more time to calm yourself. "Me? Oh, I've just finished my set, wanted to stay and watch the others".

Casting your gaze to the side, you saw him nodding his head. An awkward silence fell between you both as neither of you dared talk. A silence that was soon broken when Yamada spoke. "Why don't we go and sit down? I've got a lot of apologising to do".

Slipping into the booth, you placed your glass on the table, foot tapping on the floor while you waited for what he had to say. "I'm sorry, little note. I was a fucking idiot and I shouldn't have taken it out on you".

Closing your eyes, you sucked in a breath, taking a moment to calm yourself. "Hizashi, you broke my heart. You neglected me and made me suffer. I get it, you lost your friend, but I was your girlfriend. I was hurting too, I needed you....".

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you steadied yourself, heart beating erratically in your chest. "...I fucking needed you. You weren't the only one who was torn apart by what happened to Oboro".

"I know, I was selfish. You took it just as hard as me and Shota. You were there for both of us while you were grieving yourself, and I couldn't even be there for you...". You heard him pause, calming himself as his voice cracked.

"...I called you overbearing and said you were nagging too much. I realised not long after that you weren't. You were trying to do what any amazing girlfriend would do, making sure her boyfriend had all the support he needed. And I fucked that up by letting you go, I'm sorry".

Sniffling, you blew out a breath, tears pricking at your eyes as you looked at him. All the heartbreak and pain you felt melted away when you caught his eyes, stray tears slipping down his cheeks as he looked at you.

He looked just as broken as he did that day, the day that made you hate being at U.A. Reaching your hand forward, you placed your fingers to his cheek and wiped away the droplets, a soft smile tugging at your lips. "Only took you this long to admit your were a fucking idiot, Hizashi".

From that point on, the conversation flowed as easily as it ever did. Heart to hearts finally out in the open, and a friendship reconciled.

Bodies soon shifted from the club, and the numbers dwindled until only a few remained. Letting out a small laugh, you stood up and grabbed hold of Yamada as you helped him stand. The male was a little too tipsy, even for your liking. "Come on, let's get you back to mine. You can stay the night and pull yourself together".

The sound of the door clicking shut sounded as you placed your keys to the side, peeling off your jacket and shoes with a sigh of relief. Turning around, you stepped forward towards the man you brought back, lips parted to speak.

Only the words never left your mouth. It all happened too fast, in a blur of colours, you found yourself pulled into a body, arms wrapping around you as lips crashed onto yours. Your breath caught in your lungs as you felt yourself slowly losing any restraint you had, tongues seemingly dancing together.

Breaking the kiss, you panted softly, cheeks flushed as you looked up. Gripping hold of Yamada's top, you tugged him with you as you stepped back. "Let's go somewhere more comfortable".

Clothes lay scattered across the floor as whimpers echoed around the room. Arching your back, you covered your mouth with your hand while the other was tangled in blonde hair. "Hah, Hiza, feels so good".

Letting out another whine, you moved your hand from your mouth, running it down your neck until you reached your chest. Closing your eyes, you placed your hand on your breast and began to roll the palm across your nipple. The feeling causing you to arch your back more. "So needy".

Open your eyes, you looked down and smiled before chewing on your bottom lip. You could feel yourself slowly losing it, nearly on the cusp of that beautiful euphoria that would zap through your body. "Please, please".

"All in good time, princess". The way his voice had dropped caused you to shiver, lips parting to speak again before you moaned out, the feeling of being stretched taking you by surprise. Slender fingers tapping against that spongy spot deep inside. "Come on, sweetheart, let go for me".

The bubbling feeling kept building in your gut until it overflowed. A strangled cry passed your lips as you felt your walls tighten around the fingers nestled deep inside. "Such a good girl, now, let's turn that volume up, shall we?".

Body pressed closer together, the feeling of the mushroom head of Yamada's cock pressing against your cunt, prodding slowly for a few seconds before he pushed his hips forward. The beautiful stretch of your pussy walls a welcoming feeling to you both. "Fuck, baby, you take my cock so well".

So began a dance to an invisible beat, fingers intertwined together as hips thrusted. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you pulled his body closer to yours. Normally, you would have taken your time, gone through the motions, but right now, you were more than happy to just have him buried deep inside.

Movements were sloppy, kisses were rushed, but you didn't care. Neither of you did as you found your body in a different position. Hands gripping your hips as you let your hands fall onto Yamada's chest, steadying yourself as you began to bounce. Moving in a steady rhythm that had that pleasure slowly build up deep in your gut.

"I know you're close, little note. Fall apart for me". The feeling of thrusts matching yours made your head fall back, moans of desperation passing your lips. The way the head of his cock was thumping against that spongy spot made your body heat up, teetering on the edge, ready to fall to your pleasure at any moment.

"Hah, Hiza, fuck, need all of you". Letting your head fall forward, you shifted your position and lay on top of his. The new angle cause his cock to slip deeper inside, stretching you a little more. "Need you to fill me so full".

Hands squeezed your hips slightly, helping you move faster. Lips crashing on yours once again in desperation. Tongues dancing once more, hungry for more as you felt that knot tighten. Tighten until it snapped, moans swallowed up by the kiss you both shared.

Kiss getting greedier with harsher snaps of Yamada's hips until he came to a stop, cock twitching as he flooded you with his cum. The heat causing you to shiver as you pulled apart, panting as you both basked in the afterglow.

Despite what you had both been through, neither of you forgot about the other. There was always a place in your hearts for the other. Mistakes were made, things were said, but right at this moment, all that mattered was being together again.

You didn't know where this would lead. What would happen when reality sets in, but right now, you were together as one. Reunited at last, fate bringing you both together once more.

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sonicfanthenightfury5099 · 1 year ago

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Slashers thoughts on Butt Stuff

Minors DNI 18+

Had this idea brewing in my head and wanted to write it down. Also, I have a feeling that RZ Michael is an Ass man

Slashers: Michael Myers (OG and RZ), Jason Voorhees, The Sinclair Twins, Thomas Hewitt, and Brahms Heelshire

CW: Anal sex, Watersport (from RZ Michael), and Near accidents

Michael Myers

You think about Spicing Up you and Michael's relationship

You and Him were on the couch watching a show re-run on TV when you had to ask him about your idea through his ear

WHAT?!!

WHAT THE FUCK?!!

Michael was in shock,"You want me to put my dick in there???" He asked with wide-eyes

He may need time before committing to the idea

Getting into bed, he started to eat you out, Savoring his tongue inside you. "You still want me to fuck your ass?" Michael asked in between eating you out, "What?" You asked as he put his finger in his mouth. "Give you Anal." He said as he sticks his finger into your bum, making you squirm as he fucks you with his hand.

"Oh God yes, please fuck my ass Michael." You said as you flip to your stomach and spread your cheeks as far as you can. Michael had to take it slow, starting to rim you, making you moan from the sensation. Spitting on the entrance to make it wet, easier to slip in. Sliding into your pussy he wanted to use your slick to make it feel good. Lining his tip up with your ass, he slowly pushed in.

You gasps from the stretching of Michael's cock, it was feeling so good. Michael groaned from how tight your ass was around him. It took him a bit before he started thrusting. You squealed from the new form of pleasure, Michael was going at you with his pace he loves to make you feel amazing when having sex.

"Oh God, Michael, I'm going to cum it feels so good." You said as he picked up the pace. "Fuck, I'm not too far either. God your making me cum so soon with ass play." Faster and Harder he wanted to each his climax from the tightening of your ass. You screamed in pleasure as your orgasm ripped through your body, and with Michael not far behind, he felt his legs shaking as cums into your ass.

Taking a breather from how interested both your orgasm were as he lays on top of you. "Holy Fuck, that was incredible." You said, "Fuck my legs are shaking from that intense orgasm. I think busted more than usual." Michael said. "Hun, do you want to quickly clean yourself? I'm so wet from the first round." You said with a smile. Michael nodded as he pulled out. A wet pop was made as his seed leaked out of your ass. "I'll be back." Michael said as he kissed your forehead before making his way to the bathroom.

Jason Voorhees

I'M SORRY WHAT??!

You want me to do that with you??

Are you sure I wouldn't tear your butt-hole? I mean, it's quite big, and you're who ha handles it really well

OK, maybe another day

Jason didn't know how to let you know he wants to do the thing you mentioned a few days ago. You were on top as you kissed his lips as he held your hips. He slipped your pj shorts to start to finger your pussy, you moaned as you felt his finger massaging your walls. He slipped his wet finger and placed it on your other hole before pushing it in.

You knew what he was implying. Your suggestion from a few days ago. "Do you wanna try it?" You asked him, and he nodded in reply.

Get into position on the bed he placed one hand on your hip as he placed his weeping tip above your ass, letting his pre-cum make your butt-hole wet enough. Slowly pushing himself into your hole, the stretch felt so good you couldn't help but shake in pleasure as Jason was completely inside

Being careful as he can, Jason thrusts into you hold as he felt how tight it was, even tighter than your pussy. You moaned in pleasure as Jason pushed in and out of Anal opening. He started to pick up the pace as the fiction was making him close to cumming.

You started to rub at your nub as you felt your orgasm near. Before you know it, you felt your Orgasm came as you squirt, Jason moaned as he released his semen into you. Having a breather from the round, Jason pulled out before something was lurking, not too far behind. "Oh God, Jason. You loosen me up." You said as you bolted to the bathroom holding it in.

Jason just stands in the bedroom, wided-eyed, realizing that you nearly had an accident on bed.

Michael Myers RZ

You want Michael to go all out with your "other hole" so you go on to tell him

What took you so long? "You know I always put my fingers in there to make you squirm on my Cock."

Michael wastes no time in taking you to the bedroom. Getting you naked and going to town on your ass, he stripped down and started rimming. You were already squirming before he's even in. Spitting on your hole, it doesn't take too long to put his finger in while putting is cock in your pussy. "Fuck, Michael." You said as he gives you an appetizer before the main course, "Give me a little sugar to lube me even more." He said as he pulled out.

A mix of drool and pre-cum fell on the sheets as you suck on him. He watched as you took him full without gagging, "Now, time for what you're waiting for." Michael said as he pulled out of your mouth before you got into position. Spreading your ass cheeks, he pushed his heavily lubed up Dick into your anus before pounding away.

You screamed in pleasure as his shaft moved back and forth, making you open up a bit more. Until he pulled out, thinking he was already cumming till you felt something warm landing on you. "MICHAEL WHAT THE FUCK??!!" You Blurted out at your tall man who stopped his waterworks. "Figured you wanted a small golden shower." Michael said with a smirk, "Not at this moment, go to the bathroom geez. And bring a towel before leaving." You said he made his way to the bathroom. This wasn't the first time he had done that nor his last.

"Now, where we." Michael said as he placed you on to his dick before fucking you standing up. "Fuck, I could cum twice in ypur tight ass." He remarked as he pounds away.

Becoming a babbling mess from pleasure, it didn't take too long before you had an Orgasm. Michael continued long till, once, twice, and until finally cumming. After a short period, he started up again, trusting with his semen acting as lube. He wasn't kidding about wanting to cum in your tight ass twice. "Oh fuuuuck, you're so tight. I could cum again any minute." He said as he held your legs.

