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Characters and Personalities: ONCE MORE!
The Wizard and the Barbarian Sonas (Info Dump)
Spider Lily (Spidersona Info Dump)
The Suffering Oblivion (Sona Info Dump)
Mermaidsona(Info Dump)
The Puppeteer (Sona Info Dump)
The Other Creations (Skelesona Info Dump)
Blossom (Pirate H Info Dump)
Orchard Worker Sonas (Sona Info Dump)
Deer Monster and Half-Deer Monster Sona and Siblings (Info Dump)
Althaea (The Trapped Mermaid Sona)
The Forgotten Human (Sona Info Dump)
Fellswap Carnelian, Fellswap Amaranth, and Swapfell Glaucous H (Info Dump)
The Past Lives Sonas (Info Dump)
The Soul Sona and the Original Villainess OC (Info Dump)
The Female Lead Skelesona (Info Dump)
The Dating Sim Guides (Sona Info Dump)
The Fallen Royal Twins (Info Dump)
Halloween Sonas (Info Dump)
Selkiesona (Info Dump)
Dancefell and Danceswap Sonas (Info Dump)
The Heroine and the Villainess Who Ruins Plots for Funsies Sonas (Info Dump)
The "Devilish" Heroine (Info Dump: H)
Horror Sonas (Info Dump)
Mafia AU Sonas (Info Dump)
The Final Boss: Skelesona (Info Dump)
The Final Boss: H (Info Dump)
Otter Selkiesona (Info Dump)
Siren!sona (Info Dump)
Dicentra: Tiefling!sona (Info Dump)
Horror: Angels Fall Skelesona (Info Dump)
Trainersona (Info Dump)
The Story Pieces: Sonas (Info Dump)
The Cursed: Sona (Info Dump)
Farmtale Tieflingsona: Harmony (Info Dump)
Sonas, OCs, and Undertale Characters:
Pirate AU (Outcode Skeleton Boys and Sona)
Zombie Apocalypse AU (Info Dump: Sonas and Skeleton Brothers)
The Sorcerer, the Dead Sorceress's Familiar, and the Brothers (Info Dump)
The Fell Sorcerer, the Deceased Sorceress's Familiar, and the Brothers (Info Dump)
Dance Dreamtale and a Sona (Info Dump)
The Mermaid Mercenaries (Info Dump)
Mafiadance Sonas (Info Dump)
Figure Skating Skeleton Boys and Sonas (Info Dump)
The Galaxy Goddesses (Info Dump)
Dreamswap AU: Skeleton Boys and Sona (Info Dump)
Fell! Black Crow Pirates: Skeleton Boys and Sona (Info Dump)
Written Personalities Undertale AUs:
The Bard and the Paladin Skeleton Boys (Info Dump)
Half of a Heart Papyruses and Sanses (UT and UF AU Info Dump)
The Witch in the Woods and The Skeleton Boys (Info Dump)
My Old Swap AU: Rewritten Boys and a Sona (Info Dump)
The Puppeteer's Creations (Skeleton Boys Info Dump)
A Few More Creations (Skeleton Boys Info Dump)
The Warlock Sans and the Cleric Papyrus (Info Dump)
Farm Boys (Skeleton Boys Info Dump)
Horrorswapfell Skeleton Boys (Info Dump)
Allureswap Skeleton Boys (Info Dump)
The Void Travelers: Skeleton Boys (Info Dump)
The Lost Skeleton Brothers (Info Dump)
The DnD Past Lives Skeleton Brothers (Info Dump)
The Male Lead Skeleton Boys (Info Dump)
The Dating Sim Love Interest (Info Dump)
Werewolf Skeleton Boys (Info Dump)
Vampire Skeleton Boys (Info Dump)
Horrorfellswap Amaranth and Horrorswapfell Glaucous Skeleton Boys (Info Dump)
OG Skeleton Boys (Info Dump: Revamp)
Mafia Skeleton Boys (Info Dump: Revamp)
Mafia Gasters (Info Dump: Revamp)
Horrorfell and Horrorswap Skeleto Boys (Info Dump: Revamp)
Swapfell Amethyst Boys (Info Dump: Revamp)
Danceswap Boys (Info Dump: Revamp)
Mafia Horror AUs (Info Dump)
Mafiaswapfell Amethyst and Mafiafellswap Carnelian Skeleton Boys (Info Dump)
The Final Boss: Skeleton Brothers (Info Dump)
Final Boss: Gaster (Info Dump)
Final Boss: the Royal Family (Info Dump)
Final Boss: Undyne and Alphys (Info Dump)
Final Boss: Mettaton and Napstablook (Info Dump)
Final Boss: Grillby, Muffet, and Monster Kid (Info Dump)
OG! Gasters (Info Dump: Revamp)
Angels Fall AU: Horror AU Skeleton Boys (Info Dump)
Mafiadance Skeleton Boys (Info Dump)
Other Dragons: Horrortale, Fellswap Carnelian, and Swapfell Amethyst Skeleton Boys (Info Dump)
My Outcode Skeleton Boys (Info Dump: Revamp)
OCs:
The Pirate Captain's Little Sister (Info Dump)
The Mermaid OCs (Info Dump)
Revamping some Deities and a New One (Info Dump)
Revamped Deities of Time (Info Dump)
Revamped Other Deities (Info Dump)
Seratta (Info Dump: Skeleton OC)
The Sea Serpents (Info Dump: Revamp)
The God of Light Spirits and the God of Dark Spirits (Info Dump)
The Deity of Envy (Info Dump)
The Skeleton Sisters' Diner AU: OC Rewrite (Info Dump)
The Galaxy Sisters: Outcode Skeleton Sisters' Diner Rewrite (Info Dump)
The Other Outcode Skeleton Sisters Diner: Rewrite (Info Dump)
Angels Fall Girls: Rewritten (Info Dump)
The Mafia Skeleton Sisters' Diner AU: Rewritten (Info Dump)
The Skeleton Sisters' Diner AU: Children OCs Rewritten (Info Dump)
The Horror Skeleton Sisters' Diner AU: Children OCs Rewritten (Info Dump)
The Mafia Skeleton Sisters' Diner AU: Children OCs Rewritten (Info Dump)
The Outcode Skeleton Sisters' Diner AU: Children OCs Rewritten (Info Dump)
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Gwyn and Azriel having a date under the stars painting each other 🌌💖
I love this art so much! Thank you Maju for creating this beautiful amazing art for me 🥰!
Commission by Me @lovelymoonflower1
Art by @majuandrad
|| Repost is allowed with proper credits to me and the artist ||
|| Characters belongs to Sarah J Maas ||
#gwynriel#azriel x gwyn#gwyneth berdara#gwyn x azriel#pro azriel#pro gwyn#a court of thorns and roses#acosf#sarah j maas#art commisions#azriel#gwynriel supremacy#love#fated mates#mates#art#acotar#gwyn acotar
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No matter when or where 💖
Sonamy week 2024 Day 6: Red Thread of Fate
Amy would totally 100% believe romantic, soulmate stuff like this and Sonic would not.
