#relationship & courting antics asks.

[razzle-n-dazzle]

Hihi!!

Can I ask for some Adam dating headcanons?

MY MAN NEEDS LOVEE

ᯓ★ "Alright, Sugartits. You, me, you know what we're going to do." Adam / reader | Headcanons This man deserves so much more love!! >:v

ᯓ As the first man, and proclaimed original dick, Adam not only is rather obnoxious with his titles though can be rude and a bit sexist. At least, that is what you first thought when you met him all those years ago; what felt like years but had actually been a few decades.

ᯓ You first met Adam in a council meeting, having been recently promoted to sit upon the council (or having been a sinner that Charlie was trying to redeem). Either way, you were not safe from Adam and his mischievous nature and it was like he could pick out new blood in the court room like a shark closing in on it's prey. You had been minding your business at first, settling yourself before you heard the sound of large wings flapping in your direction and a pair of footsteps landing behind you. Followed by another, smaller pair. The marble floor wasn't great in hiding their landing, but you guessed they weren't trying to be sneaky the moment that Adam had opened his mouth.

ᯓ "Shit, you're the new guy that Sera was talking about? Man, you're even shorter than I thought you were, Babe." Adam would laugh, jutting out his arm to measure the height comparison between you and him. You would turn around to this, and was quickly unamused by his antics. "Adam, I presume?" You would mumble back to him, face dropped in annoyance that he didn't seem to pick up on. He just seemed rather overly excited that you had knew his name. "Oh fuck! Mortal souls still talk about me down there on Earth? Well, I wouldn't expect anything else I fucking rock."

ᯓ He was pretentious, that was the best word you could describe him as. Rude, arrogant, obnoxious, pretentious. He boiled your blood anytime he opened his stupid mouth and you often just wanted to shove your hand down his throat just to rip it out. He would constantly barge into your office and appear behind you in court just to annoy you and see "what you're working on," since he's technically "your boss" and he just doesn't see anything "wrong with it". You've had to shove him out of your office so many times; had even complained to your superiors about his behavior and yet no one seemed to take you seriously. They would shrug their shoulders (especially Sera) and just claim: "That was Adam" and you just had to "deal with it." Oh and that made you want to punch the little fucker even more.

ᯓ Your 'professional relationship' with Adam started off extremely rocky and you tried your best to avoid him in the halls and courtroom at all cost. The less you had to see him, the less you had to hear about him, the less your had to hear him or even stand to be near him, the better.

ᯓ And Adam noticed. He noticed really quickly actually.

ᯓ Not like it was hard to notice, you basically avoided him at all costs. Taking another hallway if you saw or heard him coming down one, shoving past him if he tried to block your path, ignoring him if he tried to talk to you, and so much more that he brushed off. Constantly, you heard him turn to Lute and point at you, jokingly telling her: "It must be that time of the month." With his stupid grin and cheesy smile. (Does this even if you are male) And you thought it was just him trying to get under your skin and annoy you into talking to him again; or even acknowledging his presence. You also had a hunch that it was him trying to save his 'precious little ego' that makes him so insufferable to be near.

ᯓ Yet, it was odd. For how much you hated, no loathed Adam, you couldn't get his stupid face and idiotic voice out of your head when you were along, shrouded in the dead of night. Especially on nights like tonight: Where you were sat along in your office, the chimes of midnight ringing along Heaven, as night clouded and contaminated the once gleaming city of day. You were leaning over your desk, trying to finish an assignment given to you by Sera; an assignment that was important to your continuation of climbing the council ladder. And yet all you could hear was that stupid fucker's voice in your head constantly. His remarks, his tone, his- ugh! His stupid, stupid voice why couldn't it just leave you alone.

ᯓ Why couldn't he just leave you alone?

ᯓ . . . but, dammit, why did you feel comforted by the thought?

ᯓ In reality you shouldn't be, you should never feel comfortable around a prick like Adam who only searches for one thing in women; sex, ass, and tits. Three things, okay, but it's all in the general same category. He was the man who would be at the top of your hitlist, if you could have one in heaven, yet his voice was the only thing keeping you up right now; Letting you fight off sleep for another night and finish this report sooner than Sera said she wanted it just to show her how capable you are. And as you continued to scribble away, letting the moon crescent slip back under the clouds to let it's sister sun peak over with it's gleaming light, it hit you. And the realization of WHY hit you hard, and the truth made you stop in your tracks. The final period to end your assignment taunting you along with your thoughts:

ᯓ Somehow, someway, you had started to grow a crush on that fucker.

ᯓ Somehow, by some grace (more like punishment), of God did you begin to harbor something other than loathing for Adam. For the annoying Adam who constantly picked you out in a room and came over to talk to you. The Adam, which you never noticed, began to grow more tolerable even if you kept up your act of avoiding him. The Adam, who constantly comes in to see what your doing but then asks you a million and one questions, not because he cares about your work but because in some twisted sense in his mind, that's him caring about you or trying to get to know you. The Adam who called you Sugartits and Babe all in your first 2 seconds of meeting. "Fucking Adam.." You would grumble under your breath, slamming your pen down to finish that last period as a mix of emotions boiled in your blood.

ᯓ "Fuck me? Kinky, but what the fuck did I do to you, I just got in!" Shit. Well, this is such a great start in trying to get to know Adam better. (I hope you can hear the sarcasm that is basically pooling on the floor)

ᯓ Yet, somehow, no matter how rocky the situation ship started, somehow Adam had a big enough of an ego to see it through and you had gained enough patience to put up with his bullshit. And trust me when I say, you need either need to match his energy, yet in a more responsible way, or have enough patience to deal with this man or your drowning under his egoistical bullshit. (Adam needs a Hispanic wife desperately. /j)

ᯓ For the most part, your relationship is actually rather lovely. Most wouldn't believe it, seeing as Adam is.. well Adam, but you were able to see the weirdly good intentions behind his rather questionable and problematic choices. As for such, when he had gone to Sera to start the extermination, during the whole meeting all he could think about was keeping you safe. What was the best way to keep you safe? How could he keep you from being entranced by Lucifer or Lilith and their sin and evil? He didn't want to lose you like he lost Eve and Lilith. Sure, he joked about being a fuckboy and a player (at least that's how he comes off) yet he never has actually touched anyone after Eve. He was waiting for someone, someone like you, to capture his attention and soon after his heart; and he chased after you and he was going to keep you, and he was going to protect you if it was the last thing he did. Because as much as Adam hates to admit it, he is terrified to be alone; to live all the rest of his immortality by himself, going home to an apartment with no one to share the warmth and feeling that empty wound in his heart.

ᯓ Adam, on the lighter note, is also the type of man who will go to a restaurant with you and claim he'll try something new; i.e. lobster. You had known, at an instant, that it would go wrong and decided to order any sort of red meat you could find that you knew Adam would like. And, wouldn't you know it, when you two got the food he couldn't bare eating that lobster. So, you offered to switch your plates and he was more than happy to. You don't think he's caught on yet, but you'll keep it a secret just to be able to see the excited grin he gets before snatching your plate with a "Thanks Babe!" and even kissing you later.

ᯓ You learn very quickly the only way to get Adam to start cleaning around the house is to either A) let him play his guitar for you, to simulate that he's helping by giving you motivation (and swooning over his voice a little) or B) playing music similar to that Adam plays (like AC/DC, Imagine Dragons, anything Indie-rock) and give him small tasks to do that slowly equate to one larger task. And then, of course, there is always his favorite option C) hug your waist and make it impossible for you to clean your shared apartment as he basically speaks dirty into your ear with his classical snicker.

ᯓ You're guys sex life is amazing though, Adam makes sure of that (so that cunt Lucifer can't take you from him like he did Lilith and Eve, through 'temptation'). But, honestly, you're the only person he has given head to or has eaten out, pick your choice. Either way, man goes crazy if you tug on his hair or tell him you won't ever leave him.

ᯓ The first time you saw Adam with his mask off was an experience, both for you and for him. For a long, long time Adam kept his mask on around you, even while in private, and you've always asked why he did so but he would never give you a straight answer and would brush around it. You often chalked it up to be a comfort thing for him, to make him feel stronger than he actually was and you didn't bother him much. Yet one day, you got oh so curious about what his face was like under the mask that you couldn't help yourself: Sitting next to Adam outside on the balcony, you listened as he prattled on about his work day all the while he ate. He was having some burgers you had cooked for him before he got home, as he exclaimed about, "These bitches don't know who the fuck they were talking to! I mean, hello, I'm fucking Adam I'm the dick master and I would have fucked them into next Friday! I'm like 10 times cooler and stronger than them, bitches thought they could come into the exorcists and make fun of me, well I-..." Adam paused unnaturally, a confusion sweeping over his digitalized golden-accented features. "Babe, what the fuck are you doing?" He would add on no more than 5 seconds later, noticing had you had moved from your seat and basically were straddling him right now. Though you didn't hear him, well you did but you shut it out as soon as he opened his mouth again; "You know, this is making me fucking hard right now and if you just wanted your sweet little insides-" "Adam." You hushed him as his arms wrapped around your waist and brought you closer. There was no missing the way his eyes widened in suprise at your sterner tone. Though his grin returned, another crude comment about to slip from his lips before he hushed again; Doing so as your hands had meet and cupped his cheeks in such an oddly tender way. And Adam had a hunch what you wanted to do, or well what you wanted to see, and he felt those same nerves churn in his stomach again anytime this topic was brought up. Yet, no matter how much he noticed the want in your eyes, you didn't ask him. All you simply did was lean towards him and place your forehead against his, closing your eyes. And all Adam could do was stare at you, stare at your beauty in the light of the setting sun, and feel those nerves slowly string loose. And he felt safe; for the first time in a long, long, time he felt safe. "Babe.." And his voice cracked, causing your eyes to shoot open with worry. You drew away from Adam, your hands darting down to his shoulders as you wondered if you had somehow offended or harmed him. Yet all he did was smile softly at you as his wings fluffed out, basking in the light for a moment, before encapsulating the both of you. He was hesitant, his eyes drawing away from you as he took a moment to gather himself before he pulled off the mask for the first time. And you swore, in that moment, you somehow both practically died again and fell for him. "Oh shit.." You would mumble, catching Adam's attention rather quickly. You saw the worry contort on his face, "You've been hiding this handsome face from me, Adam what the fuck?! I would have much rather look at this than your fucking mask when you were blowing my brains out you b-" "Woah babe," Adam's hand rushed up and covered your mouth. You saw his scheming smirk playing onto his lips, "I can fuck you now if you want to, but I thought we were having a moment! Look at you, ruining it this time instead of me!~"

ᯓ Oh the fucking tease.

ᯓ Adam isn't perfect, far from it, but you aren't either. You honestly probably help each other over come traumas of the past and heal together. After all, you're both just a burning pile of hot mess, so why not be a burning pile together?

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(Hope this was good! :D I haven't written since I had gotten sick and writer's fog/block, so this might be a little more shaky than my regular work. I would appreciate any constructive critiques you may have!)

[kings-highway]

haikyuu ships but its things about their relationships or moments that I think would surprise their friends/teammates

starting off with my boys Daisuga: honestly definitely the rest of the team forgets that they haven't been together forever, and are never expecting when either of them are acting like, well, teenagers in a relationship. Specifically in regards to being shy in front of each other or wanting to impress each other, the rest of the team always is surprised by it because in their mind, like, why are you feeling insecure in this relationship I thought you've been dating for 2 years and Suga is just like "try 3 months BITCH now I need you to find out what his favourite kind of chocolate is I'll pay you real money if he doesnt realize why you're asking."

right along to Kagehina and honestly, literally even just realizing they have a normal relationship. I think everyone absolutely understands how they got together, but I imagine the first time ANYONE sees them out in public together they ALL have a moment thats like "oh shit they like... are actually dating" and every time Kagehina is just like... on a lunch date, or going shopping, walking a dog, just chatting. Like people are surprised that they genuinely spend time together outside of sports. The first time Kageyama goes with Hinata as his date to a family wedding the entire family is flabberghasted bc they definitely thought this was an on-court obsession only

Iwaoi is really simple, literally just people realizing that Iwaizumi has genuine romantic affection towards him is the funniest thing to me. There's a week where Iwaoi is worried bc Iwa had to go to school with a hickey on his neck but literally NOBODY bats an eye or even mentions it because "yeah Oikawa obviously-" but when theyre changing for practice and they see that Oikawa has a hickey on his neck the entire team goes feral and practically tackles Iwaizumi like "you committed to kissing him for that long?????? YOU?????" like they cannot comprehend Iwaizumi actively participating. (obviously this is also the only time they every see Iwazumi embarassed enough to visibly blush which only compounds things.)

Bokuaka's is so stupid but honestly - the first moment the team realizes that Akaashi is, like, attracted to Bokuto and isnt just his best friend that got carried away. Konoha catches Akaashi checking out Bokuto's ass as he's leaving the changing room and it legitimately ruins Konoha's day. What is he supposed to do with this information.

To be completely fair, Ushiten as a concept probably absolutely baffles the entire Shiratorizawa team for multiple reasons. I think though the obvious one is that the rest of the team cannot understand how little Ushijima is bothered by any of Tendou's antics, where Tendou is VRRY touchy and goofy and lots of PDA and affection and Ushijima is completely receptive and unbothered by it, if not going out of his way to intentionally make Tendou laugh to invite him to more. Like Tendou absolutely would sit on his lap during lunch and Reon would be sitting there losing his mind bc last time he sat too close to Ushijima he got a lecture on personal space. Oh, but now suddenly he's super chill and relaxed and nothing bothers him its tendou doing it.

Asanoya's is a little sad tbh but I think, specifically the second and first years, would be surprised by how serious Noya is about the relationship and how little he tolerates jokes about them being opposites/a surprising pair or any of that. Like theyre shocked to find out how seriously he's taking being a boyfriend and really trying to make sure Asahi is happy. The idea that it isnt superficial or just for fun for him is surprising to them.

Arankita - in a comedy of errors Atsumu accidentally finds out they they are ~no longer virgins~ and legitimately has to leave practice for 20 minutes. There's a piece of him, and the rest of the team, that had 100% believed Kita was a robot and they just.... the idea that this was something that happened organically and not for "procreation" doesnt fit in their worldview. Kita smacks the next person who brings it up and that ends the conversation.

[vinnellamadz]

Everyone asked for both so I’m gonna do both :3, PLEASE I am not a talented writer or anything please excuse me if it’s not as good

Lucifer X reader Headcanons

- Before Lucifer met you, he was definitely an emotional wreck.

He spent all his time in his workshop, creating things as a coping mechanism.

But as soon as he locked eyes with you, it was like a light bulb in him switched on, and he was instantly hooked on you.

- Lucifer tried his best to woo and court you.

As if his last moments on earth depended on it, he would smother you in gifts, specifically custom-made ducks that he always made sure were made with love and perfection.

His desire for you was so intense that he devoted all his efforts to winning your heart and making you his.

It was as if all his sorrows and woes melted away the moment he saw you.

- There were times that Lucifer almost gave up.

As he feared that you didn't return his feelings, thoughts of failure and despair filled his mind.

However, when you finally accepted his advances, he was overwhelmed with joy.

So much so, that he jumped into your arms and held you tightly.

It was a moment of pure blissful happiness, and he knew that he never wanted to let go.

- Lucifer was so focused on wooing you that he forgot to tell his daughter about you.

He was so concerned about making things perfect that he did everything in his power to ensure that your meeting was as perfect as possible.

He was so worried that you might not like each other that he tried to prepare for every possible scenario.

Spoiler alert, you and Charlie loved each other

- While visiting Charlie’s Hotel, a certain red-haired male was stepping a little too close to you for Lucifer’s comfort.

Lucifer saw the male coming closer and closer and grew increasingly concerned.

He did not like the idea of someone else being close to you, especially Alastor

Lucifer felt jealous and protective, and he wanted to make sure that the male kept his distance.

Safe to say you spent the rest of the visit with lucifers arm around your waist.

- Lucifer loves to take you out on romantic dates.

He always finds the perfect places to take you, with the most delightful settings.

He takes you to intimate restaurants, candlelit dinners, and romantic walks on the best beach in hell.

He makes sure to plan everything to the smallest detail, so that you always feel special and pampered.

Lucifer wants to show you how much he cares and appreciates you, and he does it through romantic dates that are always perfect.

- While Lucifer does have his shortcomings, he will go as far as needed to prove to you just how much you are loved every day.

He is committed to making your life a series of surprises and magical moments, and he will always go the extra mile to ensure that you feel loved and cherished.

In the end, Lucifer may have his faults, but he will never let them interfere with making sure you feel special and appreciated every single day.

Adam X reader Headcanons

- Adam does not typically get into relationships, but when he does, he tends to exhibit similar behavior patterns. He engages in playful teasing and name-calling as a way to show affection toward his partner.

Although these antics can seem somewhat derogatory, Adam ensures that his partner never actually feels bad as a result. While he might playfully poke fun at his partner at times, he is also capable of being loving and supportive (barely).

