#twig fics

[twig-the-edgelord]

I DID IT I DID IT I DID IT

I’m so nervous!!!!! Whhaaaaa

[calmlb]

hc that Dazai made a point of calling Chuuya small when they met because Dazai was used to being the small one.

like, finally there was someone shorter than him. because let’s be real, Dazai was barely taller than Chuuya in Fifteen.

i think people forget how small Dazai was too— not just in height, but also in weight. He was underweight in Dark Era, but in Fifteen & even at present he's barely within the healthy weight range for his height. he was constantly described as a twig in Fifteen, and almost every time he's introduced in the light novels he's called lanky, slender, etc.

[littlesmartart]

a goofy doodle from a scene in this monday's chapter of The Waves are Rising and Rising! da-ge your titties are too distracting pls put them away for poor lan xichen's sake!!

[chilling-seavey]

𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟜

No better to get into the cozy winter spirit than participating in a winter prompt festival! This is my first time doing one of these but when I saw the Winter Warmers Spicy and Fluffy Prompt List, I knew I couldn't pass up this writing challenge. Thank you to the creators for inspiring me!!

All blurbs will be a part of my 'The Way it Goes' Husband!Dad!George Universe. Read more here ����

Dec 1: Lingerie & Coffee on a Cold Morning

Dec 2: Coming Untouched & Evening Fire

Dec 3: Dildo & Holding Hands

Dec 4: Frottage & Cuddling For Warmth

Dec 5: Praise & Tree Lighting

Dec 6: Playing in The Snow

Dec 7: Blanket Fort

Dec 8: Holiday Decorating/Baking

Dec 9: Work Holiday Party

Dec 10: Sweat & Holiday Travel

Dec 11: Ugly Sweaters

Dec 12: Daddy/Mommy & Mistletoe Kisses

Dec 13: Cold Hands/Feet

Dec 14: Holiday Shopping

Dec 15: Ice Skating

Dec 16: Secret Santa

Dec 17: Public Sex & Hot Cocoa

Dec 18: Orgasm Denial & Christmas Market

Dec 19: Holiday Magic

Dec 20: Thigh Riding & Matching Pyjamas

Dec 21: Winter Storm

Dec 22: Presents

Dec 23: Vibrator & Stocking*

Dec 24: Crying & New Traditions

Dec 25: Holiday Alone Time

Dec 26: Cock Warming & Snowed In

Dec 27: Wrapped Up Warm Walk

Dec 28: Lactation & Cozy Hobbies

Dec 29: Seeing Friends*

Dec 30: Bondage & Lights*

Dec 31: Overstimulation & NYE Countdown

*edited the prompt from the original post to be my own for this day; original did not fit this universe/apply

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[nerdy-novelist017]

Sooooo I just saw The Crow (2024) and that movie wasn’t perfect but it was for the Dark Romance Girlies™️ and I may or may not have some ✨ideas✨

[tenpintsof-sundrop]

friendly reminder that putting 'x reader' as the label on your fic and then using a cover photo with a waif thin, petite, rapunzel ass, instagram aesthetic, white woman as the very first impression of what your fic is supposed to be about is a dick move

even if you don't add any descriptors of what the reader looks like in your fic (which, most of you slip up and do add them and don't care to edit them out) - having the audience's very first impression of your fic be that the love interest is a thin white woman says a lot about your unconscious thought process while writing the fic.

it says a lot about who you consider to be desirable in society and who you want your audience to be thinking about and picturing while reading the fic, when they should be thinking about and picturing themselves being desired by their favourite characters for polite escapism.

just a little tidbit for you

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

i just. i love when sun is a silly goofy boy. lovestruck clown. love that for him

[oneluckydragon]

Twig enjoyed going for walks alone. It turned out she liked to go for walks with company even more.

Go read The Present is a Gift by @sincerely-sofie. Her lovely characters Ark and Twig are always on my mind.

[sincerely-sofie]

Ohhhh, Anon's perfect apple ask is now giving me blessed imagery of Dusknoir cutting apple slices into bunny shapes. Maybe for Opal, maybe for him to show off, either way.

The soft, the dexterity, the GENTLENESS after such a prolonged period of violence he had undergone. Opal called him her gramps for a reason, after all.

(Referencing this post)

Hey how does it feel to have given me a prompt that had me tearing up all throughout the process of drawing it because of how unbearably heartfelt and endearing it is?

[teal-fiend]

A strange old pred who lives in the woods, has a little cottage. Living alone with nothing but their pet bird.

They live a little way from a village that they sometimes visit to gather supplies. 

Being a pred, they feel very estranged from the rest of society, which is why they have chosen the hermit life. 

