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illyrian-dreamer · 1 year

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Changing Shadows (Part 20)

Azriel x Reader

Summary: You and Azriel set off on a mission in the Illyrian camps. But what happens when your past gets the better of you?

Lot’s of fluff and angst in this mission/fighting based chapter, I think the reader and Az work so well as a team! Hope you enjoy 💕

Image by koike9023

Warnings: Violence, PTSD, swearing, blood

Word count: 1,588

Part 20:

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Cold air wrapped around you as you gripped firmly to an icy branch.

You were waiting for Azriel’s signal from the tall trees that backed the Illyrian war camps. Scanning the paths below you, you saw a few males walking about, fires dimming as they made their way to and from their tents.

You kept a close eye on the lieutenant’s office, an old brick building at the centre of the camp. That was where the records were, and where Azriel was currently getting rid of security one by one, his stealth making him untraceable.

One signal was all you needed, and you would winnow inside the building to infiltrate the records room. And not a moment later, you saw dark shadows seep from the hollow windows, beckoning you.

That was it. You stood on the branch, taking a deep breath before willing yourself inside.

You felt Azriel’s strong hands on your shoulders before the rest of the room fell into place. He held you firmly, facing you down a long corridor.

“Two from the east, and I’ve got two from the west.” he whispered in your ear. A shiver ran down your spine at his instruction.

Nodding, you braced yourself for a fight. Sure enough, two Illyrian males reached the corridor, spotting you and withdrawing their blades. You ran at them, not giving them a chance to gain on you.

You spun gracefully around their attacks, using your night magic to throw their weapons against the wall. Their eyes went wide when they realised your strength, but they didn’t give up.

A fist came careening towards your face, but years of training to counter Illyrian style fighting meant you knew it was coming. You held out a strong arm in defence, kicking out the males legs and using the palm of your hand to push his nose from the bottom up with all your strength.

You heard a crack as the male cried out, his face pouring with blood. You had definitely broken his nose. He fell to the ground, unconscious.

Your eye caught Azriel fighting the other two males near the entrance to the records room. You couldn’t help but admire him. He was a smart fighter, always more collected than his opponents.

The other male reached from behind you, pulling two strong arms around your body and squeezing tight. You gritted your teeth, calling your night magic to enter his body. The male roared in pain, but did not let go. Stubborn bastard.

The male continued to thrash, his grip tightening before he did the unspeakable and bit into your wing. He sunk his teeth into the bone and membrane as hard as he could, and you screamed in pain. It was the most savage move an Illyrian could make to another.

Something in you snapped. Anger so dark, so deep that it wasn’t red that you saw, it was black. Magic pierced from you, releasing his grip as you spun around, the male now whimpering on his knees.

“H-High Fae b-bitch,” he stuttered, jerking in pain.

Your face was one of pure disgust as your ears rang, unable to see or hear anything but the pathetic male in front of you. You would end him now, end any male you dared harm your wings again. This was for the young girl in you, who couldn’t save herself at the time.

You felt magic and anger boil inside you, black night filling your eyes as you raised your palm at the Illyrian on the floor. Your skin crawled with heat as magic encompassed you, unable to feel anything but the pure hatred for the male and his kind.

Magic banked at your palm, building into a dark sphere. But before you could let go, a cool voice cut through the roaring in your head.

“Y/N,” Azriel said calmly from behind you. You blinked, your arm still raised at the male as you snapped your head to him, eyes still black.

“You don’t have to do this.” Azriel looked at you, eyes pleading. You saw the two males he had fought unconscious on the floor behind him.

You blinked again, as if trying to find some light in the darkness that swirled in your head. Your mission was not to kill, Rhys’s orders had been clear. You could feel the violet returning to your eyes as you took a shaky breath.

“That’s it,” Azriel encouraged, a hand now gently placed on your back.

The magic in you simmered as you lowered your arm.

The male on the floor panted, pain easing as your magic levelled. “I’d rather you killed me, you soul-sucking bi-,”

You did not need to raise your arm to shoot a burst of night magic at him, rendering him unconscious alongside his counterparts. You knew it wouldn’t kill him, but would take many days of rest to recover from.