- Adam is not a typical romantic, and he is not used to expressing these types of feelings. Even so, he tries his best to court you in his own way.

There are times when he may act a little awkward or mean, but beneath it all, he truly cares for you.

While he might stumble over his words or lack the grand gestures, Adam shows his feelings through small gifts and nicknames.

- Although you might not be showing any signs of affection, Adam would never give up on courting you. He is persistent and determined to win your heart.

Even if you were to continuously reject him, he would continue to pursue you. Adam feels deeply for you, and he is willing to go to great lengths to make you his own.

So, if you truly want him, Adam would never stop trying to win you over with his endearing charms.

- Once you finally surrendered to his charms, Adams ego grew even bigger.

As part of his big ego, he became extremely affectionate and public in his displays of affection. He wants everyone to see you as a couple, and he doesn't mind who's watching.

Adam wants everyone to know that you're his, and he is going to make sure everyone knows it.

- Adam is an incredibly possessive and insecure man (I wonder why 👀), and he dislikes seeing other men around you.

When a male approaches you, Adam quickly swoops in, giving the other man a dirty look and then proceeding to make out with you in front of him. With his dominant display of affection, he makes sure that the other man knows his place.

Then, he takes you by the hand and leads you away, anticipating the night that awaits you both.

- Adam is a romantic man, and he enjoys date nights with you. He loves to spend time sitting on his balcony with you, eating takeout, and engaging in fun gossip.

However, he also appreciates having nice dinners together, and he enjoys taking you to the hottest concerts in town.

He also likes to express his affection for you through singing, he cherishes your presence more than anything else.

- Even with his flaws and occasional mistakes, Adam is a decent lover overall.

He may be imperfect and stumble at times, but his genuine desire to make you happy is what matters most. Although he may make occasional jabs and tease you, it all boils down to his genuine care for you.

At the end of the day, your happiness is what Adam truly cares about more than anything else. Even through all the ups and downs of a relationship, he will always do what it takes to make you happy.

- Adams favourite movie is frozen.

IM SORRY IF THIS IS OOC ITS MY FIRST TIME WRITING IN SO LONG

[naomiarai]

lucky charm? — cyj.

summary : give your boyfriend another reason to win won't you?

genre : smut, fluff

wc : 2.2k

pairing : basketball player!yeonjun × afab! reader, established relationship

warnings : dom!jjun, sub!reader, kind of wall fucking?, creampie, ass slapping, praise, oral (m.rec), pet names (angel, pretty, princess), kind of exhibitionism

disclaimer : idk how i feel abt it

the fogg in the air moves to disappear as the you make the outline of your star player, his coloured hair so easily spottable. your eyes meet his fox ones as you wave with a big smile, clearly excited to see him.

yeonjun jogs up to you, removing his jacket in the process and draping it over your shoulders.

“i told you i’d pick you up, princess, it's freezing outside” he says with a slight frown.

you simply giggle at his gesture, taking a good look at his face. he seems to have caught you staring as he brings his face close to yours, placing a kiss on the tip of your nose.

“did practice go well?” you ask as you wrap your hands around his torso, pulling him closer.

“it was going well, until it started raining” he says with a chuckle, looking at you with endearing eyes.

the boys have been practicing endlessly; the semi-finals for the match was on the upcoming weekend, a perfect day for you since you had all the time in the world to watch them play. either way, if yeonjun feels like he accomplished something after a match, you feel like you accomplished something too.

you're his lucky charm as he says, whether it's a peck on the cheek or a really tight hug before a match, you're his complete motivation. “do you think i could steal you for a bit?” you ask hopefully.

he looks at you with a suspicious grin, tilting his head to the side, “i suppose..” he says and you visibly lighten up, but he starts again, “if i get a kiss?” he asks squinting his eyes.

you mirror the same expression, staring for a good minute before crashing your lips into his abruptly. he pulls you closer, leaning down to kiss you deeper before you pull away, “satiated enough? i wanna show you something” you say as you lace your fingers with his, dragging him out of the court.

“where are we going?” he asks abruptly as you run along with him, “my apartment, i wanna show you something plus we can stay there for tonight?” you say and look back for a moment to see if he'd agree, yeonjun simply smiles with a nod. reaching the entrance of your building, both of you slow down, going in to take the elevator.

it's empty, leaving you both to practically do whatever you wanted. you live pretty high up, it was always annoying to take the elevator that high with a bunch of people in it. but this time you have your dear boyfriend snd his antics of course.

you simply stare the mirror like ceiling, purposely not paying any attention to the very obviously staring at you yeonjun, smiling to yourself. he seems to notice it, his hands go to your jaw, about to turn it to kiss you, just when the doors open. you walk off with a proud scoff, trying to hold yourself from laughing.

you hear him laugh from irritatedly behind you, catching up to you before he stops you with a hand on your waist. “did you really try to run away?” he says with faux anger, before placing the much awaited kiss on your lips.

you chuckle as you push in the keys to your apartment, a creaking noise emitting as you push it open. it's been a while since yeonjun's been in your place since you're usually at his. he stares at certain things a little longer, taking in what he hasn't in a long time. “give me a minute jjun, i'll be right back” you say as you disappear inside your room.

∆∆∆—

you reappear as you carry a box in your hands, wrapped in red foil wrap as you walk your way to his figure on the couch, taking a seat beside him. he looks at you with wide eyes and a surprised expression on his face clearly not expecting it. before he could say anything, you speak up, “look, i know it's not really a gift for you, but it is something you've been wanting for me” you say with a pause in-between.

he eyes go up to the side for a moment, thinking all the possibilities on what it could be before he gives up. “you really didn't have to get anything in the first place, but seriously ____, thank you” he says genuinely

you watch with anticipation as he unravels the ribbon on top, nails clawing into the edge of the lid to pry it open. his eyes land on the bright jersey, embedded with his name and the number 13. you almost immediately see his lips curl up into his signature grin, throwing his head back with pure laughter.

“holy shit!, that looks amazing” he squeals with joy holding stretched out in the air, as you stare at him delightfully, this was probably the most memorable thing you thought of. “gon' go try it on for me?” he asks you, still staring at it.

“let me surprise you”, you say, “i’ll wear it on the day of the competition?”. his eyes finally look back at yours, smiling at the suggestion, it’d be a lovely surprise.

you watch him carefully fold it and put it back inside, fixing on the lid before placing it next to him.

it’s d-day, the sun seems to cover the whole court in its golden rays, you still haven't seen yeonjun yet, he’s probably getting ready  in the locker room.

you smoothen out the jersey, it fit you perfectly, and you just know he would too. the boys had about an hour before their match, they've been practicing steadily the last few days, you're sure they'll do well.

you decide not to waste any of the time you had left to see him, quickly sprinting to the locker room.

you enter slowly, eyes landing on yeonjun; the only one in the room. you don't question where the others ran off to, simply tip toeing your way towards him, in order to wrap your hands around him.

the closer you got to him, you realized he was checking his phone, his thumb about to hit the call button on your number. seeing this, you immediately wrap your arms around his waist, very obviously startling him.

“oh what the— oh my god!” he says as he takes a look at the your figure behind him, letting out a blissful giggle at your attire. your eyes sink into crescent moons, a silent smile plastered on your face, opening your mouth to ask, “do you like it? does it look good?” you say as you look down at yourself again. “you look good, so fucking good” he replies back almost instantly; you could tell the way his voice got a little hazy at the end. you were definitely doing something to him.

you wrap your arms around his neck, inching closer. yeonjun looks at you intently, his lips are curled into the prettiest grin you've seen and it makes you giggle at him. you go up to kiss him, lips melting into each other as he tightens his grip on your lower back. he propels his tongue inside your mouth, fostering a whine from you.

you pull back to catch your breath, but from his expression he clearly doesn't want that. “jjun- you have less than an hour left, keep it in your pants” you say half earnestly. he tilts his head to the side, tongue poking the inside of his cheek, “what? you think i can’t make you cum in less than an hour? i can double that” he says confidently.

you don't doubt his words, you gravely don't. you're simply making excuses that even you don't want, to keep you guys away from latently getting caught fucking before his game. but yeonjun has always had his way, if he wants it, he'll get.

“yeonjun.. what if someone walks in or..comes looking for you?” you say pleadingly, you're playing good girl right now, but you're so fucking wet. he gives you a kiss on your neck, “i’ll lock the door, who would come looking for me right now? no one has a reason to, and i can tell you're wet, baby” he says his voice deeper.

oh god, you really shouldn't, but it'll be quick right? its not like anyone would walk in without knocking anyways—, fuck it.

you don't say another word, turning your back on him to lock the door shut before coming back to slam your lips against his, you feel him smile into it. yeonjun loves it when you're just as eager as he is during sex, he finds it hot. his hands down to your thighs to hoist you up onto the bench, followed by spreading your legs to stand in-between them.

“you look so fucking good in this” he mumbles at your lips as your hands go down to pull his shorts down, rubbing his dick with the palm of your hand. he hisses at it, whispering a “fuck” to himself. “wan’ suck your cock, please-” you say breathily, a tone of pure begging in your words. and that works for yeonjun, he looks at you proudly, fucking yes, he'll give you his cock.

he drags out a chair as you quickly pull his shorts and boxers down to his knees, veiny cock in the open. if you weren't wet before, you were soaked now. getting on your knees, you grab at the base of his cock, giving kitten licks at his red tip. “don't fucking tease and get to it” he commands as you proceed to take half of it inside your mouth, sucking endlessly. one of the reasons you love sucking yeonjun off are the pornographic moans and whimpers he lets out, it just makes you want to do it more.

you circle your tongue around his base, your fingertips slightly squeezing it. “god, good girl— good fucking girl” he groans out, you feel him twitch inside your mouth and before you know it, his white seed fills up your mouth. he doesn't say anything but you're clearly expected to do something. you swallow every last drop, you've gone this too many times to not follow up with it.

yeonjun grabs your chin, kissing you passionately as he gets you to stand up and pushing your front towards the wall. he lifts up your jersey, staring with awe at how wet you were, “you're so wet angel, all for me? got you so worked up huh?” he says, giving your ass a slap.

“please— please fuck me, 'm so wet for you, need your cock” you babble, too horny for your own good as it is. he pulls your drenched lace panties to the side, cunt glistening in slick as he runs his calloused fingers over it, earning a whiny moan from you. you let out a sigh as he rubs his tip against your folds, smothering it in stickyness as he pushes it inside abruptly. your breath hitches, voice caught in your throat as you process the movement of his cock inside of you.

“ah..ah! faster! hnng-” you groan as your finger nails claw at the wall infront of you, thighs shaking as he picks up his speed. the room fills up with the lewd and wet noises of skin slapping against skin, your mind completely hazy. “you feels so good, so tight, shit-” he whines, slamming his hips harder against yours.

you feel the knot inside your stomach tighten, getting so, so close to bursting, just when you hear beomgyu's voice outside knocking on the door, hyung? are you inside? . your body halts for a moment, panic settling into your senses as you crane your neck to look at yeonjun with wide eyes. he looks completely calm, slowing down to answer beomgyu, “i’ll be out in a bit, go ahead” he says.

it seems to have him leave as yeonjun picks up his pace again, “look at you, clenching so hard, fuck did that turn you on?, you wished he walked in on us didn't you? dirty girl” he says with a smirk. you don't reply, the coil inside your stomach building up again, this time, seconds away from snapping. “wanna cum!– please, hah gonna cum-” you say, tears pricing at your eyes.

“yeah? fuck– gonna cum for me? do it, i'll fill you up” he says bending over to whisper inside your ear, kissing your earlobe. and that does it for you,; your vision goes into a blanket of white as you feel yeonjun pant behind you, his cum filling you up. after a couple minutes, he pulls out, grabbing a wet towel to clean you up, “i think i'll have to go now baby, you'll get back safely won't you?” he asks you solemnly.

“mhm, i'll be fine jjun, go ahead” you assure him as he heads out for the match.

<3

of course the boys won; they played incredibly, you watch with a genuine smile as they come together for a hug. you meet him after, running up to him to give him a tight hug, congratualting him immensely. “you did so well! good job” you say as he simply smiles at you,

“so what about a celebratory fuck?” he says grinning.

[pugh-bug]

No.42 Chapter 2

Art Donaldson x reader : slow burn friends to lovers

I really hope you enjoy this Chapter, I’m enjoying writing this a lot. Somehow I’ve never done proper friends to lovers before, I tend to do established relationships. Enjoy! 🎾✨

Part 1

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It had been nine days since Art moved in. Nine days and you weren’t quite sure if you were more desperate for him to stay forever or leave immediately. Truthfully, your anxiety had never been as up and down as it was now. Sometimes you’d catch yourself watching the door waiting for him to return when you were writing an essay in the living room, only to be met by Patrick and scream at the sound of the key turning.

Your nerves were fried from frantically changing whenever you thought Art might come into your room to ask you a question and from convincing yourself you hadn’t locked the shower when he was home when you had. You always did. It was already becoming a little exhausting worrying so much about him catching you existing freely in your own home but Patrick had no such worries. In fact he seemed to be walking round the flat naked more often than he did when it was just the two of you- something neither you or Art condoned.

The biggest pro to having Art around was that you had his kinder perspective on issues as well as Patrick’s unforgiving honest one. It had already become normal to have Patrick passionately raising his voice at you for not being angrier at someone whilst Art reassured you that it was okay you were giving them a second chance. It was like having a devil in one ear and an angel in the other. You often refused to pick a side as it only riled the two of them up.

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1:45pm - text from Patrick

Staying at my girls house this weekend ;) there’s pasta in the fridge for you guys

Your classes had already finished for the day, there were only so many hours your professors could regurgitate the same theory to you before giving up. With the end of your time at Stanford University on the horizon you’d have to start actually thinking of job ideas that paid. It was a sickening thought, one that your professor kept forcing you to think about but you pushed away.

You clicked your phone to standby and thought about how you were going to fill the weekend without Patrick’s antics. Art could very easily spend the entire time whacking tennis balls back and forth until he sweat out his body weight but you had no such luck. Tennis wasn’t actually your thing at all, it was the main thing you and Patrick had always disagreed on. For years he tried and failed to get you to play with him: ‘be my doubles partner c’mon you know you want to!’ but you were not easily convinced. You didn’t mind watching Patrick play though, to be a good friend, but the truth was if Art wasn’t on the court you were disillusioned.

By the time you heard Art return, you’d proof read your essay seven times and submitted it. That had been the last job to do before your weekend off and it was over.

‘Y/N?’

He called out for you like he’d done it a million times, almost like you were married. You couldn’t help the way you shot out of bed, feeling elated to see him again despite it not being 9 hours since you last had.

You poked your head out of your room only to be met by an extremely sweaty Art Donaldson in your hallway. He was wearing your favourite outfit of his: red and white gym wear and a cap on backwards. It could have easily looked douchey on someone else but Art could pull anything off.

‘I’m gonna get a shower. Take out after?’

You barely heard his offer, instead focusing your gaze on the way his wet shirt clung to his muscles. He almost missed the way your eyes refocused as you diverted your cloudy stare back to his face.

‘Yep perfect.’

Patrick would be offended you chose pizza over his homemade leftovers but he’d live.

‘Okay great.’

Art had a strange relationship with fast food, he craved it but he was terrified at the thought of any and all decisions holding his tennis career back. You’d already noticed how much longer his workouts were the day after pizza.

Just as you thought to add that you wanted extra cheese on your half you felt the familiar sensation of your period starting.

Lock…

‘Art?’

He couldn’t hear you over the shower water.

‘Art!’

If only you had two bathrooms.

‘Donaldson I’m bleeding to death!’ You banged your fists loudly on the door. Was he deaf? You were going to leave a bloody mess on the carpet if he didn’t let you in soon. A few frantic movements later, including a distinct unlocking sound, and you were rushing pash Art to the toilet without a word. You knew he’d leave the second he realised what you were about to do but even so you didn’t care. In a few seconds the bathroom would look like a murder scene with or without him as a witness.

‘Sorry…’ you cleared your throat, looking up at Art, who was standing confused in only a towel. In your embarrassment you almost didn’t notice, choosing instead to rush into the safety of your room away from Art and his dripping torso.

Twenty minutes of scrolling later and your stomach was rumbling uncontrollably. Like clockwork Art knocked on your door, entered and told you in a quiet voice that the pizza arrived. When you didn’t respond he smiled. ‘Extra cheese.’ Even Patrick forgot to add that for you sometimes.

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‘Dip please.’

Art obliged, passing you the garlic sauce from his position on the floor. He’d sat down there to set up the ancient dvd player (‘Jaws’ wasn’t on Netflix) and never got up. ‘This film terrified me as a child.’ He mumbled, mid chew. ‘I didn’t go in the ocean for almost three years.’

A smile formed as you pictured a tiny Art Donaldson hiding under the covers from the shark he found too scary to look at. You’d never seen a photo of him younger than about fourteen but you could imagine that he was an adorable kid - the kind strangers called ‘a bundle of joy’.

