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Licensed Contractors in Tucson, AZ: Renovations By Design

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kalforhelp · 8 months

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"our car"

#forreal tho az getting all excited about having a license and driving the bentley was so adorable #good omens season 2

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thunderrode · 10 months

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Our 5-week Mandatory Entry Level AZ Tractor-Trailer (MELT) program includes 103 hours of training. Students will learn shifting techniques on multi-speed transmissions, regulations on work hours, pre-trip inspections, and border crossing.

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synonycostore · 2 years

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Helloooooo again! Hope you are doing well! I have a request for some fics and I was wondering if you happen to know if there are any where Aziraphale and Crowley get married in Vegas after a drunk night (this is a very specific niche so if you can’t find any that is perfectly ok!) and it doesn’t even have to be in Vegas, just accidental marriage fics are cool too. Thank you!

Hi! Here are some drunken Las Vegas marriage fics...

to have and to hold, probably by seventhstar (G)

They have long, drawn out arguments about this, if they can even be termed arguments; onlookers inevitably describe their tone of voice as 'fond' and their mode of communication as 'bickering'. The wine is passed back and forth between them. Marriage, Aziraphale argues, is divine. It's about love. It's about making promises, and keeping them. It's about faith and hope and devotion. Marriage, Crowley replies, is infernal. It gives two people who love each other endless opportunities to ruin it. It's about power and money and pain; it's caused more evil than it ever has good. Or, the one where they get drunk married in Las Vegas.

Waking Up In Vegas by Supergeek21 (T)

Crowley and Aziraphale wake up hungover after a night out in Vegas.

Ouroboros by FriendOfLoki (T)

“We should get married!” Crowley blurts out. His face is burning the moment the words leave his mouth and enter into the night. He’s not quite sure how he got here. Or, the story of how Aziraphale and Crowley drunkenly marry each other one night in Las Vegas.

Oops! by Mimsynims (E)

This must be a dream. A fantastic, soul-crushing dream. That’s the only explanation. Right? “Aziraphale, did you hear me?” Bugger. Not a dream. “Pardon, what was that?” Aziraphale reluctantly dragged his eyes from the simple yet perfect ring on his left hand. A ring that matched the one on Crowley’s left hand. His friend, Crowley. Best friends Aziraphale and Crowley are on holiday in Las Vegas. After a getting a bit too drunk the night before, they wake up with wedding rings on their fingers. Sounds like it should be easily dealt with, or is it..?

Veni Vino Vegas (I Came, I Got Drunk, I Got Married) by A_N_D (T)

After a whirlwind drunken evening, author Az Fell came home from Rom-Con without his heirloom pinkie ring – but with a wedding license from a 24-hour Las Vegas chapel. Elsewhere, book fan Tony Crowley woke up with a hangover, vague memories, and a brand new ring he’s only seen in author photos. Mutually attracted, mutually terrified the other one thinks it was all a regrettable mistake, they turn to their dear but anonymous online friend to vent and ask for advice. …Maybe they should tell each other their screennames someday.

Waking Up Married by Caedmon (E)

"So you’re telling me that my options are either to convince this man I just met and drunkenly married to stay married to me for six months or lose two thirds of a billion pounds?” “That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” Fergus said. “Fucking shit,” Crowley spat. He hung up the phone and stared at it for a moment before rubbing his eyes with his fists. Now his job would be twice as hard. He needed to talk Aziraphale into staying married for six months. Should he try begging or bribing? This was a huge ask, and Aziraphale would be well within his rights to tell Crowley to fuck off. But Crowley was prepared to offer him pretty much anything, up to half of the trust, if that’s what it took. He didn’t care. But that was only part of his concern. Even if he got insanely lucky and Aziraphale agreed to stay legally married to him for the next six months, how the hell was he going to talk Aziraphale into dating him during that time? And was it foolish to even try? One thing at a time, he decided. First, he needed to convince Aziraphale to stay legally married to him. Then he could set about wooing his husband. He hoped.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #accidental marriage #drinking #alcohol #las vegas wedding #mod d

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The Prophecy - Chapter One

Hello everyone!