But he believes in Amy and that’s close enough
#sonamyweek24#sonamyweek2024#sonamyweek#Sonamy#sonic x amy rose#sonic x amy#sonamy forever#sonic fanart#sonic the hedgehog#amy rose#sonic#sonic fandom#amy rose fanart#sth#sonic forces#this takes place when Sonic is being held prisoner on the new death egg from forces#sonamy fan comic#sonic fan comic#red string of fate#my art
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I may have been a little bored
Bitb ≈ 11:43:12
Apotheosis ≈ 27:15:26
Suckening ≈ 39:58:43 up to 13
Convergence ≈ 18:35:59
Avg episode length ≈ 3:57:28
Convergence with average 3 missing episodes ≈ 30:28:23
Pd s1 ≈ 43:48:16
Pd s2 ≈ 71:58:15
All pd ≈ 115:46:31
Fated s1 ≈ 52:07:34 not including the recap
Fated s2 ≈ 97:36:07
All of fated ≈ 149:43:41 with out recap
All of fated ≈ 150:49:36 with recap
Riptide ≈ 197:41:08 with out origins
Riptide ≈ 199:31:54 with origins
The black rose pirates ≈ 4:28:19
Mythborne ≈ 6:05:34
Age of heros ≈ 4:24:05
Monster control services ≈ 4:02:11
All together ≈ 582:41:30
#jrwi show#jrwi prime defenders#jrwi riptide#jrwi the suckening#jrwi the fated#jrwi monster control service#jrwi age of heros#jrwi mythborne#jrwi blood in the bayou#jrwi black rose pirates#jrwi convergence#just roll with it#jrwi#idk how i did this#i
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✨ 𝓛𝓾𝓬𝓲𝓮𝓷 & 𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓷 - 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼 & 𝓜𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓼 ✨
Elain and Lucien, two charming socialites who despite having lost so much, have remained loyal, kind, and hopeful. Two people who have been forced to walk away from life as they knew it, yet have been able to create a home no matter where they end up.
SJM said that Elain was the person she and Lucien both did not see coming. I didn’t see them coming either, but as soon as their mating bond was revealed, everything made sense. They are perfect for one another. The embodiment of like calls to like. The fox and the fawn. The sun and the flower. 🌞🌷
Thank you to @nathcreare for creating this MASTERPIECE. It is so beautiful and represents Elucien perfectly. Your talent is incredible and I loved working with you!! 🧡🧡
And thank you to everyone at @lucienweekofficial for organizing and hosting this event!! 🩷🩷
Please no reposts without permission and do not use this art for anti content.
Characters belong to Sarah J Maas.
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#elain archeron#Lucien vanserra#elucien#elucien fanart#acotar#Lucien#vanserra#elain x lucien#lucien vandaddy#lucien vanserra fanart#elain archeron fanart#acotar series#sjm#lucienweek2024#sarah j maas#fated mates#book fanart#digital art#digital illustration#a court of thorns and roses#pro Elucien#lucien fanart#miseryreads commissions
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Draw Lancelot with a rocket launcher lmao
Roses are just for hitting some poor guys’ head.
#lancelot#lancelot du lac#zerkerlot#fate grand order#fgo#fate series#lancelot fate#fate zero#fanart#my art#ROCKET LAUNCHER!!!#roses are ABSOLUTELY weapons
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Pairings: Azriel x Reader
Word Count: 5.4k
Triggers: obsessive/toxic Azriel, indications of sex (but not explicit), blood, familial and character death, self-hurt
Summary: Azriel never thought he would become obsessed with anything. He was the stoic and cold Spymaster of Night Court. For centuries he never had anyone grow close to him — not until you, his mate. However, something lurks underneath those bright-colored eyes, and for Azriel… he couldn’t be anywhere else but near you.
Note: From this request! Thank you for sending this! It took a bit to understand the song and its musicality, but I was able to hopefully reach something that would tug the heartstrings but also have the same feeling as the song — Azriel falling for the reader, being addicted, and… Well, continue to find out. Also, I wanted it to be a Dark!Azriel, but I’m not sure if he is as dark as people may interpret, do let me know what you think of this! I wanted this to mimic “Notions of Devotion” but with a darker twist, basing it off the prequel chapters of “Secret Lady”. And also, an AU of my Seer!Reader! 👀👀👀
Temptation is such a fickle thing.
Before you even stepped through those grand doors, Azriel smelt you — that familiar aroma of jasmine and sage wafted through those doors. He was already addicted before even seeing you. He felt his shadows vibrate and shuffle underneath his feet, too excited to bask in your presence and your light.
And when you stepped through those doors, it was as if the Gods and Mother above had graced you in his presence.
You were beautiful.
You were a literal ray of sunshine as if the clouds above parted and you descended from the Havens. He watched as your skirts fluttered beneath you, the white gown — embedded with sparkles of silver and stars — made you ethereal, a Goddess walking in mortal lands.
He had heard of you through his shadows — a Seer within Prythian’s borders.
The first known Seer in millennials.
The Seer that the High Lord of Day Court had kept secret for centuries — the rumored daughter figure of High Lord Helion.
The whispers of your power were not foreign in Night Court. You had used your powers of foresight to bring forth change throughout all of Prythian — you had used your powers for the greater good — all the while keeping your identity a secret.
Azriel had only heard of your name — (Y/N). The whispers of your name and beauty from Day Court spread like wildfire throughout Prythian and many had wanted to meet you, even glance your way to see your beauty.
Even Azriel had grown curious.
When he was sent as an emissary along with Mor to Day Court soil, he hoped and wished to see you pass by. Your aroma of jasmine and sage echoed throughout all the halls he walked through, his shadows scurrying around hoping to find the source of such captivating fragrance.
But he never got even a glance at you.
He had heard the light shuffling of feet, every time he passed a hallway or a room, his head perking up at the scent of you. Every time he felt your presence, heard your feet, smelled you, he scent his shadows on a hunt — to find you, to bring you to him.
He was already addicted — all he wanted was you near him, to bask in your scent and presence.
But every time his shadows came back, it was for naught. He watched them whisper that they couldn’t find you — that as if by magic, you would vanish in midair. Azriel didn’t know if you were avoiding him… but you had no reason to — there was no connection between the two of you, no reason for you to avoid him.
Azriel had grown frustrated at that thought — you were a temptation. You filled his thoughts every waking moment for days on end while he was at Day Court; and even when he arrived back to Night Court, your lingering scent stained his clothes to the point he almost burned them to rid the thought of you. But in the end, he couldn’t.
It would erase everything he had felt for you — of that he yearned for you. That his whole time in Day Court was nothing but a fleeting hallucination, that you would become nothing but a lucid dream.
And it felt like you were nothing but that.
He would lie at night, dreaming of you — you haunted him, awake and asleep. Azriel could reach out and grasp you, hold you close to him — he could practically taste you, but every time he thought he would be able to see your face in his dreams, he would awake — as if the Gods tried to stop him from knowing you completely.
And so when he heard that you would be coming to Night Court as an emissary from Day, his heart picked up a beat at the thought of you again.
Azriel felt the tap against his mental shields that shook him from his thoughts. Hazel hues glanced at his High Lord, seeing that playful smirk that tugged on his lips and he heard the snicker from the General.
“Oh shut it, the both of you…” he hissed in his head at them before he straightened his composure, focusing back on you and the two guards that flanked your side from Day Court.
You were more beautiful than he could have ever imagined. His thoughts of how you could have looked never matched the beauty that you radiated as you walked towards the dias where the Inner Court had sat.
You elegantly bowed in front of his High Lord and Lady, and he just watched you — mesmerized by every little action that you did. He watched you straighten up, fixing your locks behind your ears and over your shoulders; he watched those delicate hands fiddle with each other in nervousness that you couldn’t help but emit.