They don’t dislike prey, but they aren’t comfortable interacting with them for more than a few seconds. The pred doesn’t talk much, almost to the point of being mute, and they don’t behave like a normal person. They’re just doing their own thing, and it doesn’t match up with what their distant neighbours are doing. 

The pred has been living near the town for longer than most of the residents can remember - they don’t know how or when the pred got there, or why they are here. They don’t seem to have any family. There aren’t any other preds local to the area. The preds existence is a mystery to most people. 

The townsfolk, although they don’t understand the pred, they don’t dislike them. In fact, the pred is useful to them. 

Issues can often arise within the community - an outsider coming into the town to try and buy-out their land, out-compete local businesses, or otherwise harass or cause problems for the locals. If this happens, the townsfolk approach the pred and politely ask that they go after the prey. 

They’ll tell the problematic individual that the pred is the mayor, or someone with authority. They’ll schedule a meeting with the pred. They’ll talk over lunch. The townsfolk will dress the pred in formal attire. During the meeting, the pred will eat the problem. 

The community will thank the pred, cooing over them, affirming them (because the pred can be skittish, especially after eating). The pred would wobble back to their house to digest in peace. And in the coming days, the pred will receive gifts from the town (cheese, books, hats), as a thank you for the help.

[some-awtter]

Pokemon drawing practice!

Whaatt noo I did not draw a bunch of pokemon just to disguise fan art for a Sophie on here... whaaatt... that's... that's crazy.

@sincerely-sofie made the lil' Charmeleon in the bottom right (Twig)

[twig-the-edgelord]

All of these shall be made eventually but am wondering which next (trying to keep secret about what the content will be)

[lakesbian]

this isn't qualifying as fanfiction or even dialogue with a point but i jotted down a random snip from my imaginary better version of the twig chapter where sy negotiates for the lambs to give him helen + pieces of ashton in exchange for a doctor he and jessie kidnapped. because ive been doing this thing lately called just writing whatever the hell appears in my brain for lambwriting practice and so i don't forget scene ideas in actual fics. and im never gonna have a reason to actually incorporate this into anything so ill just post it

“I…can't say I have anything better,” Jessie said. 

Lillian gawped at her. Then she pointed, sounding almost aghast. “I've just realized, you're–you’re in on all of this!”

Jessie took a bite of her danish and chewed for a good ten seconds before responding, which I supposed was a strategy to give Lillian a moment to calm down, and to avoid saying the obvious No shit. 

“It's not ideal,” she said. “But you have to admit, it's not reasonable to ask for Berger without giving something of equal value back. You also have to admit that Berger is an extremely valuable person. Right? Helen makes a fair exchange in terms of commitment. But we can't use her in the same way you can use Berger. Throwing in a piece of Ashton isn't hurting you, and it gives us something slightly more even.”

Lillian scowled. 

“My main complaint is that taking a piece of Ashton bothers you, and it's still not as useful as Berger. So we'd be coming out on the worse end of the deal, and losing some of your good graces in the process.” She gave me an annoyed glare. “But I don't have any better ideas, so that leaves me backing the Sylvester plan.”

“See?” I crowed, spreading my arms in triumph. “Even Jessie likes my idea.”

“Why is that supposed to be convincing?” Duncan asked, sounding offended. “You're–she’s your girlfriend, of course she would agree with you. It doesn't make it any less insane.”

“That sounds sexist, Duncan,” Jessie said, turning her judgment on him. “I'm his girlfriend, so I'm automatically subordinate to whatever he says? Did you not just hear me criticizing it?”

“No! No, I didn't mean it like that, what I mean is–you two are dating, and you're leading this whole project together, so it shouldn't be a point in his favor that you're both on the same page.”

I leaned on the table, getting closer to Duncan. “I can't blame you for not knowing this, Dunc, since you haven't been around Jessie long–”

“Duncan, please,” he interrupted. 

“Big mistake,” Lillian muttered. 

“But the thing is, Dunc,” I carried on, “that Jessie likes to complain about my ideas more than anyone else you could find. In fact, I'll count selling her on this as a greater victory than selling you.” 

“That sounds…completely backwards.” 

“No,” Lillian sighed. “That makes sense. Of course he's not concerned about being able to manipulate us.” 

“I'm noticing I'm starting to hear lots of people at this table agreeing with me!” I said brightly. 

“Two,” Jessie said. “Two people begrudgingly agreeing.”

It was a brilliant dynamic, really. By siding with everyone else in being exasperated with me, she could argue for everything we wanted, and look perfectly unbiased while she did it. 

“Three!” I said. “Three, if we count Helen wanting to come with us, which I absolutely do.” Helen waved cheerfully at the mention of her name, still munching her pastries. “Why, including me, we've almost got a majority.”

“We're not including you,” Jessie said tiredly. “You don't get a vote on your own plan.”