‘I love the ocean, it’s one of the only places I never get sick of. Never.’

Art turned to look at you, eager to show he was listening.

‘Any time my mum could she’d take us to the beach for picnics, you know 1000 steps?’ He nodded at you. ‘That one was my favourite. There was a secret pool. I used to pretend I was a mermaid.’ You suddenly went quiet, remembering one time you fell and cut your leg on a particularly unforgiving rock and your Mum had to drag you home crying because you still wanted to play mermaids. You were a dedicated child.

Art took a large bite of pizza and looked up at you on your little sofa thrown. ‘You don’t do that anymore?’

‘Do what?’

The left corner of his mouth curled up slightly, an almost smirk. ‘Play mermaids.’

‘Ah, no. Not anymore.’

You dusted off the crumbs from your palms and lowered your head, feeling almost genuinely sad for a moment not to still be young and free: away from University stress and job worries. Away from all worries really.

‘Shame.’

Before you could say anything the best scene came on and as Quint recalled the doll quality of shark eyes your phone lit up.

8:16pm - text from Patrick

Her parents don’t like me but I’m slowly winning them over they’ll love me in no time hows art? Is he being boring?

Art watched you type for a moment before making a correct assumption. ‘Is that Patrick? Tell him he owes me five dollars.’

8:17pm - text to Patrick

We’re fine watching jaws rn Art says you owe him five dollars?

8:17pm - text from Patrick

I really don’t.

‘Art, he’s saying he doesn’t.’

Suddenly filled with energy, Art leapt off the floor to grab his phone and type feverishly to his friend. You watched him type for a moment, his fingers moving with impressive speed almost enough to make you picture something interesting. Almost.

‘What were you betting on? Do I even wanna know?’

If it was tennis scores, Patrick usually lost those. You’d been there in 2019 when Nadal won the US open instead of Medvedev and most of the living room had paid the price for it. Rest in peace glass side table. So long red planter pot.

Art suddenly looked guilty for a moment, he put his phone down and breathed. ‘He bet that you wouldn’t see me half naked until two weeks in.’ So not a tennis bet. ‘I said it’d be earlier, yknow given how small this place is and how I sometimes forget to lock the bathroom.’ Now you were confused, Art had never once forgotten to lock the bathroom door. Not even when he was, similar to you, so desperate he sent Patrick flying backwards to clear a path. The man loved his privacy.

‘I figured it was tennis related.’ You shrugged, finishing the last of your pizza.

Art scoffed slightly, before clearing his throat. ‘Not everything me and Patrick talk about is tennis related.’

‘But it is mostly about tennis right, I mean, it’s your entire life. It seems to be who you are, that’s why I made you watch ‘Jaws’ instead of SkySports for a change. Mix things up a bit.’ You smiled, playfully, knowing he couldn’t disagree with anything you said.

‘My entire life is not tennis.’

‘Isn’t it?’

He didn’t respond.

Chapter 3

Masterlist

[a-court-of-fics-and-errors]

Keep Moving Forwards, Part 36

SMUT WARNING AHEAD - Do not continue under the line unless you are over 18.

Azriel x Reader Fic

Summary: After finally deciding to leave your abusive and manipulative mate for good, you find unexpected companionship with Azriel, the Shadowsinger of the Night Court. As you navigate the aftermath of your traumatic relationship, you struggle to understand where the mating bond went wrong and contemplate your path forward, vowing never to return to the past.

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Content Warning: This story contains depictions of extreme emotional manipulation and abuse, detailed descriptions of direct physical abuse, and scenes of men hunting women with implied sexual assault. Please read at your own risk.

Word Count: 5.2K

Author's Note: This is a multi-part series. Unlike my previous works, this fanfiction delves deeper than just fluff, exploring complex emotional landscapes. As I navigate this new writing journey, I kindly ask for gentle feedback. The topics addressed are profoundly impactful, touching many lives with diverse experiences. Please be gentle with yourselves and others. Healing is a journey, and everyone processes it differently. Be kind to yourself. Take what resonates, and leave what doesn’t.

Please continue reading, being aware of the above content warnings, ensuring you are in a healthy headspace. Give yourself time to process and be gentle with yourself.

The world outside grew dark long before you and Azriel even considered leaving the dining room. You both lounged back, continuing to pick various stragglers of food off plates, savoring the remnants of your meal. Azriel, in a particularly responsible moment, insisted you drink water along with the wine you were enthusiastically downing. You scolded him for being an old codger, but followed his instructions, managing to stay delightfully tipsy without crossing into outright drunkenness. To your amusement, the House had decided to add a bit of mood music to the evening, lilting violins, pianos, and flutes drifting in through the dining room doors, as though a small orchestra had gathered a few rooms down. You rolled your eyes at it all, but appreciated how hard the House seemed to be trying to involve itself in your evening.

Azriel’s guard had clearly dropped. His wings were relaxed, almost draping onto the floor. His feet crossed at the ankles, extended fully in front of him. His curls fell lazily over his forehead, left unattended. At some point, he noted with a relaxed sigh that while he was enjoying the evening, the chair was starting to cramp his wings. You teased him about his ancient age and possible arthritis before the two of you stood from the table. The plates magically cleared themselves as you made your way to the sunken living room, where a fire roared invitingly, and the music followed you, almost like the House was a small child, peeking around doorways at the two of you, giggling as it watched.

Azriel nearly flopped onto the couch, his wings spreading lazily onto the floor. You settled on a cushion on the floor in front of him, propped against the adjoining chaise. He extended a scarred hand to you, tracing the backs of your fingers with his thumb absentmindedly, his touch sending a warm tingle up your arm.

As he recounted stories of his childhood with Rhysand and Cassian, you concluded that Cassian had always been a bit of a wrecking ball, while Rhysand, despite his occasional complaints, often orchestrated their antics. Azriel, it seemed, was the quieter one, often cleaning up the chaos left by his brothers but never left behind, always dragged into their mischief. You shared your own fragmented childhood memories, laughing as Azriel noted with a smirk, “You were quite the tyrant.”

You brushed tears of laughter from your eyes, recalling a particularly rebellious moment when you made another child at the pleasure house walk around on his hands and knees, meowing like a cat, because Titania wouldn’t let you keep a flea-ridden tomcat as a pet. “He agreed to it!” you countered, leaning back, having doubled over in raucous laughter.

Azriel’s eyes twinkled as he laughed. “I don’t think he had much of a choice.”

Your laughter subsided as you glanced at the clock, which rudely announced that it was close to three in the morning. You flicked your eyes to Azriel, who seemed unfazed by the late hour, only smiling at you. “You should get to bed,” you said, clearing your throat.

Azriel shrugged, making no move to rise. “I have nowhere to be.”

You stood, brushing off the cushions strewn around you, hand outstretched to him. “Well, I need to go to bed.”

“Tired?” he asked, taking your hand but making no motion to get up.

“Of you,” you teased, feigning annoyance.

Azriel smiled coyly, a playful glint in his eyes. “Am I that hard to be around?” His eyes glimmered with mischief, almost catlike. You leaned back, trying to pull him from his relaxed position, grunting with effort.

You strained as you leaned back farther, “I suffer you every day.”

“Seems rather odd that we both claim to suffer in each other’s company and yet can’t seem to get rid of each other,” he remarked, his tone teasing. Despite all your yanking and tugging, he remained unmoved, his arm merely bobbing slightly. Then, with almost no effort, he yanked back, and you stumbled forward, crashing into his chest. Your knees hit the floor as you collided with him, and he scooped up your hips, positioning you to lie on top of him, chest to chest, legs entangled.

“Perhaps I’m a glutton for punishment,” he whispered, his lips just inches from yours.

Your breath hitched, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly, your fingers tracing the lines of his jaw. “Well, you’re certainly persistent,” you murmured back, your voice a playful challenge.

His eyes sparkled with amusement, his thumb drawing a lazy line along your jawline. “Only when it comes to things I really want,” he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.

Your heart raced as you leaned in, your lips brushing his. “Good to know,” you replied, your voice teasingly light as you kissed him, the warmth of the fire casting a soft glow around you both.

Azriel’s arms tightened around you, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss, a quiet laugh escaping him. “You’re impossible,” he murmured against your lips, his voice full of affection.

You smiled against his mouth, your fingers tangling in his hair. “And you love it,” you whispered back, your words a breathless mix of flirtation and certainty.

Azriel's lips ravaged yours, devouring you with a primal hunger that sent sparks of electricity coursing through your veins. His hands gripped your hips possessively, as if he couldn't get close enough to you and needed to consume every inch of your body. The friction between your bodies ignited a fire that burned through every nerve ending, driving you both to the brink of madness.

You kissed him back with a ferocity that matched the pounding of your heart, not wanting to waste another second without feeling his touch. Your mouths moved in a dance of desperate need, tasting the intoxicating mix of wine and desire on each other's lips. Azriel's calloused hands roamed under your shirt, leaving trails of heat wherever they touched your skin. Your own fingers tangled in his soft curls, pulling him closer as you explored every inch of his face with your touch.

Beneath your fingertips, you could feel the hardened lines of Azriel's jaw. With each passing moment, the intensity between you grew, until it was all-consuming, blurring out the rest of the world. You could feel his heart racing against yours, mirroring your own frantic beat as you devoured each other.

As the sensations threatened to overwhelm you both, you pulled back slightly, panting for breath as you gazed down at him with darkened eyes. Azriel looked back at you with a dazed expression, as if he were drunk on your touch alone. Your chest heaved with exertion as you straddled him, taking control in this passionate exchange.

Reaching up to trace your swollen bottom lip with his thumb, Azriel silently questioned your desires. And in that moment, all you wanted was to rip off his clothes and see what secrets lay hidden beneath his hardened façade. But for now, in this heated embrace, nothing else mattered except for the overwhelming need to consume each other completely.

Your hands traced a path down the hard expanse of his shirt, fingers trembling with desire to rip it from his body and expose him fully to your hungry gaze. Azriel's body reacted to your touch, arching and shuddering as you worked to untie his shirt, your eagerness causing fumbling clumsiness as your focus was solely on reaching your goal. His chuckle only fueled your fervor as his own hands joined yours in freeing him from the confines of fabric. The shirt fell away, revealing the familiar landscape of muscles that you had explored countless times before, but now with an urgency and burning heat that heightened your senses. Your palms pressed firmly against his chest, nails digging into the taut flesh as you trailed kisses down his jawline and throat, feeling the hitch in his breath at each touch. Your fingers hungrily moved lower, tracing every contour of his collarbone until you reached the sweet spot where teeth could sink in and elicit a moan that sent electricity through both of your bodies. Azriel's hands found their way back to your hips, gripping tightly as if anchoring himself to reality amidst the overwhelming pleasure. As you continued to map out every inch of him with kisses, he returned the favor by exploring every inch of exposed skin on your back with feather-light touches that sent shivers down your spine. You couldn't resist trailing your tongue down his chest, savoring the taste of him while he writhed beneath you, his grip tightening on you with each passing second. Your lips left a trail of fire all over his abdomen, unable to get enough of the exquisite muscles that begged for your attention. And with each delicate kiss, Azriel's moans grew louder and more desperate, driving you both towards a state of pure ecstasy.

As your lips continued their carnal exploration, you could feel the overwhelming desire emanating from his body, begging for release. His muscles were taut with anticipation, barely able to contain the fervent hunger that consumed him. And as you traced your tongue along the sensitive skin just above his waist, Azriel's breath hitched in his throat and his hips lifted.

The way his body trembled beneath yours, aching for release, made your own desires roar to life. But as you traced your tongue along his skin, tasting the saltiness of his sweat and his intoxicating scent. 

With each touch of your tongue against his skin, his body tensed with anticipation. And when he whispered those words - "Wait" - a wave of conflicting emotions rushed through you. You pulled back slightly, gazing up at him with furrowed brows. 

"What?" you asked, trying to mask the uncertainty in your voice.

Azriel beckoned for you to come closer, his hands gripping your hips as you shifted onto his lap. Your eyes searched his face, searching for any sign of hesitation or doubt. "I just want to make sure this is what you really want," he said softly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

Your own hands came up to push the hair behind your ears, your mind struggling to process his words. "What do you mean?" you asked, feeling a knot form in your stomach.

He shrugged and nervously chewed on his bottom lip. "I don't want you to do this because you think it's what I want," he explained. "You've spent so long not being able to say no that I don't want you to feel like you have to say yes." Azriel's hands gripped your hips tightly as he beckoned you closer. And as you straddled him, feeling the heat of his body against yours, he spoke in a soft tone that only made your heart race faster. "I need to make sure this is what you want," he said, brushing a strand of hair from your face with gentle fingers.

Your stomach twisted in knots as you tried to process his words, his thumb tracing soothing circles on the back of your hand. You wanted this, craved it even. To feel him so close, to hold him and be held by him. But there was a nagging doubt in the back of your mind, reminding you of all the times you had rushed into things and ended up hurt. You couldn't ignore the fear that lingered at the edges of your desire. Was this moving too fast? Were you just trying to prove something to yourself and others? And then there was Kai, who you waited for and lost before you could have this. Were you using Azriel as a substitute? Would he get angry if you said no? The thought of his mate's words echoing through Azriel's lips, enraged and screaming obscenities at you for leading him on made your skin crawl. But then again, he didn't seem like the type to fly off the handle. Hadn't he just been lost in your touch moments ago? Or were you using your body as a bargaining tool, hoping it would keep him interested in being with you? These thoughts swirled around in your head, clouding your judgment as Azriel watched silently, his hazel eyes tracing your face as he smiled lightly. You bit your lip, halting the natural movements of your body and the desire that consumed you. 

Your voice trembles as you whisper, "I don't know." You drop your gaze to your hands, anticipating Azriel's anger as he pulls away from you. But instead, he takes your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing each fingertip with a tender reverence.

"It's okay to say no," he says, meeting your gaze and placing your hand on his chest. "You can say no now, you can say no later."

You nod lightly, feeling the heat burning in your core as you imagine all the things you want to do with him. He presses his finger to your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his. "I only want to go as far as you're comfortable," he reminds you.

The fire inside of you rages harder, begging for release. "I want to try," you finally say, your eyes frantically scanning over his face.

Azriel smiles softly, not giving into his own desires, but instead holding back with gentle control. His hands press into the sides of your face as he leans in to kiss your forehead lightly. "Remember," he whispers against your skin, "one word and everything stops." He kisses your forehead again before continuing, "And I won't be upset, I won't be angry. I'll only leave if that's what you want."

You lean back into him, your hands wrapping around his neck as his dark eyes bore into yours. “I trust you,” you whispered, and with a fiery intensity that can't be ignored any longer, you bring your mouth down on his in a desperate kiss. His passion matches yours as he devours your lips with equal fervor.

As the intensity between you grew, Azriel shed his shirt and revealed the toned muscles of his body. You were lost in the heat of his touch, barely aware of how his shirt had slipped off past his wings. His bare skin pressed against yours, igniting a fire within you that threatened to consume you both.

His lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses and nibbles. Your hands tangled in his hair, urging him on as he explored every inch of your skin with fervent hunger. He was like an animal unleashed with no hesitation in his hands.

As Azriel's hands slid under your shirt once again, teasing and pawing at your flesh, you felt yourself growing more and more lost in him. When he looked up at you for approval before removing your shirt, you eagerly complied. The cold air hit your skin, causing goosebumps to form but Azriel's heated gaze kept you warm.

"You are divine," he murmured hungrily as he took in the sight of your exposed body. You leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his chest against yours as he pulled you closer. Each touch ignited sparks between you, like two pieces of a puzzle finally coming together.

In that moment, everything felt right. Your bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, driven by the beat of your hearts and the intense desire that consumed you both. This was pure ecstasy, being connected with Azriel in every way possible.

You wrapped your legs tightly around his muscular hips, pulling him closer as you tugged at his tousled curls. Azriel's lips left a trail of heat and desire down your neck and over your collarbone, occasionally nipping at your skin with a hint of teeth. Your moans grew louder as he ran his skilled fingers down your spine, eliciting shivers of pleasure. The world seemed to spin in a dizzy blur as Azriel's dark presence enveloped you, and when you opened your heavy-lidded eyes, you found yourself back in your room. Azriel held you in his powerful embrace, his hands gripping your thighs possessively as he continued to explore every inch of your exposed skin with his lips. "You're a show-off, you know that?" you whispered breathlessly, chuckling lightly.

Azriel let out a deep rumbling growl as he stalked towards the bed. "It's faster this way," he admitted with a sly grin.

With one hand gripping your thigh and the other tangling in your hair, he effortlessly lifted you onto the soft sheets and pillows. You could feel his fiery gaze trailing over your exposed body, making you shiver with anticipation. He traced his fingertips down your curves, sending electric tingles through your skin. As he reached your breasts, he leaned in to capture one of your nipples between his teeth, causing you to arch into his mouth.