It was so adorable and endearing on how you looked.
He was absolutely in love with you already.
And when you looked towards his way, your eyes staring into his own hazel — he felt his chest burst with color. His usual world of black and white beamed with color he never thought he would see. His chest warmed, ached, and called out to you — he felt that golden string that he only heard of from his brothers — one that tied your soul to his.
Azriel stumbled backward, clutching his leathers at his chest, his breath taken away from him. He heard your gasp — it was such a lovely sound — as he watched from the corner of his eyes, you stumbling as well, the guards holding your shoulders to stead you, all the while his High Lord and Cassian rushed to his side.
“What happened, Azriel?” his High Lord asked him — commanded him.
Despite the command rushing through his body, his mind rejected it, all his focus on you and those hands on your shoulders. The sight of other hands besides his own, made Azriel feel territorial. He felt the bond in his chest vibrate in anger, and his shadows swirl around him, waiting for their master to let them loose to attack. He let them loose, watching those tendrils of darkness whisk forward to wrap around your pure form, watching them slither up your legs, up your arms, pushing those hands away from you.
The sight of his shadows, his darkness, curling around your form made the bond sing, and a dark satisfaction curled around his heart.
All he wanted to do was cover you in his darkness, making you all his.
He watched as you looked at those shadows before your gaze shifted to his own once again. His body thrummed with happiness and satisfaction as you looked at him with wide eyes, and the only thing that slipped from his lips was:
“Mate."
“How do I look, Azriel?”
He watched those eyes beam up at him, cheeks flushing a beautiful shade of pink, and his ears perking up at the laugh that escaped your lips as he placed the flower crown on top of your head.
His heart rattled in his chest at the way you looked up at him. How your eyes sparkled with happiness and how your laugh was so pure and unabashed. You glowed with so much pureness and happiness, that all he hoped was that he could be the only person that could make you feel like this.
“Stunning,” he affirmed, his words blowing with the wind, “I picked them in particular because I knew they would suit you well…”
Hazel hues watched your features absorb his words for a moment, eyes shifting before looking back up at his own — eyes wide and bright staring up at him — unguarded and so vulnerable. He felt the bond sing… but a darker voice resonated behind that elation — how beautiful would it be to have everything about you just be his. To watch your pureness, your light, your beauty be drowned in his shadows… in his darkness.
“Yes…” he whispered, leaning into your features, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, sliding slightly so that the tips of his fingers grazed the base of your neck, his other hand coming up to gently wrap around your waist, tugging you closer, “Look at me, just like that…”
Azriel brought your face closer to his own, your scent overwhelming his senses — how addicted he was to your smell and he couldn’t help but wonder if you tasted delicious as well as you smelled. Hazel hues watched that baby pink shade turn darker on your cheeks and his heart swelled with pride.
“Keep looking at me just like you are, (Y/N). Is it too selfish for me to ask you, to just look at me… and only me?”
He leaned down and pressed his lips against your own and he was right — you tasted divine. His lips moved against yours, and he felt your hesitance in the kiss, your hands hovering over his chest, a feeble attempt to push him away. He gently bit your lower lip, feeling you gasp against his lips and he delved in, tasting your mouth to his heart’s content. Azriel brought you closer to him, feeling you slump against his form before gently bringing you down to the soft grass underneath both of your feet.
Azriel pulled away from the kiss, his large form hovering over your own. He watched as your chest heaved, those lips parted in a gentle ‘o’ shape, dark red from his kiss. You looked ravished, not so pure anymore — and it made his body pulse. He felt his shadows, swirl around you, clinging onto the strands of hair that spread around your pretty head, onto your shoulders and upper arms; he watched them move over your dress, tugging onto fabric until they loosened over your body.
His eyes darkened, watching inches of skin be revealed to him and you having no attempt to cover up or hide from him. A coo escaped his lips as he leaned down once again, lips attaching themselves to the crook of your neck as he felt your hands slide up his arms to cradle his head against you.
“Why would I look at anyone else, Azriel?” you mused, your voice out of breath, “When you are my mate? When the first time I saw you, you already filled my world with so much hope and light…”
Azriel felt himself growl, his kisses becoming more and more desperate against your skin. Teeth scraped against flesh and hands grasped at anything that was you. Your gasps and moans filled his ears, and he felt the darkness in his heart grow more and more.
He wanted to cover you in him, cover you in that darkness that grew inside of him. He wanted your light that radiated from your soul to darken, to taint it with his essence.
It was funny indeed — how you saw him with such pureness in your eyes, in your heart, in your soul. When in all reality, he was the opposite of that.
He was dark — there was nothing pure about him.
Not when it came to you.
Drip… Drip… drip
Azriel ran his blood-stained hands through dark tussled locks, as he stepped into the foyer of the River House. Dark red blood stained the marble floors of the home, dripping down from his leathers, the undeniable squish from underneath his boots.
He tilted his head up, staring at the night-kissed ceiling — a painting done by his High Lady’s hands.
I’m tired.
He pondered as he continued to walk the quiet halls of the house, all too quiet except for the thump of his blood-covered boots. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, hazel hues stared at his hands — one maimed and disfigured, one that was covered in blood. Azriel felt like it seeped into his very skin, touching his very soul. A frown tugged onto his features as he wiped it on the marble railing of the stairs, watching it streak — tainting the white color with red.
Azriel had just come back from his interrogation from Hewn City, his High Lord requested it. They needed information on the looming threat of the Deathless God.
You had been the one to warn about the threat — your powers taking over you to give the prophesized vision of the God in the Lake. All of Prythian took heed of such words that slipped your lips.
He had become busy, more busy as of late, to the point he rarely saw you.
He missed you. Missed the way you looked up at him with such adoration, with such love; missed the way you would feel underneath him; missed the sound of your voice — your gasps, your moans, your laugh.
Azriel blinked hazily when a shadow ran from underneath his grasp and up the stairs. Hazel hues watched that shadow, before noticing a figure on top of the stairs.
He blinked again, adjusting his eyes to the light before seeing that it was you.
However… it wasn’t you.
Those hues weren’t the ones that he loved. They were light, almost white… Unfamiliar… yet familiar at the same time. You looked at him, but one without the familiar feeling of love; you stared at him, as if staring into his soul.
Your powers had taken over you again.
Azriel walked up those steps, towards you, and once he was in front of you he felt your arms wrap around his shoulders, the blood that stained his leathers seeping into your pure white clothes. That dark feeling inside him grew once again, seeing such imagery… the pure you, being tainted by him.
He looked into your power-filled eyes, watching them unblinking up at him. A sigh escaped his lips as he lifted you into his arms, your body light as a feather and he continued his path to your shared bedroom.
Stepping beyond the threshold of those grand doors, he kicked them shut and laid you down on the massive bed, pressing himself closer to your form. He did not care that the blood continued to taint your clear skin, he wanted more.
He stained your thighs, your arms, your chest with red, his shadows slipping off your, now, red slip. He brought your hand to his face, pressing blood-stained lips onto the palm of your hand before his fingers drew an eye on the back of your hand — a sign he always drew when you were like this.
An omen, hoping to call the real you back to him.
A giggle escaped your lips, as you took your hand back, head tilting at the image that he drew. A knowing smile tugged on your lips as you leaned up toward Azriel.
“You seem nervous, Shadowsinger…”
Azriel fought back a shudder — it was your voice, but also not your own. Your powers had taken you — mind and body. Your power echoing through your voice, one so ancient and one so powerful, it resonated in the air, all-powerful and all-knowing.
