#fated

[violette-hue]

Fated | (01)

Summary: Azriel is forced to find some sort of release after being barred from pining for Elain. He finds a lovely distraction at Rita's.

Trigger Warning(s): minors do not interact, 18+, SPOILERS, smut, partying, one night stand, not proofread

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Making this, hopefully, into a series :)

Azriel should have been furious, or at least insulted. Instead he felt relieved to get a few days off. When Cassian had commented on his recent crankiness and Rhysand had agreed, he was more than ready to defend himself. But then Rhysand had suggested he take a much needed break. And then Cassian had made the comment about getting laid. He wasn’t wrong. 

For weeks, Azriel and Elain had been teetering on the edge of teasing and flirting. For weeks Azriel had gotten so close to being with her, feeling skin against skin, cock buried deep within her. Yet, at every opportunity, something—or someone—had interrupted. Rhys. Cas. Feyre. Even Nyx, from time to time. Azriel new Rhys didn’t want him with Elain, but now it was starting to feel like everyone else was in on it. Conspiring against him. 

But would they really be conspiring against him if they gave him a few days off to fuck? 

Azriel took a deep breath as he entered Rita’s. He wasn’t really sure what to look for. A blonde, like Elain? A brunette? He wasn’t even entirely sure he’d be able to pull anyone. Elain was still plaguing his mind. It was her he wanted, after all. Maybe he should just go home and sneak into her room. 

Just as he was about to turn to leave, someone caught his eye. His eyes trailed over the curves of her body, drinking her in. She was beautiful, one of the most beautiful females he’d ever seen. The lights caught on the sparkles of his dress, and for a brief moment, Elain was forgotten. It was just Azriel and the female. She was surrounded by a group of what he assumed was her friends. As he watched her hips sway to the beat, he convinced himself he could do this. If not for his satisfaction, then for some sort of release. 

Azriel made his way to the bar and ordered a drink. His eyes never left the female, and he could have sworn her eyes crossed his. A shiver of static ran down his spine at the brief eye contact. He wouldn’t leave without trying. 

Another moment of eye contact had him clutching his drink tightly. He watched as the female smiled knowingly. He stood, his drink discarded and walked toward her. At this point, the female had moved away from her friends, and was now looking at him boldly with sweet, sultry look. 

“I don’t think I’ve seen you here before,” the female said, her voice carrying over the music. Her voice wrapped around his brain like a mist, a hot, heavy mist that filled his veins with desire. 

“I haven’t been in a while,” Azriel responded. His eyes drank the female in front of him in. She was much more beautiful up close.

“I must be lucky.” Azriel carefully watched the female’s tongue dart across her lips, moistening the chapped flesh. “Do you want to dance?”

Azriel found himself smiling, nodding subtly. His hands found purchase on her hips as they swayed to the rhythm of the song playing. Their bodies grazed each other as they moved, electricity buzzing between them with each touch. The female turned, and her luscious ass found place against him. His cock twitched at the intimate contact. He internally groaned. It had been too long since he was able to do this. His hands roamed from the female’s waist to her abdomen against the silky fabric of her dress. His fingers traced the area just below her navel, where there should be an extra bump of fabric clothing her sex. He found none, and nearly had to bite his tongue to control the sudden impulse to take her in front of everyone. 

“Let’s get out of here,” Azriel found himself saying, his lips brushing against the shell of the female’s ear. “To the alley.”

The female in his arms nodded her head and started for the alley. Azriel was close behind her, his hands never leaving her hips. His cocked twitched in his pants from anticipation. Just a few more steps, a rounded corner and he’d be buried to the hilt within this unnamed female. Should it have bothered him that he cared more about what her sex felt like than what her name was? It should, he concluded, but he needed this. He supposed he could find out the female’s name quickly. At least to not treat her entirely like walking release. 

The brisk autumn air kissed Azriel’s face as they finally reached the alley. Within seconds, he had the female against the wall, lips against hers with a devouring fever. The female returned the kiss, her back arching off the wall of Rita’s. His blood bubbled under his skin, and kissing her wasn’t enough. Running his hands over her breasts wasn’t enough. He thought he’d be able to play with her a bit, feel out her sex. But he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to wait. 

Azriel shoved a hand down his leathers and freed his cock. The autumn breeze felt soothing against the heated flesh, and he pumped himself once, then twice. He pushed the female’s dress up her thighs enough to reveal her dripping sex. He licked his lips and rest the tip of his cock against her entrance. He groaned softly with the contact. 

“Is this okay?” he asked, his breath low and husky.

The female nodded, hips wiggling for more friction. “I didn’t get your name,” she breathed, her fingertips digging into his shoulders.

He pushed himself inside her, moaning as her puffy walls embraced his length. “Azriel,” he ground out. He snapped his hips against hers and relished at the lewd sound it made. His arms tensed, his fingers digging into the fleshy part of her hips. “Yours?”

“Y/N.” Her voice was breathy, broken up by moans. She felt so good around him, so – right. 

His thrusts became rougher, deeper and his mind couldn’t form a coherent thought. She tightened around him like a vise as her moans became louder and higher. His name left her lips in an utterance, like a prayer. The sound of the way she moaned his name sounded like pure bliss. Azriel found himself too close to the edge too soon, but so did this beautiful female. Within a few more strokes, she was a moaning mess underneath him. Her fingernails grazed against the base of his wings, and Azriel came with a loud moan. 

Azriel stood there for some time, forehead leaning against her shoulder and breathing heavily. His grip loosened against her hips, but still held her firm enough to keep her held up. A sudden shame filled Azriel. He didn’t intend to finish that quickly, but at least she finished, too.

He raised his head, eyes meeting hers and smiled softly. “Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “For the, uh, quick finish.”