You turned back to Azriel, collecting yourself with another quick breath. His face was relieved.

You tried to speak, but nothing came out.

Azriel grabbed your shoulders again, levelling a calm look at you. “Let’s get those records.”

The rest of the mission went smoothly, thank the Cauldron.

You located the records quickly as Azriel kept watch. Once you had the book, you both winnowed to an agreed location – a less frequented clearing in the outskirts of the camps. From there you would fly, unable to winnow all the way back to Velaris.

As you landed in the clearing, a set of four guards broke through the tents, charging at you.

Azriel smirked, elbowing you as he nodded to the group of males. “You seem like you could blow off some steam.”

You grinned at the challenge. The open air of the clearing meant you could fly, it would be easy work. “Yes please,” you practically growled.

Az held his smirk as he asked “You sure I can’t help?”

“They’re mine,” you joked, playfully shoving him aside.

Azriel laughed as he flexed his wings. “I’ll be watching,” he said, before winnowing to a silent place to enjoy the show.

You spun to a great height before tackling one of the males to the ground. You launched yourself in the air again, the other three males leaping to the skies to catch you in a race they could not win. Az watched as each of them dropped from the sky, one by one, before winnowing to meet you in the air.

You soared silently together for a few minutes, panting from your victory against the Illyrians and allowing mind catching up on the adrenaline. But you knew you needed to address what had happened to you in that corridor.

“Azriel, I-“

“Don’t.” He cut you short, knowing exactly what you were going to say. “Don’t apologise. You were amazing.”

You blinked. “What?” you asked, shock written on your face.

“You would have killed that male in seconds, and anything else in a twenty-foot radius for that matter.”

You gulped. That’s what you were afraid of.

“It was incredibly impressive,” he chuckled, flying closer and reaching for your hand.

You reached back, fingers lacing together. Azriel looked at you in admiration.

“You’ve become so strong Y/N. I am always impressed by your work, but tonight you reminded me why Velaris is in the safest of hands.”

You blinked at him, shocked at his words. You had always tried to show Azriel that you were not a waste of his efforts, tried to show him his years of personal coaching and training and support had been worth it.

Your eyes brimmed with the tears, the wind drying them faster than they could spill. “It’s all thanks to you,” you said softly.

Azriel shook his head. “Not a chance, Y/N. That was all you. You are so strong, it makes me fear for my own safety.”

You laughed loudly. What a ridiculous thought, that a Shadowsinger could fear your power.

“I’m being truthful,” Azriel said, smiling back at you. You let go of his hand, giving him a playful shove. He went to shove you back, which you skilfully dogged.

Soaring ahead, you did a playful loop around Azriel as he chuckled.

You glowed at his words, at the strength he saw in you. You had waited years to hear something like that, and you hadn't even known it.

Azriel’s smile was broad, as if he himself glowed at your happiness, at how far you had come.

He reached for your hands again, wings flapping as he spun you both around and around, your laugh filling the night sky.

“I have never heard or seen anything more beautiful,” he said softly, shaking his head in disbelief as he looked deep into your eyes.

Your heart fluttered, blushing at his words. Oh, this male. You could die right here.

“You, Azriel, are the most truehearted male I know,” you said, thumbs rubbing his hands as he held yours. You could have sworn he blushed.

But it had to end, you had to get the book to Rhys. And your heart hurt at the thought of you losing this connection the moment you walked through those doors. So you closed your eyes, willing yourself to forever remember the moment in the skies with Azriel, the moment he made you feel so complete.

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Part 21 >>>

AN: I hope you liked the character development for our reader in this chapter!! Plenty more angst to come tbh, so hold on tight :) <3 Comment to join the tag list!

