#please save me like they saved cassian from this hell

[azriels-shadowsinger]

“All you do is push me away. I'm done. Whatever this is, it's done.”

Azriel x Reader

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a/n: responding to this request. sorry this took forever, i started my new job this week! also, thank you for 400 followers!!

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“It will be fine, y/n!” Feyre reassures, rubbing a gentle hand down your back. You bite your lip anxiously.

“I don't know, Fey. It's already awkward enough trying to introduce my boyfriend to the high lord and lady, the general, and scariest of all, Amren.” You chuckle. “But seriously, I’m even more worried about Azriel. He’s been so weird and distant since we ended our... situationship?” You sigh heavily. “Whatever it was, he got all weird when it ended. I’m worried he’s gonna make tonight weird.” You whine.

“Rhys already talked to him. Azriel promised to be welcoming.” Feyre reassures

“I’ll believe it when I see it.” You grumble. Truthfully, you knew very little about your new boyfriend, Wesley, and you had no idea how he would behave around your friends, but when Cassian caught you on a second date and blabbed about your new boyfriend to everyone, you had no choice but to introduce him to the group. Hopefully, Feyre was right that everything would be fine.

———

Everyone at the table was visibly uncomfortable, thanks to Azriel. He had spent the first half of dinner in a very tense silence, ignoring everyone’s attempts to interact with him. He only responded with mocking laughs under his breath at every other thing Wesley said. Rhys had tried to speak to Azriel in his mind, Feyre told you, but his walls were up and he refused to drop them.

You thought it couldn’t possibly get any worse, but once the final course came out, Azriel switched from chilling silence to obnoxiously challenging everything you or Wesley said. You were going to kill him.

“So what do you do for fun, Wesley?” Feyre asks, attempting to alleviate tension.

“Uh, I like studying history.” He answers quietly. Azriel chokes down a laugh, and you internally groan at the most boring answer he could’ve chosen.

“Hm, that's weird y/n. I thought your usual type was...” Azriel eyes Wesley with distaste “much different.” You scowl at Azriel.

“I don’t have a type, Azriel.” You say defensively. “And if I did, it would be Wesley.”

“Sure it would.” He says smugly. “I seem to recall you have a preference for tougher guys, specifically Illyrians-“

“That is enough, Az.” Rhys commands, cutting Azriel off and using his high lord voice. Everyone sits quietly, not sure what to say next.

“I think I should leave.” Wesley says uncomfortably, breaking the silence and moving to stand. “Goodnight everyone, it was wonderful to meet you all.” He says with a forced smile before heading towards the door. You hurry after him, heels clicking loudly on the floor.

“Wes, please stay! There’s dessert, and I promise it won't be as awkward. I’ll make him leave.” You beg once you two are out of earshot.

“Don’t bother. You didn’t tell me you used to date him. That would’ve been great information to have going into tonight.”

“We never-“ he cuts you off.

“Save it. I have no interest in competing with the fucking spymaster. You are not worth the effort.” You visibly flinch at the harsh words and tears begin to form in your eyes, as he turns away. “I’ll see you around.” He mutters and leaves.

———

When you return to the dining room, Azriel is sitting there with a victorious smirk on his face, eating his dessert. One look at the rage in your eyes, and everyone else had the bright idea to leave you two alone.

“Are you happy now?” You holler.

“Kinda, yeah.” He says smugly. You let out a frustrated groan.

“You spiteful, ignorant, selfish male!” He laughs slightly at your outburst.

“What’s wrong sweetheart? Could Wesley not take a little joke?” He grins.

“He broke up with me because of your gods damn immaturity!”

“Good. You can do better, he doesn’t deserve you.” Azriel replies nonchalantly.

“What the hell is your problem? Is this because I ended things between us?” That causes him to freeze, dropping any amusement from his face.

“No.”

“It is, isnt it? Well guess who’s fault that was! You don’t date, you told me so yourself. And any time I tried to get closer to you, you put up walls and shut me out.“ you let out an exasperated sigh. “Even now, all you do is push me away. So you know what Azriel? I'm done. Whatever this is, it's done.”

“There’s nothing to end, we aren’t dating. We aren't even fucking anymore.” He spits coldly, but you see the hurt lacing his features, matching your own.

“Yeah, I got that. Loud and clear.” You murmur. “Stay the hell away from me from now on.” You growl before exiting the room, leaving Azriel alone.

———

You had not so much as looked at him in three weeks, and it was driving Azriel crazy. He had assumed that with your now ex-boyfriend out of the way, you would eventually turn to him to resume your previous friends-with-benefits situation. He couldn’t help but miss your company.

Azriel, Cassian, and Rhys sat around the table at Rita’s drinking whiskey. As soon as Azriel began complaining about you again, Cassian rolled his eyes, finished his glass of whiskey, and stood up.

“I’m tired of hearing about this every damn day. I’m getting another drink.” He grumbles.

Azriel wasn’t sure why he was bothered so damn much that you were avoiding him. Sure, he had plenty of females offering him pleasure every time he went out in Velaris, there were two eyeing him from across the bar right now, but he didn’t want them.

“Honestly, what I miss most about her isn’t even the sex.” Azriel admits, slurring his words slightly as the alcohol takes effect in his system. Rhysand’s ears perk up at this admission. Previously, Azriel had only ever admitted to missing the consistent sex or complained that you were overreacting, but this was new. Rhys wondered if Azriel even realized what he was saying.

“What do you mean, brother?” Rhys probes.

“I miss the nights we spent talking. And how somehow she managed to know exactly what I needed, without me having to say it.” Azriel downs the rest of his drink. “I just want things to go back to the way they were. Like when she would fall asleep next to me and I would actually be able to quiet my mind enough for once to fall asleep too. Or when she smiled and I felt all warm inside. I don’t even know why I shut her out when she asked about becoming more. Maybe because it scares me.” Azriel prattles on, talking to himself more than Rhys.

“You love her, you idiot.” Rhys states, which immediately pulls Azriel’s focus.

“That’s not… don’t do that Rhys. Don’t put shit into my head.” Azriel says defensively. Cassian returns with another round of whiskey for everyone.

“What did Rhys do?” Cassian asks casually as he passes a glass to each of his brothers.

“I informed Az that he’s in love with y/n.” Rhys smirks and sips his whiskey.

“I’m not-“ Cassian cuts Azriel off.

“You totally are!” Cassian laughs. Azriel huffs out a breath and downs his whiskey in one big swallow. There was no use arguing with his brothers once their minds were made up.

“I gotta go.” Azriel mumbles and storms out the door. Rhys and Cass just exchange knowing glances.

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You hear someone banging on your door late that evening. You want to say you’re surprised to see Azriel when you open the door, but no one else would bother you this time of night. You just look at him expectantly, waiting to hear what he has to say.

“I was wrong before. I should've never pushed you away when you said you wanted more. I was just scared of how I felt and scared of getting hurt by you. I’m sorry for being a dick and I’m sorry for ruining that dinner with your ex-boyfriend, I just couldn’t stand to see you with someone else. Please, give me another shot.” Azriel has such a hopeful look in his eyes, waiting for your answer.

“I told you I was done.” You say, trying your hardest to stay calm and collected.

“But I-“ he takes a deep breath. “But I love you. Please, give me a chance to make things right.” You pause, mind reeling at the admission. As much as you want to admit the same thing, you can’t afford to get hurt by him again, so you do your best to calm your racing heart and force the words out.

“It’s too late, Azriel. I’m sorry.” You shut the door quickly before you can give in, immediately letting your tears fall once it's closed.

———

More weeks passed, and you eventually decided that you had to stop wallowing in self-pity and try to move on again. Wesley might have not been the one for you, but surely someone out there is.

You had decided to go out to Rita’s with Mor and eventually found a decently nice male to talk to. You two chatted for a while, and as the end of the night drew closer, you decided to shoot your shot.

“So, I don’t really do this, but do you wanna come home with me?” You ask the male nervously.” The lights of the bar turn on, indicating that it’s closing time.

“Yeah I-“ he pauses, looking you over. His eyes go wide and he backs away. “No. I can’t go home with you. I should’ve never talked to you.” He hurries off quickly, almost seeming frightened.

You turn towards Mor with a confused look, trying to ignore the hurt you feel from the harsh rejection. Did you really look that different with the lights on, you wonder.

The next day, you were in your room telling Feyre about the night before, trying to understand what went wrong.

“I don’t get it, Fey. We were having such a nice conversation. I was sure that he would agree to come home with me. But as soon as the lights came on and he saw me, he ran off. I didn’t think I looked that bad in the light.” You complain, flopping back onto your bed. Feyre choked on her drink for a moment, seeming startled.

“He didn’t…” she mutters to herself, shaking her head.

“What?” You sit up, confused. Feyre gets a far-off expression, likely speaking to Rhys in her mind about something. “What is it Feyre?” You ask curiously. She groans.

“The other day I overheard Az and Rhys talking, and Azriel made a joke about how he could just threaten all the males in Velaris that they can’t go anywhere near you. I assumed he was kidding, but I just asked Rhys about it, and apparently he wasn’t.” Feyre explains awkwardly.

“Are you kidding me?” You yell as you shoot up off the bed and storm out your door, muttering some apology to Feyre about having to leave.

———

You put a city-wide ban on dating me?” You scream angrily as you storm into Azriel’s room, not bothering to knock.

“Yeah, I did.” Azriel smirks at you.

“What the fuck Azriel? You don't have some claim over me! Call it off.” You shout.

“No.” His firm, unyielding voice gives you goosebumps.

“Stop it with the territorial male bullshit. It won’t change anything, so call it off!” You try to keep up the anger in your voice, but as Azriel stalks closer, you lose your boldness.

“I’m not calling it off.” His voice is dangerously low.

“Why not?” You mutter. Azriel leans closer.

“Because eventually you will realize that you still want to be with me, and when you do I don’t want anyone getting in the way of that.” He whispers, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, causing you to shiver slightly.

“I told you before. I’m done.” You try to sound confident, but it doesn’t come out quite right.

“Sure you are. Whenever you decide you wanna change that answer, I’ll be here.” He says with a wink. As you leave you feel conflicted. This may be the most territorial male bullshit you have ever witnessed, but you can’t help but smile slightly, realizing that Azriel basically just publicly announced his feelings toward you.

———

You lasted two days without returning to visit Azriel. You had told yourself it was to yell at him some more, but deep down you knew it wasn’t. Azriel opens his door after hearing you knock and looks genuinely surprised to see you.

“You win. You managed to scare off any decent male in Velaris. So congrats, I’m all yours.” You concede reluctantly.

“It was never about winning, sweetheart.” He shuts the door behind you, caging you between him and the door. You look up at him earnestly.

“Then what was it about?” You ask.

“It’s about getting a second chance to prove to you that I was an idiot. It’s about the fact that I will spend every single day for the rest of my existence trying to prove to you that I love you, and praying to the Mother that you decide to let me show you.” He whispers, leaning closer. You look up at him, seeing that hopeful look in his eyes again.

“Just one more chance?” Your voice comes out so soft he almost doesn’t hear you.

“One more chance, I promise that’s all I’ll need. I don’t plan on ever doing anything to mess it up again.” He answers sincerely.

“Okay then.” He doesn’t get a moment to process that you agreed before you pull his face towards yours, closing the gap between your lips. He immediately pulls your body into his and runs his hands through your hair.

“Thank the gods.” He murmurs into the kiss. You pull away for a moment.

“By the way, I love you too, Az.”

yes that last little bit about the dating ban was inspired by the deal by elle kennedy, but i just thought that was so funny and i believe without a doubt that Az could threaten all of Velaris to stay away from you

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[acourtofwhatthefuck]

Number eight with Azriel please!

Hi, love! Here you go. A mishmash of angst, fluff and smut. Hope you enjoy!

Number eight: “I want my mate to tell me where the hell he was. Then he can get his comfort.”

Warnings: Depictions of toxic family relationships. Smut. 🌶️

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“Are you alright?”

A warm hand landed on your arm, the pleasant scent of Mor’s perfume hitting you. The hint of vanilla was a source of comfort, a feeling of home.

Over your shoulder, you offered her a smile that didn’t meet your eyes. Nodded. She saw right through it.

Nobody understood better than she did — what it was like to return to the poison of the Court of Nightmares, where your estranged family lived. It had taken you years to get out of their vitriolic clutches, and the unexpected mating bond between you and the High Lord’s spymaster had been a saving grace; a reason to leave, a place to go. Life had been so colourful and vibrant since he’d taken you to live in Velaris with him; you’d never looked back. 

Until tonight. 

It had been entirely your choice. You knew nobody would have judged you if you’d chosen to stay behind. But a couple of months earlier, you’d grown sick of feeling useless and idle. You’d asked — begged — Rhysand to give you some sort of official role in his court; something for you to do. He’d been more than happy for you to play courtier, to perhaps even strengthen relations between the Night Court and the Court of Nightmares that had become strained over the years. Yes, you’d insisted, you could do it, and take away that sort of pressure from Mor, too. You’d sooner face your family than she have to face hers.

And perhaps you’d been a tad naive about how easily that might come to you. You’d had confidence in yourself, right up until you’d come face-to-face with your father, your brothers. They’d sneered at you at Azriel’s side and sneered at the Night Court attire you were decked head-to-toe in and sneered at your confidence. And sneered and sneered and sneered.

And suddenly you’d found yourself to be that cowering, tongue-tied victim again. You felt like an utter farce, parading around in such clothes and pretending to be confident. You weren’t sure you’d ever really gotten away from them, or ever really would. 

And when your brother had feigned leaning in to kiss your cheek, and had uttered words that had sliced you all over, you’d known — you had failed. 

“Whore.” He’d growled, his lip curling at the form-fitting, revealing dress you’d once felt comfortable in. “Mother would be ashamed of you, whore.”

You didn’t know if anybody else around you had heard. But the way your mate had tensed was indication enough that he was on high alert and ready to strike out if necessary. He remained that way for the entire evening.

You turned to face Mor, now, all of you having returned to the Town House. You didn’t bother to force a convincing tone as you answered, “I’m alright.”

“Let’s open some wine.” Her arm linked through yours, and she tried to pull you towards the doors to the kitchen. You planted your feet.

“Where is Az?”

The beautiful blonde pursed her lips, glancing over at Rhys and Cassian, who had also heard your question. You stared between the three of them, awaiting an answer. Your mate was nowhere to be found; had disappeared after setting you down on the doorstep.

“Where’s Azriel?” You repeated.

“He’s probably gone flying — to let off some steam.” Cassian said, not sounding at all convinced by his own words.

You heaved a sigh. What you needed, right now, was your mate with you. To hold you through the echoes of what had been an awful night. His absence was just another horrible layer. 

“Come.” Mor tried to pull on your arm again.

“I’m really tired.” You slunk back. “I think I’m just going to head to bed.”

Her gaze swept over you for a moment, before she nodded, leaning in to kiss your cheek. “Sleep well, then.”

It was as you passed Rhys and Cassian that you stopped, utter exhaustion weighing you down.