He watched as a dazzling smile crossed Y/N’s features. “I think mine was a bit quicker than yours,” she responded. Her hands ran gently along his shoulders and biceps. “Maybe we can do this again? For a little longer?”

Azriel smiled, and nodded before he could logically think. Some release every now and then wouldn’t be too bad, especially if he were being micromanaged around Elain. 

“Maybe we can go back to my place?” she suggested shyly. Her hips rolled against his gently as an indicator to what she meant. Azriel didn’t have to think logically to answer her question this time. 

#a court of thorns and roses #a court of thorns and roses smut #a court of thorns and roses imagine #a court of thorns and roses drabble #azriel smut #azriel x reader #azriel x y/n #azriel imagine #azriel drabble #azriel shadowsinger #azriel #azriel acotar #azriel fic #azriel x you #acotar #acotar fic #acotar azriel #violette-hue #fated

[19silvermirrors]

All stars in the sky are yours🌟✨

#madahashi #hashimada #madara uchiha #hashirama senju #naruto #uchiha madara #senju hashirama #romance #fated #dreamer #dreaming #memory #touch #gentle

[astrologged]

Vertex in Synastry

Vertex is a sensitive point on the chart that is associated with fated or destined encounters and experiences. When looking at a synastry chart, Vertex can indicate significant, fated, or karmic connections between them.

When one person's Vertex makes a significant aspect to another person's personal planet or angle, such as the Sun, Moon, Ascendant, or Descendant, it creates a powerful and transformative connection between the two. This can manifest in various ways, such as an instant recognition or sense of familiarity, a feeling of "meant to be,", soulmates, twinflames or a deep sense of purpose or destiny in the relationship.

The Vertex in synastry can also indicate areas of growth and learning for the people involved, as it may bring to the surface unresolved issues or past life connections that need to be addressed in order to move forward in the relationship.

When one person's planet or point makes an aspect with the other person's Vertex, it indicates a strong attraction or a significant turning point in the relationship. The planet or point involved in the aspect can reveal the type of connection or energy that is being activated.

There are several Vertex aspects that can indicate a fated meeting or a karmic connection between two people. Some of the most significant Vertex aspects to look for are:

Vertex conjunct North Node: Ceates a strong karmic connection and a sense of destiny or fate in the relationship. The North Node represents the lessons and challenges that an person needs to learn in this lifetime, and when it is in conjunction with the Vertex, it means that the relationship is meant to help both individuals grow and evolve.

Vertex conjunct Sun or Moon: Suggests a strong attraction and a sense of destiny or fate in the relationship. The Sun represents the person's core identity and purpose, while the Moon represents their emotional needs and inner world.

Vertex conjunct Mercury: The two have a strong and fated connection related to communication and learning. They have a natural rapport and understanding of each other's thoughts and ideas, and are able to support each other's intellectual growth and development.

Vertex conjunct Venus or Mars: Creates a very strong sexual and romantic attraction, and a sense of fate or destiny in the relationship. Venus represents love, beauty, and harmony, while Mars represents passion, desire, and action.

Vertex conjunct Saturn or Pluto: Suggests a significant karmic lesson or challenge in the relationship. Saturn represents restriction, discipline, and responsibility, while Pluto represents transformation, power, and intensity.

#vertex #synastry #aspects #astrology #twinflames #soulmates #karmic connection #karmic #fated

[unabashedqueenfury]

Reign 2013-2017

Mary and Francis

#mary stuart #francis de valois #adelaide kane #toby regbo #frary #mary×francis #season1 #reign #mary queen of scots #spotify #london symphony orchestra #scotland #dauphin #face expression #feathers #childhood #soulmates #reunited #fated #OTP #Spotify

[enden-k]

kavehs parents and haithams parents met?!!

#FATED #FATEDDDDDD #hangout rambles #tbd

[lillianforest22]

CHARLIE SAID THE FUCKING LIKE

Nice forearms and nicer staff

Man that made me start to tear up dated ment a lot to me so I loved that refernce

#jrwi #fated #riptide #jrwi riptide #jrwi fated #autistic #I’m so autistic about this

[1introvertedsage]

The Journey

One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice— though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles.

“Mend my life!” each voice cried. But you didn’t stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy was terrible.

It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full of fallen branches and stones. But little by little, as you left their voices behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do— determined to save the only life you could save.

~Mary Oliver~

#Mary Oliver #Mary Oliver poetry #poetry #The Journey #fly #path #mission #life #destiny #fated #poems daily #see #LHA #1introvertedsage

[tenuousglossator]

m you have a uh a good sign do you want to be on my team ?

19:26==<> ?

19:26==<> @goddamntyranical?

19:27==<> Th 1?

#captivecitreum #Not An Assignment #Fated

[cavinginhisfvce]

'The Fated"

Pairing: Harringrove. Soulmate!AU.

Tw: implied child abuse. brief violence.

Soulmate!AU where the first time a pair of soulmates experience prolonged touch, they're given all the memories of their past lives with one another, if they have any. 

It's almost a myth for soulmates to meet repeatedly in different lives, but if two souls truly belong together, they will meet again. 

Destiny makes sure of it. They call them The Fated.

Billy, who meets Steve and has no idea the older boy is his soulmate until Steve's beneath him, bloody, and gasping, his frame thrashing with futile attempts of hoisting the blond off of him. 

Steve is the first one to experience the cold that overtakes you, his body going stiff as flashes of distorted images dance in his mind.

Billy has his arms wrapped tightly around Steve's waist, a wide smile on his lips as the brunet tries half-heartedly to shove him away, murmurs of dinner being almost done ringing like bells in his ears.

None of the kids seem to notice that the lack of movement on Steve's end isn't a result of Billy's fists, until Billy is also just as frozen, his eyes widening.