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palin-tropos · 11 months

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also i’m now feral and obsessed with the idea of Kim walking on water to carry an unconscious Harry back to the Kineema from the island, removing him from the narrative and protecting him from the suffering to come when he rejoins the RCM, and letting him stay in Martinaise forever. based glitch Kim creating a doomed timeline that severs the lines of fate

#does that not connect to the short fic I just wrote about ulixes and ghost nilsen wanting to do the same sorta thing 2 their respective bfs #kim is harry’s guardian angel (as stated by EDC)#this was not a patched glitch they were clipping his wings. limiting his power #we already know he can walk on water it’s his signature glitch besides spinning in place (autism)

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mollymarymarie · 1 year

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Bird Set Free

Chapter One - Clipped Wings

Just as Remus started to rise to his toes to see if he could tell what was going on, Sirius Black stepped through the hoard, with his ever-present, gold-medal-podium smile. Stunned, Remus could do nothing but stare back at him, swallowing nervously as Sirius met his gaze. When Sirius’ silver eyes narrowed slightly in Remus’ direction, it almost seemed like he was searching for something, waiting for something.

Finally, with that curious expression still in place, in his softened voice that carried his definable Russian accent, he smiled, despite the heavy side-eye he was giving to the crowd that was becoming more unruly with Sirius’ continued disregard, and said, “Ignore them. Ready for that photo?”

Read Chapter One on Ao3

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kmomof4 · 4 months

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Self-Promo Sunday: Clipping an Angel’s Wings

And now it’s time for Regina and Robin’s story!!! A Swan Family Christmas will post two weeks from today, so to get everyone ready for it, I’m featuring the original four fics in the series for SPS! If you haven’t read it before, I really hope you do because I’m SO STINKIN PROUD OF THIS ONE!!!! It was TREMENDOUSLY fun to write and everyone who’s read it already really enjoyed their dynamic and the mystery, as well as the appearance of the other family members.

Summary: Hollywood star Regina Mills is being stalked. When she finally admits she needs help, her agent, Will Scarlet contacts his old friend Robin Locksley to find the stalker and keep Regina safe in the meantime. Sparks immediately fly between Regina and Robin, but falling in love was the last thing either of them planned or wanted.

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#self promo sunday #clipping an angels wings #oq fic #krystal writes #a family affair

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charkyzombicorn · 9 months

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They made garp cut his wings off?!?!

Yep :)

Everyone's got bird wings, bat wings were considered strange so considered evil, they didn't tell him to cut off his wings they just said he wouldn't join the army with bat wings. So Garp removed the issue

#one piece #wing au #Blah blah clipping his wings symbolism--#There's a lot of symbolism in wing fics

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manchasama · 2 years

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And for the cutting of feathers, that’s called clipping their wings! It’s seen a bit dangerous to leave their feathers unclipped as it lets them fly around. But at the same time it’s not bad to leave them unclipped. I actually keep my birds feathers unclipped to avoid biting. It doesn’t work.

It’s just a simple cut the tip of the primary feathers off. There are different lengths to cut off, like the people who do it can cut it down so they can’t glide or still let them glide.

Still seems a little cruel to do to birds, though I understand the necessity/tendency if you are keeping them as pets. But that is the "projecting human thoughts on animals" part of me. Like, it's not cruel as in they are suffering, it's just the idea of "taking away the skies" mentality, as if the bird has that concept. *handwave* Meh, I know what I mean.

And yet another part of me just feels so weird cutting something that is part of a creature, even if it doesn't hurt them. *flaps hands* I have too much...empathy? Whichever it is where you imaging what it feels like and feel it way too much. Which is why I personally wouldn't own a bird, if that was part of the required care. That and they like to cuddle the neck and I am SO TICKLISH!! Had a friend's bird try to cuddle me and I nearly squashed it. It was so cute tho :<

I have absolutely derailed myself lol.

#personal opinions ahead #bird anatomy #i suppose?#clipping #it's interesting tho #i remember one fic i was reading mentioned like #the character's brother kept clilpping their wings #and i couldn't tell if it was due to their magical/time repeating nature #or if it was something just done as a winged creature #when a creature is magic #AND caught in a time loop #you have to be suspect lol

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illyrian-dreamer · 1 year

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Changing Shadows (Part 19)

Azriel x Reader

Summary: After a passionate night with Azriel, you both struggle to hide it from the others. And when Rhys sends the two of you on a mission alone, you know it will be impossible to keep your hands to yourself.

AN: Going into more detail about the night our reader had her wings clipped. Angst and fluff with all 3 bat boys, then some more smut with our Shadowsinger 🌶️I hope you like it! 😍18+ (Minors DNI).