No one spoke up to tell her she didn't get a vote. The verisimilitude and convincing effect of her exasperation, of course, came from how she wasn't even remotely acting. 

“I disagree,” I said. I beamed at her. 

She shoved her glasses up and pinched her nose.

[theostrophywife]

starfall.

masterlist (azriel x reader) author's note: this modern day au! was so fun to write. the angst was definitely a little bit of a challenge and tackling on the complexity of eris was great. let me know what you guys think. summary: every year, the velaris corporation hosts the starfall gala. while attending as eris vanserra's plus one, you unexpectedly run into your ex-boyfriend azriel.

The dress you were wearing cost more than the average person’s monthly salary. 

It was a silky, elegant cobalt little number with a plunging neckline that hugged your curves in all the right places and drew the attention of every male in the room, which is precisely why your boyfriend picked it out for you to wear tonight.

Not to be outdone, Eris Vanserra always made it a point to be the smartest, richest, and most influential man in the room. It usually wasn’t hard given the fact that he was primed to inherit his father's multimillion dollar business. A man like that needed to have the proper arm candy to show off at the Starfall Gala. 

The gala was an annual charity event coordinated by the Velaris Corporation, spearheaded by the one and only Rhysand Night. The purpose of the event was to raise money for stem programs in underprivileged schools, but you wouldn’t know it from all the pompous peacocking happening around you. The worst of them being your boyfriend. 

Eris returned from the bar, handing you a glass of champagne as he quickly assessed the room, no doubt hoping to catch a glimpse of your host. As you tipped the lip of the glass into your mouth, you observed your boyfriend with casual boredom. When he asked you to come with him, you’d almost declined knowing that he’d likely spend the entirety of the night griping over Rhys. It always bothered Eris that Velaris Corp had seemingly emerged out of nowhere, surpassing all the other major energy companies in profit and innovation, second only to Vanserra Inc. 

You’ve always thought that naming the company after the family’s surname was a bit tacky, but you weren’t about to admit that to Eris or his power hungry father, Beron. The Vanserra males were ruthless, cunning, and so unlike anyone you’ve ever dated before. Perhaps that’s why you agreed to be in this strategic relationship with Eris in the first place. The last one had completely and utterly torn you apart and choosing someone you could keep at arm’s length seemed like the safest choice. 

It would have made you feel like a terrible person if Eris wasn’t also benefiting from this mutual arrangement. In you, he found himself an equal partner, a budding nuclear engineer that had over half a dozen companies fighting over her. At first, your relationship had been strictly professional. Tasked by Beron to poach you from your former job, Eris wined and dined you in an effort to convince you that Vanserra Inc. was the right place to lay down your roots. Not wanting to be tied down, you promptly told him that you were perfectly content to sticking with contractual work. Though the salary he offered was enticing, the thought of working under his father was an immediate nonstarter. 

You heard the rumors of Beron’s regular outbursts in the office and it wasn’t a secret that he underpaid his employees. You didn’t want to get into bed with a man like that, though you didn’t resist rolling around between the sheets with his son. Eris might be an arrogant bastard, but he more than lived up to his reputation when it came to sex. 

Still, you couldn’t say he was the best you’ve ever had. That honor belongs to Azriel and Azriel alone. 

No one else was able to make you feel pleasure like Azriel could, but no one else had the power to shatter your heart into pieces either. Shaking away the ghost of your ex-boyfriend, you turned your attention back to the male before you. 

“Are you almost ready to leave?” you ask, twirling the flute of amber liquid between your fingers. 

The champagne fizzled within the glass, its transparent surface catching the fiery strands of perfectly coiffed hair upon your boyfriend’s shoulders. You examine the male, taking in the custom tailored suit, the handsome, pouty face, and the warm amber eyes that seemed to be looking anywhere but you. 

“Just a second, sweetheart. You know I’m expected to make my rounds tonight. Father would kill me if I didn’t at least mingle with our gracious host,” the bite of sarcasm upon the mention of Rhysand made you sigh, but you didn’t bother to argue. You only had to endure a few more minutes of this before you can go home, fuck Eris senseless, and go to sleep in your comfortable bed. 

The lack of excitement wasn’t lost on you as Eris placed a kiss upon your cheek. Physically speaking you were undoubtedly attracted to the male, but your heart tugged for golden brown skin, hair as dark as night, and hazel eyes that made every fiber within you come alive. The sexual chemistry between you and Eris was really the only thing holding this companionship together. There was no passion, no intimacy, just a warm body to come home to at the end of a long day. 

You weren’t complaining. Love was highly overrated anyways. 

Eris scampered off in search of Rhysand and you sat back, leaning against the expensive marble counter adorning the open bar tucked into the corner of the grand ballroom. Faces and names blurred together, melding into a hazy blur as the champagne rushes to your head. In hindsight, you probably should’ve eaten something in lieu of drinking on an empty stomach. 