Everyone knows the signs of two Fated soulmates meeting for the first time, legend says both become almost like statutes, the only indication of life being their rising and falling chests. 

Teachers scold young students who gossip about it in the halls, all of them wondering if they'll be one of the lucky ones. Someone who has found their soulmate over, and over, no matter what life has thrown at them.

Steve has his arm held above his head, a piece of paper dangling between his fingertips as Billy reaches for it. She's on her tippy toes, pouting when the mystery sheet strays further from her grasp. "Asshole! Give me my damn essay back. I have to turn it in!"

Steve just laughs loudly, finally lowering his hand, as well as his head. "Gimme a kiss and I'll think about it, Dolly."

In the assortment of memories, neither of them look as they do currently, especially in the last memory, but it's obvious who they are. 

It's obvious even when Billy is almost a foot shorter than him, and in place of a flat chest is a set of impressive boobs.

They can tell who was who, they can feel the love each had for the other. It's somehow foreign and familiar. 

Billy, despite going under last, is first to break out of the trance, his hands shaking as he scrambles to move from his place on Steve's lap. His eyes are no less wide as he scans the boy for any serious injuries. He lets out a soft sigh when he finds nothing aside from the minor blossoming of bruises and blood trickling from his nose.

He's glad the plate he grabbed early on had slipped from his hand, and shattered at their feet instead of over his soulmate's head.

Once Steve has come to, he searches the room almost frantically with his eyes. Brown eyes find blues, and all Steve can do is stare. 

The room is silent, the air thick as all the kids wait with bated breaths for whatever was set to happen next.

Billy is wholly unprepared for Steve to stand up on shaky legs, and stalk over to him, a flash of determination on his features. His body wants to be afraid, wants to be on guard. But his heart? It has other plans, it stays rooted in its place, even when Steve is cupping his cheeks and leaning in.

He doesn't kiss Billy, much to the blond's displeasure, instead he whispers softly, "My Dolly…"

The younger just barely bites back the smile tugging on his lips, a soft scoff leaving him, "Asshole. That assignment was late because of you."

Steve for his part, laughs out loud. It's a warm, saccharine sound that has Billy's insides turning to goo. He wants to hear it everyday, every second.

Someone clears their throat and walks up to the pair. Without turning his head, Billy knows it's Max. Which serves to do nothing but remind him of why he was there in the first place. 

It's what has him stepping away from Steve, his eyes snapping to the redhead.

"We're leaving. Now, Maxine." 

The younger girl just glares up at her brother, her eyes alight with defiance. "I'm not leaving until I know my friends are safe!"

A laugh bubbles from Billy, but it isn't filled with humor, it's dark, chilling. 

"Max…" He says her name in a sing-song way, the same way he had the day he told Max he wouldn't hesitate to run her new friend group down.

She hadn't believed him, not even when he revved the engine. He didn't go further than that, as expected. 

She tenses up, her lips set in a frown. 

"Billy, please. I know I shouldn't have snuck out...but, I had to be here! They needed me…" 

The girl isn't sure if her brother is even listening to her, he isn't the most rational person on a good day. And if the bruising eye he sported on his way in early is any indication, today is not a good day.

She watches as he tears his gaze from her, his piercing blue eyes landing on Steve. 

"Harrington, I swear to God, if anyone touched Max, I'll kill you myself…" His words are punctuated with a growl, the meaning behind them unsaid, but they ring clear in Steve's ears. 

He immediately squares his shoulders, shaking his head. "It's not like that, Billy. It'll never be like that, I swear." He trails off, noting the way Billy deflates only slightly.

"Then what the fuck is going on?"

Steve can hear the rest of the kids yelling in the background, telling him to shut up, to not say a word. But, all Steve can hear is the treble in Billy's voice when he spoke, all he can see is the haunted look in the ocean blue eyes. A look Steve may not know firsthand, but has seen in enough jaded, hurt people to identify as fear. The fear of whatever happened to them, happening to the person they're supposed to protect and look out for. 

It's that look alone, that has Steve grabbing Billy's hand and tugging him to the Byers' freezer. He can see the look of confusion on his soulmate's face, but it quickly washes away when the taller boy tugs the door open; leaving the corpse of a monster only featured in a horror film's worst nightmare in full view.

There's a ringing in his ears, but it goes ignored when Steve starts recounting the events of the night. He tells him of their past dealing with creatures like this, he tells him about Will. 

By the end, Steve is winded and Billy is gripping his hand so tightly, the brunet could feel the blood rushing to his fingertips, but he didn't let go, because Billy didn't let go.

It takes some convincing, but Steve eventually gets the kids to give them privacy, even if it meant promising they'd go to the tunnels, despite his earlier refusals.

When the kitchen is cleared, Billy all but flings himself into Steve's arms, his breathing pinched as he curls his fingers into the fabric of the taller boy's jacket.

He's not hyperventilating, which is good. But he's also shaking in Steve's hold. Steve can feel the wet heat of tears seeping into his shirt, but he doesn't lessen his hold. If anything it gets tighter.

Steve gets the overwhelming urge to cry after finding out about the Upside Down, he knows what it feels like to choke on the debilitating fear that comes with so much as imaging one of those things alive and gunning for you.

Obviously, he's had the displeasure of experiencing said fear in real time, but he understood the blond's reaction. 

It took a few minutes, but Billy eventually calmed down enough to speak, his words were watery, but his eyes held a determination that Steve couldn't shake if he tried, "you said something about sentient tunnels?"

Again, Steve laughs, his body shaking against Billy's frame as the smaller boy smirks up at him. 

"Glad to have you back, Little Lion."

There's a faint blush that dusts tanned skin, but he's quickly shaking his head, a huff spilling from his lips.

"Shut it, Pretty Boy."