Image by koike9023

Warnings: Sex, swearing, violence, PTSD 18+ (Minors DNI)

Word count: 2,010

Part 19:

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The next morning, you awoke alone in your bed, craving the touch of Azriel’s hands on your body. It was if a fire was lit in your heart, and there was not stamping it out.

And after last night when he had asked you to stay by his side a little while longer, you thought Azriel might feel the same way.

But guilt dawned on you as it always did. You had to put your court first, put the lives of your brother and the rest of your family first.

If anyone found out the Spymaster and Head Guard to the Night Court were romantically involved, they could use it against you in an instant. You did not need anymore targets on your back, especially still recovering from war. You could not risk the lives of those you loved just to play games with Azriel. This wasn’t a mateship, after all.

You rose early, hoping to avoid the crowd at breakfast.

Azriel had the same idea.

You jumped, almost steering into him in the dining room as you were lost in thought.

"Shit!” you swore, spilling the hot coffee you carried onto yourself.

“Sorry! I was just-,” Azriel started, raising from his seat to leave.

“Don’t be. I’m sorry,” you interjected. An awkward silence hung between you.

Cassian entered the room, already munching on some oats. Thank the Mother.

“Morning you two,” he drawled, mouth half full. He sensed the tension, and paused to take a dramatic sniff. “Good morning indeed.”

You cursed in your mind, as you saw Azriel’s cheeks flood with colour. You realised yours had done the same.

“It’s none of my business,” Cassian said neutrally, pulling up a seat at the table. “But Rhys and Feyre are visiting the house before midday. A scent glamour would do you well.” He winked at both of you.

You could have killed him, but his advice was sound.

“Consider it done,” Az said quietly as he left the room.

You sighed. So much for a quiet breakfast.

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Rhys had called an informal meeting to check in with rest of the circle, provided updated movements for the team as there were new missions ahead.

He ordered Cassian to take over night patrol before turning to you and the Shadowsinger.

“Y/N and Azriel,” Rhys said. You gulped, wings twitching. Even Azriel’s shadows stilled.

Oh gods, he knew.

“I need the two of you to work as a team to retrieve hidden documents from the Illyrian camps,” he explained.

Phew.

“I know they’re hiding records from us,” Rhys continued. “I need the Spymaster to retrieve it without being traced, and Prythian’s fastest flyer to get it out of there should anything go wrong.”

You both nodded. You worried Rhys could sense the tension, but he carried on with his meeting as per normal. You did catch Mor’s eyes on you briefly, and noted a smug look on Cassian’s face that he tried to hide.

You were to leave that night.

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You arrived late at your Mother’s cottage close to the Illyrian camps. The plan was for Azriel to infiltrate security, his stealth making their disappearance untraceable. He would then signal for you to winnow into the records room, while he would guard the room from the outside. If one of you had the records, the other could act as a diversion should you get caught.

You hated this place. The cottage itself held sentimental value for the boys, but it only reminded you of a harsh childhood and made you ache at the loss of your Mother. On top top of that, being so close to the camps reminded of the night you were captured and dragged back there to have your wings clipped.

That horrible, hideous night, when you were merely a teenager. A group of Illyrian males had tracked you down, unhappy with new laws Rhys had implemented to improve female living conditions across the camps. They sought revenge through misogynistic violence, knowing it would hurt him more than anything else.

Just like in your dream, they had pinned you down, sneering and threatening as they danced the blade in front of your face. Entertained by your pain, they had promised to clip your wings slowly.

It was a blessing in disguise, because only half the incisions were made before Azriel kicked through the door, immediately snapping the neck of the male who held the knife. The others were killed before Rhys and Cassian arrived in a panic, just few minutes later.

Your recovery was grim, and you didn’t remember much except for a lot of sleep at the infirmary, and excruciating pain from the damage to the nerve endings in your wings. Nights were restless as flashbacks haunted your dreams.

Rhys did not leave your side, blaming himself for the whole thing. He worked to block the pain in your mind and whispered comforts to you, holding your hand while you cried.

Cassian and Azriel also spent a lot of time at your bed, the latter’s shadows soothed you through fights of infection, his presence the only thing that truly calmed you.