“You know, you could put Eris out of his misery and tell him that we’ve known each other since we were in diapers.” A familiar voice says beside you. Rhysand Night, up and coming energy mogul and also your childhood best friend, greeted you with a smile. 

As always, the male was impeccably dressed, turning the head of nearly every female in the room. He smirks, sliding a hand into the pockets of his expensive trousers while leaning against the bar. 

You snorted. “And surrender all the glorious blackmail material I have on you? Not a chance in hell, Rhys.”  

“Glad to see you could make it tonight,” he says, violet eyes scanning over you. “Though I’m not as thrilled by your escort.” 

The roll of your eyes was almost a reflex. “Play nice or else I’ll tell him about the time I had to clean up hot cheeto colored vomit off of you during freshman year.” 

He gasped dramatically. “You swore to secrecy. Besides, that’s precisely why I avoid mixing darks and lights now.” 

“You had half a bottle of peach wine, Rhys and I never did receive compensation for the stain you left on my dorm room carpet.” 

Rhys pulls you in for a hug, annoyingly mussing up the very expensive blowout you’d treated yourself to that morning. “I’ve missed you, my friend. So has Feyre. I’d be remiss if I didn’t pass along my darling wife’s message.” 

“She and I had lunch just last week.” 

“Yes, but you never come around the house anymore.” 

Sighing, you busied yourself by rummaging through your clutch in search of your signature lipstick. “I’ve been busy. You know how it is.” 

“I do, but Nyx is not as understanding. He’s been asking for his godmother.” 

Spreading the mauve gloss over your mouth, you let out an indignant noise. “That’s absolutely evil, Rhys. Using my adorable little godson as leverage.” 

“As long as it's working, I’ll be able to sleep soundly at night. I mean it, though. The rest of our friends have been asking where you’ve been.” 

“I’ve been…around. Work has been hectic as all hell.” It was a lame excuse and you both knew it. 

Rhys glanced at you sideways, weighing whatever it was he was going to say next. “Are you sure you’re not just avoiding my brother?” You fell silent, looking towards the ceiling. 

That was the complicated thing about dating within your group of friends. Breakups were always a landmine of tension and awkwardness. To avoid that, you’d taken yourself entirely out of the equation. You still met up with your friends regularly, but never in a group setting and certainly not at Feyre and Rhysand’s house which served as a constant reminder of your ruined relationship. 

Your friend seems to follow you train of thought. “If that’s the case, you should know that he hasn’t been around as much either. Not since the breakup.” 

The shaky breath you released angered you. It had been nearly a year since you and Azriel broke up and you still couldn’t hear his name without feeling like you were drowning. 

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you say with a sigh. 

“I know it was rough and I understand why you might need to distance yourself, but you should see him. He’s been working through things.” 

“It’s none of my business, Rhys.” 

The pressure in your chest was building and you had to blink away the prickling sensation behind your eyes. You wouldn’t let yourself cry tonight. You’ve already wasted so many tears on Azriel. 

Thankfully, Rhys didn’t press further. “New topic,” he announced in a cheerier voice. “Have you given any more thought about my offer or have you decided to sell your soul to the bloodthirsty foxes at Van Inc?

“They’re not all bad,” you offer in an entirely unconvincing tone. 

“Please, Beron is basically Satan Incarnate and Satan Junior seems all too giddy to honor his father’s legacy. The only decent one out of that whole family is Lucien and even he left the company to branch out on his own.” 

Possessing neither the energy nor rebuttal, you took another swig of your drink. “I’m not saying no, but don’t you think that working together would complicate things?” 

“More than they already are now?” he asked, not unkindly. Rhys picked at an imaginary piece of lint at the lapel of his jacket. “Look, you’re brilliant in your field and my company is always looking for the best and brightest. If you work for me, I’m offering you free reign over projects and unrestricted access to the lab that I know you’ve been eyeing since college.” 

The offer was ridiculously generous. Given the friendship between you and Rhys, you already knew that you’d work well together. He trusted the expertise of his engineers and wasn’t one to micromanage. As tempting as it was, there was still the matter of your ex boyfriend. Azriel was Velaris Corp’s chief operating officer and while your position wouldn’t directly fall under his management, it would still open up opportunities for awkward run-ins. 

“You don’t have to give me an answer right now,” Rhys adds. “Just think about it and don’t tell your boyfriend about the cheeto incident or the offer.” 

You smirked. “We don’t do much talking anyways.” 

The supposed bad boy of energy blanched, sticking his tongue out as though you’d been transported back to your kindergarten days. “My poor, virginal ears. Keep the details of your sex life far, far away from me.”

“If you were wondering if the carpets match the drapes, they totally do.” 