But then he pulled back, his eyes blazing with desire as he gazed at you like a work of art. "You are the most stunning creature I have ever laid eyes on," he murmured, his hand teasingly playing with the waistband of your pants. Slowly, almost torturously, he peeled off each layer of fabric that separated him from your bare flesh, leaving a trail of hot kisses in their wake.

As his lips brushed over the sensitive skin of your stomach, you couldn't help but moan and writhe under his touch. But when his hands came across the scars on your hips, you froze, feeling exposed and self-conscious. Azriel immediately noticed and paused, looking up at you with concern. "Are you okay?" he asked softly.

Your heart fluttered at the genuine worry in his voice and you nodded, biting your lip. He gently moved your hands away from covering the scars before placing tender kisses on them. Your body trembled at the sensation of his lips on such delicate marks, and he whispered against your skin, "I want to taste and know every inch of you… every story that your skin holds, I want it to tell me everything.

A soft moan escaped your lips as you lifted your hips, allowing him to slowly remove your clothing and expose more and more of your skin. His lips trailed over your most sensitive areas, igniting a spark of desire within you. He continued pulling down your pants, kissing his way down your thighs with gentle caresses and feather-light kisses. He paused at your knee, supporting your leg as he peppered it with soft kisses on the inside. Moving down to your calf, he finally freed you from the confines of your clothes. Surprisingly, he didn't immediately focus on the area that throbbed for his touch, instead taking his time to explore every inch of newly exposed skin with his lips and tongue. He even took the time to place sweet kisses on the tops of your feet before finally returning his attention to the spot that was aching for his touch. His hands roamed up and down your legs, causing you to buck slightly underneath him in anticipation. Your hands found their way above your head, grasping onto the blankets as he continued his tantalizingly slow movements. Every touch sent shivers of pleasure through your body, making you yearn for more.

He leaned back slightly, his firm grip on your knees pulling them apart and exposing you completely to him. You could feel his gaze on you, a primal growl rumbling from deep within him as he tapped his fingers lightly on your skin. Your mouth fell open in anticipation as you looked up at him, his eyes filled with hunger as they devoured every inch of your body. When he noticed the slight shift in your hips, his gaze returned to yours and the hunger faltered slightly as he bit into his lip. He nodded towards you, a silent reminder that you held all the power in this moment. In response, you nodded back, a small moan escaping your lips as he let his hands slide down your body, each scarred finger leaving a trail of heat in its wake. Your neck arched and your hips moved forward as he ran one finger lightly down your folds, eliciting a gasping breath from you. He responded with a light laugh filled with pleasure and longing. With expert precision, he trailed his finger up and down your length, pausing just at the peak to apply a little more pressure that made your eyes roll back in ecstasy. Using his thumb, he drew firm yet gentle circles around your most sensitive spot, while his other fingers positioned themselves at your entrance. Your hips bucked in anticipation and a soft hiss escaped from between your teeth as he pressed into you ever so slightly. 

"Please," you whispered, your voice barely above a hushed murmur. Azriel's eyes locked with yours, and in that moment, you knew it was a request he couldn't deny.

His fingers slowly pushed inside you, eliciting a gasp that escaped your lips. You felt your body clench around him, the familiar urge to become one with him consuming you. He paused, allowing you to adjust to his touch, his eyes locked on the passion in yours.

As your body adjusted, he began to move his fingers, finding a rhythm that sent shivers down your spine. Your hips rocked against him, matching the pace of his fingers as you both moved in harmony. The intensity grew, your moans becoming louder, filling the room with your desire.

It wasn't long before you felt the familiar ache building deep within you. Azriel's eyes locked with yours once more, his touch growing more feverish, almost desperate. 

You grip the sheets tightly, your body writhing uncontrollably beneath his touch. His thumb relentlessly circles your sensitive spot, driving you closer to the edge with every stroke. A loud moan escapes your lips, almost a scream that echoes through the room. But as you let out this primal sound, Azriel presses his body against yours, his chest radiating warmth and desire as he claims your mouth in a fierce kiss. He continues to move his hand between your legs, pushing you further into madness as he brings you to the brink of ecstasy. Your moans blend together as you feel yourself tightening and releasing with every movement, including around him. Azriel's name tumbles from your lips like a mantra, and he responds by whispering your name back, each syllable igniting a new wave of pleasure. You're still gasping for air when Azriel pulls away, his eyes searching yours for any signs of distress.

"You okay?" he asks.

You can barely contain your laughter at his question, feeling completely exhilarated and alive as you run your hand down his face. "I'm more than okay," you reply, pulling him back down for another passionate kiss. Azriel chuckles against your lips.

"So much for suffering," he teases.

You wrap your legs around him, craving more of his touch as he removes his hand from between you and brings his glistening fingers to his lips, sucking on them with a look of pure pleasure on his face. Unable to resist, you lick your own lips and watch as his eyes flutter closed in delight.

As his heavy-lidded eyes flutter open, you slowly trail your tongue up and down the length of his fingers, now coated with a mixture of his saliva and your own arousal. Azriel watches intently, moaning softly at the sight of you peering up at him through your thick lashes. You take his index finger fully into your mouth, feeling it slide against the roof of your mouth before pulling it back out teasingly slow.

"F-Fuck..." he breathes, his voice laced with need and desire. His hard length twitches against your stomach, straining against his tight clothing that still remains on his body.

Your hand finds its way between the two of you, gliding delicately along the length of his cock as he grunts in desperation. As you wrap your hand around his clothed member, he starts to thrust his hips forward in an attempt to find some relief. Your lips brush against his ear as you whisper seductively, "Too many clothes."

In an instant, Azriel is pulled back, frantically tugging at the ties of his pants until they fall to the ground, freeing his hardened and eager cock. You're taken aback by the sudden release and without thinking, you whisper to yourself, "Gods, Nesta was right."

Azriel pauses for a moment, furrowing his brows in confusion. "Definitely didn't expect you to say that," he pants lightly, his muscular chest rising and falling with every breath.

Realizing what you just said, your eyes widen in embarrassment. "Oh no," you stammer out, trying to explain yourself, "She just mentioned something about wingspan and-" you gesture towards Azriel's throbbing member.

Rolling his eyes playfully, Azriel leans back down towards you, one hand pressed firmly into the mattress beside your head as he gazes into your eyes, his other hand trailing through your hair. "You could have just asked," he teases, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down your spine.

You feel his cock pressing against your stomach, an ache building inside of you. Your hand slides between the two of you and makes contact with him, causing Azriel's eyes to flutter closed as he lets out incoherent moans and murmurs. You bite down on your lip as you stroke him, feeling his length respond eagerly to your touch. His mouth falls open as he exhales breathy gasps, grinding his hips into your hand with the same rhythm as your strokes. The need for him consumes you, wanting to be completely intertwined with this male who feels like home.

Your other hand presses on his shoulder, guiding his hips to align with your dripping entrance. Azriel's eyes lock onto yours as you nod, giving him permission to enter you. Without hesitation, he slowly pushes inside, stretching you deliciously and leaving you moaning in pleasure mixed with slight pain. He watches you intently, waiting for any sign that he should stop or continue. But all you can do is whisper for him to keep going, desperate for the sensation of being filled by him. As he bottoms out inside of you, every inch connected and deeply intertwined, you wrap your legs around his hips.

Azriel leans in close, placing soft kisses on your nose, cheeks, and lips as he begins to move within you. His thrusts are short and slow at first, as if trying to savor every moment. But soon the pace quickens, each movement sending tiny sparks of electricity up your spine. Your body responds eagerly to his touch, shifting and moving with each jolt. You dig your nails into his shoulders as he whispers praises in your ear - "Such a good girl," "Just hold onto me." With each thrust, you feel yourself losing control and surrendering completely to the powerful pleasure he gives you. 

The room is filled with the intoxicating sound of skin on skin and the sinfully sweet moans drifting from both of your lips. Azriel's thrusts become more urgent and precise as he brings his hand between your bodies, tracing those tantalizing circles that ignite a fire within you.

You open your eyes to see Azriel gazing down at you, his brow glistening with sweat, curls tousled against his forehead, eyes blazing with pleasure and delight as he continues to elicit moan after moan from you. His hips falter slightly, and a whine of disappointment escapes your lips. But before you can protest, Azriel's hand leaves your heat to prop himself up and the other slides under your shoulders. With effortless strength, he flips the two of you over so that you are sitting in his lap, legs bent on either side of him, still connected intimately. His back presses against the headboard, wings stretched out behind him as he gazes at you with pure adoration.

Both hands cupping the sides of your face, Azriel whispers, "I just want to look at you."

A smile spreads across your face, intoxicated by his touch.

"You're so unbelievably beautiful." He remarks huskily.

Your eyes flutter open as you reply breathlessly, unable to find words while his cock is deep within you, bringing you closer to ecstasy with each thrust.

Azriel's hips move beneath yours as you rise up onto your knees. His hands find their way to your hips, steadying you as he drives into you deeper and harder. His mouth trails kisses and gentle nips along your throat and chest, eliciting shivers from your body as your head falls back in blissful surrender. One hand ventures back to your sensitive core, teasing and coaxing pleasure from it with devilish strokes.

As you feel yourself tightening around him once again, Azriel's rhythm becomes erratic and desperate. His other hand cups your face, his voice low and commanding, "Look at me, Y/N."

Summoning all your strength, you pry your heavy eyelids open and lock gazes with Azriel, lost in the intense desire that radiates from him. A moan unlike any you've heard before escapes his lips as he releases into you, pushing you over the edge into a mind-blowing climax. But even as you quiver and tremble in euphoria, he continues to thrust into you until you release one final time, collapsing against his shoulder with heavy breaths and a feeling of pure satisfaction.

Azriel's gentle breaths rise and fall against your chest as he caresses your hair, pressing soft kisses onto your face. "Hey," he whispers, pulling back to look at you with a loving gaze. You meet his gaze with droopy eyes, still lost in the blissful aftermath of your passionate encounter. "Hi," he whispers back, a sweet smile gracing his features as he brushes a strand of hair from your face.

"You doing okay?" He asks, concern and care evident in his voice. You nod in response, unable to form words just yet. "Come here," he murmurs, guiding you to sit next to him. You wrap your arms around his toned body as he envelopes you in his strong embrace, placing another tender kiss on top of your head and trailing comforting fingers up and down your arm.

Azriel lets out a small chuckle and you raise an eyebrow at him. "What's so funny?" You ask.

He looks down at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, "That was even better than all the times I imagined it."

You roll your eyes playfully, "Well, glad I could exceed expectations."

"You surpassed them by far," he replies as you lean up to capture his lips in another kiss. “Truly, blew them out of the water.” He continues as you smile into your kiss. "Speaking of water," he murmurs against your mouth, "Let's get you some, and maybe a snack," he playfully sniffs your skin, "And definitely a shower."

You lean back slightly, rolling your eyes. “I guess I’m back to suffering you.” You give him a light push which only results in him pulling you into a tighter embrace. 

“If this is suffering, then lock me up and throw away the key.” He whispers into your ear.

“If that’s the case, then I’ll have to show you what true torture with me feels like,” you reply with a laugh, letting yourself fall completely limp into his embrace.

To my readers, I told you I was hot and bothered. My return to my smut ridden, disgustingly overly explained mind is now free. We will be returning to our regularly scheduled programming:

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*based on an idea I saw, not my original idea*

A/B/O setting where one of the skz boys brings home the omega they have been courting to finally be part of the pack but pack traditions state that she becomes the whole packs omega instead of just the one member's. Therefore, the first time mating as a pack, all members need to be present and participate (or maybe whoever you see as an Alpha of the pack)

Maybe shy or even inexperienced reader? Like they quickly realized she doesn't know much about tradition?

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🕯Summary: The pack had grown closer to you throughout Jisung's courting and tonight's the night you get claimed as a pack member. The only problem was you didn't know what you were signing up for.

💛AN

This is my first A/B/O-themed fic, I hope I did well.

🌹CW

Cunnilingus|Oral Sex|Creampie|Multiple Orgasms|Oral Fixation|Bukkake|Praise Kink|Wet & Messy|Voyeurism|Knotting|Slow to Rough Sex|Virgin! Reader|Scenting|Bite Mark|Squirting|Aftercare

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 3.5K

There it stood, the door determining how your relationship turns out. You gulped, "Do they know we're coming?" you asked, fidgeting with your fingers. Jisung nodded, "Yup, they know," he said, watching your nervous figure. "Baby, they're going to love you," he added, rubbing your shoulders. You took in a deep breath, "I know," you whispered, staring at the pavement below. Jisung hummed, "This visit is the same as any other," he said, kissing your forehead. 

"Ji, what made you decide to court me?" you asked, knowing you were stalling. Jisung knew too, "Well, I just knew," he chuckled, holding you close. You rolled your eyes, "That's a shitty reason, Han Jisung," you grumbled, elbowing his stomach. Jisung laughed, not releasing his hold "Fine, fine. You drew me in, like a candle to a flame. I couldn't get my eyes off you, princess," he said, hooking his chin on your shoulder. 

You couldn't hold back your smile, "Alright, Mister poet. That made me feel better," you admitted, ruffling his hair. Jisung hummed, "I'm glad. Are you ready to head in?" he asked, rubbing your sides. You held your hands together, "Ready as I'll ever be," you said, walking towards the door. Jisung smiled, "That's good enough," he said, following behind you. You raised your arm, knocking on the door. It didn't take long before the front door swung open.

"Hello, little one. I hope you're hungry because Minho made dinner," Chan said, letting you in. "It smells so good in here," Jisung groaned, scampering to the kitchen. You giggled at your boyfriend's antics "Is our pup treating you well?" Chan asked, pulling out a chair. You took a seat, "Yes, more than well," you said, smiling at the loud scream coming from the kitchen. Chan chuckled, "That's good. We can talk about the pack details after dinner, there isn't a need to rush," he said, holding your hand.

You nodded, relaxing under his touch "Thank you," you whispered, feeling the anxiety in your chest subside. Jisung wrapped his arms around your neck "Princess, they're bullying me," he whined, rubbing his scent all over your face. You pursed your lips, letting yourself get smothered in rich honeysuckles. Chan held the back of Jisung's nape "Jisung, you're getting your scent everywhere," he chastised. Jisung huffed, submitting to Chan's hold. 

Your eyes widened, seeing Jisung submit so quickly "Woah," you whispered, drawing a chuckle from Chan. "Hyung, can you let me go now?" Jisung sulked, blood rushing up his neck. Chan released his grip, "Is this common for you?" he asked, looking at you with sympathy. You laughed, "Yeah, but it's fine Chan. Though I do have to say, almost every piece of clothing I own smells like him," you said, stroking Jisung's cheek. 

Minho gasped, carrying a variety of meats "Han Jisung," he said, setting the food on the table. Jisung whined, "Hyung, not you too," he said. Minho glared at him, "You scented the poor pup's closet." he said, passing the plates around the table. "With consent," Jisung mumbled, taking a seat next to you. Minho looked at you with the same sympathy "I'm so sorry about his behaviour," he said, placing the food on your plate. 

You shook your head, smiling "There's no need to be sorry, I allowed him to scent my clothes," you said, taking a bite of Minho's mashed potatoes. "You smell so much of Jisungie hyung, I can barely smell you, Noona," Jeongin said, handing you a glass of water. You gulped, "That's probably a good thing," you said, taking another bite. Chan furrowed his eyebrows, "Why's that?" he asked, placing some meats on your plate.

"My scent is a bit strong, is all," you said, tasting the meat Chan gave. Hyunjin chuckled, "All of our scents are strong," he said, sipping his water. You nodded, "That's true but my scent spikes at any emotion I give off. It's better to wear a scent blocker," you explained, trying the meat with cranberry sauce. "Scent blockers aren't good for you, little one," Chan said, putting his utensils down. "Yeah, but my side effects aren't the worst, just a little rash now and then," you said, ignoring the concerned gazes from the pack.

Warm citrus surrounded the table, like a thick syrup of comfort. You finished the last bit of your dinner, leaning against Jisung's shoulder. He kissed your hair, "They wouldn't mind your scent, princess," he whispered, taking a bite of his meal. You hummed, "I guess," you mumbled, closing your eyes. Jeongin poked Jisung's arm "What does Noona smell like?" he asked, tilting his head. Jisung chuckled, "See," he whispered, rubbing your back. 

You huffed your cheeks, blinking your eyes open. "I think it's best you ask her yourself, Innie," Jisung said, patting your arm. You gulped, "My scent smells like berry champagne," you said, answering Jeongin's question. Jeongin nodded, "That sounds sweet," he said, putting his utensils aside. You smiled, "Is it, but it can turn sour really quick," you said, sitting up. Jisung stacked your plate on his, "I'll bring these to the kitchen. Go pick out a seat in the living room and make yourself comfortable," he said, kissing your nose.

You wrinkled your nose, making your way to the living room. "Little one, could you sit here?" Chan asked, gesturing to the seat in front of him. You nodded, curling up into the seat. Chan smiled, handing you a pillow. You buried your face into the pillow, melting into the scent of tonka. 'Very suiting' you thought, taking note of Chan's scent. "Since everyone is here, this is our first official night with our new pack member," Chan said, patting your head as he spoke. 