"Make me."

Their eyes meet, and Billy can't do anything more but lean in, and press his lips to Steve's. There's almost a current of electricity, followed by a blanket of content, and wholeness. The feeling of two soulmates reconnecting.

It's the reuniting of a pair that lost each other, only to find their way back. 

#billy hargrove #billy antis dni #billy hargrove deserved better #billy hargrove protection squad #harringrove #steve harrington #hargrove mayfield siblings #tw: implied child abuse #harringrove drabble #harringrove soulmate au #soulmates #soulmate!au #fated #the fated #i made this up #i wrote this earlier this month and just finished it #but i should be sleep bc i have an early class lmao #harringrove is better than sleep ig #billy x steve #billy and max have a complicated relationship but they're working on ir #it* #the upside down #the party in the bg #tw neil hargrove #just mentioned #billy is working on his anger #its a battle #but hes trying

[violette-hue]

Fated | (01) (02)

Summary: Azriel’s been coming over more frequently, and decides to spend the night. He opens up about some of his problems.

Trigger Warning(s): **18+ ONLY, minors do not interact, SPOILERS, unprotected sex, smut, cursing, jealousy, mentions of nausea, mentions of being sexually used, heartbreak-ish, not proof read

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: not at all what I had planned, but I’m happy with how it turned out :)

Over the next month and a half, you had gotten used to a body warming your bed. Azriel was sound asleep next to you, the blankets relaying dangerously low on his stomach. Your eyes greedily took in his exposed skin, his toned chest and stomach, the dark line of hair trailing down beneath your blankets. Ever since Rita’s he had been the one warming your bed. He wouldn’t come over to your small apartment every night, but most nights he was here. He’d come over, fuck you proper, and sleep. Sometimes he’d wake up and repeat the process—one, two, three times in one night until he was satisfied. You knew that’s what you were for, some release and satisfaction, but Azriel had been coming over more frequently and maybe, just maybe, that meant something. You weren’t delusional enough to think he was falling for you, but it had to mean something, right? A piqued interest, a slight tug of the heart.

You chewed on the inside of your lip and brushed a few strands of dark hair from his forehead. When he had come over last night, his face had been so full of emotion, his eyes stirring. You wondered what could have gotten him so worked up. Azriel wasn’t keen on sharing much personal information. You knew his name, that he was Illyrian, and that he worked for the High Lord. He wouldn’t say anything more, even when you asked. So when you saw all the emotions built behind his walls, you didn’t ask any questions. You invited him in and eased any tensions the only way you knew how. 

Still, you couldn’t help but question why he chose to return to you each time. Was there something about you he liked that he was apprehensive of saying? Were you just an easy conquest? Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, churning last night’s dinner. You hoped that wasn’t the case—you hope he called on you because he wanted to, not because you were too easy. Though, you supposed it shouldn’t have mattered…you were no one to him. And he was no one to you. Should be no one to you, but you weren’t ready to touch on that subject. Not when it could ruin everything. 

You tore your eyes away from Azriel’s peaceful face and made your way to the bathroom. You ran a hot bath, and when you were comfortable enough with the temperature, stepped into the deep tub. The hot water hugged your skin and worked wonders on your sore body. Azriel was a passionate lover and handled you with care normally, but last night he had been unhinged. Whatever was bothering him must really be eating him alive. You looked at your arms, at the red marks around your wrists. You closed your eyes as the memories from last night flooded your mind. 

He had wrapped his large hand around your wrists above your head with such force as he pound into you. Your legs were loosely draped around his waist, barely able to hold on as you were overwhelmed with pleasure. His fingers dug into the fleshy skin of your wrists, right between the bone. You had cried out with both pain and pleasure as he rode out your second orgasm of the night. The second of many. 

You opened your eyes suddenly as the familiar throbbing ached between your legs. The memories of him were enough to make you heated. You brought your legs up to your chest and rested your elbows on your knees. You tried not to recount your sessions with Azriel, least you wanted to spend the next half hour to an hour pleasuring yourself. Even that wasn’t enough to sedate your lust. Not when it came to him. 

Azriel was unlike any lover you had taken to your bed. He was larger than any other male you had lain with, and had more stamina. He was more attentive, making sure to not hurt you too much and give you rest in between sessions. He made sure you finished at least once before finishing himself, and he’d usually run you a hot bath after you’d both settle down. He’d be gone after a bath, but this time… You looked to the closed door, Azriel sound asleep on the other side. This time he had chosen to stay. Deep down, you wanted to believe he stayed because he wanted to, but you knew better. You were sure he only stayed because he was too tired to leave.

The silver door handle turned and the dark, wooden door swung open. Azriel shuffled inside your bathroom with a mumbled good morning and leaned against the door frame.

“Good morning,” you replied softly. “The bath’s still hot if you’d like to join.” You tried to keep your eyes from roaming his naked, glorious body. 

Azriel nodded and strode over to the tub. He stepped in gently, the water reaching just below his knee. The water rose as he sat across from you in the deep tub, and you pulled the stopper to drain some of the excess. You both sat in silence for a bit, enjoying the hot water on your muscles. Your eyes roamed over to his chest, his face, and he smiled. 

“Why are you so shy all of a sudden?” Azriel asked. He reached for you with gentle hands and pulled you over to his lap. His fingers traced along your jaw in comforting strokes. 

“Sorry,” you started, “it’s just that you’ve usually never spent the night before. I’m not sure if I should be making you breakfast or waking you up by sucking your cock.”

Azriel laughed, his chest brushing against yours. You situated yourself on his lap, your knees placed next to either side of his thighs. You ignored his cock brushing against your thigh—or at least tried too. 