“When he gets back,” you said, “tell him to just come to bed. Please.”

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Hours passed. You didn’t sleep. Couldn’t. And still Azriel did not return. 

You’d settled yourself at the glass doors that opened out onto the balcony, noting that you were as cold there as you had been in your empty bed, without a hard, warm body and wings to warm you. You tugged on that golden, glimmering cord of your bond, waiting for some response. But…nothing. Anxiety bloomed in you like nothing you’d ever felt. 

It shaped a little into anger when you finally glimpsed a passing black form and, moments later, heard the front door opening and shutting downstairs. Relief was a weak flame snuffed out by irritation. Perhaps a little bit of hurt. 

You caught the deep tenor of the three male voices below, deliberately lowered to make their words indiscernible. Perhaps it was that which snapped your tether and had you pushing to your feet. If he wasn’t going to come up and speak to you right away, give you some sort of explanation as to why he’d taken off and blocked you out, you would go to him and demand the answer.

You shucked a robe on, practically ripping your bedroom door off its hinges. There was a pause in the murmurs below, and you knew Rhys, Cassian and Azriel had all heard you leave your room and were awaiting your appearance. You hoped your footsteps padding loudly down the stairs were warning enough that you weren’t happy. 

As you appeared in the doorway to the sitting room, all three males looked up. Azriel’s eyes swept over you — your nightgown and robe — and he looked just about ready to jump up and shield you from sight. You held a hand up, cutting that thought off before it could properly form.

“Don’t even start with the territorial male bullshit.” You said coldly. “No one’s staring at my tits.”

Both Cassian and Rhys cleared their throats, very deliberately making sure that their gazes were anywhere but on you. Azriel’s jaw ticked as you turned to him.

“Where have you been?” You demanded.

He said nothing, his eyes boring into yours. You raised an eyebrow in expectation, but it was Cassian who spoke up.

“…it’s been a long, tense night for everyone.” He reasoned. “Visiting the Court of Nightmares is never a pleasant experience. What you both need right now is each other’s comfort. Surely you just want to forget about tonight and—”

“I want my mate to tell me where the hell he was.” You snapped, not tearing your eyes from Azriel. “Then he can get his comfort.”

Cassian slunk back in seat, raising his eyebrows as he lifted his glass to his lips, drained it, and then reached for the bottle. You folded your arms over your chest, waiting.

Finally, Azriel shrugged. “I went back to the Hewn City to have a catch-up with my wonderful brother-in-law.”

You clenched your jaw. “Why.”

“Because he’s a cunt.”

You almost flinched at the utter venom in his tone. He was always soft-spoken, always guarded, precise and measured in the words he used. It wasn’t like him to just…let his anger speak for him.

“I didn’t ask you to do that.” You stared at him. “Why would you—”

“Nobody talks to — or about — my mate like that.” He seethed. “Nobody.”

So he’d heard exactly what your brother had said. And he’d bided his time — before striking. 

And of course, a part of you, somewhere beneath the anger, adored him even more for it. But it would just make things worse in the long run. It would make it harder for you to return to the Hewn City and represent the Night Court without your family seeing it as their personal mission to terrorise you whenever they could. You’d left to get away from that. To grow.

“So…what?” You shrugged. “You killed him?”

Azriel stared at you, his eyes molten. “I could have done, you know. The Mother knows, I wanted to. But that kill is yours, should you ever want it. I just took the time to remind him that his death could come a lot sooner if he chooses to disrespect you like that.”

“You had no right, Azriel—”

“He called you a—”

“I know precisely what he called me. What he said.” You spat. “I grew up around it. I’m used to it. But you’ve gone and made it worse.”

Az’s jaw clenched. “How.”

“Do you know what they think?” A lump formed in your throat that you swallowed down hard. “They think me weak and foolish. They think you seduced me away from them. They think that I was brought to the Night Court merely to service you, and Cassian and Rhys.” 

You took a shuddering breath, your eyes pricking with tears. “And those thoughts? I couldn’t care less about them. They’re pathetic, and they mean nothing to me. But I do care that they think I’m weak. I care that they think me too much of a pathetic, cowering female to speak up for myself, because I’m not.”

Azriel’s eyes softened. “I know you’re not.”

“But by dealing with my brother on my behalf, you’ve only confirmed that for them. It’ll only make it ten times worse the next time I visit.”

You could see understanding dawning in his eyes. And a rational part of you knew that he’d acted on the carnal impulse of a male protecting his mate — that he hadn’t stopped to think about any of this. That he loved you.

But you…you couldn’t give over to that rationality right now. Not when you were still so angry, still so shaken by what had happened. You didn’t blame Azriel for wanting to protect you; to act without speaking to you first, however, made you feel as weak as your family thought you to be. 

You wiped your tears away, shaking your head. “I’m going to bed.” 

“I’ll come with you—”

“No.” You turned. “Stay and enjoy your drink.”

The words hit their mark, and you saw the scathing hurt in his eyes as he slumped back. You’d probably regret it later. 

But in that moment, you were too tired to care.

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Despite your exhaustion, sleep didn’t find you properly. You drifted in and out fitfully, every little noise seeming to jolt you awake. Every single time, you found yourself glancing over to the empty space beside you.

You weren’t sure how long you lay there for, but your anger steadily morphed into loneliness, and trying to sleep without Az curled around you left you feeling as empty and cold as arguing with him had. You hated fighting with him.

And you knew he’d meant well. That he’d just been defending you because he loved you. Already, you were wishing you hadn’t been so hard on him. 

You jerked awake again as you heard the door slowly creak open. You watched through heavy eyes as Azriel filed in, making a conscious effort to be as quiet as possible — before noticing you were awake.

He studied you for just a moment, and then dragged his feet to the end of the bed. He slumped down onto his front, his long body stretching from the foot of the bed, right up to where you lay. You watched, allowing him to slot himself between your legs. He rested his head on your belly.

“I’m sorry.” He murmured, pressing a kiss against it. He gazed up at you through thick, dark lashes. “Really sorry.”

You breathed a soft sigh, your hand reaching out to brush strands of hair from his face. “I’m sorry, too.”

“What could you possibly have to be sorry for?”

You shrugged. Your fingers toyed absentmindedly with his hair as you said, “I shouldn’t have been so hard on you. I know you were only defending me.”

“I was blinded by my own rage at your brother, though. I should have thought more about how you felt. You must never, ever think yourself weak. You’re the furthest thing from it.”

A soft smile played on your lips. Az’s chin dug into your lower belly as he peered up at you, his fingers brushing indolent circles on your outer thighs. Your own eyes were hooded as you stared back at him — your mate. You loved him so ferociously. 

He hadn’t even thought twice about defending you, even against a baseless insult. 

“I really am sorry.” He pressed another kiss to the soft skin of your belly, the muscles there contracting at the sensation. “It’s such an honour for me to defend you that I sometimes forget you don’t need me to.” 

“Don’t get me wrong, Az.” You watched him — watched his nose graze the silk of your nightgown. “I love it when you stand up for me. And had that been anyone else, I would have left you to it. But with them, it’s just…complicated. I suppose I still feel like I have something to prove.”

“You don’t. But it’s going to take time for you to realise that.” His tongue poked out, licking the fabric of the indentation where your belly button was. “You know, don’t you? That what your brother said was ridiculous. The only people your mother would feel disappointed in are them.”

Your breath hitched at the sensation of his tongue moving through the fabric. You tried to stay your thoughts, to remain on subject. “I…I know.”

“You’re incredible.” He shifted down, pulling your nightgown up as he did. “Beautiful.” He pressed a kiss to your now-exposed navel. “Strong.”

The cold air of the room brushed over your bare sex, and you jerked as Az nuzzled his face against your fine dusting of hair just above. He grazed his lips there, breathing in your scent. 

“Why don’t you come to bed?” You breathed, brushing his hair back. “It’s late. You must be tired.”

“Mm.” He hummed. “After I’ve apologised.”

You had no objections as he finally dipped his head, levelling his face with the very centre of you. His eyes flicked up momentarily to meet yours, and then he dove in.

Your head fell back, a low moan escaping you as his tongue swiped out and licked a stripe right up you, from your entrance, up, up to your clit. He kissed the area first, his lips a sensuous scrape against the sensitive nub of nerves. Your hips lifted off the bed, and he slid his hand up, pressing them back down. 

“I love you.” He breathed the words onto the damp heat of you — a place he had worshipped time and time before, and would continue to do so as the world and its stories changed around you.

“I love you too.” You breathed, and another moan broke from your throat as his tongue swirled around your clit. “Gods, Az.”

You felt him smile against you, and you utterly melted into the bed as he began his expert worship of your body, always knowing which areas drew which sensations from you, which touches had you moaning the loudest.

His tongue built up its pace, working at your clit as he slipped a hand down, gathering up your wetness on his fingers. He slipped one into you, pumping a few times, curling it inside you, and you gasped.

“Another?” He murmured against you, teeth grazing just slightly.

A small whimper left you. “Yes. Yes.”

And so he slipped a second finger in, and you were happy to give over to every sensation in your body as he began to pump in and out, his fingers moving in tandem with his tongue. Tension coiled low in your stomach, a dull, pleasant ache that was building and building until your legs were trembling. 

“Az.” You groaned, hips lifting again. “Fuck, I’m gonna…”

“Take it.” He lapped at you, lapped and lapped as if he might never get another taste. “Take everything you need. Cum for me.”

Only a few more thrusts of his fingers, a few more strokes of his tongue, and you were tumbling off that precipice into place of weightless elation, stars bursting in your eyes, your ears ringing, your body shaking. Az continued to lick and stroke you through it all, murmuring encouraging, soothing words.

And when the force of your climax subsided, and you were utterly spent, he pulled his fingers out of you. Sucked your wetness from them. And then climbed up the bed to lay beside you.

He was very clearly hard as a rock, the outline of his straining cock visible. You made to reach for him, but he gently took your hand.

“No.” He said softly. “This was about you. We have tomorrow. And the day after that.” He leaned down, kissing your head. “And all the ones after that. But now it’s time for sleep.”

You didn’t protest as he lay properly beside you, tugging you against him and pulling the blankets around you. His fingers laced through yours, both your hands resting on your stomach. 

“I’m so proud of you.” He whispered into the darkness, kissing the nape of your neck. “So fucking proud.”

You smiled, relaxing into him. Closed your eyes.

You were just drifting off as you heard him murmur, beneath his breath: 

“My mate. My entire world.”

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[hellcat8908]

Stay With Me Cassian x Female Reader

Warnings: Injury, Blood, Angst, Hurt/comfort

It was never supposed to be like this. You were supposed to have centuries together and raise a family. With all your injuries, your heart breaking at the thought of leaving him alone hurts the worst. There were so many things you wanted to tell him if only he were here. You saw your life playing before your eyes. The little moments you cherished, meals with his family where he was so much more than a general, the endless nights spent cooking together or dancing at Rita's, and the promises of all the things you were going to do together. The memories making your heart ache worsen.

You felt your vision start to blur from the blood loss. Suddenly, Cassian appeared in front of you, his voice sounding distant. "Y/n, stay with me, baby. Hold on just a little bit longer. Madja's on her way to help." He says as tears pool in his eyes. He firmly presses on the gash in your abdomen, causing you to scream in pain. "I know it hurts, baby, but you've already lost so much blood," he says softly. He notices the life fading from your eyes, "Come on, baby. I need you to stay with me!" He says. "Where the hell are they?! They should've been here by now!" He curses.

You weakly lift your shaky hand to the side of his face, "I love you, promise me you'll find happiness after me." You say as you cough up blood, the metallic taste coating your mouth. "Don't talk like that. This isn't goodbye. Madja will be here, and we'll get you patched up." He says as tears run down his cheeks. Your eyes drift close, and your body falls limp. "No! No! No....come on baby, stay with me just a little bit longer. Please! Don't leave me!" He sobs before feeling Rhys pulling him away from you so Madja can try to save you.

She manages to stabilize you enough to get you home where she spends hours trying to heal you. Cassian paces the living room as Rhys and Azriel wait on the couch. Cassian's hair is a mess from running his fingers through it. "Why is it taking so long?!" Cassian groans. "Y/n is in rough shape. It's going to take as long as it does. You pacing and being angry isn't going to help." Rhys says. "Easy for you to say! It's not Feyre laying there dying in your arms!" Cassian snaps. Rhys is in front of him in split second and throwing a punch, "Don't you ever-" "Enough! Both of you!" Azriel shouts, cutting off Rhys. "Fighting isn't going to help anything!" Cassian goes back to pacing while Rhys grabs a drink from the kitchen.

Moments later, Madja comes out from your room. Wiping blood off her hands as Cassian rushes over to her. "I've done everything I can. The rest is up to her." She tells him. "Send for me right away if her condition worsens. I've given her a strong sedative to give her body a chance to rest." Cassian, thanks her before quickly making his way to your room. You look so pale and fragile laying in the oversized bed. Cassian pulls up a chair beside the bed and gets comfortable before gently holding your hand in his. "I know you've been through a lot, and you're tired, but you have to keep fighting a little bit longer. Please, baby, I need you to come back to us. I don't think I can do this on my own anymore." He says while his thumb strokes the back of your hand.

He doesn't leave your side over the next few days. He makes sure you're taken care of, replacing the gauze over your stitches when needed, rubbing a salve over your superficial injuries, gently washing you the best he can without pulling on your injuries He talks to you constantly, telling you how well you're doing and how proud he is of you, all the things he wants to do once you're healed. He reads one of your books to you to pass the time. The others stop in to check on you both from time to time. They make sure Cassian eats and takes care of himself as well, offering to sit with you while he takes quick showers.

The room is dark as you slowly open your eyes. You look around and realize you're home in your room. As you're looking around, your eyes land on Cassian sleeping in a chair next to the bed. You try to talk, but your mouth is dry. You manage to grab a glass of water off the nightstand and take a drink. Once you've emptied the glass, you sit it back down. "You're going to have a stiff back and sore wings if you keep sleeping in the chair." You say causing Cassian to wake up. As soon as his eyes meet yours, they fill with tears. The bond becomes overwhelmed with emotions from both of you.

He stands up and leans down, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss. You return the kiss with more passion before pulling away. Tears flood both your eyes as you weakly tug on him to get in bed. "Baby, I don't want to hurt you." He says softly as he resists. "You're not going to hurt me. Please, love. I need you to hold me." You practically beg. He genly and carefully climbs in bed on the other side of you. You wince as you move to cuddle him. "Easy, baby." He says as he gently wraps his arms around you. "I'm not as fragile as I look." You say teasingly. "You nearly died." He says, his voice full of sadness. "I know, but I didn't, you say as you gently lift his chin so his eyes meet yours, "I'm still here, Cass."

He holds you tighter, being careful of your stitches, "I know, baby. I just couldn't handle the thought of losing you." He says quietly. "You're the love of my life," you say as you settle into his arms. "And you're mine," he says before you settle into a comfortable silence. Both of you relishing the feel of the other against one another. Soon, you feel Cassian's breathing level out as he falls asleep. You lay there gently caressing him with your fingertips as he softly snores, a sound you'll never take for granted again. You lay there and get lost in his presence as you think of all the memories you want to make with him once you're healed.

