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shadowandlightt · 2 months

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Of Nightmares and Memories | nine | Azirel X reader

Series Warnings: Kidnapping. Mistreatment. Cursing. Pining. Violence. Depression. Talks of suicide. Eventual smut

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight

A/N; *to the tune of Britney Spears* OOps I DID IT AGAIN. Also I'm more nervous about this part than I have been for this entire series, so be nice and kind and I hope you enjoy <3

Mor showed up a few days later. She appeared as you were lounging in a chair, attempting to read some random romance novel you’d come across.

“He’s taking her to The Weaver,” She stated in lue of a greeting.

“Well then he’s a fool,” You snorted, not looking up from your book.

“YN,” She warns, “He’s taking her to The Weaver.”

“Yes I heard you,” you roll your eyes and look up, “What difference does it-”

You stop upon seeing the look on her face. The worry and the pain hidden there. You swallow the lump in your throat at the sight. She looked at you like you would break at any moment, and maybe you would. Maybe she saw the truth in you.

“They’re mates, aren’t they?” You question, voice sounding strange.

She only nods and moves to sit on the couch across from you. You nod slowly in understanding. You wanted to be happy for them, but somehow you couldn’t feel it. Like there was something wrong with you. Like you were broken.

“I had a feeling,” You tell her, “From the moment she became Fae and he came for her the first time. I had a feeling.”

It was true, you did have a feeling. Something deep within you told you that they were drawn to one another in ways that neither of them could explain. You often wondered if that was the same with Azirel too. If you were secretly mates, you used to pray for it as a child. Because you couldn’t imagine a better mate than him

To this day you still couldn’t imagine a better mate. But how could he want you now? Mate or not. You’d never have the same relationship that you had before. Nothing would be the same. How could you pretend to be the same person you were when you were taken when everything around you was different? You weren’t sure how you were going to do any of this.

“Please come home,” Mor begged.

“I can’t,” You try to keep your voice from breaking, “I can’t go back there.”

“Why?” She demands, standing from the couch, “Why are you denying yourself this? It’s Valaris! Your favorite place in all the world! You hate being here, you always have.”

“Maybe I deserve to be here,” You mumble, “Maybe I deserve to be away from all of you.”

“What are you talking about?” She questions.

“I didn’t try to run when I could have. I gave up. I fucking gave up and accepted my fate there,” You explain, slamming your book shut, “I let myself become Tamlin’s little play thing, I allowed him to strip my powers away. I let him do everything to me and I never fought back.”

“You never deserved what happened to you,” She shook her head, “I’m not so sure that I wouldn’t have given up either, if I’d been in your shoes.”

“I spent fifty years thinking all of you were dead.”

“Oh, Y/N.”

“I really did give up then. Because I realized Rhys wouldn’t be able to come for me. Up until that point, up until she took him, I was convinced he would come save me. That all of you would somehow find out I was still alive and come marching into the Spring Court and raze it to the ground.”

You shake your head, trying to clear the thoughts that were swirling about. Your back ached along the two big scars. Everything about you just hurt. Your skin, your head, your chest, your heart…everything. You just wanted it to stop. You needed it to stop.

Mor sat back down and reached over to take your hands in hers. There was nothing but love in her eyes, no sign of the pain that you saw when she first arrived. You want to pull away from her, pull away from the tender touch that reminded you too much of your mother.

“You survived,” She swore, looking deeply into your eyes, “You made it out. You were brave and cunning and you survived. That’s all that matters now.”

Your head shakes again, “No, it’s not all that matters. You can’t understand, none of you can.”

“Then help me understand,” She begs, “Help me understand what’s going on. Help me help you.”

“You can’t help me, Morrigan,” You said, standing up and ripping your hands away from hers.

You walked to one of the large widows, wondering how bad it would be if you flung yourself from the Palace. How much would it hurt when you crashed into the mountain below? Would it be enough to bring you the release you so desperately craved? Would Mor be able to stop you in time?

You thought long and hard about it, but in the end you turned away from the window. Hating yourself for even thinking such a thing. It would destroy Rhys to get you back only to lose you again. You couldn’t do that to him. That was the only thing stopping you.

“Azriel knows we’re hiding something,” She says from her spot on the couch, “I’m not sure how much longer we can hold him off.”

You nearly cringe at the sound of his name. Cauldron, what is he going to do when he finds out about you? How will he react? Will he even want to be in the same room as you? Will he be able to stand to look at you after everything you’ve done?

“I don’t care,” You lied, “I don’t give a fuck if he thinks you’re hiding something. You don’t tell him about me.”

“Yes I know, Rhys’ order was very clear,” She rolls her eyes.