Once, twice, another Orgasm ripped through your body, and his followed closed behind as he came once again. He fell back into the bed, exhausted and panting Michael, and yourself on the bed. Michael slowly pulled out as his cum leaked out. "Holy Fuck, I'm beat." You said in between breathing, Michael kissed your neck, "You want to have a break before going again?" He asked as he rubbed your tummy.

"Yes." You replied as you both readjust on the bed.

Bo Sinclair

Being with Bo for so long, you want to spice up your sex life

When you're both alone, you tell him your idea

Oh Kinky

You wanna do some Anal, eh?

"Didn't know you're where that experimental like that darlin." He said in remarked of your proposal. "Say, Why don't you make your way into the bedroom, and I'll meet'cha there?" Bo asked with a sneaky grin on his face as you started towards your shared room while Bo started to move off the couch to catch up to you.

After a little wetness was placed in the right spot, Bo slipped in with ease as you shaked as he stretched your anal opening.

Bo groaned as he thrusts, feeling the tight walls around his cock. He could cum any second from how tight you where. You moaned and gasped as he started to pick up the pace. "Fuck, Bo, Fuck me, Fuck my ass." You moaned, "God, your going to make me cum so soon darlin." He groaned.

Just as you're reaching your climax, Bo followed closed by as he released his load into you. You panted as your body fell on the bed when your arms gave out. Feeling his hand smacked your ass as he pulled after finishing. "Such a good girl you are." Bo said as he kissed your back.

Vincent Sinclair

You and Vincent have been together for nearly a year now

You want to make your sexy times a little more

When you both do some foreplay you tell Vincent your idea

Hold on what?

Vincent had to process the idea, Anal sex? You want to do that instead of the normal routine?

Vincent wasn't sure if he was going to like anal sex, but being a man who changes his mediums in his art, he may try it out of curiosity.

Using lube, you bought a few months ago to make it easy for him to slip in. He put a little more on his finger before slipping it in. Curling his fingers as he was fingering you before slipping in his other finger. Starting to fuck you with his fingers, "Oh Vince." You said as you held the pillow on his bed.

Slipping his fingers out before lining himself up, leaning down towards your ear, he said a hush tone, "Just breathe." Vincent slipped in your Anus

You moaned as Vincent started to slowly trust, being gentle as he does. A throaty groan as he kisses your shoulder. Vincent started to move a little faster, the sounds of skin smacking against skin is always intoxicating when you both have sex. Vincent felt how tight your ass is, feeling every inch going back and forth as he started to pick up the pace.

"Oh God, Vincent." You said as you held on tight to pillow as he held tight. He was getting closer and closer to orgasm. You pushed back into him to push his dick further in till your legs shake as you came. Vincent continued thrusting, back and forth, and paused as his orgasm came. Pulling out before he could finish, letting the rest of his semen land on your legs.

Kissing your cheek before he went to go grab a towel before continuing your night.

Thomas Hewitt

Him being a big guy he can get pussy drunk, he always keep the special time feel like the first time

When it's just you and him, you tell him about your idea for spicing up the bedroom

HUH??!

Tommy is so confused about it

You want to have sex in your butt??

"Come on, Tommy. Let's do something new while we're alone for a month." You said as you gently yanked on his tie. His cheeks got red from that comment. He knows that his mama, Charlie and Monty, are gone for a month to visit family in North Texas. Oh what the hell I guess we should experiment, he thought.

Leading upstairs to your share room to get down and dirty.

He definitely needs a good release. He had a hard on that hurt like crazy.

Stripped down to your bare skin, he decided to eat you out to have your wetness dripping to your other hole. He was a bit scared of hurting you, so he has to use as much slick as he can. Using one of his thick fingers to insert your anus to add more wetness. You got into place as he rubbed his cock before he started to insert himself into you.

Thomas, being a big guy he was staring to have trouble getting in. "Oh jeez." You said as you hear your husband trying and failing in trying to enter. A frustrated huff as he spits above your anus as he tried again. You decide to help by pushing him inside before you both know it. His tip finally slipped in.

You gasps as the fiery stretch continues as Thomas finally pushes all the way in. He had to pause from your whimpering. He felt how tight your ass was around his shaft, but he had to wait till you gotten used to his size. When you were ready, he started to thrust, slowly and carefully.

You felt his dick moving back and forth as you moaned and groaned from the new sensation. "Tommy." You said as he started to pick up the pace, he moaned in pleasure as he rubbed your sides. Leaning down, he kissed at the crook of your neck as being careful not to hurt or tear anything while experimenting.

An hour passed by the time you and Thomas finished having your new experience. His semen leaking out of your now expanded anus on to the sheets. Thomas rubbed your sore bum as your head on his chest.

"I think we should do this not too often, so I'm not sore afterwards." You said, Thomas grunt as in agreement with that.

I think you're going to need a pillow before sitting.

Brahms Heelshire

He's taken a back from what you asked him

"You want me to do what??"

It's it supposed to be where you know what comes out of??

People like doing that?? I didn't like it when you tried to stick your fingers up where the sun doesn't shine.. 😖

"I don't know if I'll like it compared to you." He said underneath his mask.

"Come on, Brahmsy. Don't you always get curious about how the other hole can bring pleasure?" You asked him as you lightly squish his jaw line with one hand. "What if it will hurt??" He asked. "Unless you lube it up really well." You replied.

Later

After a bit of trial and error, Brahms managed to get inside your anus as he thrusts in your large intestine so quickly from the new sensation.

"Bloody hell, feels really good." He said through shakey breaths. You moaned from his quick thrusts. At one point, he slipped out, but he quickly pushed himself back in before continuing thrusting

"Oh Hell, Y/N, Im going to cum." Brahms said as he picked up the pace under he pulled out and painted your back with his semen as your orgasm came to an end. "Oh Crap." You said as you quickly bolted to the bathroom. Confused, Brahms went to the door where you were in. "You alright love?" He asked.

"Yeah, you just loosen me up a bit." You replied

Brahms realized what you meant by that.

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Didn't know how to finish up with Brahms part, but I went quick cause my right hand has been hurting for a week now. Anyways

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reiderwriter · 2 years ago

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🍷 Alcohol Free 🍷

Week 1 of my Playlist series! Inspired by Alcohol Free by TWICE.

Summary: You're the designated driver for half of your friends, and Spencer is the designated driver for the other half, so why do you feel so buzzed when you're around him? OR; taking every opportunity when you finally meet Spencer Reid for the first time ♡

Warnings: fluff, mentions of alcohol consumption, but reader and Spencer are both sober. A/N: Welcome to week 1 of the Playlist! I think we started with an absolute banger, and for such a fun, upbeat song with this, I had to make this a fluff (sorry to all my smut and angst enjoyed, please be patient 🫡). I hope you enjoy it! Don't forget to send me more song recs, as I'll be writing one follower chosen song fic per month 🥳

Check out my masterlist here~

“How much have you had to drink exactly, Pen?” You laugh as you watch her wobble back and forth, at her table.

“We started with champagne and wine. And then there was the cocktail round, so, a few margaritas here and there. And a mojito. Maybe a mimosa. I think a guy bought me a pint colada at the bar earlier,” her words were so sharp you almost couldn't believe she'd drank anything at all, but the fact that she said all this while swaying gently from side to side had you giggling at her antics.

“Don't forget the tequila!” Penelope's friend Emily groaned from the other side of the table then were gathered at, face already flat on the surface as if her hangover had already hit.

You'd been friends with Penelope for over a year now, so you were acquainted with all of the girls there, and had agreed to come and meet them on one of their girls nights out. You were never a big drinker though, so you offered to be the designated driver for the half of the gang that were committed to Uber-ing home.

They'd been drinking since the mid afternoon, and by the time you'd gotten off work and cleaned up for the bar, it was obvious that they were going to be a handful.

“Y/N, YOU'RE REALLY PRETTY, YOU KNOW THAT RIGHT?” JJ shouted from her seat beside you.

“Thank you, JJ, you already said that three times tonight. Maybe we should get you some water?”

“And so kind too, my princess in shining armour,” Penelope giggled.

For most people, being the only sober person on a night out was hell, but you found yourself enjoying it more and more as the years went by. Drunk women were so much like kindergarteners when they reaches a certain blood alcohol level, and you loved seeing what your usually serious and cool girlfriends would come up with.

You also wanted to make sure they stayed safe, and with the impressive list of multiple alcohols they'd just ingested, you wondered if you should be carting them off to the emergency room then and there.

“I THINK YOU'D LIKE MY FRIEND SPENCER. HE'S NERDY. YOU'D MAKE CUTE BABIES.” JJ was still shouting all of her words, despite the bar being relatively quiet and you almost did a spit take with your water as she kept on.

“Stop trying to marry Spence off, Jennifer.” Penelope giggled, over pronouncing JJ's name as if it were her first time ever using the word.

You'd heard a lot about this Spencer Reid since you'd become close with the girls at the table, and honestly, you were happy that JJ deemed you good enough for their Spencer.

From the sounds of it, all three of them nagged at him like elder sisters who found him endearingly annoying, and were fiercely protective of him. It made you curious.

“Are you seeing anyone, Y/N?” Emily asked, finally lifting her head up slightly, but in a way that made it look like it weighed 500 lbs more than usual.

“I'm not.”

“Why? You're smoking. Half the men in here have been circling your like sharks for the hour you've been here.” You laughed at that and pushed a bottle of water in Emily's direction again, encouraging her to take small sips of water.

“I'm being serious! I may be drunk beyond belief but this is a sober thought.”

“Emily, I love you, but none of these men are interested in me. I'm practically a spinster. I'm 27, I have no money and no prospects, yada yada, already a burden to my parents.”

“That was something nerdy, I know that was something nerdy, my Spencie Senses are tingling,” she quipped.

And as if right on cue, a quiet voice popped up from behind you and all the hairs on your neck stood on edge as it happened.

“It's a quote from the 2005 Pride and Prejudice movie, so it's not really all that nerdy, Emily.” You turned, slightly startled in your seat as you finally met the elusive Doctor Spencer Reid.

“SPENCE!” JJ cheered, and the other girls similarly whooped at his entrance. They were overjoyed, but you were slightly overwhelmed, because not once in their descriptions of Spencer Reid had they ever told you that he was quite possibly one of the hottest men to ever grace this good Earth.

His hair was slightly curly, a mess of waves flopping into his eyes, but shorter on the sides, highlighting his sculpted jaw. He was tall, on the lean side and craning your neck to look up at him was a happy experience to say the least.

He greeted his friends and looked down to you, and you felt all the blood suddenly rush to your brain when your eyes locked. Dear God.

“Spencer, this is Y/N, my wonderful, gorgeous, single and attractive friend. Say hello, Spencer.”

“Hello,” he gladly followed the instructions Penelope gave him, and you practically giggled at the sound of his voice. Giggled.

“Hello. I'm the wonderful, gorgeous, attractive Y/N,” you waved at him slightly, but your brain wouldn't stop thumping around as you enjoyed the sight of the man.