Rhys was full on gagging. The other guests glanced his way, but he covered it with a cough. You could practically hear whatever sarcastic retort he had in his arsenal until his violet eyes widened, straightening at the sight of whoever was behind you. 

“Speak of the devil,” he muttered under his breath. 

From the corner of your eye, you glimpsed a flash of red. Relief washed over you for a split second at the sight of your boyfriend. Finally, Eris and Rhys could convene with their annual pissing contest so you could go home. 

But Eris wasn’t the only one standing there. Beside the redheaded male, overshadowing the entire room by the gravity of his presence alone, Azriel smiled at you. 

The sight knocked the very air out of your lungs. Dressed in a fitted onyx suit, the tall, muscular form of your ex-boyfriend came closer and closer towards you. Even in your tallest heels, Azriel towered a good foot over you. He brushed the dark strands of hair covering his face, long enough to graze those sharp cheekbones of his, curling against his golden brown skin at a length that you once told him was your favorite. Stubble covered his jaw and the golden flecks in his hazel eyes shimmered under the dim lighting. 

A year. An entire year had gone by since you last saw him, but still the traitorous beating of your heart seemed to call out for him. 

“There you are, sweetheart.” Eris says, casually looping an arm through your waist. “And it looks like you found the man of the hour.” 

You forced a smile as Rhys and Azriel exchanged glances. The former simply nods at your boyfriend in acknowledgment. “Always a pleasure, Eris.” 

“You’re quite hard to find,” Eris responds with a raised brow. “Luckily, your brother was very helpful. Thank you again…” he glances to his left, obviously already having forgotten Azriel’s name. 

“Azriel.” The male responds in a cold, dark tone. 

The intensity of his gaze burned your skin like a brand. Your eyes flickered to his for a moment, drawn there by some invisible force, before you turned towards Eris. He seemed utterly oblivious to the tension clouding the room. 

To your surprise, your boyfriend took Azriel’s scarred hand in his and shook it. “Well, thank you Azriel. This damned ballroom is like a maze.” 

Azriel says nothing as your eyes drop down to the sapphire cufflinks peeking out from his wrist, the very same pair that you’d gifted him during your one year anniversary. He always said they brought him good luck, but you doubted he’d think that after tonight. 

Eris watched your crestfallen face. Glanced between you and Azriel. Then to Rhys, whose shocked expression raised alarm in Eris. 

“Do you two know each other?” 

“No.” 

“Yes.” 

A glimpse of hurt flashed through Azriel’s eyes before he collected himself. “We know of each other. I’d be a terrible chief of operations if I failed to recognize the most talented nuclear engineer in the field.” 

The flush that crept up your cheeks was instantaneous, followed only by a shot of anger. Azriel didn’t get to have this effect on you anymore. 

“I’m going to the ladies room to freshen up. Call me when you and Rhysand are finished talking shop.” 

You didn’t give anyone a chance to respond before stalking off. The slow reverb of your boyfriend’s laughter as he discussed business with Rhysand rang in your ears, but you pushed through the crowd until it faded into white noise. 

As you scanned your surroundings, you realized that Eris was right. This place was a maze. You walked through the historic ballroom, ducking through ornate archways and towering pillars in search of the bathroom. 

A dim hallway that looked like something out of a Victorian horror story popped up to your left and against better judgment of possible orphan ghosts hiding in the night, you took the detour. In all honesty, you would’ve walked into traffic if it meant escaping the mess you’d left behind. 

It wasn’t long before you came to regret the decision as a door to your right creaked open and a strong arm pulled you into a dark room. You immediately swung, but your fist was caught by someone’s open palm. 

The sound of a switch being flipped on flickered to your right. Light flooded the room and you blinked rapidly, adjusting to the change. 

Mere inches away from you, Azriel’s hands intertwined in yours before he hesitantly let go. 

He swayed, raising his hands in a nonthreatening pose. “It’s just me.” 

You pressed a hand to your heart. “Have you lost your damn mind? I almost clocked you in the jaw.” 

Azriel smiled, sheepish. “Glad to see that the boxing lessons paid off.” 

You crossed your arms, still reeling from the adrenaline rush. “That’s not funny. You scared me half to death.” 

“I’m sorry,” he says earnestly. “I just wanted to talk to you.” 

“And you thought pulling me into a dark, possibly haunted room was the best way to go about it?” 

He winced, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry…I just. Sorry.” 

“You said that already.” 

“Not nearly enough,” Azriel says softly. 

The gentle tone of his voice made you ease up. “What did you want to talk about?” 

He folded his hands behind his back, a nervous habit that he developed after burning them. The little remnants of your intimate knowledge of the male before you made your entire being feel heavy. The burden of feeling so disconnected from someone who was right in front of you was almost too much to bear. 

“I wanted to talk about us.” 