“I wouldn’t be opposed to either, but this is fine, too.” He inhaled deeply, his muscles relaxing as he exhaled. “I’m sorry if I’m imposing, I should’ve asked if it was okay to stay.”

“I’m fine with you staying.” Your hands ran up his firm chest to his neck. Your fingers slid into the hair at the base of his neck and massaged the area. “You looked like you needed it.”

“Yeah, I did.” Azriel’s eyes shut as he enjoyed your ministrations. 

This is how it was always like. You’d poke at the situation, hoping he’d open up and tell you what was wrong, only for him to give vague, short answers and leave you in the dark. Though, why should he tell you anything? You were only his lover. Lover. The word made your heart sing and squeeze at the same time. How many other lovers did he have? You shifted slightly. 

“Feyre, she has this sister,” Azriel started. You jumped at the sound of the High Lady’s name and listened intently. “Her name is Elain. Rhys won’t let me near her. She has a mate, but she doesn’t even want him.”

Your furrowed your brows. “Why won’t he let you?”

“Because the sexual tension keeps building and we need to stay on good terms with her mate. They haven’t even mated officially.”

Your fingers faltered and your heart dropped to your stomach. “Oh.” Nausea crept up your throat and churned your stomach. You willed the dread away, willed yourself to say something else. “I don’t really understand politics.” You mentally kicked yourself. What a stupid thing to say. 

This was why he had been coming over to your apartment so worked up? This was what you had let your body be used for? To release sexual tension for another female? You felt sick to your stomach. How could you have willingly let a male you just met have that much of a hold on you? Those sessions you thought meant so much to him, meant nothing at all. You were the other female, not some lover. You forced your face into neutrality, forced every muscle in your body not to recoil with disgust. You weren’t even disgusted at him. You were disgusted at yourself for letting him in so easily and falling hard. 

Azriel nodded slightly. “He could ask for a duel if Elain and I got intimate. He’d die, and Rhys can’t have him dead.”

“That makes sense, I guess.” Every nerve in your body was yelling at you to run away. “Why doesn’t she just reject the bond?”

“I don’t know. No one will let us be alone to even ask that question.” Azriel lay his hands on your hips and pulled you closer to him. “I…I haven’t been using you, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

You tilted your head to the side. “My mind crossed that option.” 

He sighed deeply and ran his hands up and down your lower back. “I won’t lie to you, at first it started off that way. But I like this thing we have. The company, the sex – it’s comfortable..”

You forced a light laugh and prayed it sounded natural. “I’m not really sure that sounded like a compliment, but thank you.” Your fingers tugged slightly at the hair on the base of his neck. “I like this thing we have, too. The sex is good.”

Azriel smiled. “The sex is good.” His lips brushed against yours softly. “It’s great.”

You giggled, and just like that, any disgust you had felt minutes ago was washed away. You allowed Azriel to kiss you deeply, allowed him to run his hands from your ass to between your thighs. You sighed deeply as one of his digits entered you with ease and curled against your soft walls. One, two, three fingers entered you, in and out, in and out. Your sighs morphed into strangled moans as his lips clashed with yours. He swallowed your breaths, your whines as he worked you to an orgasm. You writhed in his hold as release came over you in waves and you called out his name breathlessly. 

“When I’m with you, it’s like all my problems melt away,” Azriel murmured against your lips. “Like I’m okay to just be me. No worries. No problems. No fights. No nothing but this.” 

You nodded, your hand reaching down to guide his cock inside you. You cried out as you sank down, taking him all in. He hissed and gripped your hips tightly. 

“Me too,” you gasped. “I like this – love this.” You moved, your hips rising and falling against him. The water splashed outside of the tub, sploshing loudly. You’d clean that up later. Now, you needed to get all of him inside you, again and again until it was enough. It wasn’t enough. His length deep inside you, brushing against the edge of you and it still wasn’t enough. Your nails raked down his back as you cried out. You needed more. 

“Fuck–you feel so good–” Azriel ground out beneath you, his hands guiding you down on his cock with enough force to drain the tub of nearly all it’s water. 

“Good enough to forget Elain?” The words left your mouth before you could think of the consequences. But fuck the consequences and fuck Elain. Azriel was yours. Your heart squeezed at the intrusion. He was yours. 

Azriel didn’t skip a beat. A crooked smile tugged at his lips. “Jealous?” His fingertips dug into your skin.

You shook your head. “What’s there to be jealous about?” you said breathlessly. “You’re fucking me, not her.”

He grunted and held you close to him. He stood quickly and stepped out of the tub. In an instant, your back was against the cold tile and your legs were hanging over Azriel’s shoulders. He thrust into you harshly, his balls slapping against the wet skin of your ass. 

“That’s right, baby,” he ground out. “I’m fucking you.”

You choked on a moan as his thumb moved harshly over your clit. Closer and closer you were being pushed to oblivion. Your stomach tightened with a familiar feeling as you locked eyes with him. Release was coming soon, but you were nowhere near satisfied. Your back arched off the tile as you tried to wrap your legs around his waist. You needed to touch Azriel, feel him closer to you. Your hands snaked around him to rest on his back, your nails finding purchase in the skin on his shoulders. His chest flushed against yours, you kissed him vigorously. Teeth scraped against one another, tongue brushing against tongues, you thought you’d die. You felt too good for this to be real. 

Release washed over you like a white hot wave. Your legs squeezed around Azriel, and you heard him curse. You felt his cock twitch inside you, sputter as he emptied himself in you. You lay on the floor panting, legs locked around your lover. Your heart felt so full, you almost didn’t want to move. Except, now your legs were cramping and you needed another bath. You peeled yourself off of Azriel and sat up slowly. The familiar feeling of his cum slipping out of you made you tense.

Azriel placed a tender kiss to your forehead and helped you stand up. His hand trailed up your arm to your wrist as he led you back to the bath. He tensed as he saw the red marks on your wrist. 

