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surielstea · 1 month

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Glazed Over Eyes

Based on this request.

Pairing: Azriel x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader takes care of a very drunk, very clingy Azriel.

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol | Fluff

1.9k words

The Inner Circle had gone to Rita’s. I had opted to stay at home with Amren— saying that she couldn’t be trusted to watch Nyx alone as my excuse instead of going to the pleasure hall, besides, I’d much rather be silently doing puzzles while listening to the music coming from beside the bank of the Sidra with the windows wide open.

Feyre and Rhys had come home with pink cheeks, nearly forgetting they shared a house with others, Rhys trying to mount his mate right in front of us. Amren banished them to their room with an annoyed look before returning to the nearly complete puzzle we only started an hour ago.

A moment later, Cassian is stumbling into the room with his arm hooked around a very sober, very annoyed Nesta. She lugs him behind her, he seemed too drunk to fly so they're most likely crashing here for the night. My brows crease when I notice my mate not following in after them. Azriel was hesitant to leave me here in the first place, not wanting to go to some kind of party without me there for him to retreat to when things got too loud. I encouraged him to go, to have fun. I was now worried he was having too much fun.

"Hey Nes?" I call before they can disappear down the hall. She turns to me with creased brows and tired eyes. "Hm?" She asks. "Do you know where Az is?" I ask worriedly, fidgeting with the hem of my shirt, she pales and looks at Cassian who is oblivious to everything but her. "Azriel?" She snaps her fingers in his face and he blinks, waking from his stupor. "Uh, last time I saw him he was cradling a whiskey bottle so it's anyone's guess." He says and I square ny features. "That's reassuring," I whisper. "Sorry, I didn't know I was on babysitting duty for both Illyrians." Nesta sighs as if she's truly let me down. "It's fine, take care of Cass. I'll check Rita's." I wave her off and she nods in thanks. "If you can't find him let me know, I'll help you." She gives me a soft expression and I give her a carefree smile. "Will do." I nod at her, knowing damn well I would be too busy panicking to ask anyone for help if I couldn't find him. She nodded and left down the hall with the huge male draped over her shoulders.

"Sorry Amren, I'll be back," I say, walking towards the front door. "Go, girl. Gods know he's probably found himself in a jail cell by now." She grumbled and I pale. "Comforting, thanks," I mutter before slipping out the door.

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Rita's was abnormally loud tonight, or perhaps it was just my lack of intoxication. My brows crease as I scan the pleasure hall for my mate, pulling at the bond connecting us and getting an overwhelming amount of attention back, more than a tug— a pull, towards him.

I don't hesitate to follow the golden tether, leading me right towards the bar.

I spot a familiar head of blonde hair, the girl flirting with the bartender as my mate lays his head down on the bar top.

I push past the crowd, eager to get over to them— shoving drunk males off of me until I finally reach the duo. Mor didn't notice, busy making seductive eyes toward the bartender. I tap Azriel's shoulder and he groans. "I have a mate." He waves me off and I roll my eyes. "I know," I say, he whips his head up and looks at me— eyes widening as he recognizes me. "I'm a genie." He smiled proudly and my brows twitched toward eachother, entirely confused at his giddy behavior. "I wished for you to be here, and now..." He searches for the right words in a long pause. "And now you're here." He finishes and all I can do is blink, bringing the back of my hand to his forehead. "How many drinks did you have?" I tilt my head and he smiles knowingly. "Just one, plus a few more." He shrugs innocently and I release a sigh. "You're drunk." I frown and he scratches the side of his cheek, staring at me blankly.

“I’m not—” hiccup. “Drunk.” He finishes and I arch a brow at him, my stare incredulous. “You’re also not a good liar.” I chastise and he glowers at me, setting his empty glass down on the bar and turning to me fully. “I’m the shadow-master, it’s my job to lie.” He crosses his arms over his chest and I need to refrain from my giggle threatening against my lips. “You’re the spymaster,” I correct and his expression falls.

“Whatever,” He brushes me off. “Words are dumb anyways.” The male grumbles and I laugh at his attitude. His cheeks flush pink and something tells me it’s not due to the alcohol. “You’re so pretty,” He murmurs dreamily and I roll my eyes. “Can you kiss me please,” His hands find mine, pulling me closer with a yearning look. “You’re drunk.” I remind and he groans, head going up to the sky before coming right back down to me. “Drunk on you.” He states as if that makes him any more sober.