You preened, excitement buzzing under your skin. "Congrats Noona, you're finally our pack's omega," Jeongin said, stroking your cheek. Your smile dropped, "What?" you asked, furrowing your eyebrows. Chan looked down at you, "What's wrong, pup?" he asked, tilting your chin towards him. Your lips parted, looking into his eyes "What does Jeongin mean about me being the pack's omega? Wouldn't I just be Jisung's?" you asked.

Chan furrowed his eyebrows, "Don't you know the traditions, little one?" he asked, keeping his hold under your chin. "Wh-what traditions? I wasn't raised in a pack," you explained, breath stuttering. Changbin tilted his head, "Are your parents rogue?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. You shook your head, "No, I just didn't grow up in a pack environment," you said, averting your gaze. "Are we the first pack you got involved with?" Chan asked, pumping out his scent to calm you down. 

You nodded, taking deep breaths of Chan's scent. "Poor pup probably doesn't even know what she got herself into," Minho said, brushing your hair from your face. "Am I going to die?" you whimpered, heart pounding within your chest. Chan chuckled, "Of course not, little one. The tradition isn't a sacrifice," he reassured, wiping your stray tears. "Oh," you sighed, wrinkling your nose. "Have you ever mated with anyone during your heats, angel?" Hyunjin asked, looking at you. 

Blood rushed up your neck to your ears, "No, I usually wait it out," you said, feeling your face burn up. "You didn't try to ease the pain?" Felix asked, leaning against Hyunjin's chest. You whined, "I did, but I'd always lose my rhythm," you said, fading into a mumble. Felix cooed, "Aren't you adorable," he purred, leaning forwards. You looked at Felix then back up at Chan "What does the tradition have to do with my heat?" you asked, not knowing how to feel about Felix's stare. 

Chan sighed, releasing his hold on your chin "Pup, I need you to listen to the words I'm about to say and consider them carefully after. Can you do that for me?" he asked, running his fingers through your hair. You keened, deep purrs rumbling from the touch. Chan cooed, "I need a verbal answer, little one," he whispered, stroking your cheek. You shivered, furrowing your eyebrows at the sudden mind-numbing fuzz clouding your thoughts "Yes, alpha," you whispered, nodding at his command.

"Good girl," Chan smiled, letting you rest your cheek on his palm. You nipped the pad of his hand, licking right after. Chan chuckled, "You can scent my wrists, little one," he said, gently brushing his free hand on your scent gland. You growled, raising your shoulders in defence. Chan kept his eyes on yours as he rubbed the scent blocker off. You whimpered, biting into his palm in retaliation. Chan clenched his jaw, making sure the suppressor is gone from your skin. 

Sour champagne filled the room in waves, the tart scent of berries hitting the back of everyone's throats. Chan pumped out his own scent, hoping it would defuse the situation but it only made it worst. You gasped, eyes widening as you tried to catch your breath. Soft wheezing and stuttered breathing squeaked from your frame. "Fuck. Bin the windows, Min the ventilation," Chan instructed, airing out the scent-congested room. 

"You're safe, little one. Alpha knows it's a lot, but you're alright," he said, taking note of the subtle red spots on your neck. You whined, covering your neck in hopes that your scent would just disappear. Chan gruffed, gently removing your hands away "There's no need to feel distressed, pup," he said, kneeling in front of you. Thoughts spun through your head, "Why are you kneeling, alpha?" you asked, adding more questions than answers. 

Chan looked up at you, baring his neck. You gasped, taking in deep shallow breaths. "I know you want to scent someone, little one. Get it out of your system and scent whoever you want. The suppressions can cause your scent to build up, making it more concentrated than it's supposed to be," he explained, watching as you take in each word he said. You bit into your bottom lip "Can I?" you whispered, purrs rumbling within your chest. 

Chan nodded "Go ahead, little one," he said, not expecting your sudden weight on him. He grunted, wrapping his arms around your waist as you straddled his lap. You mewled, scuffing against Chan's neck. "That's it, good girl," he whispered, tilting his neck further. You whimpered, head spinning from the way your scent mixed with his. Deep tobacco notes from his tonka scent mingling with your refreshing berry champagne scent felt right. 

"It smells like an after-party in here," Changbin pointed out, melting into his seat. Jisung chuckled, "Intoxicated already, hyung?" he teased, wrapping his arms around Changbin's. "Definitely," he said, pressing his tongue against his inner cheek. You panted, pulling your face away from Chan's neck. "Feeling better, pup?" he asked, taking note of your dilated pupils. You nodded, catching your breath. Chan cooed, "You smell so sweet, little one," he said, scratching under your jaw.

You purred, baring your neck for him. Chan chuckled, "Such a good omega," he praised, removing his hand. You whined, squirming on Chan's lap. "Little one, you don't know what you're doing," he gritted, holding your waist still. You squinted your eyes, breath hitching when you felt something twitch beneath you. Chan sighed, "Look at me, pup," he said, redirecting your attention. You looked at him, his hair tussled and messy from your scuffs. 

"The tradition isn't anything scary, I promise. I just have to claim you," Chan said, watching you regain your bearing. "How?" you asked, tilting your head. Chan rubbed your stomach, "Have you watched anything sexual before, little one?" he asked. You nodded, "I have. Is Alpha going to have sex with me?" you asked, playing with his fingers. Chan chuckled, "That's pretty blunt but yes," he said, moving his fingers within your hold. 

You gruffed, bringing his fingers to your mouth "Is it going to hurt?" you asked, nipping his index finger. Chan frowned, pressing two fingers into your mouth "Of course not, it's never supposed to hurt unless you want that on purpose," he said. You pulled his hand away "Oh, I always thought it was supposed to hurt," you mumbled, nuzzling Chan's palm. "There's so much you have to learn, little one. Do you mind if I teach you?" he asked, stroking your cheek. You gulped, "Okay," you said, biting your bottom lip out of nervousness. 

Chan kissed your nose, "Don't worry, pup. I'll take my time with you," he said, laying on your back. You yelped at the sudden shift, feeling a pillow perfectly placed under your head. Jisung smiled, stroking your cheek "Channie hyung is going to take great care of you, princess. If you need him to stop, say red. Okay?" he said, rubbing your abdomen. You nodded, spreading apart your thighs. Jisung chuckled, "That's our sweet omega," he said, kissing your forehead.

You whined, feeling a familiar throb from your core "It hurts," you whispered, clawing into the fur carpet beneath you. Chan lifted your hips, tugging off your skirt "Alpha knows, little one," he said, removing your slicked panties. You shivered, clenching around the chilling air. The scent of boiled-down champagne filled the whole room, thick slick coated your folds. Chan groaned, positioning himself between your legs "Absolutely gorgeous," he rasped, kissing down your inner thighs.

You shuddered, wanting to close your legs but Chan held them down " Alpha, pl-please," you keened, not knowing what you were begging for. Chan hummed, placing a soft kiss on your clit. You squeaked, flinching your arms to your chest. Chan chuckled, "So sensitive," he whispered, flicking the tip of his tongue against your clit. You gasped, bringing your arms closer to your body. "Alpha," you whimpered, arching your back at the stimulation.

Chan growled, making broad strokes between your slicked folds. You moaned, arousal building in your abdomen. Chan groaned, savouring the thick globs of champagne hitting his tongue "Fucking hell, little one," he cursed, slurping up your slick without an ounce of shame. You cried, sensitivity washing over you, "Al-alpha, I'm scared," you whimpered, feeling the coil within you tighten. Chan cooed, kissing your pulsing pussy "Don't be afraid and let go, pup," he rasped, lapping up your slick with more vigour.

"H-hgh," you whined, squirming from Chan's tongue. Chan growled against your sensitive nub, drawing a silent scream from your lips. You mewled, arching your back "Alpha!" you wailed, squirting your arousal. Chan moaned, head clouding with lust "Good omega, squirting all over your alpha," he praised, pulling away from your throbbing core. You stared at Chan with half-lidded eyes. Chan smiled, brushing back his slick drenched hair. "Fuck, hyung. I think I just came in my pants," Hyunjin said, palming his hardened cock. 

You sniffled, "Alpha," you whimpered, making grabby hands towards Chan. "Aww, are you feeling alright, pup?" he asked, smothering your face in kisses. You nodded, burying your face into the crook of his neck. Chan chuckled, baring his neck "You're doing so well, little one," he praised. You purred, letting his scent envelop your senses. Chan smiled, gently removing himself from your hold. You hummed, content with the warm fuzzy feeling. Chan stood up, tugging off his sweatpants and boxers together.

Felix whistled, "A full course meal," he teased, staring at Chan's length. Seungmin sighed, "Pixie, stop disturbing Chan hyung and come here," he said, spreading his legs. Felix giggled, kneeling between Seungmin's thighs. Chan shook his head, a smile etched on his lips "I hope your libido is controllable, little one," he said, booping your nose. You giggled, biting your lower lip as Chan came closer to your core. He slicked his fingers in your arousal, "I'll go slow, pup," he said, pushing his finger to his second knuckle. 

You whimpered, rolling your hips to his thrusts. Chan hummed, "Can you take another?" he asked, rubbing your clit in tandem. You nodded, "Yes, yes, yes pl-please," you begged, clenching his finger. Chan chuckled, slipping another finger beside the first "Good girl, just relax for me," he cooed, stretching your tight walls. You mewled, digging your nails into the carpet. Chan another a third finger, working you open for his hung cock. You moaned, whimpering whenever he curled his fingers against your g-spot. 

"I think you're ready, little one. Do you need me to stretch you further?" he asked with four fingers spreading your semi-gaping hole. You shook your head, sweat beading your forehead "Need alpha n-now please," you stuttered, getting impatient from waiting. Chan shuddered, using your slick to coat his cock "Alpha's got you, pup," he said, lining up his cock head with your pussy. "Please," you whimpered, making eye contact with him through your half-lidded eyes. Chan growled, pressing his cock within your walls. 

You mewled, letting Chan push your legs closer to your body with each inch he eased in "So big," you slurred, purring at the feeling of being filled. Chan groaned, pressing his forehead against yours "You're still so fucking tight, little one," he cursed, rolling his hips. You gasped,  soft moans spilling past your lips "Fa-faster," you stuttered, cupping Chan's chest with your hands. Chan grunted, "As you wish, pup," he rasped, quickening his tempo. You keened, melting under his deep thrusts.

Chan growled, fucking into your warm walls with tender thrusts "Taking me so fucking well," he gritted. You whimpered, "Alpha, alpha, alpha" you slurred, pleasure fogging your every thought. Chan pressed his lips to yours, pulling you into a deep kiss. You moaned into the kiss, deep purrs rumbling within your body. Chan chuckled against your lips, quickening his rhythm. Your breath hitched within the kiss, accidentally clenching your walls around Chan's cock. "F-fuck," he groaned, throwing his head back. 

Your skin prickled at his raw groan, sending goosebumps down your arms. Chan shuddered, regaining his bearing "My god, little one. I don't I can hold back anymore" he said, rutting his hips. "Then don't. Please alpha, don't hold back," you pleaded, wrapping your legs around his waist. Breathy moans escaped Chan's lips. "Do as the princess says," Jisung rasped, stroking Changbin's cock in tandem with Chan's slow ruts. Chan felt himself losing composure, "Okay, if anything happens say red and I'll stop, pup," he said, hooking your legs over his shoulders.

You nodded, "Okay, alpha. Pl-please fuck me hard," you sniffled, heat spreading under your skin. Chan growled, staring at the subtle bulge appearing with each drag of his cock within your hole. "Please," you whimpered, staring up at him. With that, the remaining composure Chan held left. He pulled out slightly, drawing a loud whine from you, only to fuck you in one quick thrust. You choked on your whine, sputtering as Chan fucked you in a hungry daze. "Alpha!" you wailed, arching your back.

Chan gruffed, nosing your neck while keeping his unrelenting pace. You sobbed, tears streaming down your cheeks at the constant pleasure setting your nerves on fire. Chan grunted, feeling his knot grow with each thrust. You bared your neck for him "Chan!" you wailed, pushing against his thrusts. Chan clenched his jaw, reaching his hand down to rub your swollen clit "Are you close, little one?" he asked.

Your body tensed up, bundling parts of the carpet into your palm "So so cl-close," you choked up, quivering under Chan's mercy. Chan picked up his tempo, fucking his knot into your walls. You cried out, feeling his knot stretch your walls further. Chan grunted, "Cum for me, omega," he commanded, fucking his knot into your pussy. "F-fuck!" you cursed, cumming around Chan's cock. "Fuck," Chan groaned, nosing your neck as his knot locked itself within you. 

He kissed up your nose, "Relax omega," he whispered, sinking his teeth into your scent gland. You mewled, writhing under his hold. Chan growled against your skin as your walls flutter around his knot. He rolled his hips and with one last powerful thrust, his knot snapped. A copious amount of semen filled your pussy. Chan pulled off your scent gland, "You're ours now," he growled, licking the mark. You purred, milking every last drop of his cum. 

Chan shifted your legs off his shoulders, "There's one more thing you have to do, pup," he whispered. Jisung stroked your hair, "This will be quick, princess," he said, cumming on your torso. One by one they came on you, coating their scents on your body. You giggled, tasting the citrus scent you smelled from the dining table. Chan cooed, finding you endearing "Our little omega," he said, scooping the cum for you to taste. You parted your lips, sucking Chan's cum slicked fingers till there was nothing left. 

Minho tapped Chan's shoulder, "Wipe her down, we'll get the bath ready," he said, handing Chan a wet towel. You preened under Chan's gentle touches. "The pack's bed is ready, there are clothes from everyone if you want to nest, princess," Jisung said, wiping the cum off your hair. You nodded, barely able to open your eyes. Chan chuckled, "Such a sweet and sated little one," he said, stroking your cheek. You gave him a dopey smile, "Thank you, alpha," you slurred, exhaustion catching up to you. Chan cooed, "It's our pleasure," he said.

[letruyuread]

I've decided to continue the small thoughts thing, even if I haven't done their books yet. Some might be ooc. I've tried🥲

Vil knows he's beautiful. With makeup, without, in a gorgeous outfit or simple sweats. It just means a little bit more when you tell him he's gorgeous and he wasn't even trying. He just woke up, and you're already showering him with affection. He IS gorgeous- but could you say it one more time, please?

Rook... hold on. (Rapid fire research go!) He, of course, thinks you're beautiful. He may be stalkerish, like he is with Leona and the twins, but it's all in good intentions. You're interesting! He is a hunter, after all. I think his heart softens when you pay attention to him, to. Say something to him in French, or listen to his poetry. Compliment his eyesight. He'll fall a little bit harder. (Can you tell how much I relied on the wiki-)

I already love Epel, despite not having met him yet. He wants to be reliable for you- a real man! Yes, he's adorable, don't tell him that, he'll pout. Just let him help you. Anything, really, he'll carry your books or help you fix up Ramshackle. He'll get flustered in you ask him to teach you the apple-carving thing, though.

Idia was the one who got me to play the game (just like me fr). You'll have to befriend Ortho first- not hard, just find the little guy and be nice! He'll quickly start to see you as an older sibling the more you help him (please I want to adopt this kid). And, you're the perfect person to help his brother come out of his shell! Ortho will introduce you two, help Idia overcome his shyness (on occasion) and soon Idia's comfortable around you! Mission accomplished! Idia, then, lets you into his room and plays games with you. He tries to communicate with you, though them- it's just a bit easier to play a dating sim with you than to ask you out.

(oof fae time)

Malleus is awkward in an odd way. He's not shy or nervous, he simply doesn't know how to interact with you. He's trying, forgive him if he says the wrong thing, he never ever meant to insult you. In fact, he might already think you're betrothed- you'll have to put it to him gently that you weren't even dating, and that relationships usually go much slower than that. He learns quick, at least.

Lilia is old. That is undeniable, and it's funny to think he's going to college with his sons. He plays into his silliness, loving to surprise you and prank you and such. He loves to play into his age, too. Whenever you get a bit too mad, he's suddenly complaining about his back, all hunched over and holding his spine. See through his antics. Give him the scolding he deserves, I beg you. It won't stop him at all- this is how faes court, after all! (No it's not old man-)

Sebek is intense. He does exactly as he said he would when taking an interest in someone: writing them love letters every moon, and every fifth moon, including a picture of himself. It's what Lilia taught him! Yes, he's taking it very seriously! It's up to you to tell him Lilia may have been tricking him... and/or taking over the courting yourself. You'll never get anywhere, otherwise. Just be... patient.

Silver... is tired. Yes, such a surprise. He's a sweetie, though, always trying to help you out while stifling a yawn. His animal friends give you gifts, too. Nuts and seeds and feathers. Keep them in a small box- if Silver finds out, he'll be so touched. He told his friends to give you this stuff! And you kept them! Did you even realize they were from him? Doesn't matter, as long as they made you happy.

(I hope I did well!)