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[acourtofmarvels]

Comfort - Cassian Pt.2

Part 1

Warnings: none. cuteness overload :D

*35 years later*

"Cassian can you please take your feet off the table? We eat there." I smacked his leg and took a seat beside him to eat lunch.

He groaned and obeyed, putting his feet on the ground. "Gimme a bite." He pointed to the sandwich I had just made. I haven't even taken a bite of it yet.

"You just ate like, 3 minutes ago." I took a bite of my sandwich, glaring at him. I swear he is always hungry.

"Yours looks better than mine," he whined like a child.

I looked over at Azriel who was sitting across from us. He'd already finished his lunch and was reading a book at the table.

"Azriel did you not give the dog a treat after lunch?" Azriel lifted his eyes from his book, humor in them.

"That was rude," Cassian replied.

"Let the girl eat her lunch in peace," Azriel defended me, going back to his book.

I stuck my tongue out at Cassian and then took another bite of my sandwich. He was glaring at me but I could see the mischief behind his glare. I'm in trouble.

"Ask the house to-" I stopped my sentence. The air grew cold and eerie. Still, everything went so very still.

Azriel and Cassian felt it too, sitting up straight in their chairs. Something was different. We could all feel it.

There was a thud from the balcony. As if something jumped onto it, or someone landed on it.

Azriel and Cassian stood up simultaneously, grabbing their weapons. Their siphons glowing as they listened around.

Who the hell just landed at the House of Wind? No one can get up here unless they have wings. The Illyrians wouldn't dare to step foot up here. It can't be Mor, she's suppose to be in the Hewn City all day.

Azriel's shadows swirled around him, informing him of whatever just entered our house. My heart plummeted as I saw the color drain from Azriel's face.

"What's wrong? Who's here?" I shot to my feet. I was almost tempted to grab one of the daggers at Cassian's hip. If Azriel was scared then-

"I was expecting some open arms, not swords and daggers."

I don't think I ever turned around so quickly in my life.

Rhysand. Rhys. My brother. He's home. He's here, he's alive.

My knees buckled and I would have fallen to the ground if Cassian had not caught me.

My hand covered my mouth, silencing the sob that escaped me, tears poured out my eyes.

I beat Cassian and Azriel to him first, wrapping my arms around his neck so tightly. I held on for life, afraid this was a dream and the second I let go he would be gone. But I could feel him, smell him. He's here, home.

His arms stay wrapped around me as I placed my hands on his face, looking him over.

"Are you hurt?" I didn't dare ask if he was okay. How could he ever be okay from what ever torture she put him through?

"I'm alright," he replied. No signs of injury or bruises. But he was so very pale. Years away from sunlight would do that to you.

"I can't believe you are here." I wiped the tears from his cheeks, he did the same to me.

I wrapped my arms around him once more, kissing the top of his head a few times.

I didn't want to let him go but I know Azriel and Cassian would want their time with him.

The second I stepped from his embrace Cassian replaced me, literally picking Rhys off the floor and spinning him around.

"If you do not put me down I cannot promise that I will not puke on you," Rhys's laugh sent warmth through my body. I never thought I'd hear that again.

It didn't feel real. The days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months and the fact that Rhys was here still felt like a dream.

Amarantha was dead. Feyre saved us all, Rhys's mate. Rhys's mate... He has a mate. Who's marrying someone else. He showed us her. Showed us all she did. His face lit up telling us the story about her killing the wyrm.

It's been 3 months and I am savoring every last bit of it.

***

"You're different, sister." Rhys stared at me from across the room. He sat at his desk as I lounged in the chair in his bedroom. We did this often. This was where we always had our deep talks or hashed things out if we were upset. He would do work at his desk and I would occupy my time in the chair by reading or writing. 

"I'm happy. You're finally home." I looked up from the hat I was knitting, another thing I picked up in the 50 years he was gone. 

The smile faded off his face as he looked down at his hands. "Mor told me..."

"Whatever she told you, is in the past. Everything is good, now you're home. I'm good, I promise." Though I looked away from him I could feel the guilt in him from across the room. "Enough with the sadness, please."

"Fine, you don't want to talk about it. I'll respect that. Is there anything you do want to talk about?" His voice was hinting. There's no way he knows. We haven't.... well not since he got back. That was my decision. 

"Like what?" I didn't dare look up at him.

"Hey, you guys down for Rita's tonight?" Gods his timing was the worse. Of course Cassian had to come in and interrupt now.

Rhys and I made eye contact. He had a stupid smirk on his face. He knew... How did he know?

"Cass, please join us. We were actually just about to have a chat." Rhys pointed to his bed for Cassian to take a seat. 

Cassian went to take a seat, completely oblivious to the situation. "No, leave." He froze in his spot, looking at Rhys and me confused.

"Cassian, take a seat. As your High Lord, I order you." I could smack that stupid smug smile off his face.

"You can't do that." I snapped, crossing my arms over my chest. Pulling this High Lord card... I should smack him up side the head.

"Can and just did, sit."

Cassian took and seat and glanced between at Rhysand and I, who were having a stare off. 

"Cassian..." Rhys began, now looking at him. Cassian was trying to play it cool but I noticed the sweat beginning to form on his forehead. My heart was racing a hundred miles an hour, no doubt my brother could hear it too. "Are you sleeping with my sister?"

"Oh my gods, really Rhys?" I shot up from my seat. I felt the lie on my tongue, "Cassian and I are not-"

"We're together, yes. We have been for a while now. We take care of each other, watch out for one another. You can be mad at me, beat the shit out of me but I don't give a fuck." Cassian stood back up, no longer looking at Rhys but now me. "400 years I have loved her. 35 years I have been utterly, hopelessly in love with her."

Silence all around. I was shocked he admitted that right away. I mean we were caught, it was gonna be hard to lie to him. Cassian was standing up for us and here I was gawking like a complete idiot.

"Cassian and I are mates," I admitted to my brother nervously, but proudly. "I am madly in love with him. We wish to be mated and married but only with your permission."

That smirk had faded from my brothers face the minute Cassian spoke. His face was blank of emotion and he was silent for a while.

"This is not what I was expecting." He spoke. He crossed his arms over his chest. He looked mad but he was silent again for a while. "Fine. You have my blessing. But I'm still kicking your ass for hitting on my sister." He stood up a punched Cassian in the shoulder and then came and wrapped his arms around me which automatically relaxed me.

He placed his hands on either sides of my face, forcing me to stare into his eyes. The eyes we shared from our father. 

Are you sure? He spoke to me in my mind. My shields were down for him the second he wrapped his arms around me.

I nodded and replied to only him, I've never experienced this type of happiness before.

His face softened as a single tear rolled down my face, and he wiped it away. He was always the one to wipe away my tears. He placed a kiss on my forehead and pulled away.

"Just don't show it around me," he shivered and I rolled my eyes.

"Rhys I'd like to request some time off work," Cassian said with a smirk, looking me up and down.

"I hate this already. Get out of my face." He waved us off.

Cassian held his hand out to me which I gladly took as we ran out of Rhys's room. The second we were out of earshot, to spare Rhys, Cassian's hands and lips were all over me.

"I'm never waiting that long ever again. It was pure torture not to kiss you, to hold you, to touch you," Cassian growled in my ear. 

"I know, I'm sorry." I brought his lips back to mine. "Never again."

"Are we doing this?" He whispered, out of breath.

"Meet me at the cabin in an hour." I stepped out of reach from him, a big smile on my face.

"An hour?" He groaned. 

"One hour and then... you'll have me for eternity." I stepped forward and kissed his lips once more, in a slow and achingly long kiss. "I love you. One hour." Then I winnowed away. 

A/N cute little ending :) hope you guys liked it!

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[lorcandidlucienwill]

Rhys's death scene but if Rhys lost his powers. Rhys was dead. There was only silence in my head as I began to scream. The emptiness in my chest and soul at the lack of the mating bond echoed throughout my body as I shook the lifeless one before me, screaming at him to wake up, wake up- He remained cold and lifeless, and Mor was there, Azriel too, who was being supported by Cassian. He had used all his power to remake the Cauldron. He had saved the world-all of Prythian- at the cost of his life. Thunder boomed from the sky, as if the world itself was mourning the loss of a great power, a High Lord. This was so much worse than the world ending; the prospect of having to live without him. Unthinkable. Insupportable. My chest constricted so much that I could not even breathe. Someone's hands were on my throat, but I didn't even feel them. I turned to the gathered High Lords and snarled, "Bring him back." They stared at me blankly. I screamed, "BRING HIM BACK!" Still nothing. My breaths returned, heavy and ragged. I got out, "You did it for me. Now do it for him." Helion said carefully, "You were a human. It is not the same." "I don't care. Do it." I prepared my daemati powers, unsure whether I would be able to invade all seven High Lords' minds at once, but prepared to try. Tarquin stepped forward, orb in his hand. "For what he gave," he said quietly. Tears began to fall in earnest down my face as the orb glowed against Rhysand's pale skin. Helion stepped forward next. Kallias. Thesan. Beron simply stood there until Mor abruptly lay her sword against his throat. "I do not mind making one more kill today, she said." He threw her a withering glare, but shoved off the sword and stepped forward. He chucked his orb at Rhys like he was throwing something into a trash can. I tried to will an orb into my hand, but nothing appeared. "Tell me how," I croaked, looking to the other High Lords. Thesan launched into a long boring speech about the core of power that I painstakingly listened to, until finally, an orb of life appeared in my hand. I placed it against Rhys, watching it disappear against his skin. Then, I realized what was missing just as he appeared. Tamlin.

He stood there, summoned by either the death of a fellow High Lord or one of the others around me. He was splattered in mud and gore, his new bandolier of knives mostly empty. He studied Rhys, lifeless before me. Studied all of us—the palms still out. There was no kindness on his face. No mercy. “Please,” was all I said to him. Then Tamlin glanced between us—me and my mate. His face did not change. “Please,” I wept. “I will—I will give you anything—” Something shifted in his eyes at that. But not kindness. No emotion at all. I laid my head on Rhysand’s chest, listening for any kind of heartbeat through that armor. “Anything,” I breathed to no one in particular. “Anything.” Steps scuffed on the rocky ground. I braced myself for another set of hands trying to pull me away, and dug my fingers in harder. The steps remained behind me for long enough that I looked. Tamlin stood there. Staring down at me. Those green eyes swimming with some emotion I couldn’t place. “Be happy, Feyre,” he said quietly. And dropped that final kernel of light onto Rhysand.

I didn't let go of his body, praying that the light worked, waiting and waiting and waiting, recalling every moment we had spent together. I dare not hope, dare not believe that the magic had worked- Then, I felt it: his heartbeat. Then his body began to stir. Then there was a groan, and his violet eyes opened. "Is...this...hell?" he grunted. "Or perhaps heaven, since I'm with all of you." I laughed giddily, pressing my lips to his. "You're alive. You're alive," I breathed against his skin. Cassian let out a broken laugh. "My powers..." Rhys murmured, his fingers flexing against my back. "Shh, don't worry about that right now," I replied, rocking him back and forth. "Feyre...my powers are gone." Oh, magic works in mysterious ways. In the time that Rhysand was dead, his magic had been returned to the earth, and given to someone else. Which meant...he was no longer High Lord. And I was no longer High Lady. The only question was... "Who?" I voiced the question no one else dared to ask. "Who rules Night now?" "Feyre! Feyre! Are you alright?" Elain's voice rung in my head as she rushed forward, my eldest sister in tow.

My jaw dropped. "Why are you staring at me like that?" Nesta demanded, hands on her hips. "What the hell happened here? Why are you all fawning over Rhysand? "Oh my god," Cassian whispered, and he dropped to his knees. Then Tarquin. Tamlin. Helion, with a cocky grin as he did so. Thesan. Kallias. Viviane. Awe was stark on Tamlin's face. Even Beron had a cruel smirk on his face as he willingly, willingly bowed, to the next ruler of the Night Court. "Why is everyone kneeling? What is going on?" Nesta snapped, as Elain herself knelt before her. "Yes, please explain what the fuck is going on," Rhysand groaned, still on the ground. "Sit up, and maybe you'll find out," Beron crooned. The bastard was actually enjoying this. He'd rather anyone but Rhysand rule Night, clearly. With a grunt, Rhysand slowly sat up, and his jaw also slackened. "Oh, no fucking way," he muttered. "By the Cauldron-"

I couldn't speak. I could barely even think. Some strange, ancient magic compelled me to turn away from my newly revived mate, towards the simmering woman in front of me. Kneel. Kneel. Kneel. "I do not accept this," Rhysand said loudly, fury apparent in his voice. "Anyone but that bitch-" "Shut the fuck up," Cassian snarled at him. Rhysand snarled back. I knelt before her. Nesta Archeron stood there, an aura of silver around her, her hair floating above her head in a corona, and there was no noise in the clearing besides Rhysand's constant cussing. She had always been a queen, a Fae incarnate, even back in that cottage. Was this truly a shock to anyone but my mate? Beron, that cruel smirk still on his face, announced, "Cauldron-gifted, Cauldron-Made, Kingslayer. All hail Nesta Archeron, High Lady of the Night Court." Nesta still looked confused. She looked down at herself and seemed to realize her body was glowing. High Lady, she mouthed the words to herself. Then, she looked straight at Rhysand, who still looked outraged. And she smiled like a viper.

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[honeybeefae]

6, 13, 38. Just the stupidest and funniest situation you can think of with literally anyone 😂

Prompts:

6: "You look stupid as hell right now."

13: "Oh God yes, right there- oh my God, just like that, please don't stop." "...Can you stop that? You're making it sound like we're in a porno and now I'm highly uncomfortable."

38: "You're such a dork." "Yeah, no wonder you're so in love with me."

Pairings: Inner Circle, Cassian x Nesta, Feyre x Rhysand, Mor x Emerie

Warnings: Alluding to sexual situations but not actual sex!

(This was chaotic to write but it was so much fun and I can literally picture this exact scenario. I hope you like it! <3)

The fire roared inside the hearth of the cabin as everyone sat around the coffee table. All of the food had been eaten, the wine almost completely gone, but the conversation and good mood were still going strong as Cassian stood for his turn of truth or dare.

"Truth or dare, Cassian?" Mor asked, her arm loosely slung around Emerie.

"You know me too well to ask me that question, Mor." Cassian smirked, cracking his knuckles as he sent a wink to Nesta who rolled her eyes.

"You could surprise everyone once in a while, you know Cass? Keep people on their toes?" Feyre remarked from Rhys's lap, her eyes half-lidded as he played with her hair. "You don't have any juicy secrets you want to share?"

"Secrets, secrets are no fun, Feyre. Secrets, secrets hurt someone." He replied while pretending to take a dagger to the heart, Mor clearing her throat to regain his attention. "Sorry, what was it?"