“Penelope actually told me about you before. You're working at the indie bookstore near Café Density, right? Castle Books? I got a first edition of T.S. Eliot’s Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats there a few months ago.”

“You!” You gasped the word, as a garage of words fell from your mouth in a stream. “You bastard, I was saving for months to buy that thing, and three days before my paycheck I turn up and it was gone! Oh my god, how does it smell? Are the pages mustard yellow or still A little white? They never let me touch it because I almost burst into tears every time I got close.”

To your astonishment, he didn't recoil from your spitfire speech, but laughed happily.

“It's great, the illustrations are amazing. I didn't know someone else had their eye on it when I went in, I'm sorry.”

“Don't apologise for finding treasure. You'd be a horrible pirate if you did that.” You brain really wasn't connected with your mouth anymore and you resisted the urge to turn and bolt away from the discussion.

“Thank you? I'm not a pirate, but I think that was a compliment.”

“See, nerds made in heaven, JJ was right.” The panic built up again slightly and you were sure your brain was going to explode with all the heat that was flooding to your face.

“What's JJ right about?” Reid inquired, and you almost grasped your chest to stop your heart from beating out of it when he cocked his head to the side.

You hadn't had a lick of alcohol the entire night, and yet you're entire body was reacting like it was drunk on Spencer Reid.

“Oh just that you and Y/N here would make beautiful-”

“BEAUTIFUL CONVERSATIONS HAPPEN.” You quickly cut Penelope off, sending her a warning look that was less subtle than just straight up telling her to shut her mouth.

“Can we go now?” Emily dropped her head to the table again as she threw out the words, looking suddenly three shades greener than she was a moment before. “I think that last shot was the drink that broke the camel's liver, and I'm the camel.”

You passed her the water again and slowly started to help your friends gently gather their things, noticing that Spencer was doing the same.

No wonder these girls were so protective of him if this is how well he treats them. He was their coworker, but he would have absolutely been confused for a filial son for any of the three women as he helped them each.

“Where do you live, Y/N?” He asked casually as you both helped the women out of the bar and into the fresh air. “My car is a bit small, but we can throw these three in the back together and they'll mostly sleep until they get back to their homes.”

“Oh no, you don't have to do that, I can go by myself-”

“I can't let a drunk woman go home by herself, Penelope would give me hell in the morning.” This earned a few giggles from the women beside you. You thought you heard Emily mumbling “some profiler he is,” under her breath as well.

You hesitated. You should've been explaining that you hadn't had anything to drink yet, that you actually drove here yourself and that your car was likely parked right by his. You should've offered to take at least one woman off his hands for the night to share the burden of making sure your friends didn't die.

But it was true that each of the women was likely to completely pass out when they got into the car, like newborns being rocked to sleep by their mothers. And that left Spencer Reid free for conversation.

“Thank you, that would be really nice, actually,” you smiled and followed the man to his car, lugging your wonderfully buzzed friends behind you.

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jymwahuwu · 1 year ago

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Thoughts on Gym trainer Jing Yuan ◉o◉ Thinking like on the first day there's a lot of struggle on the equipment and basic stretching and Jing Yuan pops up to help, but they don't know that he's using this as an opportunity to grope and grind his cock on them as he stretches them that looks like a mating position from an outsider's view hehe

>_< I'm sorry that I updated after the promised time, and I couldn't help but sleep for two nights😹 But I really like the idea and thought about it a lot <3 Jing Yuan loves this fitness opportunity…

CW: yandere, non-consensual contact, inappropriate use of fitness equipment, mention of future non-con

Jing Yuan accidentally - okay, maybe intentionally - hacked your phone and discovered your gym membership credentials (the hacker followed his orders in Xianzhou). You book a day to experience fitness. That's your first day. first. The browser contains your search history for "fitness teaching". Jing Yuan is considerate and has not dug out your more private information. He knows everyone needs privacy! He really just wants to know where you will show up so he can go on a date with you…

That day, you arrived at the Universe Fitness Center belonging to Interastral Peace Corporation as scheduled. Some members are already working out, with an octopus-shaped customer running on a treadmill, while others are stretching. You looked around, biting your lip, starting to feel nervous. There is so much equipment here. How do you use these…? During your hesitation, you caught a glimpse of a familiar figure and your eyes widened. Why is General Jing Yuan here? He also noticed you and waved at you.

Jing Yuan explained that this is his hobby. He has purchased a 100-year membership. You stared at his broad and strong shoulders and swallowed. It turns out that he exercises outside of sleep time… The reputation of a general from a space civilization is well-deserved…

How about you? General asked with a smile.

You stutter and explain that this is your first time trying fitness, and you don't have a trainer. The reason may be that you have wanted to exercise for a long time, or maybe you won a free membership in a lottery… or a friend gave you a free fitness experience and enthusiastically helped you book it… The members here seem to be well-trained. You're afraid of making a fool of yourself. The considerate Jing Yuan of course offers to help you train and become familiar with the fitness equipment. You nodded gratefully.

Um, after warming up, the first step is to learn to use the leg press machine!! You can hear your breathing and heartbeat, slowly sit on the tilted cushioned seat, awkwardly stretch out your legs and step on the platform superior. A warm palm cupped your ass, and you almost screamed, but kept your voice low in panic.

"W-wait?! Jing Yuan, what are you doing?" "Oh? I'm helping you adjust your posture. Don't be nervous." He put on a perfect and polite smile, as if you were just making a fuss and it was normal . You tried to push his palm away from your ass. Jing Yuan still touched your butt before moving to your thighs, lifting your legs and moving you up. You tightened the muscles in your hips and stretched your legs unskillfully at his guidance.

Jing Yuan is standing in front of you, watching you nervously bend your knees and stretch your legs. Every time you get close, it's like you're under his body. His smile widened. Some fitness guests watching from the side felt that he was holding you down in a mating position...

How can you not learn to use hip abduction machine? He helped you sit on the mat. You kept your waist upright, panting from the first round of fitness exercises.

"H-how does this work?" Your eyes sparkled with trust and confusion. "This is - um, to train your butt muscles." Hearing these unabashed words, embarrassment washed over your face. You were about to suggest training with other equipment when you heard him say that you should try your best to open your legs and stretch your body.

You couldn't find a chance to refuse, so you could only grab the chair with both hands and struggle to stretch your legs out, your butt tightening in the process. Jing Yuan occasionally reaches out his hand and spreads your legs wider.

Oops, by the time the teaching process reaches the lying leg curl machine, you are already exhausted. In other words, you can be at the mercy of Jing Yuan. Jing Yuan tells you to lie face down on the machine. You groaned softly, your legs already trembling from lack of exercise. You grabbed the machine, bent your knees and raised your legs. There is a vague feeling that something hard is pressing against your buttocks… The hands are groping your buttocks, slapping and rubbing them. He told you it was for training…

Of course, no thrusting…yet.

Before leaving, you "promised" to Jing Yuan that you would attend "private fitness classes"…even though you said with tears in your eyes that you didn't want to exercise after that. The general has already planned for you to bring a small vibrator as part of your workout next time. He can’t wait for the day he penetrates you<3

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offtorivendell · 8 months ago

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Why is Azriel so "different"?On Dusk, Hel and the Valg...

This post was written for @azrielappreciationweek Days 1, 2 and 3: Cool Quiet, Scarred and Belonging

Disclaimer: the following is only a theory which, as usual, makes no claim of being canon. It's LONG, even though I've almost certainly forgotten to add some thoughts I've misplaced. I'm sorry, but by the time I realised how stupidly long it would be I cbf splitting it up into smaller posts, so... no offence taken if this gets chucked into the too-hard basket.

My thanks, as always, go out to the lovely @wingedblooms, @ladynightcourt3 (the queen of quotes), @silverlinedeyes, @psychologynerd, @elrieldreamer, @cassianfanclub @shitwillnotbegiven, and anyone else who has helped me process my thoughts along the way. 💜

Spoilers: the entire Maasverse is referenced, reader beware.

One theory that seems to be (mostly lol) accepted across the fandom is that Azriel, the shadowsinger of Prythian's Night Court, may be more than simply Illyrian. Back in 2021, before reading the Crescent City series, I had wondered whether he might be descended from the Dusk Court (here, here and here), but after HOSAB was published - and then HOFAS especially - I had other thoughts. This post is just incredibly fucking belated.

Firstly, what evidence do we have to suggest that Azriel is different?

Quite a bit, in my opinion. From the moment Feyre met Azriel back in ACOMAF, there have been hints that, even beyond his seven siphons, he is not your average Illyrian warrior. That he may, in fact, be significantly different even to Rhys and Cassian.

As we can see, Feyre felt his otherness right from the start.

But the second male, the more classically beautiful of the two … Even the light shied from the elegant planes of his face. With good reason. Beautiful, but near-unreadable. He’d be the one to look out for—the knife in the dark. Indeed, an obsidian-hilted hunting knife was sheathed at his thigh, its dark scabbard embossed with a line of silver runes I’d never seen before. Rhys said, “This is Azriel—my spymaster.” Not surprising. Some buried instinct had me checking that my mental shields were intact. Just in case. - ACOMAF, chapter 16

Now, there's a lot to unpack in that brief passage - and I aim to do so over the course of this post - but let's begin with Feyre's instinct to ward against Azriel; a reaction that was unique to him. This was followed by further suggestions that Azriel is not purely Illyrian throughout the rest of the series, some of which are quite blatant.

Cassian finished his laughing. “Illyrians are certainly not High Fae. And glad of it.” He hooked his black hair behind an ear—rounded; as mine had once been. “And we’re not lesser faeries, though some try to call us that. We’re just—Illyrians. Considered expendable aerial cavalry for the Night Court at the best of times, mindless soldier grunts at the worst.” “Which is most of the time,” Azriel clarified. I didn’t dare ask if those shadows were a part of being Illyrian, too. - ACOMAF, chapter 16

"You'll get used to it—the wording," he said. Clinging to him so tightly, I couldn't see his face. I watched the light shift inside the sapphire Siphon instead, as if it were the great eye of some half-slumbering beast from a frozen wasteland. "I don't really know where I fit in any- more," I admitted, perhaps only because the wind was screeching around us and Rhys had already winnowed ahead to where Cassian's dark form flew-beyond the wall. "I've been alive almost five and a half centuries, and I'm not sure of that, either," Azriel said. - ACOMAF, chapter 22

Azriel just shook his head. "I'll go. The Prison sentries know me—what I am." - ACOWAR, chapter 16

I was rasping for breath, sweat sliding down my spine, by the time he said, "Good." He cleared his throat. "I know you're not Illyrian, but amongst their kind, it is considered inappropriate to touch someone's wings without permission. Especially females." Their kind. Not his. - ACOWAR, chapter 19

One glance at Azriel’s unreadable face and I added, “Don’t bother to answer that.” A corner of Azriel’s mouth curled up, the shadows about him sliding over his neck like living tattoos, twins to the Illyrian ones marked beneath his leathers. Shadows different from anything my powers summoned, spoke to. Born in a lightless, airless prison meant to break him. Instead, he had learned its language. Though the cobalt Siphons were proof that his Illyrian heritage ran true, even the rich lore of that warrior-people, my warrior-people, did not have an explanation for where the shadowsinger gifts came from. They certainly weren’t connected to the Siphons, to the raw killing power most Illyrians possessed and channeled through the stones to keep from destroying everything in its path. The bearer included. - ACOFAS, chapter 7

"Azriel can winnow all the time, though." "Az is different. In a lot of ways." His tone didn't invite further questioning. - ACOSF, chapter 16

He left the rest unspoken. Because her mate was here, sleeping a level up. Because her mate had been in the family room and Azriel had needed to stay by the door the whole time because he couldn't stand the sight of it, the scent of their mating bond, and needed to have the option of leaving if it became too much. - ACOSF, Azriel's Bonus Chapter

There was even a hint or two about Azriel's possible Starborn heritage in HOFAS, thanks to Bryce.