[fr0stf4ll]

Forge of Starlight - Part 13

paring; Azriel x reader

summary; In the heart of Velaris, a skilled blacksmith's quiet life is turned upside down when unexpected bonds begin to form with the enigmatic Spymaster of the Night Court. As she navigates the challenges of her craft and the complexities of newfound relationships, she discovers that love and loyalty may be the strongest forces of all in a world where darkness often lingers just beyond the light.

word count ; 4.5k

warning; /

notes; Enjoy this chapter ;))

here is the link for part 12 or part 14

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The morning was crisp and clear as you stood outside your apartment, waiting for Cassian to arrive. You had spent the last few days organizing your paperwork into a large, sturdy pouch, and now it was finally time to take everything to Rhys at the House of Wind. The pouch was heavy, filled with all the contacts, contracts, and notes you’d gathered over the years, and you slung it over your shoulder with a sense of accomplishment.

Cassian arrived with his usual swagger, a wide grin on his face as he approached. “Ready to go?” he asked, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he took in the size of the pouch.

You nodded, but gave him a stern look. “Yes, but I’m warning you—be careful while flying. If you make me lose even one of these papers, you’ll be the one going after it.”

Cassian threw his head back and laughed, his wings spreading wide as he prepared to take off. “No promises! But I’ll do my best. Just hold on tight.”

You rolled your eyes, already sensing that this flight was going to be anything but smooth. You handed the pouch to Cassian, who slung it over his shoulder with ease, and then he scooped you up in his arms, his wings giving a powerful beat as he lifted off the ground.

The initial ascent was smooth enough, but as soon as you were high above the city, Cassian couldn’t resist the urge to show off. He banked sharply to the left, and then to the right, his laughter ringing out as he swooped and dove through the sky.

“Cassian!” you shouted, your grip on his shirt tightening as you clung to him. “Stop messing around! I swear, if you drop me or that pouch—”

He just laughed harder, clearly enjoying your reaction. “Come on, Y/N! Where’s your sense of adventure?”

You glared at him, but the truth was, you couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. Despite your protests, there was something exhilarating about the way he flew, the wind rushing past you, the city of Velaris spread out far below.

But then Cassian executed a particularly sharp dive, and your stomach lurched. You instinctively grabbed his shirt with both hands, your heart racing. “Cassian, I swear, if you don’t stop—”

He looked down at you, still grinning but with a touch of concern in his eyes. “You’re not scared, are you?” he teased, though his voice held a note of reassurance.

“I’m not scared,” you grumbled, though your grip on his shirt betrayed you. “Just… let’s get there in one piece, alright?”

Cassian chuckled, his laughter more good-natured this time. “Alright, alright. I’ll behave. But you have to admit, it’s kind of fun.”

You huffed, but you couldn’t deny the thrill that came with flying like this, even if Cassian’s antics were a bit much. “Maybe just a little,” you admitted begrudgingly.

Cassian’s grin widened as he leveled out the flight, making the rest of the journey smoother and more comfortable. You could feel the tension in your body slowly easing as you relaxed into his hold, the wind cooling your cheeks as you soared over the city.

Before long, the House of Wind came into view, its imposing structure perched high above the cliffs of Velaris. Cassian began his descent, this time taking care to land gently on the balcony, much to your relief.

Once on solid ground, he set you down carefully, still chuckling as he adjusted the pouch on his shoulder. “See? No harm done.”

You shot him a mock glare, but the corner of your mouth quirked up in a smile. “Next time, I’m bringing a parachute.”

Cassian laughed heartily at that, handing you the pouch as you both made your way inside. “You might just need it if you keep flying with me.”

The two of you continued down the hallway, the familiar corridors of the House of Wind greeting you with their grand architecture and expansive views of the city below. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation as you approached Rhysand’s study, the pouch of documents growing heavier in your hand with each step.

Cassian knocked on the door, his usual confidence returning as he pushed it open and gestured for you to enter. “After you, Y/N. Rhys is expecting you.”

You took a deep breath, steadying yourself as you stepped into the room. Rhysand looked up from his desk, a welcoming smile on his face as he saw you.

“Y/N,” he greeted warmly, standing to meet you. “I’ve been looking forward to this. I hear you’ve been busy.”

You nodded, returning his smile as you set the pouch on his desk. “Very busy. I’ve gone through everything, and I think I’ve found some contacts and resources that could be really beneficial for the Night Court.”

Rhysand’s eyes gleamed with interest as he opened the pouch, glancing at the neatly organized documents inside. “I can’t wait to go through all of this. Thank you, Y/N. I know it must have been a lot of work.”

“It was,” you admitted, “but it was worth it. I’m glad I could contribute.”

Rhysand looked at you with a mix of gratitude and respect. “Your help is invaluable, Y/N. The Night Court is lucky to have you.”

You felt a warmth in your chest at his words, the sense of belonging you’d felt growing stronger with each passing day. 

As you settled into a chair across from Rhysand, Cassian leaned casually against the doorframe, his arms crossed as he listened in. The study was as grand as you remembered, with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the city below. The soft light of the morning filtered through, casting a warm glow over the room as you began to unpack the contents of the pouch.

Rhysand watched with keen interest as you spread the documents and notes across the desk, each one carefully labeled and organized. “You’ve certainly been busy,” he remarked, a hint of admiration in his voice.

You nodded, feeling a sense of pride in the work you’d done. “I wanted to make sure I had everything in order before presenting it to you. There’s a lot to go over, but I think you’ll find it valuable.”

Rhysand leaned forward, his attention fully on you. “I’m all ears, Y/N. Show me what you’ve found.”

You took a deep breath and began, starting with the contacts you’d established across Prythian and the continent. “First, I’ve categorized the producers and merchants who have been reliable over the years. These are people who can be trusted for high-quality goods and services, whether it’s raw materials, finished products, or even discreet services that might be needed for more sensitive operations.”

You handed Rhysand a list, each name accompanied by notes on their strengths and specialties. He scanned the document, nodding thoughtfully as he took in the information.

“There’s also a section on the Day Court,” you continued, moving on to the next set of documents. “Helion’s court is rich in resources, and they’re very open to trade and alliances. I’ve worked with several of his advisors in the past, and they’ve always been straightforward and reliable. I think strengthening our relationship with the Day Court could be incredibly beneficial for the Night Court, especially in terms of shared resources and knowledge.”

Rhysand raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. “Helion is a valuable ally, and I agree—building on that relationship could open up a lot of opportunities for us.”

You smiled, encouraged by his response. “The Winter Court is another option. Kallias is cautious, but he’s also fair. I’ve had good dealings with him, and I think with the right approach, we could establish a stronger alliance there as well. They have access to resources that could complement what we have here in the Night Court, particularly when it comes to trade routes and certain raw materials.”

Rhysand leaned back in his chair, his gaze thoughtful as he considered your words. “Our relationship with Kallias are decent, and I’ve been meaning to find ways to deepen our ties with the Winter Court. Your insight will be invaluable in that.”

You nodded, feeling a growing sense of confidence as you continued. “I’ve also included some contacts on the continent—merchants, nobles, and even a few courtiers who could be useful if we ever need to expand our reach beyond Prythian. These are people I’ve built relationships with over the years, and I believe they could be valuable allies if approached correctly.”

Rhysand took the document you handed him, his eyes scanning the names and notes with keen interest. “This is… impressive, Y/N. I knew you had connections, but I didn’t realize just how extensive your network was.”

You felt a flush of pride at his words, but you remained focused on the task at hand. “I’ve spent a lot of time building these relationships, and I’m glad they can be of use to the Night Court. I believe that with the right approach, we can create strong partnerships and alliances that will benefit us all.”

Rhysand looked up from the documents, his expression one of genuine admiration. “You’ve done more than just gather information, Y/N. You’ve laid the groundwork for something truly significant. This network you’ve built—it’s not just valuable; it’s powerful. And it could change the way we interact with the other courts and the continent.”

You felt a swell of emotion at his words, the weight of the past few weeks lifting slightly as you realized just how much your efforts were appreciated. “Thank you, Rhys. I’m just glad I could contribute.”

Rhysand smiled, a warm, approving smile that made you feel truly valued. “You’ve done more than contribute, Y/N. You’ve given us a path forward, one that I believe will be crucial in the days to come.”

Cassian, who had been silently listening, finally spoke up, a grin on his face. “I told you she’s a force to be reckoned with, Rhys.”

Rhysand chuckled, nodding in agreement. “That she is. And I’m grateful to have you on our side, Y/N.”

You returned his smile, a sense of fulfillment settling in your chest. The work you’d done was important, and it was clear that Rhysand saw the value in it. And as you sat there, surrounded by the supportive presence of Cassian and the genuine respect of Rhysand, you knew that you were exactly where you were meant to be.

The rest of the meeting was spent discussing the next steps, how to approach the various contacts and what strategies might be most effective. Rhysand was thorough, asking questions and offering insights, but he also trusted your judgment, allowing you to take the lead in certain areas.

By the time the meeting concluded, you felt a renewed sense of purpose. The Night Court was more than just a place you had found refuge—it was a place where you could make a difference, where your skills and knowledge were not only valued but crucial.

As you stood to leave, Rhysand walked you to the door, his expression still filled with that same warm admiration. “Thank you again, Y/N. I’m looking forward to seeing how all of this unfolds. And remember, you’re always welcome here—both as an advisor and as a friend.”

You smiled, touched by his words. “Thank you, Rhys. I’ll do everything I can to help.”

With a final nod, you and Cassian made your way out of the study and back into the bustling corridors of the House of Wind. The flight back home would be less nerve-wracking, you were sure, but the sense of accomplishment and belonging would stay with you long after you touched back down.

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The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting Velaris in a soft, dusky glow as you made your way to the Town House. The familiar path felt comforting, and there was a sense of anticipation bubbling in your chest as you approached the grand doors. It had been a week since Azriel had left for the Illyrian camps, and tonight’s dinner would mark his return.

As you entered the Town House, the warm light from within greeted you, along with the familiar sound of laughter and conversation drifting from the dining room. You could already hear Cassian’s booming voice, followed by Mor’s playful retorts, and you couldn’t help but smile at the lively atmosphere.

You were just about to step into the dining room when you felt strong arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you into a warm, familiar embrace. The scent of pine and shadows surrounded you, and you instantly knew who it was. 

“Azriel,” you whispered, a smile spreading across your face as you leaned back into his embrace.

He didn’t say anything at first, just held you close, his chin resting gently on the top of your head. The warmth of his body against yours, the steady beat of his heart—everything about the moment felt right, like a piece of your world had finally clicked back into place.

“I missed you,” he murmured, his voice low and soft, carrying all the weight of the past week.

“I missed you too,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper as you placed your hands over his, squeezing gently.

After a few moments, he released you, and you turned to face him, your heart swelling at the sight of his familiar, handsome face. Azriel’s eyes, dark and intense, softened as they met yours, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Without a word, he took your hand and led you into the dining room, where the rest of the Inner Circle was already seated around the table. The room was filled with warmth and laughter, the scent of roasted meats and fresh bread mingling with the crackling fire in the hearth.

“Y/N!” Mor’s voice called out as you stepped into the room, her face lighting up with a bright smile. She was already seated at the table, a glass of wine in hand. “Come join us! We were just talking about you.”

You chuckled, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks as you made your way to the table. “Hopefully, all good things?”

“Of course,” Cassian chimed in with a grin, raising his glass in a mock toast. “We were just saying how you’ve been holding down the fort while we’ve been off dealing with our own chaos.”

Rhysand, seated at the head of the table, offered you a warm smile as you took your seat. “We’re glad you could make it, Y/N. And thank you again for all the work you’ve done these past few days.”

You nodded, returning his smile. “It was my pleasure. I’m just glad I could help.”

As you settled into your seat, you glanced around the table, noticing that everyone seemed to be in high spirits. The table was laden with food—roasted meats, fresh bread, and an array of vegetables and fruits, all arranged with care. The scent of the meal filled the air, mingling with the warmth of the fire crackling in the hearth.

You took your seat next to Azriel, the two of you sharing a quiet moment as the others continued their conversation. His presence beside you was a comfort, a reminder that despite everything, you were never truly alone.

As dinner was served, the conversation flowed easily around the table. Mor and Cassian kept the mood light with their banter, while Rhysand and Amren occasionally chimed in with wry comments. The laughter was infectious, and you found yourself relaxing into the evening, the weight of the past few weeks lifting with each passing moment.

At one point, Cassian leaned over to Azriel, nudging him with his elbow. “So, Az, anything exciting happen while you were away? Or was it the usual—fighting, training, and scaring the recruits?”

Azriel smirked, shaking his head. “Nothing too exciting. Just the usual chaos. But I did bring back some interesting reports for Rhysand. We’ll go over them tomorrow.”

“Always the diligent one,” Mor teased, raising her glass in a toast. “But we’re glad to have you back, Az. It’s not the same without you.”

Azriel gave her a rare, genuine smile, lifting his own glass in response. “It’s good to be back.”

Your heart warmed at his words, and you couldn’t help but feel a deeper connection to the group. This was more than just a dinner—it was a reunion of friends, of family. And as you glanced around the table, you realized just how lucky you were to have found a place among them.

As the meal continued, the conversation eventually turned to lighter topics—stories of past adventures, plans for future missions, and even a few playful jabs at each other’s expense. At one point, Cassian launched into a particularly embarrassing story about Rhysand’s early days as High Lord, much to everyone’s amusement.

But through it all, you were acutely aware of Azriel’s presence beside you. Every now and then, your hands would brush, or your knees would bump under the table, and each touch sent a pleasant warmth spreading through you. It was as if, despite the lively conversation around you, there was an unspoken connection between the two of you—a bond that had grown stronger during his absence.

As dessert was served—a decadent chocolate cake that Mor had insisted on—you couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment settle over you. The laughter, the warmth, the feeling of being surrounded by people who cared for you—it was exactly what you needed.

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The night had been perfect, filled with laughter, warmth, and the kind of comfort that only comes from being surrounded by those you care about. As the evening began to wind down, you found yourself feeling content, your earlier anxieties having melted away in the presence of your friends—and especially in the presence of Azriel.

But as you moved to help clear the table, you noticed Azriel and Rhysand slipping away toward Rhys’s study, their heads bent together in quiet conversation. Something about the way they moved, the seriousness in their expressions, caught your attention, and you couldn’t help but follow them with your gaze as they disappeared down the hallway.

You hesitated for a moment, then quietly stepped closer to the door, the faint sound of their voices drifting out from the slightly ajar door.

“…have you told her yet?” Rhysand’s voice was low, but you could hear the concern in it.

There was a pause, and then Azriel’s voice, quieter but clear, responded. “Not yet. I… I haven’t found the right moment.”

Rhys sighed softly. “Az, she deserves to know. You’re her mate. This isn’t something you can hide forever.”

Your heart stopped. The world around you seemed to fade away, and all you could hear were those words echoing in your mind. Mate. Azriel is my mate.

The realization hit you like a blow, your breath catching in your throat as the full weight of it settled over you. The bond you had felt, the connection that had been growing between you—it all made sense now. But the suddenness of it, the fact that you hadn’t known, left you reeling.

You felt as if the floor had dropped out from under you, your pulse racing as you struggled to process what you had just heard. A part of you wanted to burst into the room, to demand answers, to confront Azriel about why he hadn’t told you. But another part of you was too stunned, too overwhelmed to do anything but stand there, frozen.

You forced yourself to take a deep breath, to calm the storm of emotions raging inside you. You couldn’t let them see that you had overheard. Not now. Not like this.

With a shaky exhale, you turned and made your way back to the living room, your face carefully composed, even as your mind raced. As you entered the room, Mor looked up, concern flickering in her eyes.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” she asked, her tone gentle.

You managed a smile, though it felt hollow, and nodded. “I’m fine, Mor. Just… thinking about the night, that’s all.”

Mor studied you for a moment longer, as if sensing that something was off, but she didn’t press the issue. Instead, she gave you a warm smile and a quick hug. “Alright. If you say so.”

Before you could respond, Azriel and Rhysand returned to the room, their conversation evidently finished. You could feel Azriel’s gaze on you, the intensity of it almost too much to bear. But you avoided his eyes, not ready to face him—not after what you had just learned.

“I think it’s time for me to head home,” you said, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside you. “It’s been a long day.”

Cassian, ever the boisterous one, pulled you into a bear hug. “You did great today, Y/N. Thanks for everything.”

You hugged him back, forcing a smile. “Thank you, Cass. It was good to see you.”

Next was Mor, who gave you a quick squeeze and a kiss on the cheek. “We’ll do another girls’ night soon, okay?”

“Definitely,” you replied, the words feeling distant as your mind remained occupied with the revelation you had just overheard.

You turned to Rhysand, who was watching you with his usual calm, assessing gaze. “Thank you for dinner, Rhys. It was… wonderful.”

“You’re always welcome here, Y/N,” Rhysand said with a smile, though his eyes held a hint of something deeper—an understanding, perhaps. “Get home safe.”