"I don't think it's fair to make him do a dare while he's this inebriated." Elain said, her mouth twisted sideways.

"It is very fair, Elain." Amren corrected, taking a sip from her almost empty glass. "Let's hear it, Mor."

"I dare you..." She trails off while pursing her lips, looking across her friends before a devious thought enters her mind. "I dare you to renact sex between you and Nesta."

"What? No! I don't want to see that...or hear it." Feyre groans, covering her ears as Rhysand and Azriel laugh. Elain nodded her head, looking like she was ready to bolt while Nesta seemed fed up with the entire thing.

"Yeah no, that's not going to happen. Cassian. Pass it." Nesta ordered, not even bothering to glance at him while he crossed his arms and pouted. "Save your whining. Choose a truth instead."

"Hang on, hang on, I think it's up to the player to choose, right Mor?" Amren pointed out, smirking as Nesta shot her a glare. "What's wrong, Nesta? Afraid we're all going to find out how bad your sex life is?"

"Amren, you better-" Nesta began only to be silenced as Cassian stepped into the middle of the circle and shook out his body. Amren grinned when she saw Nesta's face pale, everyone knowing what was about to come next.

"Cass, no, please, they're just trying-" Nesta tried to pull him back only to sigh when he shook his head dramatically, stumbling back a step as he turned to look at her with a hand over his heart.

"I'm defending our honor." He said bravely, grinning wolfishly as he looked down at Rhys and Feyre. "Cover your ears, High Lady, it's about to get graphic."

Before anyone could though Cassian went head first into the "act". He started thrusting sloppily, his hair falling into his face from how loose his bun was becoming as he threw his head back and started making the most obnoxious, high-pitched moans.

"Oh yes, Cassian! Right there! You are so handsome and strong!" He wailed, not even noticing how red Nesta's face was becoming. "Oh God yes, right there- oh my God, just like that, please don't stop."

"...Can you stop that? You're making it sound like we're in a porno and now I'm highly uncomfortable." Nesta pleaded, burying her face into her hands as Cassian continued on as if she hadn't even spoken. "Cassian, please, I'm begging."

"Please, Cassian, I'm begging!" He repeated with a girly voice, falling on his ass as Nesta swiped her leg behind his knees to finally get him to shut up. Everyone started laughing, Rhys having to physically hold his sides, as Cassian stood back up and bowed not so gracefully.

"Thank you, thank you." He pretended to accept roses, pulling a reluctant Nesta into his lap. "I love you so much."

"You look stupid as hell right now." She snapped though there was no real bite in her tone, her hand cupping his face as he nuzzled his nose against her. "You are such a dork."

"Yeah, no wonder you're so in love with me." He replied smartly, avoiding her light smack as he kissed her softly. "Just know the feeling is returned one hundred percent."

"And just know you'll be sleeping out in the snow tonight, darling." She replied sweetly, patting his cheek as he tried to figure out just how serious she was.

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[acourtofinkandpapyrus]

My Little Shadow: Part Thirteen (Azriel x Reader)

Warnings: Kidnapping, torture, blood and injuries

Tag list: @mis-lil-red @bubybubsters @luvmoo @rorel1a @minakay @foreverrandomwritings

Part twelve Part thirteen

You manage so save Azriel... but what about yourself?

Hewn City was quieter than usual.  Whatever was going on, no one wanted to be part of it.

I didn’t blame them, for once.

I had ended up with Cassian, the two of us flying through rooms, people running away in our wake.

I reached out for one of the wall mounted lamps, tugging down to reveal a hidden door a little further down.

“How likely is he to be in there?”  Cassian growls, and I can’t help but to thank the mother he’s not one of my enemies.

“I don’t know.  My father doesn’t know that I know about these passages, so it’s a good bet he’ll be in one of the ones I mentioned.”

We continued down the hallway until my shadows which I had sent ahead slingshot-ed back, and I knew Azriel was ahead.

“He’s here.  So are five others.”  I whisper, barely audible.

“It’s probably a trap.”  He responds, and I let my shadows wrap around me.

“Does it matter?”

He shoots me a grin.  “Hell no.”

We both slam the door open at the end of the hall, and I make a quick scan for any of those sigils, just to double check.

My eyes caught on Azriel, chained to the floor in the middle of the room. He was bleeding heavily, his face bruised and cut up, his back had burn marks all across it now, and to my horror his beautiful wings had been snapped in multiple places, cut up and mutilated.

Azriel doesn’t even notice us through his haze of pain, using all his energy from falling to the floor.

His attackers do though.

I don’t know if it was me or Cassian who let out the bloody war cry, but I didn’t care, I was so enveloped with rage for what they had done to my beautiful, sweet, Azriel.

What they had done to my mate.

The one with the branding iron found my wrath first, the weapon tumbling from his hand in shock as he screamed.

I sent my shadows forward, and the four other men were gaping at me in horror.  Cass was trying to get Azriel unchained.

He had trained me, and he knew well enough that I could handle these four men myself.

And I was going to enjoy it.

Their screams echoed throughout the room and hallway for over ten minutes, much longer than I needed to kill them.

Once the screaming stopped though, I headed over to Azriel and Cassian.  Azriel had fallen unconscious, and Cassian was hauling him over his shoulder.  “Will he be alright?”  I asked, not bothering to hide the panic in my voice.

He nodded.  “We just need to get him home.”

“Well, I’m sorry to ruin the reunion, but I think I’m going to need you all to stay a bit longer.”  I watched in terror as my father entered the room, wearing a suit of black with red accents.

My eyes flick to his neck, where a thin collar of ebony resides.  It’s not unlike the rings the maids who had cleaned and dressed me that horrible day wore.

My gut twisted in anxiety.  Something about this was wrong, my mind screamed.

I positioned myself in front of Cassian and Azriel.  I knew the general didn’t need protection, but my mate did.

And so, without a second thought, I send my shadows to them, whisking them off in moments.

“You have me here father,”  My shadows quickly returned, telling me that this man wasn’t my father.  I believed them.  “Or, whatever you are.  What is it you want from me?”

The thing grins, and I can see a glimpse of what that thing is that is in my father.  “Not many can see us, you know.  We go undetected for years in most cases, but now… These shadowsingers are more a pain than anything, but we still have a use for you.”

I would laugh, but the sight of Azriel, battered and broken still haunted me.  “Do you really think that I’m just going to go with you willingly?”

He laughs, the sound wicked and pleased.  “You are just as spirited as I thought you would be.”

“Seize her.”

I hadn’t been paying attention to my surroundings, too distracted by thoughts of my mate and avenging him.

I whip around, swinging my sword so that anyone standing there would receive a gash like no other.

But there was no one standing there.

No, there were creatures, horrible, twisted creatures that wore ebony rings that clinked against the marble floor as they scurried over.

I let out a strangled cry as one of them grabbed my ankle with inhuman strength, tugging hard and pulling my feet out from under me.

Using everything in me, I fought back.  But as soon as I cut one, another came and took its place, or maybe it was the same one coming back.  Their hands clawed at every inch of me, the only thing I could see were these hideous beings as I screamed.

It was only a matter of moments before I was disarmed, letting out a cry as one of the creatures pulled me up by the hair to look into the eyes of their master.

Their fingers dug into my sides and limbs, keeping me utterly still as the thing inside my father studied me with cruel excitement.  “I think you’ll be easier to break than the last one.”  He said with cruel excitement in his eyes.

I screamed into the void as the creatures dragged me father down into the depths of Hewn City, down farther than even I thought the tunnels went.

Eventually I was thrown down before some sort of structure, chained to the floor much like I had seen Azriel before.

My stomach twisted as I realized where this was heading.

“I’m never going to give you anything, no matter what you do to me.”  I say, speaking with more confidence than I felt.

He grinned as if he could see right through my attempt at bravery.  “I have a feeling that will change soon.”  He hummed as he picked up a bottle of something.

“That male was your mate, correct?”

I struggled with myself not to snarl at him, at the dismissive way he said it.

He grinned as he turned around with the bottle, grabbing my chained wrist and pouring the cold, oily liquid over my hands.  “Maybe you should have matching scars then.”

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[greatbritishsimchallenge]

Once Isabeau and her family had settled into their rooms, Cassian asked to speak to her alone in the castle's chapel. Isabeau was a little surprised by the location, but agreed.

"So, will you tell me now why you have dragged me and my entire family from our home to yours? Henry said it was urgent but would not provide specifics."

"To be fair, I only dragged you. You're the one who brought the husband and kid," said Cassian, though he shifted his tone to be more serious when he saw Isabeau's warning look. "Sorry. Old habits."

"Thank you. So, what is it then?"

"You follow the faith, don't you?"

"I do."

"I'm not sure I ever did," Cassian confessed. "I went to church and did all the things you're supposed to, but I'm not sure I ever really believed any of it. But... recently... I've started feeling like I'm being punished. And maybe I might be off to a dark, awful place when I die. There's no-one who knows everything that I've done. Different people know different bits. I need someone to know everything and then... tell me if I've got a hope in hell of being saved."

"Cass, if that is what you want then you need a minister of the faith, not your sister," said Isabeau gently.

"No," Cassian replied gravely. "You are the only person who has a chance of understanding. Most people will hear my actions and just think of me as evil. You'll hear them and know there's more to me than that. That I don't mean to hurt people all the time, I just... do."

"You are significantly more complicated than you appear, that I will admit. Alright, if it is me you wish to tell then go ahead. But I do not promise to condone, like or even forgive what you are about to tell me."

Cassian nodded and then began, "You know everything up to when you left for Champ les Sims. Losing you fucked me up more than I realised. I didn't appreciate it at the time, but you were my anchor. You kept me away from the worst of my behaviours and protected me from myself. With you gone, things turned... quickly."

Cassian went on to tell Isabeau about Regina and the attempted assassination; giving up his daughter in exchange for the murder of his wife; travelling to the New World, only to find his lover pregnant and dying; marrying a barkeeper so he could support her financially; thinking he'd fallen in love with the one, only to murder her after discovering her affair.

As she listened, Isabeau's face grew more and more furrowed and grave. Cassian finished by telling her about Lady Catherine.

"She's my punishment, isn't she?" Cassian asked. "Or just my purgatory before the real punishment comes after my death."

Isabeau sat in stunned silence for a while. Cassian watched her, waiting for her reply. She stood and paced the chapel floor.

"Everything you have told me, according to our faith, has you heading for hell. There is no denying it," Isabeau eventually said, her voice weak and faltering. "But I do not think Lady Catherine is your punishment. If anything, she is the closest chance God is giving you to redemption. Take this opportunity and try to be a better person."

Cassian nodded, "Thank you, sis." He reached out to take Isabeau's hand, but she pulled hers away.

"I cannot believe you brought me all the way from Champs Les Sims for that," she said, her voice filled with a pain, sadness and anger that Cassian had never heard before. "You selfish, awful man."

Isabeau stood and walked towards the door.

"Izzy - wait," called Cassian, beginning to cry too. "I needed you. I needed someone who loved me. Please, don't go."

"And so it becomes clear that, despite everything you've said, you have not learned your lesson," replied Isabeau scathingly. "Other people do not exist on this planet to serve you, Cassian."

As Isabeau ran from the room crying, Cassian felt his own sadness overwhelm him. The sobs wracked his body so heavily that he struggled to breathe and he fell to his knees. He reached out a hand to the open doorway, but no-one came. He was alone.

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[ariluvsusm]

latte- azriel

description: short filler fluff, azriel gets back from a mission and just wants to spend time with you, so you go on a cute date (like normal people)

warnings: fluff, female reader, a few sexual implications and jokes

-a/n: i wrote this so fast but i just wanted to publish something 😭 sorry for being inactive!! im busy with school. i’m working on two requests rn and will have them published by this weekend (a spn one and a tog one!!). please give me requests!! i will literally write ANYTHING you request (including smut) but i just need prompts!! i’m having severe writers block.

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you sigh quietly, putting down your fork.

“missing loverboy, y/n?” cassian asks.

you and the inner circle, save for azriel, are having breakfast at the townhouse. rhys insisted upon making you all breakfast, like the mother hen he truly is. it’s really good… you just wish azriel were back from his mission.

“shut up, ass-ian.” you shoot back.

“yeah, shut up assian!” rhys sarcastically echoes in a high voice, an amused smirk on his face.

“you know what, rhys? if you could use your dark scary night powers and make him come home that would be helpful.” you joke.

“i can’t do that but i can make you an exact replica of him out of night that functions and everything.” rhys jokes, stuffing half a pancake in his mouth and then downing chocolate milk. like a child.

you laugh. “okay, what’s the price? my soul? my youth? i’ll take it!”

the entire table breaks out in laughter.

“well, if i were you, i’d ask amren to make me an anti-azriel. she seems like she’d know how to do that,” mor says through laughter.

amren smiles, smiles, evilly at you. you stop laughing and look at her, gaping, slightly terrified.

and she breaks into laughter.

“your face!” she says through bouts of laughter.

the rest of the inner circle just looks at her, mouths slightly open, forks halfway to their destinations, waiting for amren to damn them to hell or something.

“at least someone’s in a good mood,” cassian grumbles.

the conversation topic changes, now discussing books and the library. but you just stay quiet- you miss him so bad. and you can’t help but wonder and pray that he comes home unscathed. you know that’s he’s the best spy in prythian, and a skilled warrior, but you still worry. finally, you hear the front door open, and you bound through the house, flinging yourself into the arms of the golden skinned, hazel eyed man in the doorway. he spins you around.

the rest of the inner circle, except for amren, show up a moment later- laughing at your eagerness. but you don’t let go.

“i missed you so much.” you murmur into his neck, breathing in his scent. he squeezes you.

“and i you.” he mutters.

“gross,” cassian says, scoffing.

“leave them be,” rhys says. “after your… reunion, come find me and we’ll do the paperwork.” he leaves, and you turn your head, now looking at mor, the last remaining one in the doorway. she just winks and leaves.

you were about to ask az why the hell you guys weren’t in the bedroom yet, when he starts.

“y/n… let’s go on a date.” he says. “i just… i just want to be a normal male and female.”

you were about to object, when he gives you a pointed look.

“i can bed you later…” he says quietly against your neck. and that’s all it takes for you to agree.

“i’m gonna go bathe. why don’t you go get ready?”

so you go back up to you and azriel’s room to get ready. although, you’d rather be up against a wall, or pinned to the bed, or hell, even on the floor under azriel.

you put on a casual date outfit- for the night court, at least. loose, high-waisted lilac pants that sway when you walk, and a matching long-sleeved, deep v-neck top that shows off your cleavage and cuts off to reveal your midriff. you put silver jewelry, dab some oil on your lips, and line your eyes with kohl. finally, you’re ready.

azriel had just come out of the bath when you’d slipped on your flats- so you watched him on the bed while he got ready. his muscled, toned back and majestic wings flex as he slips on some undershorts and pants. he turns around to see you ogling at him.

“like what you see?” he jokes.

“why do we have to go on this date?” you groaned. “i can think of a hundred other things i’d rather do with you. in this house. in this room.”

a flash of something crosses his eyes.