“What have you done?” Azriel rasped, and Bryce twisted to find him on his feet, wings tucked in, Nesta leaning against him as if wounded, Ataraxia dangling from her grip. The male now held the Starsword at the ready, Truth-Teller gripped in his other hand. He must have had some sort of Starborn blood in him, then—a distant ancestor, maybe. Or maybe his possession of the knife somehow allowed him to also bear the Starsword. - HOFAS, chapter 24

Obviously Azriel is still Illyrian, I don't know anybody who disputes that in a non-crack theory manner, but it seems likely to me that he's also something more¹. All of the above hints about his shadowsinging powers, his own feelings of otherness to his people, and - potentially² - his ability to smell the Elucien bond as Lanthys did Nessian, the fact that we have yet to meet his mother? Is it simple coincidence, or intentional hints?

I could definitely be wrong, but I'm choosing the latter.

¹ "More" as in quantity, not quality. This is by no means a diss at Cassian or Rhys.

² To be fair, the true mate theory could also explain this; by the point in ACOSF that Nesta and Cassian met Lanthys they'd already been intimate, even if their bond was not yet "accepted."

The Dusk Court

As mentioned above - here, here, and here - I've been wondering for a long while if Azriel could be connected to the Dusk Court (or what remains of it). I think this could be both through his likely Starborn heritage as well as descending from the Hewn City specifically.

She found nothing but open curiosity on Nesta’s face. Nesta said, “The scar your light comes from … it’s shaped like an eight-pointed star. Why?” Bryce peered at where the light was muffled by her T-shirt. “It’s the symbol of the Starborn, I think.” “And the magic marked you in this way?” “Yes. When I … revealed who I was, what I am, to the world, I drew the star out of my chest. It left that scar in its wake.” She glanced to Azriel. “Like a burn.” - HOFAS, chapter 12

I'd even started a meta on it, one of many that I lost track of and then never got around to finishing because my magpie brain latched onto other shiny theories or books, but the gist of it was that Azriel's mother (or, more likely imo, a distant female relative, such as his grandmother) hailed from Dusk. Given I thought the Hewn City/Court of Nightmares was the Dusk Court acting as a sub court to the Night Court, I had written an entire spiel about how one of Lord Thanatos' troublesome daughters may have been this female ancestor who fell in love and had a child with an Illyrian warrior who died prematurely, leaving her with nothing (not even a family who would take her back, because Hewn City bullshit amiright? Especially if she was unable to have further children after birthing a winged child), and that we hadn't met Azriel's mother yet because she might have spoilery traits like small/different wings or her own shadows. I went a lot deeper - funnily enough, my thoughts actually mirrored a bit of Hunt's mother's relationship with the father he never met (HOFAS, chapter 61) - and even wondered if this was partly why the Darkbringers and Illyrian soldiers disliked each other in ACOWAR... but those are the basics.

HOSAB then gave a different sort of importance to Lord Thanatos, but I don't think it necessarily precludes my original theory being right somehow, especially as "daughter" might be used as loosely as "son" was by Apollion in HOFAS, to mean that some power was donated for their creation. Even now, I still suspect Azriel may have hidden - or even corrupted - Starborn powers, which should indicate some minimum level of Dusk-based heritage.

While we now know the Made blades can be wielded by the Starborn - descendants of the Dusk Court - in addition to Made faeries such as Elain Archeron, I always suspected that Truth-Teller was much more important than we knew from the start (and I know I'm not the only one intrigued by the blade). After reading Crescent City, the parallels between Azriel's and Ruhn's almost guardianship of their respective magical blades until a female character³ came along to activate their power seemed to be significant (though of course with Elain it's still hypothetical, as we haven't had her POV yet).

³ Bryce may have been Theia's magical heir (though I suspect it may be through Ember rather than Einar), but she lives on Midgard - an entirely different planet. While the Archeron sisters may (or may not) spring from more humble beginnings than Fae royalty, imo they do share some notable parallels with Bryce and Theia herself. I discussed those in this post after HOSAB came out; since reading HOFAS, I suspect the Archeron sisters will grow to, as a unit, replace the Starborn magic that Bryce took, leaving Prythian unguarded. The power of three will set the land free, so to speak.

But back to Azriel. We know that Ruhn Danaan - the shadowy male who claimed the Starsword/Gwydion until a female associated with light came along and was able to activate its magic... sounds familiar, huh - is a Starborn prince who can wield shadows, and has some powers that appear similar to Az (shadow walking and mind speaking), though imo it may have been suggested that his light - aka Pelias' light - might be considered corrupt by Rigelus (while posing as Aidas).

Is Azriel's light magic corrupted as well?

“You knew the last Starborn Queen?” Ruhn asked. Starlight glinted among Ruhn’s shadows, shimmering down the length of his sword. Aidas’s eyes now flared with a strange sort of rage as he looked upon the Fae Prince. “I did. And I knew the sniveling prince whose light you bear.” A ripple of stunned silence went through the room. [...] “Theia was dead by that point,” Aidas said flatly. “Pelias slew her.” He nodded to the Starsword in Ruhn’s hand. “And stole her blade when he’d finished.” He snarled. “That sword belongs to Theia’s female heir. Not the male offspring who corrupted her line.” - HOSAB, chapter 15

Morven’s shadows gathered at his fingers, his shoulders. Wild, angry shadows that Ruhn’s own balked to meet. They seemed corrupted somehow, like those Seamus and Duncan wielded mentally. “You are Starborn. You have an obligation to our people.” - HOFAS, chapter 51

Further, Cormac and Morven Donnall are both Starborn and Avallen faeries, with "wild" shadows that seem to more closely mirror Azriel's own.

“How the hell did you manage to survive this long without anyone killing you?” Cassian tipped back his head and laughed, a full, rich sound that bounced off the ruddy stones of the House. Azriel’s brows flicked up with approval as the shadows seemed to wrap tighter around him. As if he were the dark hive from which they flew and returned. - ACOMAF, chapter 16

Azriel nodded his agreement, his shadows twining around him. Most of the camp women had ducked into their homes when he’d appeared. - ACOWAR, chapter 18

She set down her teacup. “Is that a threat, Shadowsinger?” Cassian took a long drink from his own tea. Drained it to the dregs. Azriel said coolly, “I don’t need to resort to threats.” The shadows coiled around him, snakes ready to strike. - ACOSF, chapter 8

Azriel nodded his agreement, his shadows twining around him. Most of the camp women had ducked into their homes when he’d appeared. - ACOFAS, chapter 26

The thought was … not comforting. But neither were the shadows that curled like snakes around the king, wild and twining. A coiled crown of them sat atop Morven’s dark head, blacker than the Pit. - HOFAS, chapter 47

Without delving into the "why" of their wildness - was it the magical imbalance of the chained land that led to their wilder shadows, their prolonged proximity to an incredibly strong thin place (the obsidian or mists), was their line intentionally corrupted by a high power as Prythian's Cauldron was, or do they potentially have ties to demons, or the princes of Hel themselves? - it's not implausible to suggest that Azriel could also hail from the Starborn Fae of the Dusk Court, same as Rhys.

That being said, I think Hel will also play a part...

Prince of Hel

As I suggested in this reblog of @nikethestatue's post from way back when, I've been eyeing off one Lord Thanatos of the Hewn City (and his wayward, troublesome daughters) for a while. So when SJM dropped the bomb in HOSAB that the Prince of the Ravine, the soul eater, was called Thanatos, I was basically shaking my feet and screaming internally.

Because it had to be the same being, right? Right?!

I know I'm not the only one who noted the use of Thanatos' name, as others across the fandom have since suggested that Azriel may be related to the princes of Hel, or even be one himself... and as I've said before, I would not be surprised if this was the case (actually, at this point I would be shocked if Azriel wasn't related to the Hel Princes in some way, especially after what we learnt of Hunt's ancestry in HOFAS).

“Fine,” Hunt cut in. “Great, we’re protected.” He eyed the Prince of the Pit. His very bones shook, but he forced himself past his fear, his dread. “What the fuck did you mean by calling me son?” Thanatos scoffed. “You are no son of his.” He yanked off his war helmet, cradling it under an arm. “If anything, you are mine.” Hunt’s knees buckled. “What?” [...] “Because the Princes of Hel cannot be contained by the black crowns. The Asteri learned that—it was their downfall. As you were made by Hel’s princes, it should not be able to hold you.” Made by them? By these fuckers? - HOFAS, chapter 59

“Can we please rewind for a moment?” Bryce cut in. “You guys made the thunderbirds to complement my power—in case I never got the sword and knife, and if I ever needed a boost to open the Rift. But when they were hunted down, you … made Hunt, and then I was born …” “Athalar was already enslaved by then,” Aidas said, “but we kept a close watch.” Apollion nodded to Hunt. “Why do you think you’re so adept at hunting demons? It’s in your blood—part of me is in your blood.” Nausea clawed its way up Hunt’s throat. The thought of owing anything at all to the Prince of the Pit … “Just as he gave over some of his essence for the kristallos,” Thanatos said, “so he gave something to me for you. His Helfire.” “Helfire?” Bryce demanded. “The lightning,” Thanatos said, waving an irritated hand. “Capable of killing almost anything. Even an Asteri.” “That’s how you killed Sirius?” Bryce asked. “With your … Helfire?” “Yes,” Apollion said, then added to Hunt, “Your name was a nod to that, whispered in your mother’s ear as you were born. Orion … master of Sirius.” “Clever,” Hunt snapped, then demanded, “Wait—my lightning can kill the Asteri?” Hope bloomed, bright and beautiful in his chest. “No,” Apollion said. “It is … diluted from my own. It could harm them, but not kill them. I believe your mother’s angelic blood tempered my power.” - HOFAS, chapter 61

“Your father knew your mother briefly,” Aidas said. “And he knew having a partner would help lift her from her poverty. He had every intention of staying. Of leaving behind his life and raising you in secret.” Hunt could barely ask, “What happened?” “The mystics told Rigelus of your father’s connection to us. They didn’t discover everything—nothing about you or your mother. Only that he had been speaking to us. Rigelus had him brought in, tortured, and executed.” Hunt’s heart stalled. “He didn’t break,” Apollion said with something like kindness. “He never mentioned your mother, or her pregnancy. The Asteri never knew you were tied to him in any way.” - HOFAS, chapter 61

Bryce squeezed his knee, her hand so warm—or was he unnaturally cold? “Okay, so Hunt was made to be a backup battery for me—” “Can I do the same for Ruhn, then?” Hunt interrupted. “No,” Thanatos said. “The prince’s light, his affinity for these thin places, isn’t strong enough. Not like hers.” Hunt gripped Bryce’s hand atop his knee. “Is it in my DNA that Bryce and I are mates? Was that engineered, too?” “No,” Aidas said quickly, “that was never intended. I think that was left to higher powers. Whatever they may be.” Hunt turned to Bryce and found nothing but love in her eyes. He couldn’t stand it. Horror cracked through him, as chilled as hoarfrost. He’d been created by these males to give and to suffer, and where the fuck did that leave him? Who the fuck did that make him? “Okay,” Bryce said, “Helfire and starfire: a potent combination. But Helena left all this shit to help end this conflict. It sounds like you guys just want me to open a gods-damned door for you to come in and save the day instead.” - HOFAS, chapter 61

Thanatos used some of Apollion's helfire (lightning) to create Hunt as a weapon for Bryce, so it stands to reason that he may have done something similar in the Hewn City/Court of Nightmares that eventually resulted in Azriel, possibly with a different Prince of Hel - was it Koschei, or even himself - leaving "poisoned honey" on Prythian in case the Daglan/Asteri ever regained power? Feyre once referred to Azriel as a "dark hive," and we now know that he often helped Cassian to hunt down monstrous creatures like Blue Annis... could this be why? Does he have a natural talent for it, like Hunt? Was Az also created for a specific purpose?