It was also Az who pulled you out of the darkness as you struggled with the aftershock of the event. Once Madja confirmed there was some hope in saving your wings, he got to work on your rehabilitation, teaching you new methods of self defence while allowing your wings to heal. It helped you to keep working for the court, to keep travelling and seeing the world. Somehow he knew what you needed, knew how to get you standing on your own two feet again.

It was for that reason you hated to depend on him so much. You wanted to show him — after all this time — his hard work had paid off and that you were strong again.

Your wings had taken many years to heal fully, with a lot of work with Madja and training with Az and Cas. When you were well enough, you tried to comfort Rhys who continued to feel guilty, explaining that it wasn’t his fault. He had been so protective of you ever since. You sensed Azriel also had some guilt for not finding you sooner. It was a miracle he knew how to track you in the first place.

You breathed in deep, sitting at the table while trying to calm your heart at the horrible memory.

Azriel sensed your stress, and moved from lighting the fireplace to brushing a thumb across you face. He was free to express his affection in the absence of the rest of the circle.

“It’s going to be ok,” he said. “A simple in-and-out mission, I’ll be with you the whole time.”

Your heart calmed a little, annoyed at how safe he made you feel.

“Have I ever told you how thankful I am,” you asked.

“Only a million times,” he smiled sadly, knowing what you meant. “And you don’t need to thank me.” He took a seat next to you.

“You saved my life,” you stated plainly.

“I should have gotten there sooner,” he said, looking to the side, his eyebrows furrowing in pain.

You frowned, placing your hand atop of his. “The fact that you found me in the first place was a miracle.”

He didn’t reply, but instead turned his head, looking at you as if there was no excuse.

“Besides,” you piped up, flexing your wings playfully. “I’m all fixed now,” winking at him. It broke you to see him blame himself, you wanted to cheer him up.

He smiled, looking down at first, before raising his eyes, a slight mischief hidden behind them.

He ran a hand across your wing as he gently touched your scars, new ones on top of old ones. “Yes, you are.”

You shivered at the touch. He knew what he was doing, having wings of his own. He knew just how good that would feel. You couldn’t help but whimper.

He stood, towering over you as he placed one hand on the table, and one on the back of your chair, capturing you in his breadth. His own wings began to extend.

“What if I gave you another reason to thank me, sweetheart?” His eyebrows raised in question, his voice silken and lustful, eyes swirling as he looked down at you.

You swallowed. “What do you mean?”

He moved his hand to touch your other wing, your insides throbbing and liquid began to pull below you. “I can take your mind off things for a while… should you so wish.”

You could hardly concentrate, let alone reply.

“I know this place holds some bad memories for you, Y/N,” he said truthfully. “How about we make some good ones instead?” Azriel winked at you, his gaze animalistic as he drank you in.

Mother above.

You blinked up at him through your lashes, before walking by the fireplace, extending yourself on the small lounge.

“And what would that involve, Shadowsinger?”

Azriels eyes darkened at your choice of words as he stalked over to where you lay, and hovered his body over yours, noses almost touching.

“What that would involve, smart-ass,” he smirked down at you, “is this.”

He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on your neck, his tongue swirling at the spot as he started to suck.

“And this,” he repeated, leaving your neck to pry your top open, running his tongue along your bust.

“And this,” he said one final time, voice huskier than before as he pressed his lips pressed against yours, his tongue demanding entrance to your mouth. You reached your arms around his neck, fingers lacing and pulling at the roots of his dark hair as you let him in.

Azriel let out a deep moan, and you felt him harden against his leathers. It was all too familiar now, and you took comfort in knowing and understanding his body.

You slipped a gentle hand into his leathers, rubbing his shaft within his pants. He groaned at your touch, kissing you harder as one hand grabbed your jaw passionately.

He started to move against your hand, humping his shaft while you continued to rub. Your thumb found his head, circling around it as he bucked with sensitivity.

“Wicked, wicked thing,” he purred, pulling your leathers open roughly.

There was not much time to spare before you would have to leave the cottage for your mission, both of you working quickly to pull his shaft in deep within you, sharing moans as he sunk into place.