I'm so excited to share the first chapter in my elriel meets spyxfamily fic, titled The Prophecy! 💫

This is an AU, so I've taken some creative license for both series.

I hope you enjoy!! Likes, comments and reblogs are MUCH appreciated!!

Pairing: elriel, elain x azriel

Word count: 2.3k

CW: Descriptions of violence

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“I must admit, Azriel, I knew the situation was dire, but this is…” Rhysand trailed off, the words failing him.

Azriel, his brother, could do nothing but give him a grim nod. “We must act immediately.” There was no other choice. Life on Prythian depended on it.

Rhys sighed, rubbing both of his hands over his face. His shoulders hunched, another deep sigh leaving his lips. Azriel looked away.

Not even half a year ago, his brother and High Lord had welcomed a son, Nyx, with his mate, Feyre. Azriel hadn’t been able to see his nephew many times as his job required him to be away for months at times, but he recalled the exact hue of black—a black so deep it resembled the midnight sky— of the baby’s hair, his eyes, blue-gray like his mother’s. The baby’s toothless smiles, his contagious laugh when someone rubbed his belly. The tiny flutters of his wings, begging to fly but too small to support Nyx’s weight yet.

Nyx was surrounded by love and warmth, by cuddles and kisses, by whispered words of love and loud laughter. Azriel may not be close to him to earn the title of Uncle—no matter what Rhys claimed—but he’d known from the first time he held him in his arms that he would do anything to ensure that Nyx wouldn’t be robbed of the world as he knew it.

Rhys let his hands fall from his face. Azriel could see the exhaustion caused by worry on his brother’s face; it was in the purple bruises under his eyes, the red and glossy veil over his eyes, the marked lines around his mouth. Azriel felt a stab of guilt for telling him the recent intel, but he knew it couldn’t be delayed.

“What do you recommend the course of action to be?” The High Lord asked him.

This was why Azriel had chosen to work for Rhys. Not out of a sense of obligation toward Rhys’ mother, but because he didn’t presume he knew everything simply because he was the ruler. Unlike his predecessors—Rhys’ father—he listened to his opinions, acknowledged Azriel’s areas of expertise gained by centuries of being a spy.

Meeting his High Lord’s violet eyes, he says, “We need someone to track him down.”

Rhys shook his head. “I can’t ask you to go on another mission. You’ve just returned from your last one!”

“You’re not asking me, I’m doing it out of my own volition,” Azriel said steadily. “Look, you need someone you know you can rely on for this job. That Koschei left his seat at his lake to settle in one of the many villages of Rask is concerning enough. That he only brought a couple of his servants with him, only adds to that concern. If he’s found the Cauldron…”

He left the rest unspoken. They both knew the dangerous threat that hypothetical posed.

Rhysand gave a reluctant nod. “We need to find a way for you to get there.”

“I’ve already thought of a way.”

Rhys’ eyebrows were high on his forehead after Azriel was done explaining his idea. The stars twinkling in the sky behind him shone as brightly as the one in his eyes. Az knew, at once, that his brother was amused by his plan.

He crossed his arms. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

The High Lord’s lips twitched. “I’m just picturing you, pretending to be a stranded merchant, beseeching help from the people of Rask.” He shook his head, a few strands of hair falling across his forehead. A grin spread on his tanned skin. “Whose idea was this? The twins’? Yours?”

Azriel scowled. “I fail to see why that matters.”

“None, none at all,” Rhys said, though his amusement remained.

Annoyance surged within him, but watching his brother’s eyes light up with delight eased it. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen such open joy on his face. That alone was reason enough to allow himself to be Rhysand’s object of mirth.

“So, the plan sees you assuming an alias, going to the Rask village and pretending to be a merchant, who was stranded months before on a remote island and finally found his way back home. Once there, you will work them to your favor until you gain access to Koschei. Once you’ve established what he’s been scheming, we’re going to take him, ensuring he will not destroy the Cauldron and effectively ending life on Prythian.”

Azriel gave a single nod.

Rhys stared at him. “You have wings.”

He shrugged. “I can hide them.” It was true. He learned he could when he was a child, stuck in his Father’s dungeons.

“You will have to actually talk with people,” his High Lord went on.