I've been on the "Azriel and Elain are carranam" train from the time I joined the fandom, and since then I really do think that the three brothers and three sisters will act as paired conduits to save their world, as I mentioned in my third note above. In addition to the parallels I've noted between the Archeron sisters and Bryce (and Theia), Elain and Az shared a "charged" glance in ACOSF.

Nesta shook her head slowly, not understanding. Elain just linked her arm through Nesta’s and led her toward the family room, where Azriel stood in the doorway, monitoring them. As if he’d heard Elain’s sharp laugh and wondered what had caused it. “I was just checking on dessert,” Elain explained as they approached the doorway and Azriel. Nesta met the shadowsinger’s stare and he gave her a nod. Then his gaze shifted to Elain, and though it was utterly neutral, something charged went through it. Between them. Elain’s breath caught slightly, and she gave him a shallow nod of greeting before brushing past, leading Nesta into the room. - ACOSF, chapter 58

The very first book of the ACOTAR series confirmed that magic can appear as a charge in Prythian...

I opened my mouth to again ask him for his name, but a growl of annoyance rippled out of him. I didn’t have a chance to struggle, to fight back, when a charged, metallic tang stung my nose. Exhaustion slammed down upon me and blackness swallowed me whole. [...] I awoke with a jolt atop the horse, secured by invisible bonds. The sun was already high. Magic—that’s what the tang had been, what was keeping my limbs tucked in tight, preventing me from going for my knife. - ACOTAR, chapter 5

And then HOFAS gave us this - Azriel learning that he can charge up a Starborn Fae. A point that was so important to make that SJM ignored - or had reasons we are yet to learn - the fact that Azriel could have winnowed the three of them across the gap himself. Curious, given how she made doubly sure we knew how "different" Az was in ACOSF.

But Bryce frowned deeply at Azriel. “Do you ever use that power to, uh, charge people up?” “Charge?” “Fuel. Um. Give your power to someone else to help their power.” “Are you implying that I could do such a thing to you?” “I’m pretty sure the concept of a battery won’t have much meaning here, but yeah. My magic can be amplified by someone else’s power.” The other untranslatable word—battery—lay heavy on her tongue. But Nesta looked her over. “For what purpose?” “So I can teleport.” Another word that didn’t translate. “Winnow.” She pointed to the other side of the divide. “I could winnow us over there.” - HOFAS, chapter 16

Obviously there's always the possibility that SJM simply wrote that Azriel didn't winnow because A) he didn't want to expose any further facets of his magic unnecessarily to a Fae he had no reason to trust, or B) he wanted to see what Bryce could do, but what if it was C) that he lacked the strength to winnow at the time, as @ladynightcourt3 has so brilliantly thought? Because potentially, if light can blind an Oracle - one who may or may not use the murky realm of the Void to See - then there's a possibility that their growing proximity to the power chained deep in the land, or even Vesperus herself, may have made Azriel less able to see where he was going with his shadows to safely winnow them. Or was it that, similarly to whatever bond that exists between Elain and Lucien becoming too much for Azriel to bear, maybe the singing between Gwydion and Truth-Teller was distracting him?

As an aside, furthering the parallel between Hunt and Bryce that I noted earlier, I think the following passages support the idea that Azriel may be able to charge Elain, or that Elain can charge him as well, in addition to suggesting that he may be able to sense minds, or enter some that are more susceptible.

And what Hybern would do to Elain, might already be doing— From the shadows near the entrance to the tent, Azriel said, as if in answer to some unspoken debate, “I’m getting her back.” Nesta slid her gaze to the shadowsinger. Azriel’s hazel eyes glowed golden in the shadows. Nesta said, “Then you will die.” Azriel only repeated, rage glazing that stare, “I’m getting her back.” - ACOWAR, chapter 64

Azriel slid back the curtain— Elain was in her nightgown. Gagged, wrists wrapped in steel that glowed violet. Her eyes went wide as she saw us—Azriel and me— I shifted my face back into my own, raising a hand to my lips as Azriel knelt before her. I kept up my litany of praying, beseeching the Cauldron to make my womb fruitful, on and on— Azriel gently removed the gag from her mouth. “Are you hurt?” She shook her head, devouring the sight of him as if not quite believing it. “You came for me.” The shadowsinger only inclined his head. “Hurry,” I whispered, then resumed my prayer. We had until it ran out. - ACOWAR, chapter 65

Azriel’s power gave out on the outskirts of our camp. The girl, despite the burns and lashings on her moon-white skin, was able to walk. The gray light of morning had broken over the world, mist clinging to our ankles as we headed into that camp, Azriel still cradling Elain to his chest. He dripped blood behind him the entire time—a trickle compared to the torrent that should be leaking out. Contained only by the patches of power he’d slapped on it. Help—he needed a healer immediately. - ACOWAR, chapter 65

Azriel didn’t give Rhys a chance to reconsider. Didn’t say good-bye to any of us. He shot into the sky, those still-healing wings beating hard as they carried him toward the scrambling northern flank. - ACOWAR, chapter 71

Elain’s mouth twitched into a smile. "Nesta wouldn't appreciate the joke.” He offered her a smile back. "I wasn't sure if I should give you your present." He left the rest unspoken. Because her mate was here, sleeping a level up. Because her mate had been in the family room and Azriel had needed to stay by the door the whole time because he couldn't stand the sight of it, the scent of their mating bond, and needed to have the option of leaving if it became too much. Elain's large brown eyes flickered, well aware of all that. Just as he knew she was well aware of why Azriel so rarely came to family dinners these days. - ACOSF, Azriel's bonus chapter

We know that Elain likely shares that strong affinity for thin places, as may Az. Feyre mentioned the gray light of morning, mist around their ankles. Does this make them the ideal conduits for each other, as Hunt and Bryce were? As Feyre and Rhys - and, I suspect, Nesta and Cassian - are? Are they all meant to be "weapons" against a long, deeply sleeping foe?

Finally, let's revisit the first passage I mentioned at the top of this post, when Feyre first met Azriel:

Hunt stilled. There was only one being whose name was not uttered in Midgard. The Prince of the Pit. Apollion. His blood chilled. This was a fucked-up, weird-ass dream, no doubt caused by Quinlan literally blowing his mind into smithereens— “It is no dream.” The seventh and most lethal of the demon princes of Hel was in his mind— “I am not in your mind, though your thoughts ripple toward me like your world’s radio waves. You and I are in a place between our worlds. A pocket-realm, as it were.” “What do you want?” Hunt’s voice held steady, but—fuck. He needed to get out of here, to find some way back to Bryce. If the Prince of the Pit could get into Hunt’s mind, then— “If I went into her mind, my brother would be very angry with me. Again.” Hunt could have sworn he heard a smile in the prince’s voice. “You certainly worry a great deal about a female who is far safer than you at the moment.” - HOSAB, chapter 21

“During my time with Theia, Helena was a quiet girl, but she always listened.” “You spoke too much,” Thanatos snapped. Aidas ignored him. “Helena learned black salt would allow her to commune with us while protecting her mind and her soul.” - HOFAS, chapter 59

Given the princes of Hel were fathered by the Void - Apollion, the Prince of the Pit, said he resides in true darkness and has the ability to enter minds - and mothered by Chaos (who is possibly Wyrd?⁴), that they are attracted by obsidian (the material from which Truth-Teller's hilt is made), who may or may not use wyrdmarks that might match the runes on Truth-Teller's hilt (post on this to come), who appear to be able to use a black salt-induced dream state to communicate across worlds with their minds... it seems a little more than coincidental to me that Feyre would think to protect her mind from Azriel.

⁴ A personal crack theory that I'd love to be true - I think the eight pointed star may be Urd/Wyrd's or Chaos' symbol: a Chaos star. @wingedblooms has discussed Wyrd and Chaos here and here.

I once noted Azriel's similarities to Koschei, who can send his whispers on the wind, twisting distant minds to do his bidding. If Koschei is a prince of Hel - the sixth prince, of the Abyss? - could he have contributed towards Azriel's creation, either directly, or through the making of a female ancestor? Azriel has the ability to speak the language of shadow, wind and stone, which could plausibly tie in with Koschei as a hell prince: void, wind and obsidian. Or if it was Thanatos - the eater of souls - does this affect Azriel's ability to sense others around him, as Rhys once suggested? We know he's capable of using his shadows to read people. Was Azriel's existence, intentional or not, a secret like Hunt's?

Or to be completely cracked, is Azriel actually the heir to a currently empty throne in Hel?

Elide asked Lorcan, “Do you—do you feel any different?” The lack of the gods who’d watched over them. Lorcan peered up at the trees overhead, as if reading the answer in their entangled branches. As if searching for Hellas there. “No,” he admitted. “What does it mean,” Gavriel mused, the first rays of sun beginning to gild his golden hair, “for them to be gone? Is there a hell-realm whose throne now sits vacant?” “It’s too early for that sort of philosophical bullshit,” Fenrys said... - KOA, chapter 101

Whatever is going on here, please consider me still all aboard the Azriel is related to the Princes of Hel train until told otherwise by SJM. Choo Choo!

The Valg

Moving on from the princes of Hel, many of the fandom - myself included - are desperate to know exactly how Aidas and his brothers may be related to the Valg, a race of demons we met in SJM's 'Throne of Glass' series. Are they the same as, or simply related to each other? Did Hel's princes - or possibly Void and Chaos - create the Valg as well, or did the Valg just evolve naturally on the planet that is Hel, eventually turning it cold and barren? I know some in the fandom have drawn parallels between Rhys and Maeve, and theorised that he may be partly Valg, which would be such a twist if true! I'd love it.