This wasn’t the first time that your power had overtaken you.
The first time was your divine prediction of the Deathless God’s return.
It was a day Azriel could never forget.
He had thought he had lost you to your power, thought that you would never return to being you again. He watched as you writhed in pain, sweat dripping down your forehead and onto the sheets. You were sick with a fever days before that moment, and Azriel had thought you were having a fever dream. But when your eyes opened, and unfamiliar white hues stared at him — he knew it wasn’t a fever dream.
The Bird of Ash and Fire, flying over the dark lake. Power resonating… The Cauldron calling to its like. He will rise and plunder Prythian to destruction. Fire and shadow submerge all of the light.
Fingers touched his face, bringing him out of his thoughts as hazel eyes focused back down at you, that knowing smile still on your features.
“There is another prophecy… you have yet to hear, my dearest Shadowsinger… One that concerns your dearest sons that your wife has borne.”
Brows scrunched on his features, as he pulled away from your body — the first time he has done that. Hazel eyes locked onto omnipotent ones, “What are you talking about, seer…”
Azriel never called your name when you were in this state… he never thought this was you.
This was the all-seeing Seer of Prythian.
This was not his mate, not his wife.
That knowing smile tugged wider as you slid your fingers over his eye, covering it with your palm — as if to blind him from the truth that you were to spill.
“Our sons will, in the near future, rip their own mother to shreds…”
Hazel eyes widened, continuing to stare down at you. A laugh escaped your chest, echoing into the still room.
“Are you afraid, Shadowsinger? Are you afraid that your mate will despise you? You have a choice now…
“Will you follow fate’s string, abide by the course of nature set by the Cauldron and the Mother above, and allow your mate to be brutally die at the hands of your son?”
He watched you lean up, pressing your palm further into his eye before he reached up and grabbed your wrist and pull it away, fingers digging into tender flesh to the point it would bruise.
“Or… will you wish upon the powers of your mate, the Seer… to kill your sons?
“Will you be willing… to kill your kin, one that you had wanted so much to the point you pushed your mate’s body to the brink of breaking. Or do you dare change your mate’s destiny of death?”
Azriel watched as tears cascade down your cheeks, your hues slowly hinting back to their normal color — that your powers were slowly leaving your body alone.
“Even if you are at the end of your wife’s wrath for it?”
The preeminent voice left you and the whimper of his name slipped your lips.
A coo escaped his lips, leaning back down to press his lips against your own, hushing you from your cries. When he pulled away, he watched as your eyes return to your own, staring up at him — tears continued to streak down your cheeks.
“—-Don’t… Azriel… Please —- Not our sons…” you muttered, begged your husband not to listen to your vision.
He pressed another kiss, taking your breath away from you. He felt you relax underneath him, your hands slipping from his hold and back onto the bed, the tension in your body slowly slipping away.
“—- Father…”
He glanced up from the kiss, seeing his two sons — Rhysar and Rian at the threshold of the bedroom. Azriel pulled away from the kiss, glancing back down at you, the even breathing indicating that you had fallen asleep — it happened every time your powers left your body.
Your words echoed in his ears — he had to choose.
The family that he grew with you… his pride and joy — his sons.
Or the love of his life… his mate — you.
He had heard the whispers from his sons, his eldest especially — the ungratefulness that spewed from their lips. That their mother, despite being a Seer, was from unknown origins and that their father was a bastard Illyrian from the depths of war camps.
He did not care about the hatred that spewed from their lips — but to utter ungratefulness about their mother who bore them... Who almost died to bring them into the world.
Azriel would not tolerate that.
Not when you were everything to him.
With one last glance at your sleeping form, he slowly moved away from you, slipping out of the bed as eyes stared at his sons — hazel hues dulling from his decision.
He will choose you all the time.
Even if it meant killing his own flesh and blood.
Azriel stalked towards them, his large figure overpowering the two of them. His shadows whisked out from his own, darting towards them as they turned and attempted to run — their screams filling the hallways.
A frown tugged on his lips, as he closed the door behind him, attempting to silence the screams from reaching your ears. He stayed still, guarding those doors to the bedroom, allowing his shadows to zip through the halls — to bring his sons back.
The scrambling of feet echoed through the hallways, their terrified screams echoing all around him. He knew that the rest of his family would hear it, and would attempt to stop him from taking his sons’ life — he couldn’t let that happen.
Not when your own life was hanging by a string.
His shadows dispersed, blanketing the River House, locking each door, and preventing anyone from leaving their rooms.
He could hear it — the frantic yells of his family, the confusion in their voices at what was happening.
"Azriel what is going on? Why are your shadows everywhere? "
The Spymaster took no need of his High Lord's questions as he silently waited for his shadows to drag his sons back. He placed a dark wall up in his mind, casting aside Rhysand’s questions and even his High Lady’s frantic pleas.
He didn’t need distractions — not when he had a goal in mind.
The screams and cries of his sons grew louder as he watched the spindle of shadows drag them back by their ankles. Hazel eyes looked down his nose at them, watching them shake and plead up to him — his very image staring back up at him.
Azriel never realized on how much his sons took after him, not a tall tell sign of his wife’s features in either of them. And it disgusted him. How can something like that come out of something so pure like you? He couldn’t understand. The only thing that was remotely you was in your second son, Rian — his eyes sparkled the same hue as yours.
Truth-Teller materialized in his hand, and he raised it to the dim lighting, watching it shine, eyes staring at the glint of his dagger before back down at his oldest son.
Without a second thought, the dagger stroked down.
The screams never ended, and Azriel’s skin dripped with blood once again.
“She hasn’t eaten or slept in days — anything she happens to swallow, she always throws it back up. Her condition is deteriorating, Azriel…
“What have you done?”
The Spymaster stepped into the vast room, the quiet sobs echoing through reverend walls. Hazel eyes trained on you as you pressed yourself against the stone casket of Rhysar, mourning over his death. His step echoed as he made his way towards you and he heard your sobbing stop as you looked over your shoulder, and up at him.
His heart tugged a tiny bit, your hallowed cheeks, dark circles underneath your eyes. You were exhausted, the death of your eldest son taking a toll on your mind and health.
Azriel attempted to tug at the golden string that connected the two of you; however, he only felt the hallow feeling on the other side, your heart slowly encompassed by shadow and darkness.
His mind knew he shouldn’t — but he felt pride seeing his mate look so haggard. His sick mind knew that no matter what, you would always look back for him — that your fates have always been intertwined.
“Say something, Azriel…”
Your voice was small, barely reaching his ears.
“Whether it be an excuse or a reason… Just say something, please.”
He watched as tears streamed down your cheeks, onto the dark colors of your mourning gown. It had been weeks since Rhysar’s death and yet you still continue to wear it — it had been gorgeous on you, Azriel’s dark voice revering in his head that you were beautiful in black, and not your usual white.
“Tell me you did it for your love for me… go on. Tell me… anything, on your reasoning for killing our son. Despite my pleading for you to not listen to the vision I spewed.”
Azriel remained quiet and another sob wracked through your body, a thinned hand coming up to press against pale lips, an attempt to hold back throwing everything up from your stomach.
Dull hues stared up at him, “The fates and Mother will continue to scorn me… Despite all of this, I can’t help but still love you. I have loved you for so long… that mating bond was just another thing that had pushed me to love you…”
He watched you move from the casket, dragging your body on marbled floors to where he stood. Azriel felt your hands grab his leathers, grasping onto anything on him as you continued to sob.