Azriel began slow and sensual movements, allowing you to adjust to his size and he pushed into you again and again.

You moaned freely, you touched him all over while you admired his beautiful face as it contorted in lust.

“Oh gods, baby girl,” Azriel breathed as he increased his pace. “I will never get sick of taking you.”

You twitched around him, your mind feral at his words. If only he knew you felt the exact same way.

You leaned up on your elbows, moving your hips faster to meet his thrusts as you pulled him into your breasts, encouraging him to latch on. You threw your head back in pleasure as he found your nipples, tongue flicking over them.

Azriel pushed you further into the lounge, reaching a new depth that made your eyes roll.

“Oh Az,” you moaned breathlessly. “You’re so deep.”

“Yes sweetheart,” he replied, panting while he rocked against you. “Look at how well you take me.”

Mother above.

It did not take long your you to reach your end in this new position, your sex tightening and contracting as you built to a release.

Knowing you were close, Azriel placed a gentle hand on your sex as he started to rub, hitting your sensitive spot again and again.

Your mind exploded and you hips rutted in place, your sex milking Azriel as he growled his delightful sounds, finishing in your depths.

The fire cracked as Azriel lay on top of you, his head resting on your breasts as you clung to each other, nestled like two pieces to a puzzle.

How in Cauldron’s name were you going to pull off the mission in this state?

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Part 20 >>>

AN: ANOTHER smut!! I hope you guys liked the background to the reader’s past. There’s more mission-based and family-based storyline coming up in the next parts. As always, I would love your feedback on what you think about the story so far :) And comment to join the tag list <3

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lovedeathalice · 2 years

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Still tho… Imagining my scumbag parents having the hall to visit after selling me because they want something from Eren. Except where’s Eren? I just explain cheerfully that he’s working and continue to chat them up for about 30 minutes. Then he comes out of the kitchen looking so pretty in a lovely Victorian maid outfit, carrying a tray of tea and sandwiches. He keeps his head down at all times, and his hideous potty mouth has been replaced by a perfectly submissive vocabulary, like I’ve taught him 🤤

HUH????? PLEASEEEE LMFAOOOO THIS SHIT IS TOO FUNNY😭😭😭 IM PICTURING IT & IT MAKES ME SO UNCOMY😭😭😭

Man i really don't know abt this one!!! Bc CW Eren would NEVER😭 it's just not anything that would happen in this au, like at all 😭 Plus if you've read Suffocate, the dynamic between u & Eren makes it very clear that you're far from a light-hearted situation like this. And that you have no power whatsoever over him, like at all😭

But hey if it makes u happy then by all means I'm all for the sub Eren fantasies ig?

In my fics tho, this is how all my Erens are:

Zero subbiness, unfortunately!

But power to u & all the sub maid Eren lovers as well🙏🏼

Btw all the tags are in general & not directed towards u, just me speakin my thoughts lmao

#Plsssss bruh i rlly.... this is a strong word but HATE sub Eren😭#whenever i see 'dom!reader' & 'sub!eren' tagged fics i literally scroll away so fast like ewww😭#rlly not my preference but ik there's tonsss of sub eren fics out there #would quite literally die before i write ANY sort of domming or pegging on my end😭#gina's inbox ☆#Also if you read suffocate it would show reader & Eren's dynamic and the severe power imbalance between u two #and how much power eren has over u #so yeah that fic alone shows the negative 1000000% chance of any of this ever happening💀 sorry abt that #clipped wings #cw eren #clipped wings eren

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beyondkailani · 1 year

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i miss 'clipped wings' every day :') i hope it gets reuploaded someday but even if it doesnt, pls know it was amazing!

Thank you Anon! I'm so glad you enjoyed it. It's very humbling to realise people still remember it 💙

#kailani asks #one piece fic #clipped wings

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proudfreakmetarusonniku · 2 years

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yeah definitely continuing clipped winged cardinal. everything in it is probably going to be contradicted by kings tide at this point but i don’t care clipped winged cardinal hunter luz and collector have infested me and I can’t stop thinking about them

#clipped winged cardinal au #for those wondering it’s my fic where I make my favourites suffer horribly #sorry hunter sorry luz

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