“You should go,” You tell her, “Before they wonder where you are.”

She sighs and gets up from the couch. You can tell she wants to say something else but decides against it. You watch as she disappears into darkness. You finally felt that you were able to breathe once she left.

You fell deeper and deeper into the darkness as the days went on. The feeling in your chest only got worse with time. You wondered what would happen if you went down to The Hewen City. What would they do if their princess suddenly reappeared after so many years.

You wondered if they’d kill you, just to spite Rhys. Or if they’d bow down to you like they used to. But then you remembered one of the last conversations you had with Azriel, and how he hated the way so many of the males talked about you and you felt sick.

Everything surrounding Az seemed to make you feel that way these days. You could feel it deep in your chest, the sort of ache you always seemed to feel whenever you were away from him. After all of these years it still hadn’t subsided. In fact it seemed to be getting worse as each day passed by. Like being back in the Night Court and being so close to him was making it worse. Or maybe it was the fact that the Faebane was finally starting to wear off and your powers were coming back.

No matter the reason, you weren’t sure that you could go on like this any more. You didn’t know how you could live with the constant ache forever. Because you never planned on going back to Valaris, you couldn’t face the city you loved after what you did. After how you allowed your mother to be killed. She loved Valaris, and loved flying over the city. And it was your fault she was dead, no matter what anyone else said. You were to blame.

You didn’t expect Rhys to appear several days later. He looked tired. You wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and tell him that it was going to be okay. But even you didn’t believe that. You couldn’t believe that it would be okay. Too much had happened.

“We’re going to the Summer Court,” He tells you, “Feyre, Amren, and myself.”

“Enjoy.”

“Little Star, tell me what to do,” He begs, stepping closer to you, “Tell me how to help you.”

“I’ll tell you like I told Mor,” You sigh, “You can’t help me.”

“Come back to Valaris, be with your family.”

Your head shakes. You couldn’t bear to face Cassian and Azriel. Not now, maybe not ever. It’s something Rhys could never understand. He was able to readjust easily after Amerantha. But he hadn’t spent hundreds of years being beaten and mistreated. He wasn’t starved and drugged every day. You couldn't be mad at him, as much as you wanted to be. Because you knew he suffered too.

“I can’t come back.”

“You keep saying that but you never say why,” he challenged.

“Because it’s all my fault!” you finally broke, tears streaming down your face, “It’s my fault, Rhysand. She could still be alive if I had just done something. Anything. But I didn’t.”

“If you’re to blame, then so am I,” He countered, “It should be just as much my fault. I told Tamlin where you would be. I’m the one who didn’t come to meet you as I promised, I left you undefended.”

“It’s not your fault, Rhys,” You felt anger boiling up in you now.

Because you didn’t blame him. You never did. He had duties to attend to that day, you understood that he couldn’t get away. He trusted Tamlin. The son of spring had him fooled, and that was not Rhys’ fault. Not in the slightest.

“Then it isn’t your fault either,” He gently argued.

You can’t help but shake your head again. He didn’t understand. He couldn’t understand. He wasn’t there. He didn’t hear her. He doesn’t see her every time he closes his eyes, he doesn't hear her screams in his nightmares.

“You don’t understand,” You cried, “She didn’t even beg for herself. Even as they cleaved her wings from her body, she only begged for my life. Begged for them to set me free. Even as they hacked her to pieces, she cried for me.”

“Y/N-”

“I’ll live with that knowledge forever,” You sob, “Do you have any idea what that’s like? To know that you failed your mother? That she died for nothing, because you are nothing?”

“Don’t say that.”

“Why? It’s true. I have nothing left to give,” You shrug, fighting back the tears, “There’s nothing left for me.”

He surges forward and grabs your shoulders, “Don’t say that. Don’t you even think about it. Never think about something like that. There is so much left for you in this life.”

“It doesn’t feel that way, Rhys,” You feel numb all of the sudden.

The void is back. And you’re once again a shell of yourself with no fight left to give. You sag against Rhys’ hold on you, wishing you could just crawl back into your bed and forget that this conversation ever happened.

You wish he would just leave already so you could just disappear within yourself again. You wished he would just leave you alone to waste away. It seemed to be the only thing you could think of doing these days.

He looks into your eyes and goes silent for a moment. You know the look he has, he’s speaking to someone, mind to mind. You feel anxiety well up within you, because you have no idea who he’s speaking with and what he’s telling them.

You can only hope that it’s Morrigan and nothing else. You can only hope that he’s trying to ascertain how serious you are about having nothing left. But then shadows ripple in the room, subtly at first, but enough that you realize it. And it’s not you calling to them

“You promised me,” You cry, hitting his chest, “You fucking promised.”