“Was this me?” he asked, bringing your wrist closer to him. 

“From last night.” You stepped into the tub slowly, careful to not slip. You turned the faucet to refill the tub with hot water. 

He placed a soft kiss on the red flesh. “I’m sorry.”

You raised your head and met his gaze. You wanted to say that it was fine, that you had enjoyed it, but the air sucked right out of you. Something in his eyes stirred and reached out to you. Not physically, but mentally – almost divinely. It was as if his shadows reached inside your body and filled every crevice, every cell. Your heart sang as his eyes searched yours for a response.

“It’s okay,” you mumbled.

It wasn’t okay, not in the slightest. His shadows danced around you, or at least you thought they did. You weren’t sure of anything at this point. You weren’t entirely sure you were even standing. You felt lightheaded and completely grounded at the same time. 

Mate, his shadows sang. They sang louder and louder until they overpowered you. You couldn’t see any light, there was no way out of this. 

Azriel was your mate.

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[astrologged]

Hi. What aspects do you consider to be soulmate in synastry and composite chart? Thank you.💖

Sun/Moon midpoint conjunction (a deep emotional connection and understanding between the two) Sun conjunct Moon (a strong emotional and romantic bond between two people) Venus conjunct Mars (a strong physical and romantic attraction between two people) Venus trine or sextile Mars (a strong physical and romantic attraction, but with a more harmonious and balanced energy) Moon trine or sextile Venus (a strong emotional connection and affection between two people) North Node conjunction (the two people are meant to meet and have a significant impact on each other's spiritual growth and life path) Saturn contacts (Saturn contacts, such as Saturn conjunct the other person's Sun or Moon, indicate a sense of responsibility and commitment to each other, which can be a sign of a deep and lasting connection)

In the composite chart:

Sun conjunct Moon (a strong emotional and romantic bond between two people) Venus conjunct Mars (a very instant, strong physical and romantic attraction between two people) Vertex contacts (such as Vertex conjunct the other person's Sun or Moon, can indicate a fated and significant connection) Jupiter contacts (such as Jupiter conjunct the other person's Sun or Moon, can indicate a sense of growth, expansion, and abundance in the relationship)

I hope this helps :)

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[unabashedqueenfury]

Reign 2013-17/01-13

Mary and Francis

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[kuailiangshellfire]

almost home.

Our lips were barely apart before I felt myself being dragged away. The tension in Bi-Han's shoulders gave his anger away. His grip, tight, began to burn, as his ice cut into my skin. I cried out, grabbing his wrist. Bi-Han turned and Hanzo was there instantly, pushing him off me. His touch was light, absorbing the spot of ice that formed on my skin.

“Easy,” He whispered and my arm trembled under his touch.

The skin was red and angry. The sight of it caused him to press a small kiss to it. It tingled under his lips and I gasped, tilting his head up.

“It's okay,” I whispered. Hanzo frowned. I hated seeing that look on his face.

Bi-Han bristled, reaching for me again. Hanzo lashed out like a snake, grasping his wrist. The air around us started to turn frigid. The people ignorant to our presence began to stop and stare. Anxiety prickled at the back of my neck and I looked at Tomas for help. He returned it, the same anxiety in his eyes.

“Bi-Han, please.” I cupped where they met. “I'll go with you.”

“Liang...” Looking at my face, he swallowed back his words. Gently pulling them apart, I cupped his jaw before I kissed him breathless. He whimpered when I broke away.

“I'll come back to you,” I whispered, before I took my place by Bi-Han's side.

I don't miss the look of triumph on Bi-Han's face as we begin our walk out of the village. Tomas slid my mask into my hand as we got to the top of the hill. The weight of it was tenfold.

The Grandmaster forbade me from returning to the village and my heart plummeted to my stomach. Keeping my head down as he gave me a verbal lashing, my hands clenched into fists. In my mind's eye, I could see Hanzo back there, in his home, waiting for me to come back. Would he wait for me, or would he move on? Giving up on the fate we apparently shared. I swallowed hard, trying not to imagine Hanzo gone when I finally returned to the village. It hurt.

Tomas was waiting for me when I returned to my quarters. He was sitting unnaturally when I entered, as if I caught him by surprise. The silence on his side of the room was loud. I almost wanted him to get on with it, because I knew what he was going to say, siding with Bi-Han and the Grandmaster. As much as I confided in him, he knew a losing battle when he saw one.

“When are you going back?” He asked and I dropped my mask when I pulled it off. “Why do you look so surprised?”

“I just....thought you'd talk me out of it,” I replied, gaping at him.

“Ye of little faith, Tundra.” He smiled before it slipped away. He bit his lip. “It was him, wasn't it?”

“It was. Hanzo Hasashi.”

“Hanzo....Hasashi.” He rolled the name around in his mouth as he said. “Seemed like a nice guy.”

“He is.”

“How do you know? How did you know it was him? How do you know that you still know him?”

I sat down next to him. “I just do it. It was like...everything clicking into place. It was like the fog had lifted. Clarity. He knew me, too. He called me Liang.”

Tomas made a face. “No one calls you that.”

“No one...except him.” I tried to bite back a smile, but it was all for naught.

“So...when are you going back?” Tomas asked again, nudging me with an elbow.

“The Grandmaster forbid it,” I replied, the smile falling from my face.

“When has that ever stopped you?”

That was that. Tomas came up with a cover, as thin as it was, and I snuck out of the Lin Kuei compound. It had been easier than I expected, which shouldn't be as surprising as it was. As well trained as I was, our guards should have been trained better.

I got to the village in record time. Despite being late at night, some of the homes were still lit. A sea of light in the shadows. I slid down the hill, walking towards them.