“Please… Say anything. At least… it would make me hate you even less…”
Azriel sighed softly as he leaned down and brought you into his arms, carrying you bridal-style as he pressed his lips against your own — once again, silencing your cries.
He felt you shake in his grasp, your hands pushing at his shoulders, tugging on his hair — attempting to pull away from the kiss. He let you, and he heard you gasp, taking in air as you looked at him, brows furrowed and your lower lip wobbling.
“Why!!” you yelled, your voice hoarse and cracking. You continued to push at his shoulders, clawing at his leathers. Azriel held you tight against him, afraid that if you moved too much in his arms, you’d fall and damage yourself.
“Why don’t you say anything?!! Why did you have to kill our son?! Because of the vision? Because of my powers?! Why!!?”
You gasped, pressing a hand against your throat — a tall tell sign of a panic attack seeping into your bones. Azriel brought your face close to his again, pressing his lips onto yours once more, an attempt to bypass the attack that was waiting to happen.
He felt your body calm against his and he sighed in relief into the kiss, pressing you closer to him. Azriel moved towards the wall, pressing you against it. His lips moved from yours to your neck, teeth and tongue scraping against the skin, and felt you relaxed in his hold.
A distraction for you and desire from him fueled his actions. His shadows felt their master’s desire for you and helped, pinning your form against the stone walls as he knelt, hands pushing and tugging layers of clothes.
He whispered devotion against your skin before devouring you in his darkness, in his love. A sinful moan escaped your lips, pressing yourself further into the wall, the silvers of shadow intertwining around your limbs as Azriel devoured you.
You glanced down at familiar scarred fingers as your mate traced the bruise that was on your wrist, one that was not of his making — but one that was made by you.
Your gaze was not focused as your mind was elsewhere — your memories flashing behind your eyes of what had occurred the past few days.
The birth of your High Lord and Lady’s first child — the heir to Night Court was brought to this world. You had loved that child, much like he was your own… you had pampered and spoiled the child rotten, a way to distract your racing mind.
Your power was starting to grow out of control.
There were moments where you were in control of your body and mind, and the next thing you knew, you were watching your powers take over you — as if your soul was pushed out of your body and all you could do was watch in horror of the visions that you decreed.
What had pushed you to the brink of hurting yourself was the day you noticed how Rian’s eyes glowed a familiar eerie color — one similar to yours when your powers overtake you.
Rian had inherited your powers.
And the first vision he ever saw had rattled you to your knees.
You watched as the power took over your child, those eyes glow and all you wanted was to pray to the Gods, to the Mother above to spare your child from such fates of being a Seer. Those all-seeing eyes stared at you as he pointed his small finger at you.
“Skin and bones burned and swallowed in darkness. To the father that has betrayed his kin, killed his own flesh. To the mother who continues to sit in darkness. There will be violence, there will be death. The Seer’s path will always walk in bloodshed. To ensure your kin will live for millennials, only your death will stop the madness.”
You felt fingers caress your cheek, and you blinked your dull eyes staring up at your mate who looked at you with so much softness that it tugged at your heart.
Oh, your mate — your wonderful and beautiful mate.
How much you loved him with your entire being, the entirety of your soul.
You had no idea where it had gone astray — was it the moment he heard of you? The moment your name reached his shadows and ears? Or was it when the bond snapped? That your souls were tired indefinitely that made your husband lose his mind to the darkness in his heart?
“(Y/N)…” he muttered.
Your name sounded beautiful in his voice — his baritone tone that rumbled in his chest, and echoed in your own. You fought back a shudder as you continued to stare up at him, watching those hazel eyes swim with something you were unable to identify.
“I told you to tell me when things get to hard for you. To tug on our bond, to call my shadows, to whisper my name. You shouldn’t have to hurt yourself like this when your powers overwhelm you… I could help…”
The warmth of his hand that cradled your cheek was so powerful that you couldn’t help but lean into it, your hand clutching your mate’s wrist as you snuggled into that warmth you loved.
A chuckle rattled out of Azriel and you felt him pull you closer to him, pressing his lips against your own.
You found that Azriel loved to kiss you, to make love to you at his convenience — to distract you, to distract him, from the world around both of you.
Your body fell back against soft velvet of your bedsheets, your husband’s body hovering over yours as he grounded himself onto you. His hands pressed against your sides, tugging on clothes and flesh to his desire.
“Instead of asking you, my love… I should make it an order — to stop you from hurting yourself.”
His lips slid from your own, sliding down your neck and shoulder, as fingers tugged your dress from your chest. His lips wrapped around the sensitive bud, as those darkened hazel eyes looked up at you.
“If you have no intention of doing what I ask of you —”
“I am doing exactly a you ask, my love.”
You felt him pause in his love making, pulling away from your breast to look at you. You felt your powers slowly take over again, and this time around, you had no intention of stopping them.
“I know how much you love me, to the point you are willing to die, Azriel. I know that any scars on my body hurt you more… than the ones on your own.”
You brought up his marred hand — one that was always covered with blood and scars — to your lips and pressed a kiss on them, one so gentle and soft that he barely would feel it.
“Let us make a wager, Shadowsinger…”
Your hands dropped his and slid up his broad arms, over his shoulders and around his neck, delicate fingers grasping onto black locks tugging enough to tilt his head back from your position. A pleased hum escaped your lips as you leaned up and bit down on the junction of his neck and shoulders.
“Anyone you will love after me… will be punished for it. They will lose their lives, their families, and themselves to the darkness that you have in your heart. And without anyone to love… you will lose your mind and die of madness.”
A cough raked your body, blood spilling out of your lips. You smiled down at your mate — your powers finally at its breaking point. You used the last of your powers, forced your powers to fully take over you, to call upon one last vision. You felt your vision start to blur, the vision of your husband the last thing you’d ever see in this world.
“You have caused this curse upon yourself, Shadowsinger… You should have simply told me you loved me… from the very beginning.”
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I love how Deathstroke was literally created for Dick.
Deathstroke was created by Marv Wolfman and George Pérez (Teen Titans creators) in December of 1980- making his first appearance in the New Teen Titans Comic #2.
They realized quickly that as Dick was becoming a new person with a new identity, increasingly stepping out from Batman’s shadows to take on novel responsibilities with increased stature, he needed to have a continuous villain to call his own. Like how Batman has the Joker, Nightwing needed someone and-Boom. Slade Wilson, the sole terrorizer of Dick Grayson, was brought into existence.
Like how the Joker is obsessed with Batman, Deathstroke is obsessed with Nightwing. Actually, no. That would be wrong. Slade Wilson is obsessed with Dick Grayson. Even when they’re not in costume.
It’s wild how Deathstroke is viewed as Nightwing’s exclusive nemesis decades later till now and will remain that till the end.
Can he make it any fruitier? It’s been 43 years, dude. He sorta killed your first, was bestfriends with your second, a parent figure to your third, and a trusted friend of your ex-wife’s. He’s met the family.
Put a ring on it already.
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Spring Fever
Tamlin x Reader - Smut - Angst - Fluff
After an outburst directed toward an unwanted visitor, a resident of Tamlin’s manor prepares to face the consequences of her actions but the High Lord has something else in mind.
warnings: smut, language
Moonlight and night air filtered through the edges of the pastel velvet curtains as the beat of my racing heart overtook the silence of my bedchamber. Seated at the edge of the large four-poster bed in my now permanent room, I took steadying breaths. In. Hold. Out. Hold. Repeat.