“I won’t let you wither away to nothing,” He says sternly, “Not when there’s someone who can stop it.”

The shadows take form. You rip yourself from Rhys’ grasp and try to run but you hardly make it out of the room before the man is then flesh. You know the second he’s here, because you can feel it in your very bones. Like a song in your blood. You try to keep moving but your body betrays you and stops. You think that maybe he won’t take notice of you. Maybe he’ll be too focused on Rhys. But then you hear footsteps. So hesitant, so light you hardly hear them.

You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, or maybe it’s his. You think you might drop dead here. Right in front of both of them, and then where would they be? Your hands are shaking, just like the rest of your body. But you keep your back towards him, too afraid to turn around.

A hand reaches for your shoulder. His touch is featherlight, but you can feel his scars through the thin material of your shirt. You knew it was him, long before he touched you. You could smell him better now though. Could feel that void in your chest slowly starting to fill.

As if his very presence was enough to bring you back to life.

Hesitantly, he speaks. Voice so silky and deep, just as you remembered it in your dreams. Only now it’s a dream made real, and he’s here. You’re alive and he’s alive and suddenly he’s gently spinning you around to face him.

There are tears in his eyes as he opens his mouth, “Y/N.”

It’s the only thing you hear as he studies your face. Your lip trembles as tears fall anew. You can feel the air filling your chest, nothing but the scent of him filing your nose. For the first time in years you want to smile, because he’s here. And more devastatingly beautiful than you remembered him being.

“Az,” you cry out softly.

He pulls you into his chest, holding you there tightly. For the first time in a couple of hundred years, you felt complete. You nuzzle into him, still crying, getting his leathers wet with your tears. You couldn’t bring yourself to care though, because it just felt right. You could feel it deep within your chest, the part of you that always seemed to connect you to him.

“You’re alive,” You can hear the disbelief in his voice, and the wonder too.

“You’re alive,” You cry, finally allowing the words to sink in.

He was alive, after all of these years. He was untouched during Amarantha’s rule. Valaris was untouched. Everyone that you loved was okay, and so were you. Somehow, for the male holding you and your brother, you would fight to be okay.

He pulls away from you and cups your face. You watch as he looks you over, carefully scanning your body. Any of the lingering bruises from Tamlin had faded away into nothing. There was nothing to prove that anything happened at all besides the two long scars on your back.

“Y/N,” He whispers again, “Oh my Y/N.”

Then he leaned in to kiss you and it was as if your whole world shifted to just him. He was the only thing that mattered. Just Azirel. Always only Azriel. Your Azriel. Your perfect, beautiful, scarred Azriel.

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maddiesbookshelves · 8 months

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*Britney Spears voice* Oops, I did it again

English title is A Far Wilder Magic

I had been eyeing this book for MONTHS at the bookstore and I finally caved. Hope it's actually good but please don't tell me if it isn't or I'll never read it

#the list of things i want to read when i get back into it is ever growing #a far wilder magic #la chasseuse et l'alchimiste #allison saft #books #pretty books #the magpie tendencies strike again #booklr community

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fleouriarts · 8 months

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britney spears voice Oops i did it again

(link to the ref pic cus quad looks soooo cute in it)

#quadeca #hivemind tv #my art #fanart #finished #2023 #this one was a true 'i meant this to be a doodle whats the fuck happened' moment. i did the lineart then i got distracted for an hour #then i came back and decided to color it all like a madman until it was 3AM.#quadeca is a catboy btw idk if it reads well but hes like one of those fluffy norwegian forest cats #riley doesnt get a cat breed hes just a domestic shorthair. graydons an australian shepherd because i like them

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cjoatprehn · 17 days

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Happy Escapril! I hope everyone’s having a good day so far. I don’t celebrate April Fool’s Day—so…I’m dropping my first poem with @adventurerswritingguild’s first prompt from their list!

Here’s the song inspiration:

Specific POV:

Here’s the poem, “Your Heart is in Another Castle,” I hope you all enjoy the read.

Who is the “I” in this situation? It’s not me. I wrote this unsure of how to go about it, and then just typed and here it is.

Updating this post with the Spoken Word video I posted within 20 minutes to spare on YouTube! Visuals are unrelated to the poem, but I used my in-game screenshots and the poem graphic itself as still-moving visual for this one. Enjoy!

In terms of audio, there are two glass shattering sounds, laughter sounds, and a voice changer. I may just be overly cautious, so—have fun!