But more than all of that, I want to know what Azriel may have to do with the Valg. Because in addition to my suspicions that the King of Hybern may have been infected by a Valg/Valg-type being (and that Elain assassinating him with a sunlight charged Truth-Teller was akin to Yrene healing Erawan out of existence), I have been wondering about Azriel and his shadows for years. I know I've suggested that Koschei could be a prince of Hel, but I also think there's a chance he could be Valg. I outlined in this post, where I wondered if Koschei was once known as Fionn - yes, I can see there's a pattern forming here, thanks 😂 - if he had once loaned magic to the King of Hybern, who had "hateful black eyes" and a "galaxy" in his palm, in order for Hybern to be powerful enough to orchestrate a scenario that Koschei was unable to himself, given he's trapped at his lake; considering this possibility in the context of the Valg existing in Prythian, and that Koschei may be one of them, it could mean that Koschei himself, or a loyal Valg prince, was possessing Hybern's king; a pawn until he was no longer required.

As I mentioned earlier, there are significant parallels between Azriel and Koschei that should not be ignored, especially if Koschei ends up being his magical ancestor in some way. In addition to this, Azriel's history and habits are intriguing when laid out next to what we know of the Valg as a species. Although, given the similarities between the Princes of Hel and the Valg, much of the following could indicate some sort of link to either species (that's assuming they're actually different, of course).

The Valg's true form involves a smokey, shadowy aura, while Azriel is a shadowsinger, described as a "dark hive" from where his shadows originated.

Cassian tipped back his head and laughed, a full, rich sound that bounced off the ruddy stones of the House. Azriel’s brows flicked up with approval as the shadows seemed to wrap tighter around him. As if he were the dark hive from which they flew and returned. I tried not to shudder and faced Rhys, hoping for an explanation about his spymaster’s dark gifts. Rhys’s face was blank, but his eyes were wary. Assessing. I almost demanded what the hell he was looking at, until Mor breezed onto the balcony with, “If Cassian’s howling, I hope it means Feyre told him to shut his fat mouth.” - ACOMAF, chapter 16

While a Valg's possession of someone's body is often confirmed through their unnaturally black eyes, it's interesting that Erilea's witches - who are half Valg and half fae - are increasingly prized the more golden their eyes are. Though Azriel's eyes are naturally hazel, a colour which often contains flecks of gold, they have notably glowed golden before. @psychologynerd and I have both discussed the possibility that Azriel could be a witch; this could be another indication of his hypothetical Valg ancestry. Edit: I just found this brilliant post, by @sak2605 which included a passage where Valg described Manon's gold eyes as the eyes of their masters!

“Hello, princeling,” she said, her voice bedroom-soft and full of glorious death. “Hello, witchling,” he said. And the words were his own. For a moment he was so stunned that he blinked. He blinked. The demon inside of him recoiled, clawing at the walls of his mind. Eyes of the Valg kings, eyes of our masters, it shrieked. Do not touch that one! - QOS, chapter 58

We know the Valg fear fire so much they attempted to wipe out Aelin's entire flame-wielding family.

Credit for the observation goes to @ladynightcourt3 but Azriel's brothers burnt his hands. Furthering the possibility we have discussed before, that his horrible half brothers were pouring oil onto some sort of Starborn flame that he may have unwittingly exhibited, could said Starborn magic have sparked in the first place because it was trying to purify itself from a dark, shadowy infestation taking root in the lightless dungeon? Imagine if the pain of the burns only fuelled the Valg attempting to hijack young Az! Bryce even looked at Azriel when discussing the scary her star left and, while Nesta thought Azriel was lying when he said his shadows don't like the flames so much because he's sat in front of the fireplace "plenty," we do know they tend to avoid the light of a different sort of flame: the sun.

I didn’t doubt his claim. And the other Illyrian … “Azriel—his hands. The scars, I mean,” I said. “Where did they come from?” Rhys was quiet a moment. Then he said too softly, “His father had two legitimate sons, both older than Azriel. Both cruel and spoiled. They learned it from their mother, the lord’s wife. For the eleven years that Azriel lived in his father’s keep, she saw to it he was kept in a cell with no window, no light. They let him out for an hour every day—let him see his mother for an hour once a week. He wasn’t permitted to train, or fly, or any of the things his Illyrian instincts roared at him to do. When he was eight, his brothers decided it’d be fun to see what happened when you mixed an Illyrian’s quick healing gifts with oil—and fire. The warriors heard Azriel’s screaming. But not quick enough to save his hands.” - ACOMAF, chapter 18

Azriel lingered near the door, quiet enough that when Feyre and Mor began talking about some of her paintings, Nesta went over to him. “Why don’t you sit?” She leaned against the doorway beside the shadowsinger. “My shadows don’t like the flames so much.” A pretty lie. She’d seen Azriel before the fire plenty. But she looked at who sat close to it and knew the answer. - ACOSF, chapter 58

The Valg use rings and necklaces of wyrdstone, an obsidian material, to infect a host, and in addition to Truth-Teller's hilt being made from obsidian - I've wondered before whether it could be a wyrdkey, or even possessed - Azriel was once described as not having shadows at his ear, or darkness ringing his fingers when around Elain. Does this mean that his shadows - which we now know are concentrated magic - could be infected by a Valg-type being such that they can influence his mind, and maybe even control his body? Could he become a "mindless" soldier grunt?

Cassian’s dark brows narrowed. I dragged a hand over my face before going to Elain and touching her too-bony shoulder. “Can I set you up in the garden? The herbs you planted are coming in nicely.” “I can help her,” said Azriel, stepping to the table as Elain silently rose. No shadows at his ear, no darkness ringing his fingers as he extended a hand. Nesta monitored him like a hawk, but kept silent as Elain took his hand, and out they went. - ACOWAR, chapter 30

The Valg princes can feed on pain and nightmares; in the ACOTAR, shadows are frequently associated with - and can even darken with - pain. Azriel was once described as having shadows and terrors over his shoulder, and there are many examples of his shadows gaining strength when he is uncomfortable or hurting, and lightening when he is happy or content. Is this because his nightmares/negative emotions are less potent and so stop fuelling the Valg he is - hypothetically - carrying around?

I saw the painting in my mind: the lovely fawn, blooming spring vibrant behind her. Standing before Death, shadows and terrors lurking over his shoulder. Light and dark, the space between their bodies a blend of the two. The only bridge of connection … that knife. - ACOWAR, chapter 69

“Can’t sleep?” Cassian took up a fighting stance. A shadow curled around Azriel’s neck, the only one brave enough to face the sunlight. “Something like that,” he said, and settled into his own stance across from Cassian. Cassian let it drop, knowing Az would have told him already if he’d wanted to share what had been hounding him enough to exercise at night, rather than in the morning with them. - ACOSF, chapter 23

Speaking of, what is going on with this newly brave shadow? If Azriel or his shadows are hosts in some way for Valg-type being/s, is something causing them to gain on him? Is it his notably intensified depression from ACOSF, or the fact that he was standing above the House of Wind, the heart of which might be connected in some way to Hel? Alternatively, is it a positively denoted response to his new proximity to the Archeron sisters and their (hypothetical) different forms of Starborn light?

Could Azriel's shadows/magic simply be possessed, or are they actually a swarm of Valg in their own right, either wholly or in part, and attempting to use Azriel and Truth-Teller as a thin place to cross into Prythian? This behaviour fits with what we know of them as a species, though of course we don't know if they have the ability to do this specifically. But if Azriel does harbour some sort of Valg infestation, it becomes very interesting that his shadows respond by brightening around Feyre, who is a powerful healer, Mor - whose power is Truth (Damaris, the sword of Truth, was used in Erawan's death), and Elain⁵ (of whom many have wondered if she contains pure life or rebirth from the Cauldron, which could potentially allow her to heal - especially given the frequent use of "dawn" to describe her, another parallel with Yrene, the Torre Cesme, and even the Dawn Court in Prythian).

⁵ I'm including this information in the discussion not because of any shipping preference, but due to its relevance if Azriel really is infected by a Valg-type being.

Could this phenomenon extend beyond the fact that they, like the rest of his found family, all make Azriel feel comfortable within himself, and mirror what we learnt about Yrene⁶ and her powers? Otherwise, it would be incredibly coincidental that Elain is the sister who loves to nurture the cycle of life by gardening, who is so often described with imagery pertaining to warmth and the sun (especially at dawn), who has wielded Truth-Teller in such a way that may indicate she activated its powers and weakened a possible Valg prince, who has been strongly linked to hope, who has a different sort of strength, who has even brought a king to his knees...

⁶ @wingedblooms has previously discussed Elain's parallels with Yrene here and here; as always I suggest reading her brilliant posts!

Erawan panted as he approached. “Healer,” he breathed, his unholy power emanating from him like a black aura. She backed away a step, closer to the balcony rail. The dark king followed her, a predator closing in on long-awaited prey. “Do you know how long I have looked for you?” The wind tossed his golden hair. “Do you even know what you can do?” She hesitated, slamming into the balcony rail behind her, the drop so hideously endless. “How do you think we took the keys in the first place?” A hateful, horrible smile. “In my world, your kind exists, too. Not healers to us, but executioners. Death-maidens. Capable of healing—but also unhealing. Unbinding the very fabric of life. Of worlds.” Erawan smirked. “So we took your kind. Used them to unbind the Wyrdgate. To rip the three pieces of it from its very essence. Maeve never learned it—and never shall.” His jagged breathing deepened as he savored each word, each step closer. “It took all of them to hew the keys from the gate—every one of the healers amongst my kind. But you, with your gifts—it would only take you to do it again. And with the keys now returned to the gate …” Another smile. “Maeve thinks I left to kill you, destroy you. Your little fire-queen thought so, too. She could not conceive that I wanted to find you. Before Maeve. Before any harm could come to you. And now that I have … What fun you and I shall have, Yrene Towers.” - KOA, chapter 113

Erawan’s power swelled, but Yrene was already glowing, bright as the far-off dawn. - KOA, chapter 113

Erawan didn’t seem to know where to look. Not as Dorian sent out a punch of his healing light that knocked him off balance. Not as Lysandra leaped upon the dark king, pinning him to the stones. Not as Elide, Damaris in her hands, plunged the blade deep through Erawan’s gut, and between the stones below. Erawan screamed. But the sound was nothing compared to what came out of him as Yrene reached him, hands like burning stars, and slammed them upon his chest. The world slowed and warped. Yet Yrene was not afraid. - KOA, chapter 113

He arched, shrieking, but Damaris held him down, that ancient blade unwavering. His dark power rose, a wave to devour the world. Yrene did not let it touch her. Touch any of them. Hope. It was hope that Chaol had said she carried with her. Hope that now grew in her womb. For a better future. For a free world. - KOA, chapter 113

The gods might have been gone, Silba with them, but Yrene could have sworn she felt those warm, gentle hands guiding her. Pushing upon Erawan’s chest as he thrashed, the force of a thousand dark suns trying to rip her apart. Her power tore through them all. Tore and shredded and ripped into him, into the writhing worm that lay inside. The parasite. The infection that fed on life, on strength, on joy. Distantly, far away, Yrene knew she was incandescent with light, brighter than a noontime sun. Knew that the dark king beneath her was nothing more than a writhing pit of snakes, biting at her, trying to poison her light. - KOA, chapter 113

A thought and Yrene’s power flared brighter. Erawan screamed. The power of creation and destruction. That’s what lay within her. Life-Giver. World-Maker. Bit by bit, she burned him up. Starting at his limbs, working inward. And when her magic began to slow, Yrene held out a hand. She didn’t feel the sting of her palm cutting open. Barely felt the pressure of the callused hand that linked with hers. But when Dorian Havilliard’s raw magic barreled into her, Yrene gasped. Gasped and turned into starlight, into warmth and strength and joy. - KOA, chapter 113

Yrene’s power was life itself. Pure, undiluted life. It nearly brought Dorian to his knees as it met with his own. As he handed over his power to her, willingly and gladly, Erawan prostrate before them. Impaled. The demon king screamed. - KOA, chapter 113

I could be wrong of course! But it just seems too coincidental to me that we have all of these parallels between one of the Archeron sisters⁷ and the unassuming healer who - together with her friends - executed a Valg king in Erilea when I have suspected for a while that Azriel's shadows had been hijacked or corrupted in some manner.