Who was I to have shown anything less than reverence to the High Lord of the Night Court? To his credit - in his own fucked up way - he’d tried to help Tam out of the stupor he’d spent years in but the male had been through so much already. How could the face of the mate of the love of his life bring any peace to his already broken soul?
These visits always ruined what small progress Tamlin had made. I tried to remain calm but damn it - Tamlin had finally stopped curling up outside of my door at night, on alert for any hidden threats. He’d given me a genuine smile on a stroll through the gardens just this morning. He’d even cooked this evening. Yes, a simple meal of roast venison and root vegetables, but a meal nevertheless. He was making progress and as if he sensed it, Rhysand showed up to “check in” on Tamlin right after dinner.
And just like that, Tamlin’s demeanor crumpled. I couldn’t take it anymore, the irreverence toward my mate’s own trauma. My temper rose to a point of no return, pouring out as spewed vitriol very unbecoming of a lady in the manor of a High Lord.
To his credit, Rhysand only eyed me with intrigue and didn’t mist me on the spot after I suggested he take his “good intentions” and shove them up his ass and showed him the door.
Tamlin only eyed me with an unreadable expression and requested that I stay behind while he escorted the Night Court’s High Lord from the estate.
Deciding against pressing my luck further I exited the foyer and saw myself to my chambers where I now sat waiting for the inevitable lecture, hell, maybe he’d kick me out. I only lived here out of his generosity. His tolerance of me certainly spurred on by the unaccepted mating bond that snapped when the magic chose me on Calanmai.
Two lonely souls bound together by fate.
We’d spent the past ten months living in companionable silence, both healing from the wounds our souls bore. And now, I’d likely torn down the careful progress we’d built brick-by-brick in one fell swoop.
The creak of my door withdrew me from my self-loathing retrospection and the quiet thud of boots crossing the wooden floors grew louder with each step in my direction. I didn’t look up. Couldn’t face him. Didn’t need to as the tension between us laid it all out clearly.
He’d never laid an ill-intentioned hand on me, we rarely even touched. Calanmai was a one-time thing. We’d brushed hands a time or two at the dinner table, he’d caught me as I stumbled in the garden once. I almost - almost - flinched as my High Lord’s hand came into my peripheral but all I was met with was a broad, gentle palm to the nape of my neck and the soft caress of a thumb running along my jaw line. I looked to him with furrowed brows, eyes lining with silver as I awaited whatever came next, but all I was met with were deep green eyes filled with anything but rage.
I averted my gaze as he fell to a knee in front of me. “Look at me, dove.” his typically gruff voice softer than I’d ever heard.
He waited patiently before I turned my head to look upon him once more. His eyes bore into mine, searing right into the depths of my soul. I could feel my heart hammering as his breaths grew rapid.
“You-“ he spoke, one large hand remained caressing my jaw as the other covered my own hands, folded in my lap. “You defended me.”
I puzzled. Was that a shock to him?
His emerald gaze flicked back and forth while remaining locked on my face, searching for an answer to an unspoken question. Why?
Withdrawing one of my hands from his grasp and resting it delicately upon his muscled chest, I replied definitively, “Because you’re mine.”
His breathing paused, rose lips pressing into a firm line. Processing. The silence between us pressing into me like a blade.
His voice cracked with his next words. “You want me?”
“I have since your eyes found mine on fire night.”
Before I could shift, or speak further, his lips were crashing into me like the violent swell of a storm falling upon rocky shores.
My lips gaped, breath hitching at his response, the desire I’d shoved deep within me pouring out at once as I opened for him, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, dancing along mine. A small, involuntary whimper escaped me as he lifted off of his knee, leaning over me as I slid back deeper onto the bed, careful not to let my lips leave his for even a moment - eliciting a groan from Tamlin.
My finger tangled into his long, blonde hair as he braced his weight over me with one arm, his other holding my hip, thumb running over the silk of my cherry blossom dress.
“You’re mine.” I rasped out in a hushed murmur between our shared breaths, pulling away just enough to look into the eyes of my mate again.
My chest heaved, breasts rising and falling with each gasp. I managed another whisper, “You’re mine, Tam.”
With those words, he lost any semblance of control. His fingers tugged my hair, exposing the column of my neck to him. His soft lips pressed heated kisses along my jawline, down to my neck, giving little nips and licks over the corresponding hurt as he went. “You’re mine.” He growled back, possessiveness overtaking his tone.
All I could manage was an “mmhmm” as he pulled the neckline of my dress down, exposing my breasts to him, his lips latched onto a peaked nipple and gods - the mouth on this male. As he licked and sucked on my breasts, jolts of electricity shot through me, straight to my core. I needed him lower and he knew it. His claws unsheathed, shredding through my dress and undergarments. I shivered as his stubble grazed my abdomen with each kiss tracking lower and lower. So close to where I needed him. My legs fell open in invitation, displaying the dripping need he elicited from me. His pupils blew wide as he took in the sight before him, realization of just how desperately I wanted him activating the most primal facets of the mating bond.
He pulled back, eyes boring into mine once more. “Say it, Y/N.”
My heart nearly shattered at the pleading expression of his features. This was real. My desire for him so tangible that he need only run a finger up my center to remind himself. But this was deeper than that, deeper than just want, deeper than mere lust.
“Tamlin.” I whispered.
“I’m yours. All of me.”
And I could have sworn the slightest hint of silver lined my mate’s thick lashes as he let loose that final reign of restraint.
His mouth latched onto my clit. A male starved. Starved for affection, starved for intimacy, starved for understanding, for love. But I saw him, all of him - and I wasn’t afraid.
His tongue laved against my core, moving with expert precision as he teased my most sensitive nerves, swirling around my clit before lowering to my entrance. He groaned like my essence was the sweetest nectar of any flora in his court and I couldn’t hold back the moans and praises spilling from my lips.
A thick finger plunged into me, curling so deliciously as he sucked my throbbing clit. He’d send me over the edge in no time. “Please.” I begged as the imminent release had me on the edge of a precipice.
I whimpered as he pulled back, the sharp angles of his chin and plush lips shining with the coat of my arousal. I could have come just from that sight alone. His deep voice sending chills through me as he commanded, “Say it, one more time baby. One more time, and then let go for me.”
His mouth returned to my core, latching back onto that sensitive bundle of nerves as two fingers now curled inside of me, his other hand tweaking a rosey nipple, “I’m yours. I’m yours. Oh gods, Tam. I’m only yours.” I chanted as release barreled through me. My sex pulsing around his fingers. His hips bucking into the bed in time with my orgasm, desperate for friction.
And I was greedy.
“Tamlin.” I spoke through heated breaths. “I need more.”
With a flick of his wrist, his clothes were gone. My jaw dropped when he rose to his knees before me, his erect length already beading with precum.
I licked my lips, raising myself to admire as he gave a few pumps to his heavy, aching cock. My mouth watering with the need to taste him.
He splayed a hand between my breasts, pushing me back into the mattress. “Time for that later. Need my baby coming on my cock.”
“Oh gods.” I moaned at the words, my core was an inferno with them at the realization that my mate needed to be in me just as badly as I needed to be filled by him.
And fill me he did. His head easily slid through my slick folds and I knew that length, and fuck, that girth, would hurt in the most pleasurable of ways.