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sakebytheriver · 2 years

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Britney Spears voice, "oops I did it again"

More Huntlow fanfiction, this time featuring jealous Hunter and teenage shenanigans at Walmart

Mrs. Noceda had taken them all out to this giant building she called Walmart, which she insisted was only one store, but to the four Boiling Isles natives seemed more like five stores in one. She thought it would be a good chance for them to buy some clothes they actually wanted to wear while also stocking up on cheap groceries and supplies seeing as she now had five mouths to feed she wasn't expecting.

Luz on the otherhand seemed to be treating the simple shopping trip like an educational field trip, showing the group around the store as if they were in a museum, eventually she was just left with Gus hanging on her every word even taking notes to bring back to the Human Appreciation Society and Hunter absently trailing behind the two of them. Both Willow and Amity had broken off into nearby sections when things had caught their eye while Vee and Mrs. Noceda were grabbing groceries on the other side of the store.

Hunter was zoning out as Luz explained exactly what the thin boxes holding shiny disks were for when he heard Willow giggling a couple of aisles away in front of the flower display. He turned towards the sound to see her talking to a human boy. Hunter couldn't help but feel himself tense up at the sight. He was trained to read people's body language in order to gauge their intentions in split-second glances, and this human boy's body language told Hunter everything he needed to know about his intentions towards Willow.

He was quite a bit taller than both her and Hunter, he had his arm up on the flower display shelves leaning over her casually with a smirk on his face and a look in his eye that made Hunter inexplicably want to get Willow as far away from him as possible. Hunter watched as the boy picked up a single red rose and held it out to Willow. He could see the blush slightly dusting her cheeks, and the smile she gave the human made Hunter's stomach flip in the complete opposite way it does when she's smiling at him.

"Hey, Luz," he spoke without taking his eyes off of Willow and the human. "You don't know that guy, do you?"

"Huh? Who?" Luz turned around startled out of her long-winded explanation of something called an MP3 player to look where Hunter directed her. "Oh wow, that's Ben Slater."

"Oooh, he's kinda hot." Gus chimed in smirking as he watched his one comment make Hunter's entire face sour.

"He's like mega hot. He's only a junior, but he's captain of the swim team, and he won prom king as a freshman. They don't even let freshmen go to prom they gave him the crown the next day in school."

"And he's totally hitting on Willow." Gus added, knowing just how much it would bother Hunter to hear.

"And he's totally hitting on Willow." Luz repeated, catching onto Gus's teasing.

"I mean, this feels like a milestone, right? The first human to hit on Willow, if I had my scroll, I'd take pictures." Gus said, smirking at Hunter's sour expression, one he seemed incapable of moving away from Willow and her new human "friend".

"Oh, good idea, Gus." Luz said, taking out her phone immediately snapping a few pics of Willow and Ben.

"You don't think she's actually- I mean Willow wouldn't..." Hunter trailed off, knowing he wouldn't be able to say what he was thinking without immediate teasing from both Luz and Gus.

Luz and Gus made eye contact sharing a secret knowing look before they both turned their attention back to Hunter.

"Why Hunter, is there a reason you don't want Willow to be seduced by Ben Slater?" Luz said, sliding up to Hunter's side.

"Yeah, you wouldn't happen to be jealous, would you?" Gus said, sliding up against his other side.

"Wha- no. That's not- I wasn't- I mean-" Hunter spluttered his face growing red as his blush took over. For the first time since he noticed the human talking to Willow, he looked at Luz and Gus to see the smug expressions on their faces as they both worked hard to contain their laughter. "Oh, shut up." He crossed his arms and pouted, causing the other two to lose control of their laughter and fall apart.

Gus and Luz lost themselves, both doubling over clutching their sides and closing their eyes. Hunter rolled his eyes and walked away from them face on fire. He walked over to where Amity was absentmindedly sifting through piles of cheap jewelry. If anyone asked him, he would say he went to talk to her even though he knew he walked her way to be closer to where Willow was still talking to the human.

"Blight." He said as he approached her.

Amity looked up quickly just to acknowledge his presence before her eyes got caught on Luz and Gus laughing behind him. "What's up with those two?"

Hunter glanced over his shoulder at the pair, still laughing at him. "Ugh, nothing. Just that human who's apparently hitting on Willow." He gestured to where the two stood in front of the flower display.

Amity turned to look at them.

"Huh," She shrugged before turning back to the jewelry.

"That's it? Just 'huh'?" Hunter looked at her baffled.

"Well, I mean, I guess a lot has changed since Willow and I were really close, but from what I remember, he doesn't really seem like her type." Amity said casually unaware, just the effect her words had on Hunter.

"Oh," He turned back to look at the pair by the flower display with that new information in mind, and he couldn't help the little smile it caused him to have. "So, just out of curiosity, you wouldn't happen to know what her type might actually be, would you?" Hunter tried desparately to sound as casual as he could and knowing he failed completely.