It was welcoming. I hadn't noticed last time. The deeper I got into the village, the more at home I felt. I watched as a family strode down the street, a father, mother and two sons. All happy. I swallowed, hard. I wanted the life I could have here with Hanzo. I wanted....

“Hey,” I heard a voice whisper and I jumped, reaching for my kunai, only to find it gone. Hanzo was holding it, smirking.

I glared. “I could have killed you.”

“You didn't even hear me.”

“I....I did.”

“Uh huh.” He smiled before pulling me in for a kiss. I melted against him, wrapping my arms around his neck. We stayed like that for what felt like an eternity.

Pulling away for air, he whispered. “Follow me.”

Threading our fingers together, he pulled me with him. Up on a hill, near the edge of the village, but still able to see the surroundings, sat his home. My breath caught looking at it. Our quarters at the Lin Kuei were elegant, befitting kings, despite us being assassins. Our Grandmaster liked pretty things, and it was reflected in the Lin Kuei compound. This was simple, homey, welcoming just as the village had been and I could envision a life here with Hanzo. A life away from the Lin Kuei, from whatever missions our Grandmaster threw us into and I wanted it with all my being.

“You alright?” He asked, opening the door. I nodded, overwhelmed with yearning.

The door was barely closed before I crowded him against it, claiming his lips as my own. He growled, pulling me closer. We kissed until we couldn't anymore, with Hanzo sealing his lips over my throat. I moaned, grinding against his body.

It was a blur after that. A tangled mess of limbs and sweat. Our hard bodies grinding against each other. Calloused fingers brushing against my chest, hips before digging into my ass. Bruises left in their wake. Gasps and moans filled the room, dragging out his name like a prayer. When it was finished, we clung to each other, sharing breath and heat.

“I love you, “ I mouthed against his neck, silent. Afraid to say it out loud. Afraid that it was too soon, despite knowing him like the back of my hand.

He pulled me closer, pressing a kiss to the crown of my head and darkness overtook us.

Morning spilled in between the curtains and I groaned, burying my face into the pillow next to me. Hanzo had already risen, I had felt him move hours before, so the spot next to me had grown cold. I groaned again, snatching the pillow from his side. It smelled of him. Of pine and freshly fallen snow and something completely Hanzo that I couldn't describe it.

I must have fallen asleep again because I woke to a voice in my ear saying, “Who knew you were a pillow thief?”

I smiled but didn't open my eyes. “As a friend says, 'you snooze, you lose'.”

“Oh really?”

He gripped my sides, brushing them gently and I laughed, turning towards him. “Hanzo!”

“Still ticklish, I see.”

“That's not fair.”

“I think it is.”

I jutted my lower lip out at him, before pulling him down for a kiss. He smelled of earth and clean sweat. The harvest. He groaned against my lips, pressing his body against mine.

“You....are...bad.” He emphasized each word with a kiss and I smirked.

“The worst.”

He chuckled, climbing into the bed with me. Wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into his chest, he buried his face into my neck and inhaled. I intertwined our fingers again, looking over the back of his hand.

“How did you end up with the ice?” I asked.

“Not sure. One day, it was fire, another ice,” He replied, kissing the back of my neck.

“Hm.” I thought back to the scorpion sting. Had it been the first step of fate to bring us back together?

“I'm sure your clan wasn't happy.”

“They weren't. I was expelled.”

“What?”

He shrugged. “It was ages ago. I've moved on. Did odd jobs here and there. Stopped in this village once and it was all over. I met my ex-wife here, Harumi. We were together for three years, and we have a son, Satoshi. He was with me that day.”

“You two have an arrangement then.”

“Yes. I think she was expecting something else, and I wasn't it. And, I was fated to someone else. Doomed before we could start.”

“I'm sorry.”

“Don't be. We still love each other, just not like that, and we have a son that we both love very much.” He kissed the back of my hand. “What about you?”

“Hmm..just Bi-Han, Tomas, and I.” I sighed. “Mother died when I was young and Father died a few years ago. Bi-Han wasn't old enough to take up the mantle of the Grandmaster, so my Father's second was awarded it.” I gritted my teeth. “He acts high and mighty, thinks we are bound for greatness, but all of the missions we have been on have not panned out, or flat out wrong. Bi-Han wants to take over, but it won't be until after our current Grandmaster dies.”

“That could be a while and he doesn't seem like the patient type, either.”

I scoffed. “You're right. I fear one day I will come back from a mission and Bi-Han will have staged of coup.”

“As long as you're not caught in the middle.”

“I'd help my brother as much as I can, but sometimes, I feel it's not wanted. He'd do everything himself if he could.” I shook my head. “Sometimes, I wish we were closer. Him and Tomas...they're all I have left.”

“I'm sorry.” He kissed the spot behind my ear. “And to be fair, that's not true anymore. You also have me, which ever way you want me.”

I turned toward him and smiled. Pulling him into a kiss, I tugged off his clothes, throwing them to the ground. He settled between my legs, pressing his body against mine. We picked up where we left off from the night before.

When I awoke again, Bi-Han was standing over us.

(cross posted on ao3)

#subscorp #kuai liang #hanzo hasashi #mortal kombat #part 2 #fated #bi-han #tomas vrbada #ingoring the fact that bi-han is grandmaster in mk1 #slight mk1 spoilers

[catierambles]

She ran down the street, dodging people on the sidewalk, not daring to look behind her, but she could hear him chasing after her. She had to get away from people, get somewhere isolated, maybe then she would lose him. People yelled and complained behind her as he barreled through them, and she rounded a corner, nearly running into someone coming out of a shop.

"Whoa, easy there." He said, holding her arms to steady her.

"Please, you have to--" She tried to pull her arms out of his hands, "He's going to kill me, I have to keep moving!"