I release a soft sigh, rising onto my toes and press a gentle peck to his lips. As I back away he looks at me with a glaze over his eyes, a dumbfounded smile coming to his lips. “That felt good.” He mused and I shook my head in disbelief, wrapping his arm around my shoulders to support him as I dragged him away from the bar and towards the exit. “Bye Mor!” I call back but I doubt she heard me, doubt she even noticed I was there with the way she was talking to the bartender.

Shadows swish around the both of us, causing the crowd to part a path for us, in fear of the shadow singer who, little did they know, was too inebriated to even think about harming anyone.

I lug him out of the bar. “Can’t fly,” He mumbles. “I know,” I pat a hand on his chest reassuringly. “Will you throw up if I winnow?” I look up at him and he takes about three seconds too long to answer. “I suppose there’s only one way to find out.” He shrugs. “Okay just, don’t do it on me,” I instruct and he nods dutifully.

I winnow us back onto the lawn of our house, Azriel’s knees buckling and his hands coming down onto them, leaning over as if he was about to hurl. “You okay?” I press a hand to his back and he nods eagerly, trying to convince himself. I comb his hair back, shadows swirling around the both of us until he’s fully recovered.

Slowly, he stands back up to his full height and drags his feet as we walk up the porch to our house, his arm around my shoulders yet again as he leans most of his weight onto me, wings just barely hovering above the floor as I open the door to our home, pulling him in with me.

“Let’s get you some water,” I say, leading him over to the kitchen and settling him down on a barstool. He sits unstably, staring at me with a stony look. I cautiously back away, afraid he’d tip over without my support, then walk into the kitchen. His eyes follow me with every step I take, shadows swirling around my legs and through my hair.

“Have you always been this pretty?” He asks unprompted, I flush, flicking my eyes up to him as I pour him a tall glass of water. “You’re like, ultra-beautiful—” His words are cut off as he topples over off his chair and crashes down onto the floor.

I pale and set the glass down, rushing towards him and falling to my knees beside his body. He chuckled as he stared up at the ceiling, making me more worried than I should have been. “Are you hurt?” My hand comes to his cheek, scanning for injuries. “From when I fell from heaven?” He raises a brow at me curiously. “From when you fell off your chair.” I correct and he blinks slowly. “Uh,” He mumbles like he has to think about it. “I don’t think so.” He uttered and I giggled, now that I know he was okay. I help him sit up, grabbing the water from the counter and handing it to him.

“I didn’t take you for a clumsy drunk,” I look at him quizzically. “The spymaster is a very quiet, very precise male.” He speaks in the third person. “And very, very, very sneaky.” He adds with a hiccup and I shake my head, making sure he drinks every last drop of the water I gave him.

Once he’s finished I take the glass and help him up. Placing the glass in the sink, he drapes his arms over my shoulders, my hands coming to his forearms as most of his weight now relies on me. “C’mon, you big baby,” I grunt as I haul him towards our bedroom. “Not a baby.” He reminds me like I’ve forgotten. “Sure,” I mumble, pulling him into our room and shutting the door behind us.

He makes the rest of the journey to the bed himself, flopping down onto it. “No sleeping yet,” I grab him by the collar and pull him back upright, beginning to undo the ties of his clothes. He helps me with the undressing, shucking off his leathers as I walk over to the armoire and find a pair of lounge pants, tossing them at him.

He hums a soft tune to help him focus as he pulls the pants up. I wander into the bathroom, open the cabinet, and find a tonic to help with headaches, issued by Madja. I walk back into the room to find him beneath the covers, already half asleep.

“Az,” I call, and his humming halts, head raising to look at me. “This is for the morning okay?” I hold up the small vial and he nods with a soft smile. “You take such good care of me,” He sighs as I climb into the large bed beside him, his arm immediately snaking around my waist and pulling me into him. “I have to return the favor somehow.” I smile up at him, brushing his dark hair from his forehead. “Thank you.” He mutters. I can only nod in reply. He leans down and presses a kiss to my forehead, then he pulls me upward and nuzzles his nose into my shoulder, pressing soft kisses there as well.