The statement tore through your skin and into your chest, clutching your heart with its razor sharp claws. “There is no us, Azriel,” you say with a trembling voice. “Not anymore.” 

“I know,” he says, pain and hurt written all over his face. “There isn’t a single day that goes by that I don’t regret not chasing after you.” 

You clenched your fists, manicured fingers embedding crescent shapes into your skin. If you closed your eyes, you could still remember that fateful night. Things had been rocky with Azriel for weeks, miscommunication and late nights at the office weighing down on your relationship. It didn’t help that Azriel wasn’t the most forthcoming with his feelings. You tried to be understanding, to fight through the rough patch, but attempting to decipher through someone’s feelings when they refused to feel it themselves finally broke something in you. 

Leaving Azriel was the hardest thing you’ve ever done. You cried for weeks, half of you expecting him to turn up at your door while the other half loathed herself for even entertaining the thought. You loved him, but he needed to realize that he was worthy of that love too. 

“It’s too late, Azriel. I’m with someone else now.” 

Someone safe. Someone who wouldn’t break your heart. 

“I understand. I just wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I didn’t tell you how sorry I am. When you left, I was so angry, but the longer time went on, the more I realized why you did what you did.” 

You looked up at him and you felt your heart shatter into a thousand pieces. 

“It wasn’t fair of me to push you away when all you ever did was show me how much you loved me. I think I never fully believed that I deserved you and that was part of the problem.” 

Tears pricked the back of your eyes. You could tell how hard it was for him to say these things to you, as though dredging up the remnants of your relationship tore at him too. His eyes were soft, his expression solemn. 

“The point is, I’ve been working through things. I…went to therapy. More than once. Every week, actually.” 

The revelation released a floodgate of tears. A year ago, you never would have thought that Azriel would be open to talking about his feelings with a complete stranger. You felt a swell of pride for him. 

“That’s great, Az.” 

A slow smile spread through his beautiful face. “I’m not telling you any of this because I want you back. I do want you back, but even if I never get another chance with you again, I want you to know that you’re one of the reasons why I even had the courage to do any of this. You always believed in me. I should’ve believed in us.” 

A single tear fell down your cheek. Azriel wiped it away with his thumb. “I appreciate you telling me all of this and I’m glad you're seeing someone, but it’s been a year. A lot has changed.” 

The lump in your throat climbed higher and higher as Azriel scanned your face. He stepped closer and the familiar scent of his expensive cologne, night chilled mist with a hint of cedar, was so him that you could barely breathe. He titled your chin up, reading your features like an open book. 

“I just need to know one thing,” he says softly. “Do you love him?” 

You inhaled sharply, avoiding his gaze. “It’s not that simple.” 

“Of course it is. Loving you has always been a simple choice. There might have been bumps along the way, challenges to face, but I never once questioned how I felt about you.” 

A beat of silence passed as his words washed over you. You knew he was telling the truth. The only thing in question was whether or not you were ready to hear it. 

A loud ring sliced through the tension and a wave of relief washed over you. Retrieving your phone from your pocket, you blanched as your boyfriend’s name flashed through the screen. Azriel glances down and something unreadable flashed through his face. 

“Call me when you figure out your answer,” Azriel says. He holds the door open and walks out into the hallway. Hazel struck your heart like a bolt of lightning. “I’ll be waiting when you do.” 

With a heavy smile, you reached up to the tips of your toes and kissed him on the cheek. The mark of your lipstick stained his golden brown skin as his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. 

“Good night, Azriel.” 

The limousine had not moved in over twenty minutes. Outside, the city was alive with sights and sounds, people milling about through the streets despite the fact that it was creeping closer and closer to midnight while a line of cars sat idle in bumper to bumper traffic. 

“What could possibly be the hold up?” Eris asked impatiently, craning his neck toward the window to no avail. 

You shrugged, unable to find a single kernel of concern for whatever was the cause of this delay. “I’m sure everyone’s just headed out of downtown from Starfall.”

At your words, your gaze trailed towards the Velaris building. It stood out even in a city full of skyscrapers because of the all black exterior, which glimmered with an iridescent glow. Tiny flecks of lights surrounded the building, giving it the appearance of a starry night sky. 

“Rhysand has truly outdone himself, hasn’t he?” Eris declares with a sneer. 

A dull ache formed in the base of your skull. “Can we not talk about Rhys tonight?” 

Your boyfriend gives you a once over, amber eyes flickering over your tired expression. “What’s gotten into you, sweetheart? You usually love these events.”

In truth, you hated every party, ball, and gala that you’d been forced to smile and sit through. The crowd made you feel overstimulated and empty conversations drained what little social battery you had. Eris would’ve known that if he’d bothered to get to know you at all, but to be fair, you made no efforts to do the same for him either. 