⁷ I once posted, ages ago, that Azriel's shadows do not recoil from Elain Archeron, and even though I just outlined why I think she might be able to heal/purify them (assuming they're corrupted, of course), I stand by the theory. It is the corruption that would be vanishing/weakening around her and not the concentrated magic itself. And it would be an interesting tie in to the "purity language" (not my term) that SJM has used between them. That's the only shippy note I'll make here, and only because it would otherwise appear like I was contradicting my earlier self.

Anyway! If you've read this far then well done you, I'm sorry I didn't break this up into more manageable sized posts. I hope it all made sense, I did leave a bit out to try to salvage some of its atrocious length, so if I realise I forgot to tie something back around I may come back and fix it. But to sum up once more, I do think - and others have also noted - that there are many parallels between Azriel and the Starborn/Dusk Court Fae, the princes of Hel and the Valg (though one could argue that the latter two parallels extend to any void-based or demonic beings in general - which tracks if I'm correct that Illyrians can trace at least some of their origins to Hel), all of which make me question Azriel's shadows/magic in general, and how they've been used throughout the Maasverse. Has Azriel's magic been corrupted - is this why he appears to have missed so much he should have caught - and does it need purification? I need answers!

Thank you for reading! 💜

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worldly-fluster · 4 months ago

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I'm... severely sorry I haven't updated anything or wrote anything for a while.

Life. You know? Lotta stuff happened and I'm still trying to come to terms and figure it out lol

But today I just can't get Selkie! Rafayel out of my head

Like, I'll be doing dishes at work and suddenly, I'm thinking about a seal going Bleb

I can't stop thinking about it.

Along with the thought about all the LADS Boys being Selkies...so, I'm gonna write a small head canon story thingy with Selkie!LADS and Reader. I also heard somewhere that Selkies are always larger than normal seals!

Thank you and enjoy 😀

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How I think they would look like as a Selkie- Rafayel is first in this because he is the reason for this idea lol

Rafayel: A large Harbor Seal

Sylus: A Large Sea Lion

Xavier: A Large Spotted Seal

Zayne: A Large Southern Fur Seal

Caleb: A Large Leopard Seal

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How you meet

Rafayel- 🦭🐠 🪸

It's been a long day...

A long week honestly. Work has been piling up and now your car has finally kicked the bucket.

Luckily you live only a few blocks from work and the view of the walk is amazing. Why didn't you start walking earlier?? The sea breeze, calming sounds of the waves hitting the rocks and sand, calls of seagulls and adorable Seals...reminding you why you chose to live here in the first place.

Your work ended earlier today because it's a holiday and with nothing to do, may as well visit your favorite spot by the beach.

When you got there, the view was the same as always but you could never get enough of it.

After sitting there for a bit, you noticed a seal had decided a nearby rock would be a nice place to sunbathe and nap. You stared at the cute seal until it lifted it's round head to look around. When your eyes locked with its squinted black eyes, it flinched, let out a 'Beh!' and widened it's eyes.

You both sat frozen, neither wanting to leave their comfy spots. After a few seconds of this, it was as if you both came to a sort of understanding.

You do you and I'll do me.

You both sat there, a good distance apart, watching the sun slowly go down in a peaceful silence.

After a while you figured out- out of curiosity- that the seal was a male, but you couldn't figure out what type of seal he was. He had the coat of a Harbor Seal but the size of a Sea Lion...

Before the sun could go down completely, you stood, getting the seals attention once more. You adjusted your clothes before nodding towards the seal in a goodbye.

He answered with 'Glemph'.

Sylus- 🦭🐦‍⬛ 🌹

You just moved to the sea side after wanting to for most, if not all, your life.

After a few weeks of getting settled in, you decided to go for a quick walk by the sea.

You walked through the shopping district area, following the wooden path all the way to the rocky area by the sea where you can see a few sea lions sun bathing. You look but otherwise leave them be, not really noticing one of the bigger ones glancing over before doing the same.

As you walked past the wooden path onto the beach, you didn't pay any mind to the people around you- there wasn't a lot of people to begin with so you didn't think it would matter.

You didn't notice the two men who seemed to be watching your every move.

After a while of walking the beach, you turn to head back home and you finally noticed the hard stares of the men. Getting a little nervous, you walk a bit faster- they walk a bit faster too.

You make it to the wooden path before you decide to book it and they give chase. You start panicking and in a last ditch effort to lose them, you take a sharp turn onto the rocks where you saw the sea lions.

Not your best move, but you were panicking.

The large sea lion from earlier saw all of this happen, watching you run from two men from the beach onto his rocks. He also noticed you weren't really paying attention and you were getting a little too close...

You were hoping that if you got a little farther onto the rocks, the men would lose interest and walk away and it seemed they did so you slowed down.

Breathing heavily, you kneeled down and breathed out a heavy sigh before looking to the side when you heard movement.

A large Sea Lion sat up almost 10 feet away from you, he stared you down a moment before looking towards the wooden walkway then back at you.

You immediately lifted your hands and took a step back, apologizing.

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to get this close, I... didn't have much of a choice."

The Sea Lion huffed, tapping a flipper.

You took another step back, "Sorry, I'll leave."

You slowly made your way back, wanting to make sure the men weren't there and not wanting to bother the sea lion anymore.

The Sea Lion watched you leave with a grumble, noticing the men walking back to the beach.

Xavier- 🦭⭐🌌

You just bought a boat.

Honestly your family thought you were crazy, I mean, who buys a boat when they don't live close to the water? They didn't expect you to completely leave everything behind to go live on the sea.

To be fair, you stayed mostly at the docks, but sometimes it feels better to take the boat out and anchor down a ways out. Far enough for none of the city nor dock noise can reach, the stars looking more beautiful than ever.

On one of these evenings, just as the sun was close to setting and right after you dropped anchor, you had the shock of your life.

There was a splash and the boat swayed a bit to the side. When you went to check what was happening, there was one of the largest spotted seal you've ever seen.

The seal was making small noises, 'geh, geh, geh' the most adorable thing. What else got your attention was the rather sharp looking dorsal fin poking out of the water behind it.

You let out a gasp, getting the seals attention. It made a 'krrrrah' noise as it looked from you to the fin now circling the boat, then back to you.

You held up your hands and moved to the side to peak over the railing, seeing a flash of black and white pass under.

You breathed out heavily before looking back to the seal who was breathing a bit heavily also while looking towards you then back at the water.

"Hey..." You spoke softly, getting it's attention, "it's okay. But I don't suggest getting back in the water...I think I saw more than just one Killer Whale down there."

The seal let out a gurgling noise as it bounced a little more away from the edge, as if it thought it could get snatched up by the multiple whales from here.

"You can stay here as long as you need," you smiled as it looked back over at you, "I know if I were in your situation, I would love a bit of help."

It stared deeply at you for a bit before letting out a small 'eh'.

"Welcome aboard then."

Zayne- 🦭❄️☃️

Caleb- 🦭🦾✈️

You just moved to a small sea side town, one that was known for its seal refuge where they cared for wild seals who just needed a little help.

Just a few weeks into moving into your small house, you ended up with a mild flu so you went to the doctors office down the road in order to get some medication.

When you got to the office the lady at the front told you that the Doctor is out at the moment but she can set up an appointment with him so that's what you did.

After that your mind seemed to fog up a bit from the flu so you thought, maybe some fresh sea air can help? It's nice and cool, probably good for your burning skin right?

You make it to the beach and sat down by the rocky end of it, leaning against one of the large rocks. You watched the ocean lap at the sand, the sound of seagulls and seals mixing with the sound of the sea.

You were so out of it you barely noticed one of the seals bouncing closer from the rocks nearby, tilting his head in curious worry, his little ears flopping with his movement.

When the seal was close enough, in your foggy sick state, you smiled a bit wobbly and raised your hand a little and mumbled, "Cute..." Before passing out.

The seal let out a startled Borf as it saw you fall to the side, luckily only landing in the soft-ish sand.

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**we'll just say-by Selkie magic- that when he's in seal form, he isn't missing his arm but he does have big scars running alongside the right of his body- kinda needs both fins to swim good lol**

You always love traveling and adventuring out into the unknown.

But you always had a soft spot for seals and the places they lived.

From the small cute Harbor seals- to the big elephant seals. You didn't care. Your favorite one though? Leopard Seals.

Something about them just drew you in, especially the one you've been trying to track since you've seen it's scarred side as you boated through the icy terrain. You wondered if it was okay?

As you traveled by boat over the icy water you noticed a bigger boat throwing out nets, trying to catch something. When you got closer you saw what they were trying to catch was that same scarred seal you were searching for. The people on the boat holding up their nets and harpoons told you what you didn't want to know and you quickly put your small motor to work as you sped towards them.

Their nets just barely caught the thrashing seal when you came speeding up with your sharp modified ice pick and sliced through the net, setting him free.

You cheered a moment as you watched him swim off before a harpoon barely missed you and hit your boat's engine. Looking up you watched as the people cussed you out in another language while some of them laughed at your shock.

The boat slowly moved out of sight as you tried to figure out how to get your motor running again, not noticing the large head of a leopard seal peaking around some floating ice.

***This is an introduction into Selkie! LADS lol, hopefully I'll get the motivation to continue my other stories I have yet to finish but yea. Here go***

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace sylus #love and deepspace imagine #zayne love and deepspace #xavier love and deepspace #rafayel love and deepspace #lads sylus #love and deepspace caleb #selkie

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cassafrasscr · 2 years ago

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I continue to have so many thoughts about Ashton.

I've seen a handful of posts accusing Ashton of being selfish and power-hungry, and I don't think that's completely inaccurate, per se. I don't think it's fair to frame it as Ashton just wanting power for it's own sake without considering the larger context of the threat they're facing.

Let's look back on the Hells' first battle with Otohan.

Ashton was almost completely useless in that fight. He got knocked out twice in the space of a few rounds. Which, no shade. With her Echoes in play, Otohan was almost able kill Keyleth (a level 20 Archdruid, plus her elemental Wildshape) in a single round.