"Easy, ma'am, what're you talking about? Who's going to kill you?" He asked, and she looked over his shoulder, her eyes going wide.

"Please, I have to--"

"There you are!" She heard him say, a false, relieved smile plastered on his face. "Thanks, man. I've got her."

"You mind telling me what's going on?" Her would-be rescuer asked, pushing her behind him gently as he turned to face him. "This woman is terrified."

"She's my girlfriend. She's off her meds. It makes her paranoid. Really, this isn't the first time this has happened." He said and she curled her fingers in the man's dark sweater.

"Please." She pleaded.

"You can give her to me, I'll take her home, make sure she takes her medication."

"He's lying." She whispered, "He's going to kill me."

"How about this?" The man asked, "I'll take her to a hospital and get her checked over. If what you say is true, give me your contact information and I'll get in touch."

"I'm not going to let you take my girlfriend, man, just hand her over."

"No, no, I don't think so." The man said, pulling up the hem of his sweater slightly, revealing the badge and gun clipped to his belt. "She terrified of you, and I don't care what you say, I'm not giving her to you. Now, you can give me your information, and I'll contact you after I've taken her to the hospital to get looked over and what you say checks out. But only if it checks out, understood?" His jaw tightened, and his hands curled into fists at his sides.

"Fine. Whatever. Crazy bitch is your problem." He said and turned, storming away. She gave a sigh that turned into a sob, and her rescuer turned to face her, holding her arms gently.

"Are you all right? Do you want to tell me what that was about?"

"I'm not...I'm not crazy. I'm not on any medication, I swear. He's used that line a lot. You're the first one who's ever pushed back before and didn't just take his word for it." She said.

"It didn't feel right." He said, "My name is Walter. Can I have yours?"

"Clara."

"Do you have anywhere to go? Somewhere I can take you?"

"N-no." She said, shaking her head. "He made sure of it."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I really shouldn't bother you with it."

"Clara, I'm a detective. It's kind of my job." Walter said with a small, kind smile. "There's a diner down the street. Why don't I get you something to eat, maybe some coffee?"

"O-okay." She said with a nod, and he nodded in return, letting her loop her arm with his as they made their way down the street. He could feel how she still trembled slightly from fear and adrenaline and knew she would most likely crash hard later.

Sliding into the booth of the diner, he let her know she could order anything she wanted, and she gave him a small, appreciative smile.

"Why do I get the feeling it's been a while since you've eaten." Walter said, and she looked away from him. "The man that was after you, was he keeping you somewhere? Against your will?" A pause before she nodded.

"I keep escaping. He lies to get me back using the line he gave you, and then he moves us somewhere else." She said, and he sighed, "I said you're the first one to push back, and I mean other cops too. They always believe him over me, especially after he tells them I'm crazy."

"Do you have people looking for you?" Walter asked, and there was another pause, but she shook her head. "Did he make sure you didn't have anyone looking for you."

"He didn't kill them if that's what you're asking. They just...don't care that he took me." Clara said and he sighed.

"Fuck, I really wish I hadn't let him just walk away." Walter said, running a hand over his beard. "Clara, did he rape you?" She started shaking again, tears gathering in her eyes, and he reached across the table, holding her hands.

"He--"

"You don't have to say it. Your reaction is answer enough." He said, and her fingers curled around his tightly. "Is there any evidence?"

"No, he was always careful." She said and he nodded.

"What's his name?"

"Daniel Marks." She said, and he nodded, logging it away in his mind.

"You told me your name was Clara. Clara what?"

"Tunney."

"How did you meet him?"

"He's the son of a family friend. Our parents, they... they kept trying to set us up. They wouldn't accept that I just wasn't interested in him like that." Clara said, "So when he took me, I guess they just figured I went with him willingly. The first time I escaped, I went home, but they just laughed at me, called me stupid, and gave me back to him. He moved us the next day."

"Fuck." Walter sighed. "How long?"

"Two years." She said, and he sighed again, "He's not going to stop trying to get me back. You're the first one that ever called him out, but I have no doubt he'll do anything to get me back."

"Don't worry about me, Clara, I can look after myself." Walter said, "Can't put you in a shelter. He'll just find you." He mused aloud, "Protective custody, maybe, while we track him down."

"It's okay if you want to pass me off, I'm not your problem." She said, and he looked at her. "I'm sorry for bothering you, sorry for...everything. I'm just gonna..." She stood to leave, but he stood as well.

"Clara, I'm not going to let you leave my sight, okay?" Walter said, "Not until we find him and make sure he's never coming after you again."

"You don't have to--"

"I don't have to, but I am." Walter said, and she nodded, the both of them sitting down again. "After you eat, I'll bring you to the station, take your statement, anything you can tell us about him and where he was keeping you. Then we'll go from there, okay?"

"Okay." She said with a small nod. "Thank you." Reaching across the table, he took her hands again in his own, his thumb moving over her knuckles.

"You're safe now."

"I wish I believed that."

#henry cavill #walter marshall #my writing #fated

[marsharmonicorchestra]

is it just me or is “fated mates” often used as an excuse to skip over actual romantic development?

Like the second I see it in a fantasy/romance book I immediately want to put it down because all the development a couple could’ve had (ESPECIALLY enemies to lovers) gets thrown out the window with the excuse of “oh they’re fated so in the end their development doesn’t matter it’s destiny.”

Like go girl give us nothing 🥰

#NO HATE TO THE TROPE but just in my experience I find romance gets so lazy once it’s employed #I’m sure there are books that do it well I’m just yet to read one lol #Tbh I’ve read one or two that were okay but overall I’m not a huge fan #fated mates #fated #bonds #writing #writing tropes #tropes #enemies to lovers #fantasy #romance #romantasy