“And?”

“You’ll have to hold long conversations, crack jokes, make them like you.”

Azriel’s eyes narrowed slightly. “I know.” When Rhys didn’t say anything, he added, “I will. It’s not hard.”

Rhys didn’t look at all convinced. “If you’re sure,” he said, his tone indicating he wasn’t.

The full-bloodied Illyrian took some offense to that. “Are you implying I can’t?”

“When was the last time you spent some time with us, your family, Az, and actually enjoyed it?” His brother challenged.

“I always enjoy it,” he protested.

“I know you do, Cassian, too, but the people who don’t know you don’t. It took Feyre three years to understand you liked being in her company. We can’t afford to wait that long for you to persuade these people you’re one to be trusted,” Rhys retorted.

Azriel couldn’t deny the truth held in his words. He held his chin high. “What do you suggest?” He could tell Rhys was scheming, could see it in his violet eyes.

The other male grimaced. “Well, I’m not entirely sure you’ll like this.”

Elain Archeron took a deep, steadying breath, and began writing down what she’d seen a mere minutes ago, her hands slightly shaking.

It was far from being the first time she received visions concerning a middle aged woman. A queen, if the crown atop her head was of any indication. The thought made her hands shake harder.

This was the first time she’d been paralyzed by what her sight had shown her. She wrote faster. She needed to reach Feyre immediately.

It was an usual hot Spring day, and she opted not to wear any additional layers—her chiffon and satin dress was enough. Sprinting down the streets of Velaris, Elain ignored the many looks thrown her way. Not that she could blame them—a young Fae female huffing and puffing, clutching her skirts to prevent from tripping on them, her skin flushed from exertion was sure to attract people’s attention.

Feyre was in her garden, showing a wide-eyed Nyx the colorful flowers that Elain had planted a couple of months ago.

“Feyre,” she called.

Her sister jumped, whirling toward her. She brought the arm that wasn’t holding Nyx close to her chest. “Mother bless you, Elain, I didn’t hear you.”

Elain smiled. She took it as a compliment. It had taken months of stealth lessons to be able to sneak up on the Fae. Their enhanced hearing made it near impossible.

Her nephew babbled, trying to capture her attention. She tickled his soft belly, earning a giggle from him. She pressed a soft kiss on his dark head, before turning back to Feyre.

Her smile slipped as she began recounting her vision. “She’s in one of the villages in Rask.”

Feyre went still. “Are you certain?” Her grip on her son tightened.

“Yes.” She hesitated before adding, her voice tremulous, “She’s… She’s found it.”

Color bleached from Feyre’s cheeks. She took a seat on a nearby chair, Elain taking the other. Tense, worried silence settled between them, the only sound being Nyx’s babbling. Finally, Elain broke it. “I’m going to Rask.”

“Absolutely not,” Feyre replied immediately.

The brown-eyed sister suppressed an irritated sigh. Even after all these years, her sisters had troubles allowing her to make her own decisions. No matter how many times she proved herself, they still saw her as a little girl in dire need of guidance. “I am,” she said firmly. “I may not be a good fighter like you and Nesta, but I know how to defend myself. You know the closer I am to her, the more detailed and the more frequent the visions will be.” It was how her visions worked.

Yet Feyre shook her head. “I can’t let you—”

“You don’t have to let me do anything, actually.” Her sister flinched. Realizing how harsh her tone had been, Elain said gently, “I didn’t mean it like that, I’m sorry. But Feyre, I know what I am doing. I know what I’m going against. I can’t sit here and do nothing, when the Mortal Queen has the Cauldron and I could find a way to stop her.” She let the words sink in, before going for the killing blow. “I couldn’t live with myself, knowing I could have stopped her and didn’t simply because I abhor violence. I want Nyx to grow up in a better world than we did.”

She deserved Feyre’s glare. She didn’t shy away from it, instead met her sister’s eyes. Worry and surrender battled in the blue-gray of her eyes,

At last, the High Lady of the Night Court, sighed. “There’s nothing I can say to change your mind, is there?”

Elain simply shook her head.

“Even if I warned you Nesta won’t be alright with your decision?”