Amity looked up at him with a raised eyebrow, unimpressed as he refused to meet her eyes, knowing his face was the color of a tomato.

"Can we pretend that didn't sound as obvious as it did?" He said, still unwilling to meet her eyes.

Amity snorted, shaking her head with a fond smile. "Well, it's been a while since I would be the authority on that. I mean, she never ruled anyone out because of their gender before, if that's what you're looking for."

Hunter nodded, absently just taking in the new information.

"So, you like Willow then?" Amity asked casually.

"I mean, it's kinda hard not to." Hunter replied, his eyes seemingly stuck watching the plant witch from afar. "She's just so... Good and strong and sweet and pretty and-" he coughed finally looking away from Willow and down at the ground cheeks aflame. "Yeah, I like Willow."

Amity chuckled, "I can't say I blame you. You know she's too good for you, right? I mean, she's too good for anyone."

"Yeah, I know." Hunter said earnestly.

"Wow, ok. Well, I was mostly joking. Guess we gotta work on your self-esteem, huh," she nudged him with her arm. "But I get the feeling. You and I are honestly a lot more alike than I would personally like to think about right now and if I'm being honest Luz and Willow are a lot more alike than I personally would like to think about either. I mean, you and I have done some pretty unforgivable things, both to them and to other people, but the two of them, they forgave us. That's the amazing thing about Luz and Willow, they don't really care about the people we were, just the people we're trying to be." Amity smiled up at Hunter and he returned the gesture with a smile of his own.

"Yeah, so how long are you in town for? We should totally hang out." Ben Slater's voice dragged the two witches out of their moment and back to the issue at hand.

"Ugh," Amity rolled her eyes and fake gagged, "Here, go interrupt them and give this to her." Amity held out a small keychain with a plastic figure of a bee dangling from it, "I was going to give it to her later, but I can't listen to her fake giggle at this guy one more time, besides I think she'd like it better if it came from you anyways."

Hunter looked down at the little keychain before taking it from her hand, "Thank- wait, fake giggle?" He looked up at her with a manic hopefulness oozing off of him.

"Duh," Amity rolled her eyes. "You learn pretty quickly which giggles Willow Park actually means and which ones she's doing just to be polite."

Hunter looked over at Willow smiling up at Ben and started to notice some subtle details he hadn't picked up before, like how tense her shoulders were and how tight lipped her smile was and how her feet had started to fidget a little bit as though she wanted to get out of the conversation. As he was taking in these new details, the rest of Amity's sentence caught up to him.

"Hold on, why would she want me to give this to her instead of you?" He turned back to the purple haired witch confusion written all over his face, and Amity couldn't help herself she just giggled at him.

"Jeez, I hope I wasn't this bad before Luz and I got together, but honestly, I was probably worse." She laughed a little at herself. "Let's just say I might not know what Willow's type is these days, but you definitely fit what her type was back when I did know."

"Oh." He said absently before realizing exactly what Amity had just said, once it clicked, his eyes snapped back up to her once again, looking at him with a raised brow and a smirk, "Oh."

"Yeah, 'oh'." She rolled her eyes at him fondly before pushing him towards Willow. "Now go, rescue my friend from that very boring man."

Hunter let himself be pushed by Amity and made his way over to where Willow and Ben were standing. He stopped right behind Willow and tapped her on the shoulder. As she turned around, her face lit up at the sight of him with a smile that made his insides feel like they were being boiled.

"Hunter! Hey, what's up?" As she spoke to him Hunter couldn't help but pick up on how much brighter and happier she sounded in just one sentence to him than she had the entire time she'd been talking to Ben. He tried not to let himself dwell on it too much, but he'd be lying if he said he succeeded.

"Hey, I don't mean to interrupt you guys," he looked up from her perfect smiling face to Ben standing behind her. If human's were capable of doing magic Hunter knew Ben would have cursed him on the spot just from the look in the other boy's eye. He felt a little bad for how happy Ben's obvious anger made him feel, but then he looked back down at Willow, smiling up at him and realized he couldn't care any less about Ben. "Amity found this and she thought you might like to have it." He held out the little bee key chain for Willow to take.

She gasped at the sight of it quickly, taking it in her own hands, "Oh, Clover." She whispered to herself. She smiled softly at the keychain even as her she felt her eyes get a little misty before looking back up at Hunter. "Thank you, Hunter. I don't know what to say, it's just so cute, I think I'll keep it forever." She grinned at him and in an instant any cool demeanor he may have had disappeared.