“i don’t know, y/n, i just want to be a little more… domestic. i- it’s like i’m a beast all of the time. i just want to go on a coffee date with my female.” he turns around and slips on a shirt.

you hop of the bed, hugging him from behind. it doesn’t exactly work- you are quite a bit shorter than him, and his wings prevent you from wrapping all the way around. stupid gigantic illyrian male.

“i know, az. i understand. now get dressed so we can go!” you say before giving him a half-heated pinch on his side. he relaxes- just a bit.

you walk down the hallway and into the sitting room, where for some reason, the entire inner circle is waiting. they look at you in surprise.

“what are you doing out here?” cass asks.

“this is… my house too?” you reply.

“shouldn’t you be in there with him… doing… stuff?” he prods. again.

“we’re going on a date.” you say over your shoulder, azriel holding your hand.

“oh, build the tension a little, so when you get back you can fu-“

mor cuts him off. “shut up, cassian.” and then she calls after you and azriel, “you two have fun!” he insists on flying you into town, of course. illyrian males need female validation.

you’re in the sky, looking down upon the town, wrapped safely in his arms, when he tells you.

“one of my males lost his mate,” he almost whispers. you look up at him. you know he’s referring to the spies he was commanding on the mission- the ones who are in training.

“oh, azriel, that is just awful.” before you can say more, he continues.

“it broke him completely. he… he didn’t make it out of his tent that night, the night that they told him. that- that bond… i… i just wanted to spend some actual time with you. wholesome bonding time.” he murmurs.

you look up at him as best as you can. a few moments pass before you assure him,

“of course, az. i understand. i’m happy to spend this time with you.”

after a few more seconds, he continues flying.

“okay, but… wholesome bonding time?” you laugh.

“was not clear enough?”

“no, it’s just not very azriel-esque.”

“what other choice did i have?” his laugh a deep rumble, and music to your ears. “was i supposed to bed you first and than say ‘oh, y/n! put your clothes back on, damn it, we’re gonna go get coffee’?”

“i mean….” you jokingly trail off.

before you land, he stills in the air. you look up at him, a question in your eyes, and when he meets your gaze your breath hitches. a new look- a different one than you’ve ever seen. affectionate, awe-filled. it softens his features. a smile lights up your face before you can help it, and he smiles back. a smile that reaches his eyes and shows his teeth. you couldn’t be happier.

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soon, your arms are linked, walking down the streets of velaris, towards the cafe you and the inner circle frequent. the barista, a young brunette female with a kind smile and kinder eyes, looks up from the latte she’s preparing and greets you.

“hey, yana.” you call, walking up to the bar and sitting down.

“you two look cute,” she smiles, “what can i make for you today?”

immediately, azriel answers with your favorite coffee. he orders himself a regular black coffee, also going for a plate of pastries- your favorite. you can’t help it- you feel so loved, so cared for. although it’s a small thing, it somehow fills your heart. when she walks away, you peck him on the cheek.

“so what’s going on with the rest of them?” he asks you.

“you mean the rest of our family? your wonderful brothers and sisters?”

“sister, and amren.”

you slap his arm. “amren has earned the right to be your sister.”

“that doesn’t stop her from scaring the absolute shit out of me.”

“that’s just the true older sister spirit.”

he laughs, looking down at you. yana is making your order now, having already placed azriels black coffee in front of him. everything is perfect in this moment. azriel is happy and home, you’re happy, you’re both unharmed. you kiss him- on the lips this time- and smile up at him.

“what is that for? am i just so lucky?”

“i love you so much. thank you for being so wonderful.”

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-a/n (again lmao): this was so cheesy but 😭😭😭😭 at least im getting better? i just wanted y’all to know i’m alive LMAOOO… and that im going to be publishing good things soon :)

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[theoverlyenthusiasticwriter]

Language Barrier

Fenrys x Azriel masterlist

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With the crutch of Mor's magic, Fenrys can understand Prythian because it sounds to him like his own language. However, as he prepares to take on Amarantha and help save Rhys, he must actually learn the language in case Mor's magic is stripped from him. Lucky for him, he's been slowly teaching himself Prythian through books and music. Azriel is more than a little impressed when the magic is removed and Fenrys is more than a little frustrated.

*****

“We need to talk.”

Cassian looked up from his half-wrapped hands, arching a brow. “What’s up? Where’s Fenrys?”

“He’s asleep.” Azriel came forward, his eyes on the horizon.

“This late? It’s almost seven.” Cassian frowned. “If he’s slacking off—”

“No. It’s not about that.”

“Okay. Then what is it about?”

Azriel braced both hands on the balcony rail. “We need to postpone his departure date.”

“What?”

Fuck. He hated this. He hated saying this while Fenrys was fast asleep in his bedroom, unaware of the decisions being made for him. “At least another month. Maybe longer.” Fenrys was supposed to leave at the end of the week, but he didn’t know that yet. They’d kept the exact date a secret, in case he started getting cold feet.

“Az, he’s ready. Rhys is waiting.” Cassian paused and Azriel felt his gaze piercing between his shoulder blades. “Is this about your feelings for him?”

Azriel turned, mouth open to defend himself, but Cassian held up a hand.

“Despite what you may think, brother, I’m not an idiot. I know you. So please tell me you’re not the one getting cold feet. We’re talking about lives and futures at stake.”

Perceptive as ever. “This has nothing to do with… that. I know Rhys is relying on us, but something came up. Fenrys can’t go for a while now.”

“Why then?”

Azriel didn’t like it one bit, telling Cassian this without Fenrys’ permission, but he didn’t have a whole lot of options and nothing less would convince the General of the Night Court. “He’s not in a good place mentally. There was an incident. I don’t trust him with his own safety right now.”

Cassian blinked. “Oh.” He stepped forward, hands hovering in the air. “Does he—Is he—”

“I’m handling it.” Azriel pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t think he wants you to know. He didn’t want me to know. So, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t treat him any differently.”

“Of course.” Cassian clasped his shoulder. “Just let me know if he needs anything. Either of you.”

Azriel nodded and rubbed his face. “I know. I just… there’s so much shit, you know?”

“I know.”

“I don’t even know what to say half the time. Or if it’s helping at all.”

“It’s helping.” Cassian put his brow against Azriel’s. “The fact that you're trying is more important than you think.”

Azriel let out a breath and found his throat tighter than it had been. “And he’s so bright all the time it’s hard to imagine that he’s… that he’s thinking like me. Hell, it’s like I’m looking at my past self.”

“Then you know better than anyone how to get to him.” Cassian’s hand slid up to cup the back of Azriel’s neck. “You’ve got this.”

Azriel, unreasonably, felt himself laugh a little. “Familiar, no?”

Cassian pulled back and smacked his ass harder than necessary. “Shut up. Go get the little wolf. We can’t have him slacking off now.”

Azriel turned and went back into the House, pointedly ignoring the stinging in his bottom. Fenrys was indeed still asleep, curled around a pillow, in Azriel’s bed. In the day since the incident, the bruise Azriel had left on his wrist had faded almost completely.

Azriel knelt gingerly beside the bed. Really, it wasn’t fair how beautiful Fenrys was when he slept. He was stunning all the time, but sleep applied a certain boyish vulnerability to his features that was not there when he was awake.

Azriel longed to brush his golden hair back, to trace the bow of his lips, so he curled his hands in fists on his thighs to keep himself in check. Cassian was smarter than he looked.

“Wake up,” Azriel whispered.

Fenrys’ eyes came open, but if he was startled to find Azriel there, he didn’t show it. He blinked sleepily, then rolled over and pulled the blanket up to his ears.

“Fenrys.” Azriel decided, very swiftly, he was done being nice. He yanked the blanket off, then caught the pillow Fenrys chucked at his head. “Up. I let you sleep in, but Cassian’s waiting.”

“Fuck off,” Fenrys growled, voice rough.

“There’s coffee and breakfast in the kitchen. If you’re not out in ten minutes, I’ll drag you by your ankles.”

“Empty threats,” Fenrys muttered, throwing an arm over his eyes.

So Azriel gripped one ankle, then the other, and dragged him out of the bed.

Fenrys thrashed, kicking out of his grip. He was on his feet before Azriel could grab him again and cursed him soundly as he shouldered past.

Azriel couldn’t help the fond smile that threatened his mouth. He waited in the kitchen until Fenrys joined him, now dressed.  Sliding a plate across the counter, he said, “Eat quickly. Cassian’s upset I let you sleep in.”

Fenrys slumped in his stool. He frowned at the spread of fruits and meat. “Waffles?”

“No waffles today. We’re gonna work you hard—don’t want you puking everywhere.” Cassian strode into the room.

Fenrys’ frown deepened. He stared at his plate.

Azriel caught Cassian’s eye and shook his head. Poor taste.

“Eat, Fen. We’ll be outside.” Azriel jerked his chin back to the door.

They went over drills while they waited. Thankfully, it wasn’t long before Fenrys dragged himself outside, hair still a mess atop his head. He was sluggish as he practiced with Cassian, until Cassian pointed it out and got a nasty right hook to the jaw.

“Good,” Cassian said as he stepped back, “but ow. You’re gonna pay for that.”

This was a new side of Fenrys Azriel was just discovering: this reckless, almost feral behavior. The snapping at a moment’s notice. He had a temper, a dangerous one at that. It reminded Azriel, a bit uncomfortably, of Fenrys’ wolf form. Fenrys had one foot in the animal kingdom, but in a very different way from Azriel.

After their morning training, they went to the library. Fenrys took his usual seat at one of the desks on the lower levels while Cassian hovered near the railings, looking anxiously over the side.

Azriel contemplated pushing him over but thought better of it. He gave a passing priestess a small smile.

She ducked her head and walked faster.

“Do you think it’s still down there?” Cassian asked, trying very hard to hide the tremble in his voice.

“What’s still down there?” Fenrys lifted his head from his notes. He went to the rail beside Cassian and leaned precariously over it.

Cassian’s wings flared as Azriel took a step forward. Fenrys politely pretended not to notice.

Azriel strode to the desk while Cassian explained the monster that lived on the very bottom levels, supposedly. Azriel nosily peered at Fenrys’ notes that he was constantly writing. A book, The First of the High Lords, sat open three quarters of the way through. Beside it, was a notebook.

Azriel picked it up. He thumbed through the worn pages. Fenrys’ handwriting was so loopy and tight it was almost impossible to decipher. Most of it, Azriel assumed, was in Fenrys’ own language, but he caught the words 'carriage’ and ‘centric’ and a few others. The page itself was crammed to the brim, as were all the others. Azriel noted that he’d have to get Fenrys a new notebook.

“You’re such a snoop, you know that?” Fenrys frowned at him and clutched the notebook to his chest.

“It’s literally my job.”

“He also likes the drama,” Cassian piped up.

Azriel rolled his eyes.

Fenrys sat back at the desk, sliding The First of the High Lords towards him. “Fuck off and let me read.”

Azriel held up his hands as he backed away. He joined Cassian at the rails. “He’s teaching himself our language,” he said quietly.

Cassian’s brows lifted. “Really? Isn’t that a good thing?”

“It is. It’s also very hard to do.”

“Az… Are you saying you’re impressed?”

“I am. I’m even willing to bet he can function without Mor’s magic pretty decently. Phonetics might be an issue, but he’s been paying attention to the music lately too.”

Cassian nodded slowly. “That’s really good, actually. We don’t know if Amarantha will notice the magic, so he should be able to function without it. I think we should have Mor remove it for a bit.”

Azriel nodded. “He’s been eating up those books, but he still hasn’t ever had a real conversation. We’ll also need to work on his accent. It’ll be more pronounced once her magic is gone.”

“So, work with him some more. Why not have her take off the magic now?”

“That’s actually what I wanted to ask you to do. Could you talk to her?”

“Of course. We could all have a dinner tonight too, so he can hear the conversation.”

“Yes.” Azriel turned around, leaning his back against the railing. He watched Fenrys scribble something in his notebook. “Have her remove it.”

*****

Fenrys looked up once Cassian left to find Azriel striding towards him. “Oh, what do you want now?”

“Cassian’s going to talk to Mor.”

“Good for him.”

“We’re going to remove the language magic.”

“‘I—what? Why?”

“We don’t know if Amarantha will be able to sense Mor’s magic, so we have to prepare for if it’s taken away from you. You’ll have to speak like a native.”

Fenrys fiddled with his quill. “I don’t think I can do that, Az…”

“You’ve gotten this far with no help at all.” Azriel gestured to the notebook. “I think you can.”

“Speaking it and reading it are two different things.”

“Which is why you need to be good at both.”

Fenrys sighed. “I don’t get a say in this, do I?”

Azriel took a seat across from him. “We probably don’t have too long before the magic is removed. Cassian flies pretty fast.”

Fenrys scrubbed his face. “You’re an asshole, you know that?”

“The fastest and most efficient way to learn is full immersion. And, who knows? Maybe we’ll pick up some of your language too.”

“Can’t Mor just like, transfer the knowledge onto me?”

“It doesn’t work like that.”

“Of course not.” Burying his face in his hands, Fenrys admitted, “Az, I don’t know if I can handle not being able to communicate with you right now.”

Azriel was quiet for long enough that Fenrys glanced up. His face was soft, “I think you can, but how about we come up with a failsafe in case there’s something you need to tell me and can’t. A word that you already know.”

Azriel pulled the book, The First of the High Lords, to him. He skimmed the open page. “Do you know this word?” he asked, pointing.

Fenrys leaned closer. “Yes, I know what a wolf is, jackass.”

“Say it in my language.”

Fenrys did and Azriel’s lips twitched.

“What? Did I say it wrong?”

“Yes. You just called me a shovel. Try again. That accent mark means you roll the r sound.”

Fenrys said it again, haltingly.

“Good. So just say that and I’ll have Mor reapply her magic.”

Fenrys twisted his fingers. “Seems sketchy, but okay.”

“Say it again.”

“Wolf.”

Azriel nodded. “I know it’s not the most efficient thing, but I have faith in you.”

Fenrys snorted. “For once.”

Azriel narrowed his eyes, then began to speak again, but the words were no longer ones Fenrys recognized.

“Wait, wait.” Fenrys scrambled for his notebook, panicked, the words came out in his own language. He flipped back to the first few pages and said, hesitantly, in the language of Prythian, “Can you talk slower?”

*****

Azriel smiled as he felt the last bits of magic seep from his throat. “Yes. I will talk slowly.”

Fenrys blew out a breath. He stood, pacing with his notebook in hand. “Okay, um. Do you… understand this? Know this?”

Without the magic, Fenrys’ accent was almost too thick to discern. Consonants rolled longer than they should have, even though the ends of some words were cut off. His vowels were harsher than they needed to be, more staccato, rather than the smooth roll of language. But it was one hell of a start.

“I understand you.”

“Okay.” Fenrys flipped through the pages. “My name is Fenrys.”

“I am aware.”.

Fenrys’ brows knit. “Slower.”

“I am aware,” Azriel said again. When Fenrys still didn’t understand, he pointed to the book.