Ashton's whole job is to tank hits and deal damage. With an enemy that can deal out enough damage in one round to put the tank out of commission, his ability to mitigate damage to the rest of the party is severely hampered (if not cancelled out completely).

The only reason Ashton didn't also die in that fight is that his friends healed them enough that they could get back up again, and they were able to make a run for it before Otohan started going back to kill the PCs she had already knocked out.

And that was just Otohan. One of Ludinus' right hand generals, sure, but still nowhere near as strong as Ludinus himself (or even Predathos, if it gets released). Even once they defeat Otohan, the fight that's still in store for Bell's Hells is near insurmountable.

Taliesin has said in a previous 4SD (don't remember which one, sorry) that this fight was the moment that Ashton realized just how invested with this new group they had become. The moment he couldn't protect his friends was the moment he realized that he finally had the family he'd been missing... and by then three of them (Orym, Laudna, and Fearne - probably the PCs Ash was closest to at the time) were dead.

Not only could Ashton not protect his friends, he also ran. He left his friends behind and half of them ended up getting killed. I think Ashton may feel they left their friends for dead in that moment, the same way the Nobodies left him for dead after the Hexum Heist.

Now, I'm not sure I would necessarily equivocate these two situations - this is just where I think Ashton's head might be given recent events. I don't think he would see any significant difference between the Nobodies leaving him after his fall, and him running for his life during the Otohan fight. If I'm remembering correctly, this is also around the time that Ashton really started to double down on their "Nobody gets left behind" rule.

Now that Ash is aware of how much he cares about the other Hells, he will do absolutely anything to keep them. Bell's Hells is too invested in the fight against Ludinus to turn back, and Ashton is never going to leave them again. So if the Hells won't abandon the fight, and Ash won't abandon the Hells, their only option is to get strong enough to keep their friends safe.

So of course Ashton took the Shard of Rau'shan when Fearne didn't want it. No one else seemed able or willing to take it, so Ashton charged ahead with his decision the way he tends to do.

Was it arrogant and hubristic? YES. Was it a power-hungry thing to do? YES. Was it wrong to keep it secret from the rest of the group? YES. But there's not a single force in Exandria that will make Ashton regret taking that shard if it helps him protect his friends even a little bit.

It also feels fitting to me that one of the few things Ashton can't protect them from is his own poor decision making.

#also i think ashton wildly overestimated his ability to survive absorbing the shard #he's already survived so many things that should have killed them #he was told multiple times before this that it was a miracle he was anywhere near functional #why not throw more nonsense into the mix?#i will be chewing on this genasi forever #ashton greymoore #cr3 #cr3 e77 #critical role spoilers #meta #long post #critical role #i have so many thoughts about ashton

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hughiecampbelle · 4 months ago

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Just Let Me Adore You (Kendall Roy x Plus Size!Fem Reader)

Character/s: Kendall, Roman, Logan mention

Word Count: 1,728

Inspired By: Adore You (Cover) by Brittany Broski

Tagging: @chaithetics (Lan!! Please lmk if tagging you is annoying! I thought you'd like another Kendall Roy fic💕)

A/N: IMMEDIATELY started typing as soon as I heard this cover. I know It has been forever and I just hope this one fic can make up for many weeks of no posts. I've never written s plus size reader before and I'm so sorry it's not inclusive to all. I just pictured a plus size baddie lol. Definitely Game of Thrones inspired :) I really love this imagery of the song and I just knew Kendall of all people would see himself this way. Maybe it's a little ooc, but I just couldn't help myself!!! Ahhh ok I don't want to ruin this fic by getting into detail about all my big feelings lol. I never meant to disappear or anything. I've been struggling a lot in this house and though the end goal is there, it feels so out of reach. It's driven a wedge between me and my mum and that wedge is my stepdad. Everything feels like it's on hold and it makes me feel so behind in life, so forgotten. Feedback is always appreciated! 💜💜💜💜💜💜

He can feel it when he catches a glimpse of you.

Your body, your curves, your softness beneath silk. Your hips, your things, your breasts: outlined by the thin fabric, teasing him in ways his mother tongue could never describe. He melts in your presence. With a childlike sort of affection, or, perhaps, that of a knight. Willing, almost eagerly, to throw his life away for you at the hands of a sword. Let his last image, his last memory, be one of you undressed, your skin prickling in the cold air. Curse his opposer not with death or vengeance, rather one on his heart: may he never find you the way Kendall has. May crows pluck out his eyes so that, in the rare occurrence your paths ever crossed, he can never set his eyes upon you. May his teeth be plucked from his mouth one by one if the words he spat at you were crude and cowardice. May the sword of another kiss his throat if the belief he is too good for you ever crosses his mind. I dare you, he thinks, excited that this opponent lives his short life without a woman like you, blood pooling from his mouth, his last moments engulfed with the thought of you. I dare you.

Pleading with the old gods and new to speak with you, awkward and shy, praying he makes a better impression than the last. A centuries old relationship that has kindled past platonic, a fire burning with no end in sight, nurtured by your hands and breath. You could let it die, let the world turn black. That spark, he believes, would live inside him and it would be enough. It would be his everything. The beat of a drum, low and hard, the beat of his chest, picking up pace, threatening to burst. He would avert his gaze, offer you grace, but he cannot take them from you. Magnetic, ethereal, other worldly. Wars would have been started over you, your beauty. The slope of your nose, the roundness of your face, the danger in your eyes, the kind of looks that he begged and pleaded to kill him. Not swiftly, no he wanted to suffer if it meant the light of your gaze shines upon him for just a moment longer. Tear him limb from limb. Slice him down the middle. Play with his organs, but please, he begs, be gentle with his heart. Taste it, cradle it, ingest it so that he will always be a part of you. Have him crawl on his hands and knees for eternity if it means following the breadcrumb trail you leave. Let him eat the scraps from your table. Pour molten gold over his crown if it means his jaw is cradled in your hands, an interaction that lasts mere seconds, but would fill his cup for eternity.

Kiss his lifeless body and grant him heaven.

Your words are milk and honey, your presence the sun. Finding him through the crowd, offering your affections without a second thought. Your arms placed around him feeling the stiffness of his suit, the quickness of his pulse, the ease of his muscles in your grip. His hands find their way to your spine, holding you close, his words falling from his mouth clumsily. It’s been a while, he says, and it breaks every bone inside him. A reminder of the time that has passed. How old he must look, how gray, his hair once inky, the color of night skies without any stars, now faded and dull. He laughs about it, shy, knowing the years have not been kind to him. You look perfect, Kendall. Your fingers through his hair, the roots anything but monstrous. Even more handsome, you add, and the smile you wear settles something in his stomach. Time has not touched you the way it has dragged her claws through him. Just as radiant as the day you met, perhaps a touch of something more, something deeper. A certain nobility, a kind of decency that settles into the skin the older one gets. Perfection, he thinks, and it is not a cheap word he throws around. There is no means to an end. Only a declaration. Something that must come up, out, or else it will fester, rotting upon his tongue.

He fills your cup with something red and bitter. Despite your sweetness, it is not something you crave on nights like this. Strong and dark, the wine kisses your lips the way he used to. A stain is left and it is beautiful, kissed by gods. His hand finds the curve of your back and you let it linger, heat blooming across your cheeks. Others come up, introduce themselves, reintroduce themselves. It’s been a while, they all say, their words dipped in sugar. They’ve missed you, everyone has. A tragedy you have left the company in pursuit of better things. You never should have left, they joke, this place isn’t the same without you, and you laugh, a tune he has embedded in his bloodline. Conversations you share in secret, through glances, of which he adores. A language you have developed through the years, with cues and expressions so miniscule to the untrained eye, but so impactful to one another. Intertwined like the roots of two trees, you stray so little from one another. His hand in yours, your sides together, a want, not a need, for closeness neither of you is willing to give up.

Not tonight.

When the time comes to separate it is excruciating. The king has made his demands and you must abide. Left with the fool, the gesture, Kendall speaks with his brother, but his eyes never leave your form. Something twists in his gut the way his father watches you, his expression brightening, his arms raised, ready to engulf you in a hug. Territorial, and stupid, he admits to feeling both. You and him have a history, a path, a future that is unknown, but so welcomed. An old man with power could not sway you. He could not win you over. And yet, the win grows warm in his cup and an ache in his middle has spread. You laugh with Logan, his touches seemingly innocent but so insidious. He was always doing this, taking from him, showing him that a king has rule of the land and everyone else. What could a prince do? How could he prove himself? Laughs beside him, Roman teasing him, making jokes Kendall wouldn’t dare repeat. Disgusting things. Horrifying. He waits and watches, like a hound banished to the outside while his owners linger in. every once in a while, when the king is not looking, you’ll make a face aimed at Kendall. Across the room, the gathering, your connection cannot be broken. It eases his mind.

You will kiss the king as all do, thanking him for his presence, finding your way back to him. The crowd had thickened and this journey is not an easy feat. How he wishes to run to you, meet you in the middle, clear the room so that there is nothing treacherous about it. How he wishes to lead you from here, this place, where you can be alone. Where he can have you all to himself. Proclaim his love for you the way he has wished, dreamed. He doesn’t need to, you know how he feels. They are not unreciprocated. Now is not the time, though. Are you okay? He asks, and it could mean so many things. He’s harmless, you say so sweetly, and he can do nothing but believe you. Harmless, the king. He knows better than that, he knows from experience, and yet your tone is so steady, stone-like, he must abide. Together again. More wine, more time, more of you. Your hair grew wild despite your best effort to tame it. Your eyes are bright and knowing.

It is still early in the night, but he can feel it coming. The sense of dread, the impending doom. This will end. It always does. If not here, tonight, then in the morning when you slip from the bed, the sheets wrapped around your curves. The afternoon where you part ways. The next night where you trick yourselves into thinking you can stop if you want to. Please, he wants to beg, please don’t go. Please don’t leave me. There is no need to love me, but please don’t leave me. His eyes were so wide, so sad. Silly prince, you think. I already love you. That is why it is never easy. You do not watch the clock. You do not time the moon, watching her rise and fall. You do everything in your power not to remind yourself you are mortal. That time is a fleeting thing and you can try to grab, try to cling, but it always escapes you. It is beautiful and it is heartbreaking, much like his expression. You tip his chin up, his face meeting yours, gaining strength for the both of you: It is not time to mourn just yet.

You are right, you always are. Tomorrow, when is standing alone, his crown heavy, he will grieve. He will wallow. He will sink into the ocean and beg to be taken with the tide. But you are here now, you are with him, like you are the only two in the whole world. He could be the wealthiest man in the kingdom, he could be the richest in knowledge, he could have everything he has ever wanted, it would not matter. None of it would, because without you he is nothing. He is nobody. A title, an inheritance, a fortune. A common man might think those are worth living for. And maybe he is right, only because he is common. Kendall knows better. He has seen better, he has felt better, he has kissed better. He could have everything, but without you, he is the biggest fool of them all. For now, in these moments, you are all his. You have graced him with your affection, your attention, your adoration. Despite what the king might think, he is the richest man in the kingdom.

If this is the last night he sees you, may this be the last night he ever lives.

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