His face lit up with a bright red blush, he coughed awkwardly as his hand involuntarily moved to rub the back of his neck, "Yeah, well, you know... Amity just thought and I mean, I agreed, but uh- what I mean is um... you're welcome." He cringed at his own awkwardness as she just smiled at him in that way he feels like he's not allowed to see.

"Excuse me?" Ben's voice startled the two witches back to the present moment.

In an instant Willow's smile disappeared replaced with a surprised and embarassed expression as she turned back around to face the human boy. As she turned away from him, Hunter wanted nothing more than to banish Ben to the other side of the planet, something he was able to do when he was still the Golden Guard. Of course, now he just had to settle for trying to glare a hole through the side of his perfect face.

"So sorry, Ben. This is Hunter, he's one of my friends from home I was telling you about." Willow said as diplomatically as she possibly could.

"Right, yeah whatever. So can I get your number or what?" Ben asked, putting on what he clearly thought to be his most charming smile. All it did was make Hunter's urge to punch him in the face even stronger.

Willow looked up at the human confused, "My number? Are humans assigned a number?" She asked earnestly.

"Uh..." Ben's charming smile disappeared replaced instead by pure confusion.

Willow turned around looking for something in the distance, her face perked up when she seemingly found it, "Luz!" She waved to get the human girl's attention continuing when she knew she had it. "You never gave me a number."

She said as Luz and Gus approached the oddball trio.

"A number?" Luz asked, confused before she glanced over at Ben to see his equally confused expression. "Oh, wait! Dude, are you asking for her phone number?"

"Um... yeah." Ben said, his eyes flicking between the group of four in front of him in confusion.

"Sorry, man, she doesn't have a phone." Luz shrugged, not even attempting to look apologetic.

"She doesn't have a phone?" He asked incredulously, and Luz just shook her head. "Yeah, right, okay." He rolled his eyes before looking back at Willow. "You know, if blondie's your boyfriend, you could have just said that instead of wasting my time." He stuck his hands in his pockets and walked away before any of the young witches could respond.

Willow watched him walk away her cheeks burning, unwilling to turn around and face Hunter, knowing that her feelings would be written all over her face, but not knowing Hunter was in the exact same boat.

"Well, he seemed nice." Gus was the one to finally break the silence. Luz was the only one to laugh.

"Come on, Gus, I wanna show you something called surround sound." Luz took Gus's arm and left the other two witches alone.

Willow slowly turned around to face Hunter, with a sheepish smile and a soft blush over the bridge of her nose.

"So that was... something." She let out a chuckle that felt more awkward than natural. Hunter replicated it somehow even more awkward.

"Yeah, I mean, me? Your boyfriend? That's- that's crazy...'s not quite the right word for it, but um I mean. That guy was a jerk and you deserve better. Not that I think that I would be bet-! I just um-" Hunter cringed at himself, knowing his entire face must be brighter than the red lights above the roads outside. "I think I'm going to walk away now before I say anything else, so yeah." He said quickly before turning on his heel absolutely prepared to run the opposite direction, but before he could, he felt Willow's hand on his arm stopping him.

She didn't turn him back around, instead she just stood up on her tiptoes and placed a soft peck on his cheek from behind before she walked away in the opposite direction towards Mrs. Noceda and Vee.

Hunter turned around to stare at her back, absolutely dumbfounded and rooted to the spot she left him in. Slowly, his hand came up to cup his cheek where she'd kissed him.

He was almost blown over by Luz and Gus, running past him to jump on Willow and scream excitedly at her for kissing his cheek. As the two friends yelled and jumped around her excitedly, Willow glanced over her shoulder at him, and he got to see possibly his favorite Willow smile to date.

"Nice job. Maybe there's hope for you yet." Amity said, coming to a stop right next to him.

He glanced at her for a split second before looking back at Willow, who was now completely entranced by Luz and Gus teasing her. He couldn't help the way, looking at her made him smile. "Yeah, maybe."

#ignore me #huntlow #fanfiction #i cant stop #wont stop #the owl house #toh #willow park #hunter toh

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eminsunnytoons123 · 15 days

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Musical muppets april Day 3

For the musical muppets april Day 3, I imagined miss piggy singing "oops!... I did iz again" by my one of my favorite Singers, Britney Spears =^_^=

Heck, I can just imagine miss piggy being in the music video And singing the song in her iconic voice =^///^=

#the muppets #musical muppets april #miss piggy #emi rambles

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trenchcoat-gecko · 10 months

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*britney spears voice* oops. i did it again

#hello gays

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hcrexcellency · 8 months

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☼☾ ( camila mendes , 31 , she/her , cis woman , lukin 4 ) - have you seen NATASIA LUKIN? we’ve heard through the grapevine that they’re CONFIDENT but also MALICIOUS. when you think of them , you think of A WEEPING MARBLE STATUE, SINGED ROSES, A TOWERING CATHEDRAL AT NIGHT.