“... Aware? You are aware.”

“Yes.” Azriel chuckled. “Good. My name is Azriel.”

“I am aware.”

“Good,” Azriel said again, leaning forward in his seat. He’d start with something easy. “Tell me about the weather.”

Fenrys cocked his head.

Azriel repeated himself.

“The weather?”

He nodded.

Fenrys said something in his own language, then smiled to himself, as if enjoying a private joke.

Azriel was not amused.

Blowing out a breath, Fenrys rifled through his notebook once more. Finding the page, he said in Prythian, “The weather is… ice.”

“Cold. The weather is cold.”

Nodding, Fenrys scribbled down the different version of the word. “The weather is cold. There is snow.”

“What is it doing?”

Fenrys gave a slow blink in the few seconds it took him to understand. “...what is it doing?”

The beginning wasn’t in Prythian. Azriel certainly wasn’t a linguist, but he liked to think he understood what the fuck do you mean in any language. “What does snow do?”

“It… fall?”

“Yes, but… fuck.” Azriel tried to figure out what he was trying to say himself. “The other way.”

“The other way,” Fenrys repeated. “Oh! You want me to say that it’s snowing! It’s snowing!”

“It is.” Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. Bracing his elbows on the table, Azriel gave in to the twisted part of himself. “You look very beautiful today.”

Fenrys sat down across from him once more. “More.”

“Tell me another word.”

“That’s not… what you say.”

“Another word for more.”

Frustrated that he wasn’t repeating his previous sentence, Fenrys spouted, “Again, repeat, more.”

“Okay.” Azriel would be lying if he said he wasn’t impressed. He met Fenrys’ gaze and said, “You look very beautiful today.”

Pursing his lips, Fenrys’ eyebrows formed a little divot.

Azriel wasn’t lying. Fenrys was fucking stunning, especially when he got that expression. He was also a lot smarter than he let on if he understood this much through just books and music. It both thrilled and terrified Azriel.

“You say, ‘look’ and, uh, a… a degree word. Like fuck.”

Azriel chuckled as he recalled the conversation they’d had about such a word just a few days ago. The world rolled off Fenrys’ tongue differently now, almost as if his new accent made it more vulgar. “I didn’t say ‘fuck.’”

“No, but… similar? Same?”

“Similar. A similar word. It does the same thing as ‘fuck.’”

“Sex? Love? Uh, hump?” Fenrys paused. “Fornicate? Screw?”

Azriel choked. Why the hell did he know so many words for fuck? Just what kind of books was he actually reading? “No, no. Same purpose. Not a…”

“Not a what?”

“Not a same word.”

“Not a…” Fenrys skimmed the open page of his notebook. “Not a syn…onym?”

“That’s right.”

“It is a synonym. Okay, um, copulate?”

“No, it’s not a synonym.”

Fenrys was confused. “Not a synonym?”

“You called it a ‘degree word.’”

“Oh! So like, very?” His whole face seemed to light up with triumph.

“Yes.”

“Say the… sentence more.”

“Again.”

“Again,” Fenrys said, exasperated.

Azriel said, “You look very beautiful today.”

“You look very… bounty?”

“Yes, that makes perfect sense.”

Fenrys’ brows knit again. “That makes perfect sense?” he repeated.

“No.”

“No?”

“No. That was right. The sentence was not.”

Fenrys held up a hand, turned the page in his notebook, then said very proudly, “I am confusion.”

“Confused.”

“I am confused.”

Azriel sighed. He said, “Let’s try something else.”

Fenrys said something in his own language, then in Azriel’s, he repeated the sentence.

Azriel nodded and stood. He went around the table to drag Fenrys out of his seat. “What is this?” he asked, fingering Fenrys’ shirt sleeve.

“A… tunic?”

“What else?”

Sucking on his teeth, Fenrys tried to grab his notebook, but Azriel held fast. “Answer me.”

Fenrys squirmed, muttering something Azriel could understand. After a moment: “Fabric? Fabric!”

“Yes.” Azriel pushed said fabric up, revealing the bare skin of Fenrys’ wrist. “And what’s this?”

Fenrys blinked slowly, eyes on Azriel’s hands. His mouth moved, but no sound came out. “It’s… uh. Book!”

“No.”

“I want book.” Fenrys tried to reach for his notebook again, and once again, Azriel held him back.

“I want my book,” he corrected.

“No, my book.”

Azriel flicked his forehead. “Yes, your book, Cauldron. What do you say?”

“I want my book,” Fenrys repeated confidently.

Azriel waited.

Squirming some more, Fenrys glanced about the room, but didn’t seem to come to any particular solution.

Sighing, Azriel let him go. Fenrys went for his notebook while Azriel grabbed the copy of The First of the High Lords. It took much longer than necessary, but he eventually found the word “please” and pointed to it.

“Please? You want my to say please?”

“You want me to say please. And yes, I do.”

“Please.”

“Very good. Ask me again.”

“Please, I want my book.”

“A question. Can I…”

“Please, can I have my book?”

“No,” Azriel said and took it away from him.

The pout on Fenrys’ face was almost comical. “My book…”

Azriel put it back on the table. He took Fenrys’ arm again, rubbing his thumb over the delicate skin of his wrist. “What is this?”

“Body. My body.”

“What part of it?”

Fenrys peered at him. “A… a arm.”

“An arm. Whose arm?”

“Me arm.”

“My arm. What part of your arm?”

“Slow.”

Azriel repeated himself. Slower.

“Flesh.”

“No.”

“It is not flesh?”

“It is, but that’s not the answer I’m looking for.”

“But…” Fenrys looked down again. “Skin?”

“It is skin. Still not what I’m looking for.”

Fenrys shifted. “Know not this.”

“I do not know this.” Azriel’s hand slid down lower. “That’s your wrist. Now what is this?”

“Hand.”

“Excellent.”

“... what?”

“Very good. Excellent means very good.”

“Oh.”

“Now what are these?” Azriel asked, tapping Fenrys’ fingertips.

Fenrys chewed on his lower lip. “Small hand… part?”

Unable to stop himself, Azriel smiled and shook his head. “They’re fingers.”

“Oh, yes! Fingers!”

“And knuckles and nails.” Azriel turned Fenrys’ hand over in his own. “What about this?”

“P…palm?”

“Yes. What about—”

“What are you two kids doing?”

Azriel looked up as Mor strode towards them. His shadows had warned him that she was here a few minutes ago, but he didn’t mind if she overheard.

Fenrys let go of Azriel’s hand, taking a step back.

“Hello, Fenrys,” Mor said.

“Hello.”

She grinned. “Your accent is beautiful.”

Fenrys glanced at Azriel, as if he expected him to explain. Azriel just cocked an eyebrow.

Sighing, Fenrys asked, “Slower, please?”

Mor repeated herself slowly.

“What is… accent?”

“How you are speaking. It is beautiful.”

“And what is beautiful?”

Mor thought for a moment, then said, “Very pretty.”

“Oh.” Fenrys said something in his own language, nodding to himself. “Like… good?”

“Similar.” Mor took a seat at the table and pulled Fenrys’ notebook towards her. “I’m gonna be totally honest, I don’t know how to do this, but we’re gonna have to figure it out one way or another.”

Fenrys blinked.

Mor waved her hand dismissively.

“No,” Azriel said. “Walk him through the translation. Watch.”

Mor shot him a strange look, but indeed began to repeat her words slowly. It took him a few minutes, but Fenrys eventually got it and beamed to himself.

“He’s good,” Mor said to Azriel.

“Thank you,” Fenrys replied with a grin.

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[vwbugggie]

Introducing my Supernatural DR:

Buckle in this is a long one!

Disclaimers:

I’m gonna write this with the assumption that you’ve seen the show and know what I’m talking about. I’m not really gonna explain things that are canon.

Feel free to ask any questions!

I made several changes to canon for my DR, if you don't agree with them that's perfectly ok, but please be respectful!

Comments on my DR (opinions, ideas, etc.) are welcome as long as they are respectful towards me and others!

If y’all with Supernatural DR’s (or any DR; but especially if we have DR’s in common) ever wanna chat my DM's are open, don't be shy! (No minors, sorry!)

Anti-shifters do not interact, I don't care what you think. If you are rude or disrespectful I will block you and delete your comment. I'm not going to argue with you because I simply don't care to. (If you see a rude or disrespectful comment before I can get to it I encourage you not to engage, ignore it, thanks!)

Last thing before we start: Yes, I’m one of those shifters who overpower themselves, so? You think I crossed the multiverse to be what I am here? No.

Background:

First thing first, introductions! This portion is just a meet & greet! More details will come later when I go into the 'plot' of my Dr! :)

Name: ‘Buggie’ Singer (Me!)

Species: Demi-god (Unbeknownst to everyone, including me, but more on that later)

About me: Born in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. Raised by Bobby to know how to protect myself from the supernatural, but wasn’t raised specifically to be a hunter. He didn't exactly want me to be a hunter but he supports my choices because he knows I'll do what I want anyway. I like to write, read, make jewelry, listen to music. Before Dean came to get me I was an author who mainly stayed home writing and helping my dad with the salvage yard or helping him help other hunters. Occasionally going on a hunt with him if a monster happened to find itself in our area.

Biological mom: Amara

Species: God

About her: The darkness, god’s sister, existed before creation

Status: Alive; Locked away by the god squad

Do I know her a first shift?: No

When did we first meet?: In my DR when she escaped she wasn't a baby and instead of going to Dean (when she thanked him for freeing her and she saved him from the black smoke) she came to me and told me she’s my mom (oooooo dramatic reveal) and saved me from the black smoke. (In the show it's Out of the Darkness, Into the Fire season 11, episode 1)

Adoptive dad: Robert ‘Bobby’ Steven Singer

Species: Human

About him: Semi- retired Hunter, born in Sioux Falls, South Dakota on August 12, 1950. He was like family to my biological father and adopted me when my parents died. To raise me he stopped hunting. He still helped others (like he did in the show), but he only went on hunts if a monster stumbled into our area. It was a last resort of course, first he'd try to call other hunter close by, but if they couldn't deal with it he'd reluctantly go. When that happened he'd always drop me off at the roadhouse for a couple of days.

Status: Alive (I scripted out his death)

Do I know him at first shift?: Yes

When did we first meet?: Shortly after I was born

Biological dad(s): Cassian Calavera and Alastair

Species: Human and demon

About Cassian: Born in Toluca, Mexico, on December 29, 1950. From a legendary family of hunters.

About Alastair: A white eyed demon, considered one of the oldest and strongest demon. Hell's grand torturer.

Status: Dead

Do I know him at first shift?: I was a newborn, so no. I got to know him later in life though.

When did we first meet?: The first time I met him was shortly after I was born. Later, I met him when he rose from the dead during the rise of the witnesses.

Mother figure: Ellen Harvelle

Species: Human

About her: Widow, retired hunter. She’d let me stay at the roadhouse if ever my dad went on a hunt. Treats me like her own. Doesn't really want me or Jo to be hunters, but supports our choices because we'll do it anyway. Born on November 2nd, 1968.

Status: Alive (Scripted out her death)

Do I know her at first shift?: Yes, she helped raise me

When did we first meet?: Childhood, I was around seven

Like a sister to me: Joanna 'Jo' Beth Harvelle

Species: Human

About her: Born to Ellen and William Anthony Harvelle on April 7, 1985, raised at the roadhouse. Wants to be a hunter like her father.

Status: Alive (I scripted out her death)

Do I know her at first shift?: Yes, we're besties! She's like my little sister fr.

When did we first meet?: Childhood, I was around seven and she was around five.

Bestfriend: Samuel 'Sam' William Winchester 

Species: Human

About him: Hunter, legacy. Son to John and Mary, Dean's little brother. Born May 2, 1983. Views me as a little sister, stayed in contact with me after he left for Stanford. The only person who knows about my powers other than my dad at first shift (Technically Cas does too he's not there at first shift). Him and Eileen are endgame.

Status: Alive

Do I know him at first shift?: Yes

When did we first meet?: John dropped him off at my house so he could go on a hunt when Sam was around three. We’re the same age so we were instant besties. Have been ever since!

Future S/O: Dean Michael Winchester

Species: Human (Later a vampire, then demon, he gets cured though)

About him: Hunter, legacy. Son to John and Mary. Born January 24, 1979.

Status: Alive (I scripted out his final death)

Do I know him at first shift?: Yes

When did we first meet?: When John came to pick up Sam the first time (when me and Sam met), John was putting Sam's stuff in the trunk and I came out to say bye to Sam. John introduced Dean, who was waiting in the passenger seat. He waved.

Guardian Angel (Kinda): Castiel

Species: Angel

About him: Angel of the lord. I truly feel like it's impossible not to like him, especially if you know him. Him and Meg are endgame (I'm not sorry).

Status: Alive (I scripted out his final death)

Do I know him at first shift?: Technically

When did we first meet?: When I was a child; he was with me shortly after birth up until I was nine (I thought he was an imaginary friend).

Bestie: Meg Masters

Species: Demon

About her: Got a job as a nurse so she could look after Cas when he was in his crazy era. She's a demon so she's not exactly 'nice' but she's not exactly 'mean' either. Falling/ looking after Cas made her a little soft. She's sort of hard shell somewhat soft-ish insides.

Status: Alive (I scripted out her death)

Do I know her at first shift?: No

When did we first meet?: At a bar (In the show it was season one episode 16 'Shadow'. She was still possessing the other girl.)

Close friend: Garth Fitzgerald IV

Species: Human (Turned werewolf later)

About him: This man is so chill. He has no beef with anyone. You might not like him at first (I did though) cuz he does come on a little strong, but he grows on you.

Status: Alive

Do I know him first shift?: Yes

When did we first meet?: We met like how I met most hunters, they came to my dad for help on a hunt.

Close friend: Crowley (Born Fergus MacLeod)

Species: Demon

About him: He's really not as bad as he wants you to think. So unserious. Low key bestie vibes. Material Girl!

Status: Alive (I scripted out his death)

Do I know him at first shift?: No

When did we first meet?: When Sam, Dean, and I tracked him down. (In the show: Abandon All Hope Season 5, Episode 10)

Close friend: Rowena MacLeod

Species: Witch

About her: Definition of material girl. She's so iconic. She also puts on a tough exterior. She originally only wanted to be my friend so she could use my power, but it turned into a genuine friendship.

Status: Alive (I scripted out her final death)

Do I know her at first shift?: No

When did we first meet?: On a case (In the show: Girls, Girls, Girls Season 10, Episode 7)

Adoptive child: Jack Kline

Species: Nephilim

About him: Parents: Kelly Kline and Lucifer. Born on May 18, 2017. I love him so much.

Status: Alive

Do I know him at first shift?: No (He doesn't exist yet lol)

When did we first meet?: I was there when he was born. (In the show its at the end of season 12 episode 23 'All along the Watchtower'. Also, in my DR he didn't come out the womb a grown man, he had a few years of childhood.)

Family friend: Rufus Turner

Species: Human

About him: Semi- retired hunter, recluse, dad's old hunting partner, checks in on me from time to time. So unintentionally funny.