This arrangement was supposed to be safe. You only really needed to know each other on a surface level for this to work. This relationship was exactly what you wanted, right?

After seeing Azriel again, you weren’t so sure. 

“Do you even like me, Eris?” 

Eris looked up from the lit screen of his phone, raising a neat brow in your direction. “What a silly question. Of course I like you.” 

“We don’t even really know each other,” you prompt, gazing at the skyline beyond. 

“Does this have anything to do with Rhysand’s brother?” Eris gave you a knowing look. You blanched, avoiding his gaze. Was it that obvious? 

Your boyfriend chuckled. “It’s alright, I’m not mad. We both knew what we were getting into when we agreed to be in this relationship.” 

“Are you happy? With our…arrangement?” 

He set his phone down, turning over to face you. “I am content. In business, that’s all one could really hope for. Happiness is a luxury most cannot afford. Even the richest men find themselves lacking in that department.” 

You were surprised by his answer. If a man who had the entire world at his fingertips couldn’t afford happiness, who could? 

“What about love?” 

His amber eyes softened as he glanced out the window. “I haven’t had the best experience with it. Sometimes I think the Vanserras are fated to have doomed relationships.” 

From what you were able to glean in your time together, you knew his parents didn’t have the best relationship. Even his younger brother Lucien was rumored to have left the company due to the fallout of courting a woman that Beron didn’t approve of. 

“Is that why you close yourself off to it?” 

Eris smiled, the expression on his face knowing. “I’d imagine that I avoid love for the same reasons that you do, dear. It’s complicated and messy. People get hurt.” 

You nod. “It is much safer to hide behind a wall than let them in, isn’t it?” 

The male gave you a peculiar look. “Haven’t you heard, sweetheart? Safety is highly overrated.” He offered you a smile. “This might be out of place for me to say, but I have enjoyed our time together and I consider you a friend. Tonight, I saw you look at Azriel in a way that I’ve never seen you look at me.” 

The sense of betrayal twisted in your gut, but Eris only shrugged. “I’m not bothered by it. Like I said, we both knew what we were getting into when we started this.” He paused, testing the waters. “But, if you have a chance to find love—real love, you should take it. Don’t let the fear of getting hurt stop you from trying again. After all, what is love if not a high stakes game of risk and reward? It just depends on how much of yourself you’re willing to gamble.” 

You looked at Eris then—really looked at him. Despite the façade he showed the rest of the world, there was a kind soul hidden beneath his expensive Tom Ford suit. 

“You’re a good man, Eris. You shouldn’t let your father or anyone else convince you that kindness is weak.” 

Eris smiled. “Perhaps one day we’ll both be brave enough to take each other’s advice.” 

You surveyed the stalled cars, the blurred faces of the people passing through the streets, the monotonous hustle and bustle of the busy city you love and decided that you were done living on autopilot. For over a year, you’ve been content to let life pass you by, telling yourself over and over again that you just had to survive, because that’s what life without Azriel was like. It was barely surviving. 

It took twelve months to build the wall around your heart and Azriel destroyed it in one night. That’s what true love feels like. Real, raw, and vulnerable. The scariest feeling in the whole world, but worth every second. 

“I don’t think I want to wait,” you whispered softly. 

Eris took your hand in his, squeezing in reassurance. “Then don’t. Go and be with the one you truly love.” 

You knew then what you had to do. Leaning over, you placed a kiss on his cheek. 

“Thank you, Eris.” 

After you and Eris parted ways, he instructed his driver to take you safely to wherever you wanted to go. 

So here you were, standing outside the dimly lit street of your old neighborhood in a ridiculously expensive ball gown while the soft rain drizzled all around you. 

The once familiar door cast shadows underneath your feet as you attempted to muster up the courage to knock. From the outside, the home you formerly shared with Azriel appeared exactly the same as it did on the night you left.

You fished around the crevices of your clutch and retrieved your phone. Calling Azriel instead of just knocking on the door was a definite cop out, but it was better than nothing. 

Like you knew he would, Azriel picked up on the first ring. He paused, letting the silence stretch out until you were ready to speak. 

“You were right,” you finally say. “I don’t love Eris.” 

There wasn’t a hint of surprise or judgement from the other line. Instead, that soft soothing voice simply asked, “Where are you right now?” 

“Outside.” 

The door opened moments later, revealing a rare startled looking Azriel holding a phone to his ear. His tie was undone and his shirt was halfway undone as though you’d caught him in the middle of undressing. 

For a split second, you held your breath as your gazes met.

But then it clicked.

When you looked at Azriel, you knew. There wasn’t a single doubt in your mind that you’d gladly hand over your heart to this male even if it meant giving him the power to crush it into a thousand pieces. You’d rather hurt than to not have him in your life at all. 