Alexa play oops I did it again by britney spears

BASICS:

NAME: Natasia Lukin TITLE: Lady of Russia AGE: 31 BIRTHDAY: May 31st (Gemini) SEXUALITY: Bisexual MARITAL STATUS: Betrothed to Klaus Vasa POSITIVE TRAITS: Confident, assured, elegant, ambitious NEGATIVE TRAITS: Manipulative, malicious, selfish, immoral. HOBBIES: Swimming, singing, picking and arranging flowers, reading books about mythical monsters, m*rder FAMILY: Isaak Lukin (brother), Sasha Lukin (brother)

THE STORY: (tw; murder, fire, poisoning, attempted murder, miscarriage, stabbings)

Natasia has always been a beautiful child. It was often said she was gifted to the Lukin family when she found on their doorstep, or at least that's what her hired hands always told her to keep her happy. Even as a little girl, she had the voice of an angel. She was captivating to watch, even as she grew up. She never had an awkward phase, never had a hair out of place, never said a word out of turn. She was the perfect, sweet, adoring Lady of Russia. But drawing inside the lines for so long had her curious about what other people's lives were like. When Natasia turned 25, she was married to a Duke. He was handsome enough of face, but humble in spirit. They lived in a small chateau, on his land, and hosted a number of staff members and had command over a small town just a few minutes carriage ride from their home. Whenever she'd walk into town, people would bow to her. They'd call her 'your grace' and throw themselves at her feet. The first time she sent someone to their death was the moment she changed forever. She'd never experienced anything quite like that, being the daughter of a duke. It fueled her, made her hungry to see more people at her mercy. After all, she was perfect, so why wouldn't she deserve it? Unfortunately, her husband did not take well to her ambitions. Though they had grown to adore one another, watching Natasia shift into this monster was something he could not stand for. They fought, they argued, they attempted to murder one another multiple times via poisons, stabbings, plotting to overthrow each other, yet still they could not shake this soft spot they had for one another that sparked at the beginning of their marriage. They even tried to conceive a child to maintain their peace, but after miscarrying her baby, she knew there was no hope left within her for the girl he loved. Only after a short one year of marriage, the news quickly spread that the duke and duchess's house had caught aflame, burning everything in it to the ground, including the duke, himself. Servants had the gall to whisper that it was all Natasia's doing, that it was her fault their master was dead. She made quick work of their insubordination for these accusations, though there are still those who speculate. Is it true? Even if it was... no one could prove it, because it wasn't done directly by her hands... Still, she grieved. Natasia returned to Russia with her family and remained there whilst these rumors simmered and she was able to shake her portrait as the grieving former duchess. A far-greater betrothal is just what she needs to break free from the claims that she was a murderer, a gold digger, a siren beckoning the duke to his demise.

WC’S

CONFIDANT. This is the person who murdered her husband and set fire to the house. They are her personal advisor, friends since they were young, and they are extremely loyal to her. When they saw that her husband could no longer handle her ambition and there was no hope left for them, they helped her get rid of him.

A LOVER, SCORNED. You honestly can't expect Natasia to go 5 years since her husband's death without companionship, except now that she's betrothed to Klaus, she has cut it off. There are probably multiples of these too. These are basically her exes. Trust me, y'all dodged a BULLET with this one.

THE CHILDHOOD SWEETHEART. They were so infatuated with each other under the innocence of youth that they could not stay away from one another, despite their difference in rank. Her marriage to the duke was the wake up call that she needed, she could never love a prince, especially not a Romanov. Now that her marriage is terminated and her betrothal beginning, she is bound to be put face-to-face with the only happiness she ever felt in love. Dmitri Romanov.

#francehq.intro #muse ; ɴᴀᴛᴀꜱɪᴀ ʟᴜᴋɪɴ

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seungisms · 1 year

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let the spam begin🥰 4 and 5 for my first ask!

4. a lyric you like?

don’t know if it counts as a lyric but miss britney spears’ monologue in ‘oops i did it again’ my guy went to the bottom of the sea just to get her the heart of the ocean and she literally just hits him with ‘awww you shouldn’t have’ obsessed 😔✊

5. ramble about a song.

my fav song ever ‘dreams’ by the cranberries is literally so magical and dreamy to listen to, i urge everyone to give it a chance cause !! i love it !! swore to myself if i ever get married (pfft) i’ll have this as my song + at my funereal, heard it at some random bar one night and immediately fell in love - dolores o’riordan’s voice is so fucking angelic i love n’ miss her sm evERYONE STAN THE CRANBERRIES RN

#📨 askbox┊mutual #📨 askbox┊games #inksighs #ilu sm 😭

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expressing-this-is-difficult · 11 months

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*Britney Spears voice*

Oops, I did it again.