Status: Alive (I scripted out his death)

Do I know him at first shift?: Yes, haven't seen him in a while though

When did we first meet?: He first came by the house (before he became a recluse) when I was five. He needed dad's help on a hunt.

Bestie: Charlie Bradbury (Born Celeste Middleton)

Species: Human

About her: Larper, rookie hunter, hacker, smart as hell and impossible not to love

Status: Alive (I scripted out her death)

Do I know her at first shift?: No

When did we first meet?: When she tried to hack into Frank's hard drive. (In the show it's  season 7, episode 20, “The Girl with the Dungeons and Dragons Tattoo")

Bestie: Jody Mills

Species: Human

About her: Cop turned hunter, born June 7, 1976. Black cat person, she's rough around the edges but she is truly kind. Very motherly.

Status: Alive

Do I know her at first shift?: Probably, we're from the same town and my dad has run in with the law often.

When did we first meet?: Haven't scripted it, but we're not close until she starts helping Sam, Dean, and me.

Bestie: Donna Hansum

Species: Human

About her: Cop turned hunter, born July 15, 1982. She is so nice and caring, total badass too of course but legitimately one of the nicest people I've ever met.

Status: Alive

Do I know her at first shift?: No

When did we first meet?: On a case (In the show: season nine episode thirteen The Purge.)

Bestie: Eileen Leahy

Species: Human

About her: Hunter, Legacy. She's so funny, she keeps Sam in check, she's a badass, she gets along with Dean. What's not to like? (We're a lot alike personality wise, I'm just more unhinged, lol.) Her and Sam are endgame.

Status: Alive (I scripted out her death)

Do I know her at first shift?: No

When did we first meet?: On a case (In the show: Season eleven episode eleven into the mystic.)

The Past:

The moment you've all been waiting for, 'plot' time!

In the beginning there were two: Chuck, the light, and Amara, the dark, brother and sister. Chuck, or god, wanted to create. Story goes Amara destroyed everything Chuck made, so he created the Archangels: Michael, Lucifer, Raphael, and Gabriel to help him defeat her. Here's where my DR starts to differ from canon. Yes, there was a battle between the god squad and Amara, however they failed to completely defeat Amara.

God didn't want to kill Amara. So he came up with a way to defeat her without killing her. Chuck created ‘The Mark’ this was to serve as lock and key to Amara’s prison. He entrusted it to his favorite son, Lucifer. However, something that powerful, something meant to contain that much darkness, corrupts. So Chuck and the Archangels attacked Amara. They nearly won, however by then the mark had already begun corrupting Lucifer. Instead of delivering the final blow to incapacitate Amara, Lucifer turned on his brothers and his father. While they were busy fighting Lucifer, Amara slipped away using what little power she had left to cloak herself from god and the Archangels. She wasn’t usually the run and hide type, but if they found her in the state she was in they’d surely win that fight. So she hid and waited for her strength to return to her.

Lucifer was not defeated that day either. Say what you will about him, but he’s not an idiot. He knew that if his family could nearly kill Amara, who was a great deal stronger than him, he knew that they’d most likely make quick work of him. He too fled, and for a while everything was quiet.

With no sign of Amara or Lucifer’s return, Chuck began creating again. He created the rest of the Angels, the world, you get the idea. While there were no obvious signs of Lucifer, he watched and waited. He saw his father's latest creation: humans. Chuck was worried Lucifer would return so he charged Gadreel with protecting them. Chuck was right to worry of course because Lucifer did return and to trick Adam and Eve into eating the forbidden fruit. Man fell, Lucifer gave the mark to Cain (making it the mark of Cain), he made Lilith then the princes of hell. He lost the war against heaven and got cast into hell and trapped in the cage by Michael.

Eventually Amara regains enough of her strength to return, and when she does she’s met with something that actually kind of amazes her. Humans, humanity. She was both intrigued and infuriated. She still wasn’t at full strength so she decided to live amongst the humans, more like hide amongst the humans, while she looked for her brother. But finding Chuck was only half the battle. She’d still need a way to defeat him. She knew the angels and Archangels would side against her and with Lucifer in the cage she had no other choice but to make something of her own.

Amara tried to make her own angels or similar beings like her brother had, but it seemed creating life was harder than she thought. Maybe the darkness just wasn't meant to create. Until it finally dawned on her. Chuck had given her the answer. Procreation. The idea disgusted her, true, but if a Nephilim grows to be stronger than their Angel parent, what of a god’s child? Surely they’d grow to be stronger than God himself. Yes. With this child, she could defeat god and become unstoppable.

While searching for Chuck, Amara lived all over the earths in the different worlds that Chuck created. Until she landed in ‘The Main Universe’ (Where God’s favorite Sam and Dean are). She was traveling the world looking for a human she didn’t completely detest. The one that would be my father.

My father was a born into a family of legendary hunters. Every hunter has their speciality. Every hunter has a favorite thing to hunt. My father's favorite were demons. His last case was a demon named Alastair, he worked the case alongside his little brother, Ivan. They had never encountered a demon so powerful. Alastair takes possession of Ivan and leaves Cassian for dead. Cassian survives and tracks Alastair all the way to Sioux Falls. Where he mets Bobby, who was also hunting Alastair. Bobby was reluctant to team up at first, but he gave in once Cassian shared his story. While working the case they become close friends, all was going well until they actually encountered Alastair. They were losing the fight against Alastair. While Bobby knocked unconscious Cassian pleads Alastair to leave his little brother be. If he must take someone take him instead. Let Ivan go and live his life. Alastair accepts only so Cassian can watch Ivan's body fall to the ground, having been dead since he was first possessed. Once he had taken hold of Cassian's body, he wakes Bobby. Taking over his body was not enough, he would force Cassian to watch as he took over his life. Alastair, as Cassian, settles in Sioux Falls.

Alastair sensed Amara's power the second she entered Sioux Falls. He was drawn to her darkness, to him that made her truly beautiful. She paid him no mind at first, but he persisted. She could hardly stand humans, let alone demons. Ultimately the promise of an all powerful weapon to use against Chuck and Alastair worshipping the ground she walked on won her over. Sure, for her he was just a means to and end, but for him? She was the love of his life. She wasn’t particularly kind or caring towards him but he didn’t much care.

After I was born the room lit up and started to shake. Amara knew this meant Angels were on the way to destroy her and whatever caused that surge of energy. She told my father to take me and run. He does, he takes me straight to Bobby. He would have preferred to leave me with other demons, but demons could be found to easily by angels. My father pounded on the door frantically until a confused Bobby came to the door. He explained that something was after him and Amara, but he didn't know what, but he needed his help. Bobby of course wanted to help, so he agreed to take me for a couple of days.

My father returned home to find nothing. Amara was nowhere to be found. Now you might be thinking, how can some run of the mill angels defeat Amara? She's as powerful as God. They were no run of the mill angels. The angels that came to deal with Amara were the remaining Archangels along with Cain (because he had the mark). This coupled with Amara being severely weakened by my birth, and the fact that she had never fully recovered from the first go around, she was sealed away as god had intended all those years ago.

My father, was so caught up in his grief that he almost didn't notice a man come out from the shadow's behind him. The two men fought eventually ending in Alastair leaving Cassian's body. Escaping to hell and leaving Cassian to deal with the agonizing pain of being stabbed. Then the man stood there, looking over his body with no particular emotion. For he was no man at all, he was an angel. An angel named Castiel.

Castiel had orders. He had orders to wait after Amara's defeat to find and destroy the reason for that power surge. With the death of my father he thought his orders complete, so he returned to Heaven. Upon his arrival he was met with disdain by his superiors. They not so kindly informed him that his orders remained and that he was to return to earth to finish them. He was not welcomed in heaven until his orders were fulfilled.

Castiel does as he's told. He searches my parents house for days, with not much luck until the house phone rings. It had been a few days since my father dropped me off at Bobby's and he hadn't heard back from him. He made some comment about how it's easier to run a salvage yard than to look after a baby. Castiel knew of a human's instinct to protect their young so he figured that was the missing piece. Castiel was set.

After a few hours of searching, Castiel finally found the salvage yard that had both a 'Bobby' and a baby. He snuck into the house on the property while Bobby slept. He looked over my makeshift crib with the intention of completing his orders. At the last minute I awoke, he expected me to scream or cry, but instead I just smiled and reached out to him. In that moment Castiel wondered why heaven would condone the death of an innocent child.

He stayed with me for a while, he'd never been so close to a baby before, there was something about this child. Something that made him decide on another path. He decided then and there that he would not- that he could not kill this child. Instead he warded me against the angels. The very same spell he would later use on Sam and Dean.

Throughout my childhood, Castiel would come by and check in on me. He hadn't meant for me to see him, in fact he's still not sure how I could see him, no one else had. He walked straight past my dad, with no incident. But somehow he wasn’t invisible to me. Every time he'd come by I'd reach out to him. He was confused as to why at first, but after a few tries he caught on.

Slipping away from heaven was no easy task, but he managed. When he discovered my powers he felt no choice but to increase his visits. My powers weren't like any he'd ever seen. By then I could speak and due to that one time I accidently saw his wings, I called him Birdie. He taught me what he could about controlling my powers, when I cried he'd comfort me, when I got hurt he healed me. He was so much more than a teacher, he was family to me. He was my best friend that no one else could see. Things stayed that way until I was nine. Until he left.

Growing up me and Dean weren't really close. We were never really around each other too much. Mainly because I only saw him when John was dropping off or picking up Sam. I saw him a little more once we got older and they started to come around more. Not a ton though. Me and Dean were friends, but not close. We became close after Sam left for Stanford. After Sam left he called me and kind of asked if I could be there for Dean. I reached out not really expecting a response, but he got back to me and we talked. After that we talked all the time and he came to visit whenever he could.

The Present:

Sorry this is short, but I didn't really change too much of the show's beginning so there's not much to say!

I am shifting to the beginning of the show. Before Dean went to go pick up Sam from Stanford he came to pick me up. They haven't spoken since Sam left so he wanted me to come along because he wasn't really convinced that he could convince Sam to leave with him to look for their dad. Totally not because we're crushing on each other. It's a two day drive from Sioux Falls to Stanford so I will be shifting to the night of the 28th.

First Shift:

I haven't shifted to this DR yet btw but this is what I have scripted for my first shift!

When I wake up I'll be laying on the couch in the living room. Dad will be reading some lore at his desk, the radio softly playing "The Gambler" by Kenny Rogers. There's a knock on the door, my dad looks at me and asks if I'm expecting anyone. I'm still waking up so I don't respond. He huffs and goes open the door. He's gone for a minute, I hear some talking, then he walks back into the living room followed by Dean. Dean asks to speak to me, we go into the hallway while dad returns to his reading. He asks me to come with him, I agree. I grab my go bag and say goodbye to my dad, then we're off!

My Powers:

I just really wanna talk about my powers. Totally not an excuse to show off my shitty edits.

My Magic:

My powers for this DR are a combination of Wanda's powers (Unoriginal, I know. Idgaf.), god powers (Cuz Amara's my mom), and a siphon witches powers (from TVD). I wanted my powers to be visible and look more like witch magic than angel magic, which is why in the beginning I think I'm some sort of witch. My power is basically Wanda's magic with a black core and a dark red outer shell. It's more free flowing than Wanda's, her's stays in a ball shape mine is more free flowing and moves like fire. When I use my power my iris' glow the same dark red that my power is and it makes the same noise that Wanda's magic makes when she uses her power (Idk how to describe it, it's sort of like little whispers).

My wings:

The wings in my DR work more like the wings in the show ‘Lucifer’. They have to be summoned by the Angel, and when summoned they can be seen by everyone. (Example of wing summoning on the right.)

Thanks for reading!

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[andrigyn]

Chapter Three

Lucien and Elain have some fun of their own at the ball. Nesta and Cassian are reunited, and the arrangement between Rhysand and Eris becomes more complicated.

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Elain loved parties. She always had, and probably always would. Secretly, she yearned for a time not so long ago when she and her older sister were close enough to enjoy them together. Their relationship was now fractured, because Nesta was too stubborn to assimilate into this court. Instead, she chose to hold on to a shadow of the past. She clung to it so tightly, that not even confining her to the House was enough to get through to her, at least not yet. Whether or not a stay in Autumn would spark a change in attitude was an unanswered question.

One thing led to another, and now she watched her sister and Eris from the sidelines of the ballroom. They were gliding across the floor as if they had never been interrupted by Cassian in the first place. After the Illyrian had gotten his dance, he marched back to the other side of the room to chat with Azriel. Elain thought that he looked awfully pleased with himself for a male who was sending a female, who was likely his mate, to go live in another court with another male. However, she couldn’t begrudge him for his positive attitude. Through it all, Nesta and Cassian always found their way back to each other. ‘Opposites attract’ was a human saying that didn’t seem to have an equivalent in Prythian, but it still proved true. That’s what they were, physical and spiritual opposites. 

Elain turned, and walked through the arched entryway she had been leaning against. The music of the Fae was far more bewitching than anything she had heard before, but even the pleasant sounds were not alluring enough to keep her in that ballroom for too long. It felt wrong to watch her bullheaded sister be controlled like a puppet on a string, especially by a male. She was but a shadow of her former self. Mother’s guidance was a different matter. She was harsh, yes, but she taught them everything she knew. Everything she did was a labor of love, even if Nesta couldn’t see it. She would have made them into queens if she were still alive. 

The side room was empty, save for a few nobles milling about in their own little groups. They were too self absorbed to notice one of the sisters of their High Lady ambling in. It was only a male with long, blazing red hair who acknowledged her prescence, dressed in a dark green coat. Elain wondered if green was a popular color in Autumn as well, or if it was a holdover from his time in Spring. The Vanserra family was all dressed in hues of red, orange, and gold, like the tops of the trees during the change of seasons. 

Lucien looked nervous. His eyes darted to the closest exit at the sight of her, before seeming to realize that it was too late to flee. Not only would it have been rude, but Elain showed him that she didn’t feel the need to run away either. Hell, she approached him. 

“Your older brother, and my older sister… who would’ve thought?” she asked with a smile. The wine in her system was working its magic, and giving her the courage to finally break her silence. After all, they were at Nesta and Eris’s engagement party, so how strange could this be in comparison? 

Lucien looked down at his drink. “I knew the day would come eventually that my brother would settle down, but I have to admit I’m shocked as well.” 

He still looked apprehensive. However, Elain couldn’t discern whether it was due to her striking up a conversation, or the fact that his estranged family was in the other room. His parents didn’t say a word to him, and neither did any of his brothers. Now that she really thought about it, they hadn’t even looked at him. It was as if Lucien was invisible, or worse, dead to them. 

“I was surprised to see that you came, I don’t think I would have if it wasn’t expected of me,” she said. 

Lucien looked past her, and off into the distance. “Sometimes I think that it would be easier to stay in the human lands forever, to fade into obscurity, but Prythian is my home. I won’t give up my place here so easily.”