“All of you.” I whimpered. “I need all of you. Now.”
With that he scooped me up, spreading my legs to straddle his hips. He braced his weight on his arms behind him, his muscles flexing with the shift, and crossing his legs, spreading my legs further across him.
“Take what you want.” He commanded.
And I realized then that he wanted me to set the pace, that he’d never risk hurting me. Especially since it had been so long since we’d been together.
I aligned his length to my entrance, locking my gaze onto him, admiring the planes of his gorgeous face before meeting the sea of emerald taking in each micro-expression of my own face.
“Yours.” I spoke boldly, and sank down each thick inch of his cock until I was seated to the hilt. The pleasure quickly overtaking any semblance of pain.
Chills spread through me at the loud growl of satisfaction he let out at the sensation of my cunt gripping all of him. I remained pressed down, gently swiveling my hips to adjust to his size, and pressing a hand to the slight bulge his length created in my belly.
“Fuck.” I whimpered. “You’re so- oh - you feel so…” my brain couldn’t formulate any words beyond that as another gasp escaped my lips as I rose up slowly and sank back down again, moaning in pleasure with each stroke of his length within me.
My arms wrapped around his shoulders as he shifted up, easing the weight off his arms and taking over, lifting my hips and sheathing me back down his cock, over and over, harder and harder, my heavy breasts bouncing in time with the pace. The sounds of my wetness gushing with each thrust was obscene. Removing one hand from my hip, he slid it between us and pressed his thumb to my clit. Within seconds I fell over the edge again, my face falling to the juncture of his neck and shoulder, incoherent babbles pouring from me, muffled by his neck.
“Gods” thrust. “You’re” thrust. “Divine.” He thrust my still fluttering pussy down onto him once more and let out a loud groan as he found his release, the pulsing of his cock as he spilled into me threatened to push me over the edge once more.
Our breathing evened out as he remained sheathed within me. I kept my face buried into his neck, refusing to let this moment of bliss end. My mate had yet to loosen his grasp on me, so we stayed like that, reveling in the feel of skin on skin for some time.
Finally I rose off of him, though he was hesitant to loosen his grip. “Stay with me tonight?” I asked hesitantly. Afraid he’d once again retreat to his chambers or to the hallway outside of my door.
Tamlin laid down pulling me onto his chest, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Every night.” He spoke into my hair.
“Every night.” I hummed in agreement.
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Shadows of Fate 1
Summary:
Y/n, Cassian's shy and quiet sister, prefers to keep to the shadows. Unbeknownst to her, she is Azriel's mate. His shadows are inexplicably drawn to her, and as they grow closer, a slow-burn romance ensues. Cassian, ever protective of his sister, watches over her as the bond between Y/n and Azriel deepens.
Word Count: 1032
Warnings: None
Chapter 1: The Shadows Find Her
Y/n had always preferred the quiet corners of the Night Court. While Cassian thrived in the heart of every battle and social gathering, she found solace in the shadows, where she could observe without being observed. The grand halls and bustling rooms of the House of Wind often felt overwhelming to her, and she would retreat to the less frequented areas, finding peace in the stillness.
It was in these shadows that she first encountered Azriel.
She was tucked away in a dimly lit corner of the library, a book in hand, when she felt a curious sensation. It was as if the shadows themselves were reaching out to her, curling around her in a protective embrace. She looked up, her breath catching as she saw Azriel standing a few feet away, his intense hazel eyes locked onto hers.
"Hello, Y/n," he said softly, his voice a gentle caress.
"Hello, Azriel," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She had always admired the Spymaster from afar, but his presence now was both comforting and unsettling.
Azriel took a step closer, his shadows swirling around him, almost as if they were drawn to her. "I hope I'm not disturbing you."
"No, not at all," Y/n said, closing her book. "I was just reading."
He nodded, his gaze lingering on her face. "I’ve seen you around here often. You seem to prefer the quiet places."
She smiled shyly. "I do. It's peaceful."
Azriel's shadows brushed against her, and she felt a strange sense of connection. "I understand. I find peace in the shadows too."
They spent the next hour talking quietly, sharing stories of their childhoods and their lives in the Night Court. Y/n found herself opening up to Azriel in a way she hadn’t with anyone else, not even Cassian.
The next few days saw Azriel and Y/n encountering each other more frequently. Every time Y/n sought out her quiet refuge, Azriel seemed to be there, as if the shadows themselves guided him to her. The connection between them grew stronger with each meeting, their conversations delving deeper into personal histories and shared dreams.
One afternoon, while Y/n was browsing through the ancient texts in the far corner of the library, she felt a familiar presence. She turned to see Azriel leaning against the doorway, watching her with a soft smile.
"You always manage to find the most secluded spots," he remarked, walking over to join her.
She laughed lightly, the sound musical and soothing. "It's a talent of mine."
Azriel’s smile widened. "Mind if I join you?"
"Not at all," she replied, motioning to the chair beside her.
As they sat together, Azriel’s shadows began to playfully swirl around Y/n, almost like they were welcoming her. She reached out a hand, letting the shadows dance over her fingers, their cool touch sending shivers down her spine.
"Your shadows seem to like me," she observed, her eyes meeting his.
"They do," Azriel admitted, his voice tinged with something she couldn’t quite place. "They’re drawn to you, just like I am."
Y/n’s heart skipped a beat at his words. There was a depth to his gaze, an intensity that both excited and frightened her. She looked away, trying to calm her racing thoughts.
Azriel reached out, gently tilting her chin back towards him. "You don’t have to hide from me, Y/n. I see you."
Her breath caught in her throat, the vulnerability in his words breaking down her walls. "I’m not used to being seen," she whispered.
"Then let me be the one to see you," he replied softly, his thumb brushing over her cheek. "All of you."
Their encounters became a daily occurrence. Azriel would often find Y/n in the library, the garden, or some other quiet corner of the House of Wind. Each time, his shadows would eagerly greet her, wrapping around her like a protective cloak.
One evening, as the sun set over Velaris, Y/n found herself in the garden, tending to the flowers. She had always found solace in nature, the vibrant colors and delicate scents grounding her. She was lost in thought when she felt a familiar presence beside her.
"Beautiful evening," Azriel commented, his voice low and soothing.
"It is," she agreed, looking up at him with a smile. "I come here to clear my mind."
Azriel nodded, his eyes reflecting the golden light of the setting sun. "I understand. It’s one of my favorite places too."
They walked through the garden together, their conversation flowing effortlessly. Y/n found herself opening up about her hopes and fears, the dreams she had for the future. Azriel listened intently, his presence a comforting anchor.
As they reached a secluded bench, Azriel turned to her, his expression serious. "Y/n, there’s something I need to tell you."
She looked at him, her heart racing. "What is it?"
He took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving hers. "I think... I think you might be my mate."
The world seemed to stop at his words. Y/n felt a whirlwind of emotions, fear, and hope battling within her. "Mate?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
Azriel nodded, his expression earnest. "I’ve felt a connection to you since the moment we met. My shadows are drawn to you, just as I am. I’ve never felt this way about anyone."
Y/n took a step back, her mind racing. "This is... a lot to take in."
"I know," Azriel said softly, reaching out to take her hand. "And we can take things as slowly as you need. But I want you to know that I’m here for you, always."
She looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and love there. Slowly, she nodded, a tentative smile forming on her lips. "Thank you, Azriel. I think... I think I feel the same way."