I comb my hands through his hair with a nurturing intent. Shadows settle around us, disappearing into the floorboards and corners of the room. Azriel releases a soft sigh of contentment at the feeling of his arms wrapped around me, my warmth consuming him. “Love you.” He murmurs tiredly. “Love you too,” I whisper back, and then his breathing steadies out as if that’s all he needs to hear in order to fall asleep.

Sleep swallowed him entirely, and once I know he’s cared for and safe, only then do I allow myself to fall into a slumber of my own.

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like-the-rest-of-la · 1 year

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Happy Little Accidents

The last thing Eddie Diaz expects to come out of his trip to Buckley’s Plant Nursery & Landscaping with his son, is to develop an honest to god schoolgirl crush on the guy who owns the place (and not notice that that is what’s happening for an embarrassingly long time).

The plan is simple. Get in, have Christopher pick out a couple of succulents or whatever he needs for his school project, and get out without infesting any of the gorgeous plants in the shop with his bad plant karma.

But then, the first thing he’s greeted with is a hunk of a man, carrying two heavy packs of soil on his broad shoulders. Eddie swears he can see a drop of sweat running down the man’s face in slow motion. His t-shirt looks like it’s one strategic muscle flex away from bursting at the seams and Eddie—Eddie feels nervous all of the sudden. And he’s gaping like a fish.

“Hey,” Hunk-man says as he hoists the soil on the counter next to him with a grunt, “What can I help you with?”

At least Eddie has enough self-awareness to close his mouth.

Or: the one where Buck owns a plant nursery and Eddie stumbles through his crush (and has no game during all of it)—oh and also, there are a lot of Bob Ross references.

Read on Ao3

(With a banner by the wonderful @theladyyavilee thank you so so so much <3)

#9-1-1 #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie fic #911 fox #I cannot believe this fic is finally done #...it's the first longer fic I've written and finished in probably 5 years and it's the first longer fic I've written for this fandom #I am always a LOT more nervous about posting writing than posting my art because... it is a lot harder for me lol #but - just as Buck is telling Eddie in this one - practice makes definitely better so I will continue to expose myself xD #I really hope you do like it... I was very nervous about posting it and Sarah bravely held my hand during this :D #and now I will be going to bed because it is 2AM and I should definitely be sleeping kdjfalkdjklf #okay...#nighty night!#lisa writes #au shenanigans #the buck owns a plant nursery fic 🪴

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procrastinova · 4 months

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of course the first fanart I make for this series has to be a meme

(if you cant read the text it says 'get in, loser. We're finding an alternate.)

#average mandela county shenanigans #the mandela catalogue #tmc #tmc fanart #adam murray #jonah marshall #evelin miller #sarah heathcliff #my art

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sinnerclair · 18 days

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me when the sneaky boy is actually a girl and she is a sneaky girl, but she still is sneakin' up in your bushes

#sarah and the safe word #satsw #discord server/twitch stream shenanigans

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mysticmoondancer · 10 months

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Rory: *running up and down the street with sparklers in each hand while yelling* HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AMERICA!!!

Sarah: Uh... What's up with him? Doesn't he know this is Canada?

Benny: Yeah, he does. But his mom is actually from that the States, which makes him half American.

Ethan: He does this every year around this time.

#sorry guys. this was the best i could come up with 😔#my babysitter's a vampire #mbav #mbav shenanigans #my babysitters a vampire #sarah fox #benny weir #ethan morgan #rory keaner #happy 4th of july #4th of july 2023 #🧨🎆🇺🇲🦅🫡

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karmathehalflander · 9 months

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I hate my brain sometimes

Why can’t I hyper fixate on, like, the MCU or HP or something with a huge fandom. No! Instead my brains like “Yano these books/movies with little to no fandom? Yea that’s the stuff.”

Hello Gregor The Overlander and Michael Vey fandoms. How are you today? And an honorable mention to the nonexistent Dull Boy (book) fandom. I wish you existed.

I mean, obviously I draw for WOF but that’s just for art, i like dragons and designing, I don’t really care much for the story. And then BMC but I wouldn’t say the fandoms small just not quite the MCU or Harry Potter.