You nodded, then finally turned to Azriel, who had been watching you with a concerned expression. “I’ll walk you home,” he offered, his voice gentle, almost hesitant.

You knew you couldn’t refuse, not without raising suspicion, so you nodded. “Alright.”

As you walked side by side through the quiet streets of Velaris, the night air cool against your skin, the silence between you and Azriel grew heavier with each passing moment. The weight of what you had overheard back at the Town House was pressing down on you, making it impossible to keep your thoughts from swirling.

Azriel had been stealing glances at you, his brow furrowed with concern, but he hadn’t said anything yet. Finally, unable to bear the tension any longer, he stopped walking, turning to face you with that same look of quiet worry.

“Y/N,” he began softly, his voice breaking the silence, “is everything alright? You’ve been quiet.”

You stopped too, your heart pounding in your chest. This was it—the moment you had been dreading and anticipating all at once. The words tumbled out before you could stop them, your emotions too raw to keep hidden any longer.

“Azriel,” you started, your voice shaking slightly, “I overheard you and Rhys talking.”

His expression immediately shifted, his eyes widening in surprise and concern. “What… what did you hear?”

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, but the emotions were too strong. “I heard him ask you if you’ve told me yet—that we’re mates.”

Azriel froze, his face paling as the reality of your words sunk in. For a moment, he looked as if he didn’t know what to say, his usual calm demeanor shattered by the unexpected confrontation.

You continued, the hurt and confusion you had been holding back finally spilling out. “Why didn’t you tell me, Azriel? Why didn’t you say anything? How long have you known?”

His mouth opened, but no words came out at first. He took a step toward you, his expression full of regret and fear. “Y/N, I… I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to keep it from you, I swear. I’ve known for a while, but… I was afraid. I didn’t know how you’d react, and I didn’t want to overwhelm you.”

You could feel your heart breaking as you listened to him, torn between the deep bond you felt with him and the betrayal of having this truth kept from you. “Afraid?” you echoed, your voice rising with emotion. “Az, you’re my mate. Don’t you think I had the right to know? To make my own decisions about this?”

He winced at the pain in your voice, his shoulders slumping as if under a great weight. “I know,” he said quietly, his voice filled with anguish. “I know, and I hate myself for not telling you sooner. But… I wanted to give you time, to let you heal from everything you’ve been through. I didn’t want to add more to your plate when you were already dealing with so much.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you struggled to process everything. You knew that Azriel cared for you deeply, that he had always been there for you, but this revelation had shaken you to your core. “You should have trusted me, Azriel,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “You should have trusted me to handle it, to make my own choices.”

He reached out, his hand hovering just inches from yours as if afraid to touch you. “I do trust you, Y/N. More than anyone. And that’s why I’m telling you now—I love you. I have for so long, and I was terrified of losing you, of doing something wrong that would push you away. But I know now that keeping this from you was a mistake.”

You closed your eyes, feeling a tear slip down your cheek. “I don’t know what to do, Az. I don’t know how to feel about all of this.”

Azriel stepped closer, his voice desperate and filled with emotion. “You don’t have to decide anything right now. Just… just know that I’m here for you, no matter what. And I’m so, so sorry for keeping this from you. I’ll do whatever it takes to make it right.”

You opened your eyes, meeting his gaze. The sincerity, the regret, and the love in his eyes were unmistakable, and it made your heart ache even more. Despite everything, you couldn’t deny the connection between you, the bond that had always been there, even if you hadn’t realized it.

“I need time, Az,” you said softly, your voice trembling. “I need time to process all of this.”

He nodded, his eyes full of understanding and pain. “Of course. Take all the time you need. I’ll be here, waiting, whenever you’re ready.”

For a long moment, the two of you just stood there, the night air cool around you, the weight of the unspoken words hanging between you. Finally, you took a step back, needing some distance to gather your thoughts.

“I’m going to head home,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Azriel nodded again, his expression filled with a deep sadness. “I’ll walk you.”

You didn’t argue, knowing that despite everything, you still felt safer with him by your side. The walk home was silent, the tension between you palpable. When you finally reached your door, you turned to face him, your heart heavy with everything that had been left unsaid.

“Thank you for walking me home,” you said, your voice strained with emotion.

Azriel looked at you with such an intensity that it nearly took your breath away. “I love you, Y/N,” he said softly, his voice breaking. “No matter what happens, I just need you to know that.”

You swallowed hard, the tears threatening to spill over again. “I know, Az. I know.”

And with that, you turned and entered your home, the door closing softly behind you, leaving Azriel standing alone in the cold night, his heart as heavy as yours.

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[sonokido]

New reader to the comic and can't believe how much I'm enjoying it! Also, if it's okay for me to ask, do any of Olea's teammates actually consider her a friend? They don't seem to enjoy her antics during the game, but her and Nico were just chilling at the court together when we first saw them. I'm just curious what her relationship with the other Hunters are.

It's a very scary relationship... I think they were sent out by the coach for some light training, and Nico didn't really have anything much to do that day at the mall! He would prefer not to go, but you wouldn't disobey a captain's orders, right?

[fabuloushornet]

I think something really underrated is the relationship between doc and sally. the court room scene where she compliments his appearance and he sees right through it and asks her what she wants, him rolling his eyes at her speech; they don’t have a lot of interactions on-screen but they are clearly, to some extent, close. close enough to be familiar with the other’s antics. i don’t think it’s a father/daughter relationship but it still has a lot of potential that i don’t think has been fully realized.

[hanafubukki]

Fake dating with Sebek where it starts with Lilia and Malleus wanting to give him a little push into a new experience, so they tell him that they won't allow him to attend 'x' event with Malleus unless he is courting someone by/during that time. They don't even plan on enforcing it- of course they'll bring him with no matter what.

And Sebek is flip-flopping because he'll throw a tantrum to go with no matter what and why should he get a date just in order to join his liege? But at the same time, it's this very liege who is asking him to find a date and he doesn't want to disappoint him. And it's the latter that wins out- sort of. He approaches you to fake court him. Of course it won't be real, it is simply to appease his master and make HIM happy. He's all smiles when he reports to Malleus and Lilia that he has found someone to court and give them your name when they ask who. But wanting to tease him some, they tell him they look forward to seeing the two of you be coupley. Which makes him panic slightly. He didn't think he'd actually have to- to SHOW them. It should be fine if you take the lead, right? You can fawn over him while he still focuses on Malleus. And that's how it kind of turns out- you let him stay himself while you play the part of the loving girlfriend, which became more and more real the longer it went on. You started seeing different sides of Sebek, finding out more of how his thought process worked- and he was unconsciously gravitating towards you as well. He'd hold the door open for you without realizing it. Instead of walking away once HE'S done talking, he'd wait for you to finish so you could depart together. It'd become natural to sit next to you at lunch instead of you pretending to pout and ask why he wasn't sitting next to his girlfriend.

Sebek didn't notice these changes, though. So when the day of 'x' event came, he went over the plan with you again. This was the last day of being 'together'. If questioned, you'd say it was a mutual decision to break it off. That you just weren't right for each other. He went into the event with you on his arm, and he left without you. The next morning he woke up, ready to being the day like any other from before the fake dating happened. It should be no problem. He hadn't been committed, it wasn't a real relationship- he had nothing to recover from. But things felt off regardless. He found himself making a comment and looking to his side to see if you'd heard him, but you weren't there. Of course you weren't. He'd sit down for lunch but not eat, and when asked why he'd automatically respond that he doesn't eat until you have sat down as well (Lilia reminds him that you won't be there. You broke up, after all). He goes to bed at his usual time, but it feels too early as he had gotten used to having a small conversation before you'd leave his room to back to ramshackle. He started missing you. Your smiles, your comments and opinions, when you'd lift your snack to his lips to he could have a bite, the conflict of whether to feel insulted or embarrassed when you'd give him the occasional doodle you drew of him and Malleus together, or just himself. The reliable presence he would stand by whenever you shared a class together, getting to show you his impressive skills, having to pull you out of the way of something so you don't trip...

You're both back to where you were before, but it doesn't feel better.

…Anonie!! Come back!! You can’t do this to me. I was grinning happily at the cute antics and then you left it there!!

I woke up to this and was reading this expecting a cute ending or something but you ended it there 😭😭

It would be Malleus and Lilia who would mess with Sebek like this wouldn’t it? Sebek would take it to heart and try his best 🥹 and something tells me they know that it was planned, but can see him fall for you. And now are waiting to see him realize it too and get you back 🥹😭 (Lilia is taking bets I tell you 😂)

The way he would open the door for you, wait for you, sit next to you, and then he wouldn’t eat until you came!!!

Him just so used to your presence.

Sebek out here being the best husband 🥹💞💚

ANONIE COME BACK, don’t leave me like this 😭💔

[fluffyf0x]

heyyy congrats on 100🥳🥳

can i order Hazelnut Mocha with Akaashi?make it about laughs and giggles provide my bby is not just stoic guy😭

One Hazelnut Mocha for Akaashi Keiji!

Hazelnut Mocha - Dynamics

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Antics

Now Playing: Nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter

Treat me like a queen now got me feelin thrown

Truly, Akaashi Keiji will never be for Sunshine x Grumpy. He isn't too bubbly or energetic like Bokuto, God forbid he has enough energy. But at the same time he's not too grumpy or stoic like Kageyama, he knows how to have fun every now and then without being awkward about it. So he definitely has that crossed out for his dynamics with you.

Maybe he should ask you instead.

Nope, cross that out, never.

Akaashi loves taking care of you. Spoiling you. He'll take you out for dinner, make sure you're safe and sound until you get home. Have a great relationship with your parents. He'll plan our your dates accordingly. He'll bring over flowers. Make you coffee in the morning. He'll make you breakfast in bed. He'd cater to your needs in bed. Whatever you prefer. He won't be afraid to brag about you to everyone. He'll stay loyal. He'll treat you like a princess, no, a queen. He'll do everything. He really loves you.

But sometimes. He really just doesn't get your antics.

"Keiji, Keiji, Keiji" You chirp. Hopping to him and leaning for support from his shoulders. He glanced over to you. Smiling as he kissed your cheek.

"Hey baby"

"Are you studying right now?" You ask. He nods. You hum.

"Okay, I'll just ask later then"

"What? Why what is it?" He grabs your wrist before you completely turn away from him. His glasses rested nicely on the bridge of his nose. You sighed.

"Keiji, promise to tell the truth and only the truth?"

Akaashi blinked. "What? Am I in court right now?" He chuckled, fixing his glasses.

"Yes. So are you only going to tell the truth?"

"Why? What is it?"

"Keiji. Only the truth." You said, your voice stern. Akaashi felt a little nervous. What are you saying? Did something happen?

"Okay, only the truth" he nods and takes a deep breath. What was going on?

"Would you love me if I was a worm?"

Huh?

"I- Y/n what?" Akaashi sighed, his hand was on his chest. Worried it was something serious.

"Come on! Would you still love me if I was worm?" You prodded. Shaking his shoulders. The man yelped, laughing at your question.

"Baby-"

You cut him off "So? Would you still love me?"

"Well, if you turned into a worm, its still you so-"

"But what if I was a worm from the start?"

"Baby why would you even be a worm?" He asks, he's trying his best to not laugh.

"Hypothetically speaking!"

"As long as it's you, I'd love anything as long as it's you." He says, a soft smile etched on his face. You widen your eyes, a faint tint of red evident on your cheeks. He pecks your nose, cupping your face. Akaashi thought, why would he care what dynamics the two of you fit in? All that ever matters is that the woman he loves is you. Past all those odd questions and stupid antics.

"As long as it's you, my love."

Aaaaaaaa haven't posted in three days lols. Might catch up to some today and tomorrow!! But tysm for participating!!

[lunarmoonanons]

Dragon Sisters

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YN finally goes out to the gardens in her colourful outfits. Wanting to spend the day with her dearest sister

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It was always a treat to see the Targaryen princesses in their colourful and elaborate outfits. YN liked to dress up in her lovely outfits for her sister’s amusement. She had taken a respite from her colourful outfits since the death of her dear sister Daella, having worn black for a year. In the bright year of 84 AC, YN retired her black dresses for her colourful dresses once again. Her friend, Coren Thorne, had been a comfort to her and had finally convinced her to allow herself to feel happy once again. 

So on a bright warm springtime morning, YN finished her letter to Coren and asked for her maid to bring her light purple dress, one that flowed ever so gently in the wind and embroidered with butterflies in the skirt. She gave her letter to her maid, asking that it be delivered to her friend, then finally left her room preparing for the gazes of the court. 

She left quite the impression on the people in the keep who had grown used to seeing the mournful princess. YN paid them no mind, occasionally acknowledging the compliments that were given to her, but she intended to go to the gardens and find her mother or sister there. She knew her happy visage would make Saera happy. But before she was there she came across her dearest older sister Alyssa. She was in riding gear, which made YN smile at her sister’s antics. Even now, as heavily pregnant as she was, Alyssa would go flying. Alyssa smiled at her favorite sister, and opened her arms for YN to run into. 

“My dear baby sister. It’s so good to see you in colours again.”  Alyssa laughed and kissed the top of YN’s silver hair. 

“You should be taking care of yourself. What would the Maester say if he knew you were flying so late into your pregnancy.” YN teased and pulled back. 

“He would be too scared to dare speak against me.” Alyssa laughed. “Where are you going my dearest?” 

“I wanted to go into the garden and find Saera, or mother. I think seeing me in colours again would make them happy.” 

Alyssa wrapped one arm around the girl’s shoulders. “Then let’s go and find them.” 

YN smiled and rested her head against her sister’s shoulder. She always knew Alyssa would be there for her. When it wasn’t her and Saera, it was her and Alyssa. The two were so close. YN loved her older sister Alyssa so dearly, she had been her protector, her confidant, her dearest sibling. She knew that if she told Alyssa about her and Saera’s deep love for each other then Alyssa would understand. 

But she didn’t tell her. Saera knew the world better and knew no one could be promised with the knowledge of their relationship. So she made YN swear to not speak of their stolen kisses and their daring romance.

So as the two made their way to the gardens. Speaking about their mornings and how YN was getting along with her friend and penpal, Coren. Alyssa spoke about her dear sons, and how she was certain the babe in her belly was another boy. YN was very interested in her nephews and always asked about them when she could. 

When they finally found their way to the garden, Alyssa and YN looked around for their mother or sister. YN stopped by one of the flowers that bloomed recently and plucked it from its root and twirled it between her delicate fingers. She knew she would give it to her sister, Viserra. Alyssa steered YN away and then walked till they heard slightly raised and angry voices. When they came across the source, Alyssa rolled her eyes at the sight of Saera arguing with their mother. 

“I can associate with whomever I want to mother! It’s not your business nor is it father’s what i do with my time!” Saera snapped and threw her hands in the air. 

“I have every right to know who you spend time with and what you do! I am your mother!” Alysanne argued. 

“You spend all your time with Gael and Viserra! Let them occupy your concern rather than me!” Saera turned away and stopped her angry expression when she saw her dearest love YN in colours again. 

“Oh my dear one. How lovely you look.” Alysanne smiled and walked toward her daughters. Kissing Alyssa on the cheek then wrapping YN in a tight hug. “I’m so happy to see you so happy.” 

“Thank you mother.” YN whispered and kissed her cheek. 

“I must away. Viserra promised to show me her embroidery.” Alysanne excused herself. Alyssa, not wanting to speak to Saera, having not the best relationship with her, decided to leave with her mother and hugged YN for a moment before turning away. 

YN walked toward Saera who had turned away from them and wrapped her arms around herself. She looked defeated and upset at everything, wanting nothing more than to be in YN’s arms. 

“Saera?... Would you like this flower I plucked for you?” YN asked. What she was really saying was would she like to be held. Only her and Saera understood that. 

“Oh YN.” Saera sobbed and held her close.”I hate them. I hate how they are always disappointed in me. I hate them, I hate them, I hate them.”

YN sighed and held her close then pulled away to look in her eyes. “I’m not disappointed in you. You could never disappoint me. I love you.”

Saera wiped her eyes and rested her forehead against YN’s. “I just wish they were more like you. I could be happy with only you. My dear one.” 

They both smiled at each other, before Saera brought her lips to YN’s and gave her a loving kiss. YN knew she was still very upset, but when they were together they could pretend it was only the two of them in the world. YN could always understand Saera better than the rest of her family. 

“Would you like to spend the day together?” YN asked as she placed the flower behind Saera’s ear. Twirling the locks of Saera’s silver hair.

“I would love to.” 

So they ran to their secluded part of the garden that very few would go to. The spot that looked over the blackwater. Only going out to order the servants to bring them food and drink. For a day the two could pretend it was only the two of them in the whole world.

[cauldron-of-oddities]

The people of Zaun have been gifted with the ability to shapsift into birds that reflect their personalities. These stories are how an Owl and a Crow grow up (or should I say Ekko and Jinx).