Azriel dropped the phone onto the floor and swept you up into his arms. The rain fell onto the quiet street as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He buried his face into the crook of your shoulder, breathing deeply as hot tears trailed onto your skin. 

Before you knew it, you were crying too. All the anguish and emptiness of being apart hit you all at once. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered over and over again. “I’m sorry for not fighting harder for us.” 

“It’s alright, Az.” You took his face in your hands, swiping at the tears streaming down his cheeks. “I’m proud of you for learning how to fight for yourself. I think some part of me was always waiting for this day to come and maybe that’s why I chose Eris because I knew I could never love him like I love you. You’re the love of my life, Azriel and you always will be.” 

“I love you,” he breathed. “I love you so much that I’m willing to face my own demons if it means being a better man for you. You are my home. I am yours and you are mine.” 

Azriel cupped your cheek, gently brushing away the droplets of water. 

“I love you, Azriel. I always have and I always will.”

When he leans down to kiss you, the weight of the world falls off of your shoulders. Reuniting with him in the middle of this quiet street while the rain drenched the both of you felt right. 

It felt like coming home. 

[ladytauria]

If you're okay with prompts right now can I ask for jason and tim putting on relationship weight together

yes you can! <3

this ended up fairly short but i hope you enjoy it, nonny~

also i apologize for any mistakes <3 i was halfway done when my cat decided to sit in my face, and like? who was i to say no. so i wrote the rest on mobile lmao

Tim has gotten softer around the middle.

The realization hits Jason while he’s still half-drowsy from sleep, curled around Tim in their bed. They’d flipped during the night, with Jason now in Tim’s place as the big spoon; feathery strands of hair tickling his chin, his arm wound around Tim’s waist. And under his hand, splayed over Tim’s stomach… there’s more give than there used to be.

He can’t help but feel it; smoothing his palm over the padding over Tim’s ribs, the soft curve of his stomach. Something swells in his chest, made up of too many feelings for him to name.

It’s not that he hadn’t noticed, exactly. Something he’d insisted on, when they moved in together, was that, as long as they were both in Gotham, they should share at least one meal a day, out of costume. It had taken some time to find a rhythm, but… they had.

He’d noticed the extra weight he picked up pretty quickly. It was hard not to—especially with Tim constantly using him as his own personal pillow. Jason used to fake gripe about it, until he figured out that the surest way to make Tim sleep was to offer himself up as a bed. Even the most complex case wasn’t enough to keep Tim from drifting off, once he was resting on or against Jason’s thigh, chest, stomach.

After that, well. Even his most sincere attempts to bitch about it fell flat.

Anyway—between that and the adjustments he’d had to make to his armor, he’d definitely noticed his own weight gain. Tim— Maybe he’d noticed his cheekbones weren’t quite as sharp, or that there was something a little bit more solid in the punches he threw, but—

The rest of it slipped past him.

Until now.

Now… all he wants to do is explore. Spread Tim out on their bed and find all the parts of him that have changed. He wants to lavish them with attention, and affection, because by god, Tim deserves to be soft. Deserves to take care of himself, to indulge himself.

(And maybe���maybe—there’s a part of Jason that wants to lay claim to it, too. Because this is because of him. Not just the food he’s made, or the request to eat together but— It’s their closeness. It’s choosing a quiet evening together over going out or staying late at work or pouring over casework. It’s ending patrol at three or four am instead of five or six to get an extra hour or two in bed together. It’s not burying themselves in a case alone, stress eating away at them, because they have a partner right there to help.

It’s love and trust, safety and support, commitment and contentment.)

Jason resists the urge, though. The last thing he wants to do is disturb Tim’s sleep. God knows it will take a lifetime, maybe two, to repay the debt he’s stacked up, and Jason won’t get in the way of him shaving off what he can.

They have the rest of the day. Last Jason heard, Tim doesn’t have anywhere to be today, and he knows neither of them have any pressing cases. Maybe… maybe after breakfast, before Tim disappears to his study, when he’s still relaxed and a little sleepy. Coaxing back into bed won’t be hard. Neither will convincing him to let Jason take the lead for a bit. Tim is entirely too willing to indulge Jason—the power he has is almost overwhelming.

He supposes it goes both ways.

Mm…

He tucked his nose in the back of Tim’s neck, cuddling closer to him.

It’s probably about time to start breakfast, honestly. But Jason is warm, and comfortable. Maybe he can indulge himself, a little. Fifteen more minutes won’t hurt anything.

[ ao3 ]

[demigod-of-the-agni]

concept for my version of the sorcerer supreme! Doctor Shreyan Sthapit is your local coffee-loving wizard battling the weird from beyond your perception of reality! please do not dirty the sanctum sanctorum! he will not appreciate it!

I need to draw him more

(but you can see him in action in this fic right here)