#Dull boy by Sarah Cross is a goofy little book but I enjoyed it #It wasn’t super good but IDK I thought it was fun #Give it a read #(If you want)#gregor the overlander #Michael Vey #wings of fire #Also read GTO and MV #I’m gonna force all of my interests on you and there’s nothing you can do about it #I feel bad for those who follow me for WOF art #They gotta wade through all my random shenanigans

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the-lonelybarricade · 1 year

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Feysand Month Day 6: Obsession

Rhysand chuckled softly, pulling her towards his chair. “Sit, Feyre.”

He meant at his feet. Feyre didn’t dare look at him. Eyes on the dark, cool floor, Feyre dropped to the ground, cognizant that if she didn’t sit exactly right, she’d show everyone every inch of her naked body. Rhys sat on his throne, one leg crossed over the other.

“Hold me, darling,” he purred as his usual crowd of admirers shuffled forward. “Or I’ll think you no longer find me pleasing.”

Have y'all read All He Thinks About Is Me by @separatist-apologist? 👀 It answers some very important questions, like: 'What if daddy Rhys had decided to punish Feyre for failing to clean those lentils UtM?"

As a special treat, I commissioned @sarahsoba to help bring MB's naughty vision to life. If you'd like to see the NSFW version, you should sign up to Sarah's patreon 👀👀

*PLEASE read the tags before engaging with the story*

#And if you have a problem with this art you can take it up with ME #I don't want to see any shenanigans in MB or Sarah's inboxes #This is a DARK FANTASY #with DUBIOUS CONSENT #it was not intended to inform morality #or be a model dynamic of a healthy relationship #like lets just promise to be adults about this #feysand #feysand month #feysandmonth22 #feysandmonth2022

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prismatica-the-strange · 6 months

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Sanderson Sisters Incorrect Quotes

Mary: As someone who's fallen down a staircase, that has to have hurt

Winnie: You've fallen down a staircase?

Sarah: Who hasn't fallen down a staircase.

Winnie: Me?

#sanderson sisters #sarah sanderson #mary sanderson #winnie sanderson #incorrect quotes #stream shenanigans

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lilacs-bliss · 4 months

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MACK MOTHERFUCKING HANS IS PUTTING ME ON BLAST IN THE DISCORD FUCKING HELP

#fictionkin #discord shenanigans #lilackin #orin ayo kin #incredibox kin #mackkin #breakthrough kin #IM BEING PUT ON BLAST. HELP #SARAH #HELP

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ask-sarah-and-co · 5 months

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@ silver, opinions on the Rocket executives?

Tch, you got pictures?

Archer. He’s not the worst, I guess. I always thought he and that Proton were sneaking around together. Not that that’s relevant to what we’re talking about… whatever.

Arianna. She’s my horrible mother. I’m glad she’s trying to stay out of my life. And that she divorced Giovanni. I’d rather deal with him than her.

Petrel. He’s alright, I guess. He taught me some things.

Proton. He’s cool. He showed me pokemon battling and stuff. He was the one who caught me sneasel.

Ohhh, that’s the guy who invited me to the wedding!

What the fu-

Yeah, I was at the store a few days ago, you know, on the mainland. And that guy, she points at the picture of Proton, he said hi to me and invited me to Giovanni and Chairman Rose’s wedding.

What?! Wedding?!

Yeah. He was pretty nice, except for. You know. Being on Team Rocket. She shrugs, He said you, Gladdy and Hugh were all invited too. And that Mr. Lance and Leon were going.

But they’re both technically criminals-

Ehh, that’s kinda iffy. Either way, it’s for diplomacy, dude.

So… you going?

She shrugs again. Maybe. It’s the 16th I think, so we’ve got a few days to decide.

Silver mutters to himself, I mean I knew they were dating, but this is insane… He glances at Sarah. You’re taking this pretty well.

Well, Hugh and I defeated Team Plasma recently, and there was that whole Darkest Day thing a few years ago… Oh and I did get my eighth Kanto gym badge from Giovanni-

What?!

It’s not the craziest thing I’ve done. Worst case scenario? I whip out Eternatus and blast ‘em.

You have Eternatus with you?!?!

Sarah frowns in thought, Wait, 16th? Was I a last minute addition?! Oh, Rose is so gonna hear it from me-