#self harm #self harm tw

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fullofsunsetwhispers · 1 year

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Imagine Jack has 'Britney Spears' phase and one day he changes slightly the lyrics to 'oops I did it again' so this could be his theme song, which could play in the moment he's robbing the monks xD

He's singing to them:

'oops I did again. I played with your wu!'

'Got lost during the showdown! Oh baby baby'

'oops you think I'm a menace'

'That I'm sent from the pits of hell!'

'Well, thanks. You're completely right!'

Kimiko would later accuse him this song isn't accurate because she's more than certain he has just crawled out from a trash can instead of the pits of hell. Jack afterward was very grumpy because of Kimiko's insult xD Raimundo and Clay by agreeing with her weren't helping either. Only Omi appreciated his solo number and EVEN he managed to boost Jack's self-esteem by complimenting Jack has a beautiful singing voice!

#jack spicer #silly thoughts at midnight you're not safe y'all #yes male cover of britney's song is hunting me these days #if jack is losing the showdown he could admit 'i had just lost the game oh (insert name) please don't hurt me'

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simplyluvrgal · 1 year

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heres an average song list based on my discord voice chat karaoke nights:

let it go - frozen

everywhere i go - hollywood undead

before he cheats - carrie underwood

baby - justin bieber

michael in the bathroom - be more chill

creep - radiohead

toxic - britney spears

baby one more time - britney spears

oops i did it again - britney spears

bohemian rhapsody - queen

candy store - heathers

sincerely me - dear evan hansen

take on me - aha

never getting rid of me - waitress

dont threaten me with a good time - patd

+ any eminem or steven universe song

#coryshouldshutup

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twst-vampire · 2 years

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For Arma 🙈💎🎤📎💗💔

ty for the ask kj!

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

(there’s like a small mention of substance abuse here)

arma doesn’t want others to see how fame has absolutely beat him down, exhausted him. he often downplays his feelings and jokes to cope with how horribly he was treated during his formative years. it’s why he so boisterous about the good things he’s accomplished instead.

he doesn’t want anyone to see his moments of weakness, where he can’t help but sob silently in his office, when he feels like he can only drown his sorrows away with alcohol.

💎 DIAMOND - how rich are they? can they live the lifestyle they want to?

arma is rich enough to live the luxurious life you think a celebrity would. i mentioned it before but arma finds it a bit tacky to constantly flex money for stuff he doesn’t need. he can afford to buy an obnoxious mansion with a fountain and 6 six luxury cars but he refuses to! he’s the same way abt super fancy five-star food.

all he needs is a decent apartment and nice place to park his corvette without it getting pooped on by birds.

he doesn’t mind getting pampered every now and then, especially if he’s not paying for it. but, all the time? he’d get bored.

🎤 MICROPHONE - are they good at singing? what is their go-to karaoke song?

good at singing? oh, he’s great at it! a good chunk of his career was all about singing! of course, his voice is a bit raspy due to smoking but he’s still got it!

some songs he’d sing @ karaoke

1. careless whisper - george michael

2. i was made for lovin’ you - kiss

3. hanging on the telephone - blondie

4. oops i did it again - britney spears

5. in the closet- michael jackson

6. super freak - rick james

7. one way or another - blondie

8. together forever - rick astley

📎 PAPERCLIP - a random fact.

arma loves movies! it’s hard to watch a movie with him without the guy infodumping cool facts about the production or personal stories about some actors in it. he’s a movie dweeb!

💗 GROWING HEART - if they have a crush, is it noticable? what changes when they're in love?

one thing about arma is that he’s going to let someone know that he’s into them. he’s always pretty straightforward about it, whether it just flirting or deciding to be generous and do something for them. it’s especially noticeable and he has no shame in hiding it !!

when he’s like legitimately in love, he does let himself get more vulnerable and does let himself say the most tooth-rotting mushy things. he’s also tries to find better ways to cope, as to not stress his partner out with his baggage

💔 BROKEN HEART - what could their partner do that would absolutely break their heart?

tell him that’s he’s not funny 😭😭😭

on a real note, probably his partner saying he’ll never change and giving up on him. a part of him would understand but other part of him would be devastated

#arma #arma doomsday #toontasma #toontasmadorm #twst oc #nana oc #oc ask #oc ask meme

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