Again, the brown-eyed of the two sisters gave a curt shake of her head.

Her sister just let out another sigh. “Tell me your plan.”

Hiding her smile at this small victory, Elain explained, “I was thinking I could pretend to be a young widow, seeking shelter in the small Rask village. No one would suspect an heartbroken, innocent woman in need—”

“Wait,” Feyre interrupted her. “The old Mortal Queen is in a village in Rask?”

“Yes,” Elain answered, her brows furrowed in confusion.

“I may have another solution,” the High Lady said, enigmatically.

Sitting at Feyre and Rhysand’s dining room table, Azriel couldn’t help but pick up on how on edge everyone seemed to be. Next to him was Rhys, who was busy staring at his mate, sitting right across him on the other couch. Doubtless, they were having some mind-to-mind conversation, thanks to their daemati abilities.

Unfortunately, it meant the other two people in the room with them were left in an awkward silence. Azriel looked up at Elain, attempting at subtlety, just to find her staring at him unabashed.

This was the first time they met. He’d heard plenty of Feyre’s older sister, but he never would have imagined how beautiful she was. Her golden brown hair was done nicely in a waterfall braid. The sunlight made her brown eyes shine like warm honey.

She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

And she was going to be his pretend wife.

That was Feyre and Rhys’ plan. For Azriel and Elain to go to the Rask village together, as husband and wife.

He met her eyes. She glanced away, a soft blush spreading on her cheeks. Azriel cocked his head. What was she thinking? Why had she agreed to do this?

Rhys cleared his throat. “Well,” he began, before stopping. He looked at his mate, who rolled her eyes and spoke instead.

“So, Elain, this is Azriel. Azriel, this is Elain, my sister,” she introduced them. “We all know why we’re here, so let’s get straight to the point. You both need to go to this village in Rask. I don’t feel comfortable letting a young woman—my sister—travel alone by herself.” Azriel noticed Elain’s lips tightened. “And Azriel, I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but you need a cover to make people less frightened of you.” Feyre inadvertently glanced at his scarred hands. It was hard not to hide them from sight. He didn’t look to see if Elain was studying them, too. He didn’t know what he would say or do if she was. “Rhys and I believe you can help each other out. You can pretend you’re a newly married couple, looking to settle down in this village. You can figure out the details as you go.”

Silence blanketed the room.

“I’ll do it,” Elain announced. They all turned to look at her. Color bloomed on her cheeks at the sudden attention. Looking at Azriel, she said, “If you’re fine with it, of course.” She bit her lower lip.

Azriel found himself nodding without really thinking about it.

Feyre and Rhys both seemed to let out a relieved sigh. “Perfect. You’re leaving in two weeks, the passage has already been taken care of.”

“You’ll need rings, of course. Azriel, can you take care of that?” Feyre addressed him.

Rings. Elain will need a ring, he thought. Again, he nodded without saying anything. He threw a quick glance toward Elain. She was staring at her hand, where a finger should—<i>will</i>—be. He tucked away his puzzlement. Later, when he was alone, he’d have all the time in the world to go over his first meeting with her.

One, two, three.

Four, five, six.

seven, eight, nine.

Her small hands closed tightly over her ears, Tesni kept counting numbers, mumbling them to try to block out the screams in the background.

She was squeezed back against the wall of her mother’s dresser. She could see her chest rise quickly, beads of sweat crowning her forehead. Little, frantic sobs burst out of her mouth. She clamped her mouth shut, bringing her hands over it.

She heard everything clearly now. Her mother’s pleas, her father’s shouts as he tried to protect his mate.

Tesni kept counting, over and over again, long after her parents ceased crying and silence reigned once more. Long after the first rays of sunshine bathed the room with light.

A sharp metallic tang had built for a few hours now, overwhelming her sensitive nose.

When her neighbors found her, Tesni was lying on the dresser floor, still mumbling numbers. As they carried away from the carnage, wondering how she had survived for so long by herself, three words were ringing in her head, a last gift from her parents.

Remember the prophecy.

#elriel #elain and azriel #elain x azriel #elain archeron #azriel #pro elriel #spyxfamily #elriel fanfiction

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