As they sat on the bench, the sun dipping below the horizon, Y/n felt a sense of peace she had never known before. She knew the journey ahead would be filled with challenges, but with Azriel by her side, she felt ready to face whatever came their way.
Author's Note: Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed this part. Feel free to leave a comment or send me prompts!
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#detroit become human#amanda stern#amanda blease.... chill .... you deserve it....#i imagine this as like FINALLY connor deviated and i can get some peace and quiet and not constantly having to dish out approval#honestly when someone says theres a fate worse than death its being turned into ai in someones head#to approve or disapprove of everything like that sounds awful im so sorry that happened to you amanda#i tried giving her the sunny yellow (since she DOES have a yellow outfit) but#incorporating lots of blue bc thats the good color ? but also the roses bc yeah yeah you know#but specifically blue roses which arent supposed to happen naturally just like AMANDA CHILLING OUT#i put a lot of thought into this and its less doodley than i was planning but#hope you appreciate it anyway#almost drew her with a drink and a lil umbrella in said drink bc i like how she has a parasol ... but i thought#that would be a bit too much lmao
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the appeal for nine and rose for me, is that nine gets to reconnect with the wonders of the universe by seeing it through this young woman's eyes and rose gets to have a fantasy of being taken out of everyday life and see the wonders of the universe, as a simple fairytale/(re)introduction to the world for the audience
the appeal for ten and rose for me, is that they double-down on this premise because it's inevitably going to end and is constantly ticking down to that end throughout this story, and the only way for them to move through life now is to pretend that nothing ever ends which makes them increasingly detached from reality, and is in and of itself a tragedy
the appeal for ten and martha for me, is that ten is spiralling and martha is a doctor to her core, and both of them want to fix everything for everyone else except themselves and so they're mirrors of a similar self-destructive sacrificial drive that makes them orient around each other in an unhealthy coping-mechanism kind of way that martha eventually has to detach herself from, even though there were the wonders...
the appeal for ten and donna for me, is that donna is actually very level-headed, and in many ways very capable, even though she doesn't believe in herself she can make decisions that are healthier than either rose or martha could, and the doctor initially through wanting her to believe in herself forces themself outside of their bubble of despair, which somewhat breaks the cycle of the previous companions (although, not properly until a very long time later)
#rose and the doctor do not work for me if they're not a tragedy -- if the ending isn't fated and they're not running from it#and martha and the doctor... well i need some fucking closure on that one BUT i do like this story a whole lot#i think it is delicious#doctor who#dw#i do think technically martha's story with ten / fourteen / this era is over in a way that is different to donna returning for the specials#but i think if anything could explore her well it's fifteen-era (and hey maybe within that there's an allusion to her seeing donna again#and fourteen by extension)#(but the point is martha and fifteen in my head)#rose tyler#martha jones#donna noble#the doctor#the ninth doctor#the tenth doctor#the fourteenth doctor#doctor who meta
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wanna do this scene but with jaune and what ever ships you think fit?
IT'S HERE! IT'S HERE!
Jaune: Alright, time to grab those blankets and- Huh?
Ruby: (Snoozing on blanket)
Nora: (Snoozing on blanket)
Jaune: Ruby.... and Nora..?
Daydream
Jaune: C'mon, Ruby, wake up!
Ruby: Mm... Jaune?
Jaune: I put these blankets out to dry, not for you guys to sleep on.
Nora: (Snoring)
Ruby: But they feel really nice. They're soft and they smell nice...
Jaune: Yeah, that's why I laid them out to-
Ruby: (Grabs Jaune, Pulls him down) C'mon, Jaune~! Sleep with us, too~!
Jaune: (Struggling) Stop wrinkling the blankets! Ruby!
Ruby: (Patting) Jaune, you're such a good boy...
Jaune: (Thinking) Mm... This does feel nice... I have been up since last night, so maybe...
Ruby: (Muttering as Jaune dozes)
Pyrrha: (Gasps) Wh-What is this?! Should... Should I wake them? Why do I feel like I shouldn't disturb them?
Ruby: (Cuddling Jaune)
Pyrrha: ...
Pyrrha: (Lowers herself, Thinking) Slowly... Carefully... Quietly...
Weiss: And what exactly do you think you're doing?
Pyrrha: !!!
Pyrrha: I-
Weiss: Hush. Quiet. Honestly, these three have no shame in where they sleep.
Pyrrha: Um... Uh...
Weiss: Blankets warm and dry on the floor do feel good, however. (Rolling Ruby away, Taking her place) I got the first-class spot~!
Ruby: HEY! Weiss, you thief! That's my spot~!
Weiss: And it smells so good~!
Ruby: RGH! (Bites Weiss' head) GET UP!
Weiss: (Thrashing) FINE! Just stop it before you end up waking Jaune with all this racket!
Jaune: ...
Weiss: ...Why isn't he waking up?
Ruby: He won't. I made sure of that.
Pyrrha: !!!
Weiss: !!!
Weiss: (Wrenching Ruby's ears) WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!
Ruby: I JUST WANTED TO NAP WITH JAUNE~!
Weiss: GET RID OF IT NOW!
Ruby: I WILL! I WILL! I PROMISE~!
Ruby: (Free) Oh, but are you sure you want me to remove it~?
Weiss: What? What are you talking about?
Ruby: Oh well, since Weiss wants me to remove it~!
Ruby: (Leans in to kiss Jaune)
Weiss: HEY! What the hell are you doing, you brat?!
Ruby: Fairy tales say that only a kiss from a princess will wake him up! DUH!
Weiss: IT'S THE OTHER WAY AROUND, YOU DOLT!
Ruby: WHAT?! So you don't care if Jaune never wakes up?!
Weiss: Of course not!
Pyrrha: Um... Ruby?
Ruby: WHAT?!
Pyrrha: Nora isn't waking up either. Did you cast your spell on her, too?
Ruby: Of course not!
Nora: (Snork!) Sho warm~.
#rwby#fate stay night#fate#fate series#my answer#my answers#jaune arc#ruby rose#weiss schnee#pyrrha nikos#nora valkyrie#white knight#lancaster#arkos
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Greek mythology AU? 👀
Amy as the goddess of love, Blaze as the goddess of wisdom, Rouge as the goddess of festivity might make more!
#sth#sonic the hedgehog#sonic#sonic fanart#sonic au#amy rose#Sonic and the three fates au#amy rose fanart#blaze the cat#blaze the cat fanart#rouge the bat#rouge the bat fanart#greek mythology#greek mythology au
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Shirou Day
Jaune: !!!
Pyrrha(raising a brow at her leader in confusion): Jaune? You o-
Pyrrha(blinking owlishly as the blond is suddenly wearing a black bodysuit with red coattails, a red shroud draped over his arms with a pair of married swords in his hands): -kay…?
Jaune(voice and face completely even): It’s Shirou Day Pyrrha…
Pyrrha(growing confused): Shirou Day?
Ren(wearing a black bodysuit with golden detailing while holding two pistols with bayonet blades): Shirou Day.
Ruby(barging into the room wearing a white and blue shirt and holding a pair of black and white married blades identical to Jaune’s): IT’S SHIROU DAY!!!
Jaune+Ren+Ruby(holding their blades up as Pyrrha simply watches in confusion): HELL YEAH!!!
#rwby#jaune arc#pyrrha nikos#lie ren#ruby rose#fate#fate series#fate/stay night#October 20th is Shirou Day apparently#shirou day 2024
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