These are predominantly fluffy, fun, and lighthearted. The antics and growing relationship of Ekko and Jinx/Powder and family bonding and shenanigans. This having been said, the world is far from ideal, so something may yet rear its head.( I have an idea for an extended story in which the birds seek freedom, a magpie and a bearded vulture make an appearance, and there may be a very confused pilty. If there's anyone who wants to play sounding board...)

Some are still more headcannons and / or ideas, but will be worked into stories.

Asks are always open as I love this little AU and I love to dive into it.

The Owl and the Crow

Blue & Pretty things - The first true change happens when you turn 13

Ghost stories - Speech is a strange thing from a bird and oh the fun you can have. So says the crow.

I spy with my little eye - a birds eye view is helpful. in looking for the perfect gift and a (not) date.

Feathers - feathers make pretty jewellery, and Ekko makes a few - this is more an idea collection

Feel the rush - A brother can be a right pain. How do you solve your argument? You challenge each other to a race and go practice with your (boy) best friend

High up in the branches part 1 - Ekko has a little crisis, what if things change in a way you don't want.

Changes - a conversation between Powder and Vander on shifts in relationships and change.

High up in the braches part 2 - Powder takes the matters into her own hands.

Turn on the charm - headcannons for 'courting'

Feather-tales - Sometimes, the magic that changes you hiccups, and as a chick, the world can be rather scary. So Vander tells a bedtime story.

[a-court-of-fics-and-errors]

Keep Moving Forwards, Part 17

Azriel x Reader Fic

Summary: After finally deciding to leave your abusive and manipulative mate for good, you find unexpected companionship with Azriel, the Shadowsinger of the Night Court. As you navigate the aftermath of your traumatic relationship, you struggle to understand where the mating bond went wrong and contemplate your path forward, vowing never to return to the past.

Find other parts here: Master List

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Content Warning: This story contains depictions of extreme emotional manipulation and abuse, detailed descriptions of direct physical abuse, and scenes of men hunting women with implied sexual assault. Please read at your own risk.

Word Count: 3.2K

Author's Note: This is a multi-part series. Unlike my previous works, this fanfiction delves deeper than just fluff, exploring complex emotional landscapes. As I navigate this new writing journey, I kindly ask for gentle feedback. The topics addressed are profoundly impactful, touching many lives with diverse experiences. Please be gentle with yourselves and others. Healing is a journey, and everyone processes it differently. Be kind to yourself. Take what resonates, and leave what doesn’t.

Please continue reading, being aware of the above content warnings, ensuring you are in a healthy headspace. Give yourself time to process and be gentle with yourself.

Time marched slowly forward as the leaves transitioned from their lush greens to the vibrant oranges and reds of September, eventually cascading to the ground in early October. During this period, you and Kai navigated the intricacies of your blossoming relationship. Your visits to the village became more frequent, turning day trips into extended stays where you would help his mother tend to her garden or bake, and assist with various repairs around the village. Nights were often spent at Kai’s cottage, where you would indulge in simple meals, trade stories, and share laughter over spirits and wines obtained from his trades with the lumber crew. The joy and laughter you experienced with Kai were unlike anything you had felt in a long time. 

Kai had a unique way of seeing the world, viewing it through a lens of wonder rather than fear. Every creek was an invitation to explore, every field beckoned to lie beneath the sun, and every moment demanded to be cherished. You often caught him sneaking glances at you across the gardens, flashing a coy smile, to which you would respond by sticking your tongue out. Even his father, usually stoic, couldn't help but smile beneath his beard at his son's antics, especially when Kai followed you on woodland hikes or dove into waterfalls with you.

Despite the ever-present murmur of your mate in the back of your mind, you found it easier and easier to calm it, to let it rest untouched. Kai insisted on keeping physical intimacy to a minimum, stopping wandering hands and lustful moans with a gentle touch or a soft pull away. You would growl in frustration, hungry for more, but he always shook his head, his eyes tracing your lips and the lines of your face before kissing you again. He claimed he wanted to let you heal, to learn how you wanted to be held and touched before progressing further. Though you would roll your eyes and huff, you never fought him on it. Each day, it felt as if the wound that once lay open and bleeding was slowly scabbing over.

You decided to keep your relationship with Kai within the village, reserving the cabin in the woods as a sanctuary for yourself. While you trusted Kai, you couldn't help but prepare for the possibility that the Mother might have other plans, and you didn’t know if you could survive having that place tainted with hurt. Kai never questioned your decision, always kissing you softly on the forehead before you ventured back into the wilderness, promising to return soon.

The shadows that once flitted and flickered in odd ways seemed less frequent, appearing only when you were back at the cabin. You attributed this to the changing leaves and the wind, finding comfort in the thought that the world was simply shifting with the seasons, just as you were.

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“My father and I are making a trip to the city next week,” Kai said, breaking the peaceful silence the two of you had fallen into. You paused, looking up from where you steeped the tea in the kettle on the stove, gazing out into the deep December dredges of blues and purples.

“Fun,” you replied, continuing to bounce the bag within the liquid, which slowly curled with brown swirls.

“I wanted to know if you wanted to join us.”

You sucked your teeth slightly. “Um,” you started, “I don’t know.”

Kai stood from the floor, where he had been idly sharpening one of his saws. “I just thought it might be fun.” He came up behind you, wrapping his long arms around your waist, his face nuzzling into your neck and brushing away your hair with his nose. “Get out for a bit, see something new.”

You smiled, your eyes closing slightly as you leaned your head back. “I don’t know,” you whispered.

“What are you worried about?” he asked, pressing a kiss into your neck.

You shook your head lightly, breathing a sigh. “Nothing, I guess.”

“Then come with us,” he pleaded. “A few days' travel up and back and two days in the city.”

You turned your head to look at him as he rested his chin on your shoulder. “I don’t know if I can manage a week of uninterrupted time with you. I might kill you,” you joked.

“Then I would die happy,” he smiled.

You packed enough clothes to get you through the week, closing down the cabin in the woods for possible snow. While the mountains around you had done a fantastic job breaking up the clouds, a few flurries still managed to make their way down and blanket the floor of the forest in a light frosting. Kai had remarked that it had been a surprisingly light winter so far, and you only prayed it would remain that way.

You brought Clover to the village, securing him in a pen with other mules. He groaned at you as you unbridled him.

“What?” you asked him.

He threw his long snout over his shoulder to look at you, seemingly annoyed with the entire situation. “It’s a week. And you’ll be with friends,” you said, patting his rear lightly.

Clover grumbled in response and sent a huff out through his nose, the condensation swirling in the chill of the morning.

“Did you want your own private suite?” you mockingly asked as you tried to scoot behind him. Clover stood in the covered barn, staring out as other donkeys and horses munched on hay in the middle of the field. “Go,” you bayed him, “be social.”

As you made your way to the gate, he looked at you from the side of his eyes with an incredulous gaze. Apparently, his private life among the forest had spoiled him. You called out, “I’ll see you in a week, you grumpy ass.”

You walked down the slick street of the cottages towards Kai’s place, where you found him just closing the door of the cottage. A warm wool scarf was tied around his neck, covering his mouth slightly. His jacket, worn from years in the snow, had various patches on it and one pocket with a sizeable hole, but the red that shone on his cheeks in the cold sent a smile running through your body.

He turned to look at you and slung his bag up over his back. “Ready?” he asked.

You nodded, and he bounded down the stairs, his legs nearly flying out from under him as he slipped on some ice, but he caught himself with a jolt against the railing. After regaining his composure, he stood and you stifled a giggle that rose from your stomach.

The two of you met his father down by their barn as he was throwing another saddle over the back of one of the lumber horses. These were giant beasts with long flowing manes, their fur longer than the average horse and built as though there was nothing in their body but muscle. The horses let out light chuffs as they idly shifted from hoof to hoof, eager to move their legs that had grown cold in the breeze of early winter.

Kai helped his father attach the pull cart to the back of the largest horse, whose chestnut brown fur was caked with dirt. His father threw a tarp over the load and then promptly went back to the house, claiming he had left something behind.

Kai ran his hands through the mane of his own mare, whom he had named Ingrid, as you slowly brushed your gloved hands down the snout of Lila, the horse you were to trek with.

“She’s a good girl,” Kai called over to you. “Strong and reliable.”

“Maybe I should have told you that I’ve never ridden a horse before we got this far,” you said nervously.

Kai’s eyes widened. “Never?” You shook your head in response. “Well, I guess I’m glad you’re telling me now.” He walked over to you, his boots crunching down the frost of the barn floor. He explained how to get onto the horse, and more importantly, how to get off without falling, and went over basic commands which Lila followed without much hesitation. “She knows the way,” Kai told you. “She’ll keep you safe.”

Kai grabbed the small stool from the side of the barn and placed it next to Lila. You hoisted one leg over the top of her, your thigh barely able to lift over her height, but with a slightly ungraceful boost from Kai, you were able to settle in. Lila shifted onto her back hooves as you gripped the reins.

Kai tightened the saddle slightly and peered up at you. “You look nice from this angle,” he joked.

You threw him a vulgar gesture as he went to mount his own horse, easily throwing his weight up and over as his father returned, a pack of steaming rolls wrapped in a linen towel, flushing savory smells of warm meats and cheese into your nose. His father gave one to each of you, which you scarfed down greedily while trying to keep one hand steady on Lila. Within five minutes, the three of you were off, just as the sun peeked over the mountain.

You rode for hours through the woods, joking and laughing with Kai, while his father rode ahead, seemingly content in his silence.

Lila trudged forward, very aware of the path and needing little guidance from you, which you were grateful for. Instead of having to focus on her, you cast long glances into the deeper woods where the quiet of winter was settling in. Birds that overwinter chirped above and squirrels sent cascades of snow down from the branches, sometimes landing on your head or down the back of Kai’s shirt, which sent him shivering and gripping for his collar. You stopped only for a quick lunch, becoming increasingly aware that you would have to relieve yourself at some point. However, the idea of going to the bathroom in the woods with two males nearby overwhelmed your need to pee. You also found your thighs sore and your gait slightly wider as you adjusted to the width of Lila.

You made the trip in just under three days, a much shorter ride than the walk that originally brought you to the cabin. As you passed the clearing that you remembered from your initial journey out, you felt your heart catch in your throat as you peered down at the city. The evening light was just settling in off the Sidra as the rooftops, lined with light snow, began to glisten in the pinks of the setting sun.

You made it to the gates just before dark, with Kai’s father showing the documented paperwork that allowed him to sell in the Starfall Festival Market. The guard allowed you all in, and you left the horses near the outer stables, their weary bodies aching from the cold as much as your own. Kai’s father unhooked the cart, storing it in the adjoining pen before the three of you turned to walk into the city, which was still bustling with life. As darkness descended, the fae lights rose in the night.

You took in the sights and sounds of a Velaris winter. The sour aromas of cranberry cider wafted through the air, followed by the savory scents of meat pies and spices. Kai’s father opted to turn in early for the night after checking into the inn where you would be staying. Kai insisted that the two of you head into the city to enjoy the night, and you begrudgingly agreed.

Kai took your hand in his, his fingertips chilled and icy as he led you through the streets. The cobblestones had been cleared of all snow, and you wondered if it had anything to do with magic or if the city cleaners had just swept day in and day out during winter. Kai’s eyes shone bright in the fae light as he marveled at all the sights. Garland was strung between lampposts and houses, red berries nestled within the needles, and wreaths hung on nearly every door. You tried to push down a growing sadness as you held back the memories of your starfalls with your mother.

Kai barely seemed to notice your quiet demeanor as he continued through the streets, dragging you along. Music played from every corner, and Kai stopped at each band for a moment to listen before smiling widely at you. As the two of you passed a pastry shop, he pressed his nose to the glass, admiring the various pastries with fillings spilling over their edges, their buttery toppings glistening under the lights. The whole city seemed unreal, its beauty outshining even the brightest stars, and everyone was out in the streets, shopping for last-minute gifts.

As the crowds grew denser the further into the city you walked, Kai’s grip became tighter as you weaved through the bodies toward the city center, where the market would be

As the crowds grew denser the further into the city you walked, Kai’s grip tightened as you weaved your way through the bustling throngs toward the city center, where the market would be taking place the following night. Vendors were already surveying their booths, setting up colorful displays of goods and wares. Kai wandered between the stalls, stopping to chat with familiar faces while you stood next to him, smiling politely and taking in the lively atmosphere.

When he finally found his father’s booth, where they would be selling woodcarvings from the village lumbermen, Kai was reluctantly convinced to return to the warmth of the inn. 

As the two of you wound your way through the streets, opting this time to take the quieter sidestreets, you watched as Kai continued to marvel at the sights, his eyes lighting up at every possible occasion. The narrow alleys were adorned with twinkling fairy lights and garlands, creating a magical glow that reflected off the cobblestones. The sounds of distant laughter and music filled the air, mingling with the scent of roasted chestnuts and spiced wine.

You both walked in comfortable silence, the cold air nipping at your cheeks and the festive decorations casting a warm glow over the city. Kai’s childlike wonder was infectious, and you found yourself smiling more genuinely as you shared in his excitement. Every so often, he would point out something of interest—a particularly ornate wreath, a musician playing a beautiful melody, or a baker’s stall with intricately decorated pastries.

Kai purchased warm wine for both of you, and you stood against the wall of the Sidra, holding the cup to your nose and savoring the rich aroma. The warm liquid lined your throat, sending a comfortable burn through your body. Its full body and intense flavor made you curl your lips, sucking every last drop as you took in the people wandering before you.

“I’m really happy you came with me,” Kai noted. You turned to look at him through your lashes, now flecked with snowflakes.

You smiled at him. “I’m happy I came too.”

“I know this is probably hard, or it was. But I think that you coming back here is a good thing.”

You nodded, taking another sip of your wine and silently wishing the conversation would be over. You didn’t want your own sad memories and yearning to ruin a good night for the two of you. Just as Kai was about to say something else, you heard a voice yelling his name over the crowd. Kai perked up slightly, trying to peer over the sea of people. When his name was shouted again, Kai began waving, his lanky arm sailing through the flurry of snow as he shouted back, “Sylvan!”

You watched as a male, near the same age as you and Kai, bounded through the crowd, nearly toppling a female carrying three boxes stacked high. He apologized profusely as he continued toward you. The male had pale peach skin, a mess of ginger curls, and a face splattered with freckles. His clothes were much more suited for city life than either yours or Kai’s.

As he approached, Kai reached out in an open-armed hug to embrace the stranger.

“I didn’t think I’d see you until tomorrow!” the ginger-haired fae, giddy with enthusiasm, nearly shook Kai in his arms.

“We beat the storm out. Got in this evening!” Kai replied, pulling back and slapping the other male on the back.

“Where’s your dad?”

“Old bastard couldn’t be bothered to come out for a good time.” Kai flashed a smile over his shoulder before turning to you. “Sylvan, this is Y/N. Y/N, Sylvan.”

You reached your hand out to shake Sylvan’s, and he gave you an exaggerated bow, pressing a kiss to your hand as he crooned in feigned regality, “M’lady.”

Kai rolled his eyes and smacked Sylvan on the back of his head, causing him to yelp in pain and rub the spot. “What was that for?” he asked, checking his hand for any damage.

“For being an idiot and embarrassing yourself,” Kai scolded.

Sylvan looked up at you with a rather mocking tone. “I’m sorry for being a fool.”

You giggled slightly. “It’s alright,” you responded.

Kai shot Sylvan a stern look. “Don’t encourage him.”

Sylvan allowed a coy smile to spread across his face as he looked at you and then turned back to Kai. “So what have you been up to? Since apparently it isn’t coming to find me.”

“We’ve been wandering, looking at stalls, buying wine.”

Sylvan turned to look at you and then back to Kai. “She’s with you?”

Taking the opportunity to insert yourself into the conversation, you confidently replied, “Unfortunately, yes.”

“Did he catch you against your will and force you to spend time with him?” Sylvan asked, turning to you.

“His father pays me by the hour,” you smirked, and Kai simply shook his head, a smile playing on his lips.

Sylvan nudged his elbow into your side. “Well, if we go by the hour, just let me know the address to send money to.”

Kai’s face dropped. “Alright, that’s enough.”

You smirked at both of them, your eyes meeting Kai’s, who sent you a silent apology. You merely shook your head.

“So?” Sylvan started, “Drinks? Food?”

“I think we’re—” Kai began, but you interrupted.

“You know what, Kai? I think I’m getting pretty tired, so I might turn in for the night.” You smiled at him.

“I can walk you back,” he offered, taking a step towards you, but you raised your hand, shaking your head.

“No, no, that’s okay! You go spend some time with your friend. I’ll see you later.”

Kai looked between you and Sylvan, who seemed to be nodding along with your plan, mischievously grinning.

With a sigh, Kai said, “Alright,” and Sylvan nearly jumped up and down with excitement.

You gripped Kai’s hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze before releasing it and turning to walk back towards the inn. You called over your shoulder, “Take care of him, Sylvan. Don’t let him get into trouble.” Sylvan may have responded, though you didn’t hear him as you made your way through the bustling streets.

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