Elain nodded. “They can try to ignore you all they like, but it doesn’t change the fact that you’re here. Although you’d think that after all this time, they’d let it go…” 

He smiled, and finally looked her in the eye. “We may live long lives, Elain, but that only means we have more time to hold grudges. Wisdom doesn’t come from age alone.” 

Elain frowned. “That sounds like a terrible waste of a life.” If she was honest with herself, nothing here made sense to her, she only pretended that it did. How anyone could spend centuries hating their own kin was beyond her. The Archeron sisters weren’t exactly getting along these days, but Elain had to believe that they would resolve their differences soon. She wondered how long before she would shed the values of her human upbringing, and become as heartless as these creatures she lived amongst. How long could she possibly hold out and still survive here? A century? Two? 

“Agreed,” Lucien said. There was a sorrow behind his words that sounded so utterly familiar, and human to her. Perhaps he was not as unfeeling as the rest of the Fae.

Elain shook her head. If he spent any longer moping in this room, his family would surely think he was hiding. There were less direct ways to make a point, as she was sure Lucien already knew, but it seemed that nothing was subtle in the Night Court. The inner circle was quick to address every problem with force before even considering other options. This wasn’t Elain’s way, and it didn’t seem to be Lucien’s either. 

“Let’s not waste our time then, come dance with me,” she said.

His eyes perked up at the suggestion, but he didn’t move. Elain quickly grabbed his hand and led him out to the dance floor.

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When Rhysand first told Nesta that she was to attend this ridiculous fake engagement party, she felt as if she had traveled back in time to see her mother again. This was precisely the sort of scheme that she would have cooked up, minus the killing part, of course. The woman wanted the best for her eldest daughter, and she was convinced that what was best for Nesta was to marry a prince. There were dukes, earls, barons, and marquesses, but her mother didn’t take any of them seriously. She wondered what her mother would think of the Vanserras, after she was finished cursing them for being Fae bastards. 

But once she got here, she realized that this wasn’t anything like her mother’s meddling. In fact, it was too easy for Nesta to spend the evening with Eris. He was nothing like the humorless, and often ugly men that she was forced to entertain the possibility of marrying as a teenager. No, his russet eyes that were framed by thick, dark lashes were easy to get lost in. She found herself fixating on the elegant curve of his nose and jaw. It was a shock to Nesta, who had never been affected by a male’s beauty in this way. She had to actively remind herself that he and his family were dangerous. 

“May I speak candidly?” Eris asked. 

“I don’t see why not.” 

“Why have you agreed to help me?” 

Nesta paused, unsure of how to respond. She didn’t choose any of this, but she’d be damned before she let anyone else know that. Revealing weakness this early into the game would not bode well. She had to remember that as a Cauldron made Fae, she had an element of mystery about her that she would do well to foster. 

“I enjoy challenges. Until very recently, I thought I had maybe 70 or 80 years to live… but now I have nothing but time. I think I shall take whatever interesting opportunities come my way, and not squander it.” 

Eris nodded in reply. “I think you’re wasted here on the Night Court, then.” 

“I don’t care to be utilized properly, I care to be free.” Nesta wasn’t fibbing when she said it, but she doubted Eris would believe that she was free here. It would’ve been impossible for her to tell that lie with any kind of conviction if anyone asked directly.

“You are nothing if not ambitious,” he scoffed, “ Nobody in this world has freedom, Nesta.” 

“I think you’re just too old and jaded to understand,” She said with a laugh. 

Nesta may have expected the worst when she went to the party, but she was pleasantly surprised. The Autumn male that she met was nothing like the way he was described. He was amiable, and even tempered. The night wore on, and after hours of dancing, the band played its last song. She and Eris weren’t left for more than a minute in silence before Cassian was back, and ready to retrieve her. The Autumn male had done an excellent job of riling him up. Nesta couldn’t recall the last time that Cassian had paid this much attention to her. 

“Nesta, it’s time to return home,” he said. 

She only nodded in reply before turning to face Eris again. The male released her, and Nesta instantly felt the absence of his hand on her back. He wasn’t finished yet, though. To add insult to injury, he looked right at the Illyrian before taking her hand in his and kissing it. 

“Until next time,” he said. 

‘Until then,” Nesta replied. 

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Nesta hoped that flying home in Cassian’s arms, still wearing that god forsaken dress, was the final hardship she would have to bear that night. When the pair arrived at the House, it was quiet. Azriel must have stopped at the River House for some reason. The fact that they finally had some alone time didn’t matter to Nesta, and she started up the stairs to retire to her room. The male had been gone for three days, interrupted her work at the party, and now he had nothing more to say to her? But unfortunately, she wouldn’t be getting away so easily. He followed, and then he slipped through the doorway behind her. 

“That wasn’t right, what you just had to do.” He cupped her face in his hand, and stroked her cheek gently with his thumb. 

Nesta wasn’t sure what to say, because in reality, the party wasn’t so bad. She recalled how she once told him the story of how she was tasked with seducing a duke as a young teenager, but that couldn’t be compared to her current situation. Although Eris was charming and flirtatious, she assumed he wasn’t seriously interested in her anyways. It was all part of his game. 

“I told you, it’s not your fault,” she whispered. 

“I didn’t realize how hard it would be to see you with someone else, especially a male like him-” 

“But I’m not with him, remember, it’s all fake. You don’t get to abandon me here, and then act as if I’ve been disloyal for what your family has forced me into.”

Cassian sighed. “That’s not what I meant I - All I ever wanted was for you to be happy here. I left to have some space to think because I had no idea what to do, I still don’t.” 

“There’s nothing for you to do, Cas, it’s done. You’ll have to wait here, and trust that I have what it takes to pull this off. And then, after the deed is done, I’ll return.”

Cassian pulled her into a tight embrace. She resisted at first, but eventually melted into him. Nesta didn’t want to argue, especially not when she would be leaving so soon. Her feelings for the male were too complicated for her to process. Some days he was caring, and affectionate regardless of who was watching. Other days, he’d ignore her, but only outside of sex of course. It was hard for her to get a read on what his true intentions were. The longer she stayed in Autumn, the more likely it would be that he’d forget all about her and move on. Nesta had to remind herself not to get too attached before he had proven that his devotion would last. 

“I’m going to come visit you as often as I can, and I promise I won’t let any harm come to you while you’re there,” he said. Nesta wasn’t sure how he could promise that. It was so obviously out of his control. Perhaps he was trying to convince himself, rather than her. 

The male then did something that truly shocked her. He asked to stay the night.

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Eris slumped back into his chair, and listened to the fire crackle in the hearth. He didn’t like staying in the Hewn City. This wasn’t the first time he slept in this dreary bedroom, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. However, it was likely that his long standing alliance with Keir would take a back seat to whatever this new partnership between him and the inner circle turned out to be. It was hard for the male to admit that he was all but backed into a corner when it came to dealing with his father. It was even harder for him to realize he needed assistance, and that the only bastard in Prythian who was crazy enough to help him was Rhysand. 

The proposal was mostly the inner circle’s idea. Eris wasn’t sure why they were itching to get rid of Nesta so quickly, but he wouldn’t complain. She was Made, after all, which marked her as special. That raw power combined with the essence of who she was made her invaluable. He looked forward to seeing what she was truly capable of. The Night Court was no place for a female as impressive as her, and he intended to show her another side to life in Prythian. 

Seeing Nesta up close like that made him realize how captivating she truly was. From her glossy, golden brown hair to those icy blue eyes, he was smitten. He was intrigued from the time he saw her at the High Lord’s meeting, but he was far beyond that now. If the inner circle were trying to use her to entice him, they were doing a bang up job, but not in the way they intended. The slinky dress that she wore accentuated every curve and showed plenty of skin. However, it wasn’t her. No, Nesta looked stiff, and she wasn’t doing a good job convincing him that she was there of her own volition. Every one of her moves was calculated. Eris wanted to do it all again with her and more, but only if she chose it. 

The sound of a knock on the door snapped Eris out of his daydream. He lifted his head and before he even had the chance to say ‘Come in’, the High Lord of Night entered. He snarled at the sight of him in that same black getup from the party earlier. The more time he spent here, the more reasons they gave him to hate this hellhole. If privacy didn’t exist in this court for a guest of royal birth, how were they treating Nesta? He shuddered at the thought of someone barging into her room unannounced. 

“Did you enjoy the party?” Rhys flashed a sly grin. 

Eris sighed. “Why are you really here, Rhysand? I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow, so I don’t have the time to sit and chat.”

“Just checking in, making sure you weren’t having any… second thoughts.” 

“You speak as if there is something wrong with her. I’d take her back to Autumn with me right now if you’d allow it,” Eris said. 

The smile fell from the High Lord’s face. “The girl will go when I say it’s time. She is very valuable to me, and to my court, so you will be patient.” 

“Please, spare me the intimidation tactics. I know you’re not helping me out of the kindness of your heart. You need me just as much as I need you, don’t forget it,” Eris snapped. 

“Very well, but I do need to amend the terms of our arrangement,” Rhys purred. 

“How so?” 

“I will be sending someone to check up on Nesta at regular intervals for the duration of her stay.” 

Eris chuckled. “Out of the question. I cannot sneak visitors without the wards alerting my father to their prescence.” 

“Then don’t sneak them in, invite them. It will only be Elain, with Cassian as her entourage.” 

Eris paused to consider it. Elain visiting would probably not be an issue, because it could be easily explained away. He wasn’t sure if Nesta and her sister were on good terms, because they did not speak at all during the party, but it was safe to assume she might appreciate a familiar face popping in every now and again. Cassian was another story, however. Where the Archeron sister was non threatening, Cassian’s appearance and demeanor didn’t do much to set anyone at ease. He also had a history of royally pissing off his father, and was clearly infatuated with Nesta. 

“I could probably work something out for Elain, but Cassian is pushing it, and you know that,” Eris said. 

“He is only concerned for her safety, and will be under strict orders not to interfere.” 

Eris sighed. He had a feeling that he meant Nesta’s safety, and not Elain’s. “Fine, whatever it takes for you to leave. It’s awfully low of you to bother me with such brazen requests right before bed.” 

“Enjoy the rest of your night then,” Rhysand said, before he turned to leave without another word. There were no pleasantries with the High Lord, he was all business and got straight to the point. He was very much his father’s son in that way. It wasn’t as if Eris expected them to roll out the red carpet for him when he visited because, after all, the Night Court was not generally accepting of outsiders. This outdated way of thinking predated Rhysand, and even his father, who was old as dirt when he died. 

The High Lord of Night had one more similarity to his father, and it was that he had difficulty hearing the word ‘no’. He would pitch a truly harebrained scheme, and then throw a fit at even the slightest pushback. Eris wasn’t even sure he’d be able to convince his father to allow Cassian in. He just said all of that to placate Rhysand for now, and ensure that he would allow him to leave with Nesta as was promised. 

Eris sighed. He’d figure it out later, but for now he needed to get some rest.

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#neris #nesta x eris #pro nesta #nesta archeron #acotar #a swing in the dark #andy's writing #FUCK IT TWO CHAPTERS THIS WEEK

[hellcat8908]

I Didn't Know Azriel x Female Reader

WARNINGS: ANGST, ILLUSION TO ASSAULT (NOT AZRIEL), ASSHAT AZRIEL, LANGUAGE

You were alone in your apartment crying for the third day. A soft knock sounded on the door before Feyre's voice filtered through, "I was wondering if you'd like to join me at the studio and help with some classes." You ignore her as you had everyone else. She knocks again, "we're really worried about you. You haven't left the house, none of us know when the last time you ate or drank anything. Please, y/n. We just want to help." She says before the sound of glass shattering against the door filled the silent room. "Guess I'll check on you tomorrow." She says before walking away and leaving you to your misery.

They're his family. In the end, they'll always choose him over you. You can't even be mad about it because they were his first, and you'd already caused him enough pain. The sooner you left the night court, the better off everyone would be. You just hated being away from him. You hated keeping your secret but couldn't bear how things would change if he knew the truth. He'd see you as weak and pathetic if he knew the real reason you didn't show up the other night. You'd rather let him think whatever he wanted because no matter, you believed it to be better than the truth.

His words cut deep when you wouldn't explain your absence, and he hadn't tried to reach out since. You didn't want to know how he was doing because you couldn't bear living in two hells at once. You hadn't left the house, and you barely functioned. Cassian had left food for you, which you had taken a few bites of after he left. He was the only other one to know the truth, a secret he's forced to keep thanks to the tattoo hidden within his others. The only reason he knows is because he's the one who found you. He took you home as you begged him not to tell anyone. He told you to worry about it after getting cleaned up.

You refused to let Cassian help you unless the deal was struck that he wouldn't reveal your secret under any conditions or through any loop holes. Once he agreed you let him stitch you up. Shortly after he left Azriel pounding at your door. You glamoured yourself to hide your injuries before opening the door. "Where have you been? We had dinner reservations and you never showed!" He practically growls. "I know, Az. I'm sorry, something came up." You say softly. "That's it? That's all you've got to say?!" He runs his fingers through his hair in frustration. "I waited like a fool and all you give me is something came up?! You know what maybe it's for the best you didn't show up. You may have saved me from making the biggest mistake of my life tonight!" He shouts tossing a black velvet box on the ground at your door. "Goodbye, y/n." He sneers before taking off in a fit of rage and pain, leaving you brokenhearted at the door.

Once he was out of sight you picked up the ring box and set it on the table inside the door. After locking the door you sank to the floor and fell apart. Broken sobs racking your body as you felt truly alone for the first time with nobody to blame but yourself. As the two days passed you barely ate and drank except for small bites from the food Cass delivered. You became numb to everything around you as you checked out, emotionally and mentally. Crying hysterically and forcing yourself to survive the panic attacks. You cried until you had no more tears left to cry.

Another knock at the door brings you back to the present. "Y/n, open up." It was Cassian. "I know you're in there and we need to talk." He says. "Go away." You say, your voice hoarse from screaming and crying. "I'm not going away and I'm not above breaking into your apartment." He says sternly. You walk over and flip the lock before laying back down on the couch. Cassian enters carrying a bag from the café down the street. He puts it on the coffee table in front of you. "Eat." He says. You ignore him. "I did not stitch you up just to watch you kill yourself! Now eat!" He commands. "I'm not one of your soldiers." You say, glaring at him. "Be thankful you're not. You're my friend and I hate seeing you like this." He says gesturing to you.

His words hit a soft spot and you reach into the bag and pull out a container of chicken noodle soup. "Thank you." He says softer after you eat your first spoonful. "You need to tell Azriel what really happened for both your sakes. You need to unburden yourself of this secret and stop letting him think the absolute worst." Cassian says. "Easy for you to say." You retort. "No, it's not easy for me to say, I know you're hurting and your so fucked up mentally and emotionally right now. I know this isn't easy on you because its clear as day how much your hurting. If other's knew, if you had someone to talk to I think it would help." He says. "He hates me. I broke his heart and he hates me." You say as tears fill your eyes.

"He doesn't hate you. He just wants answers, answers only you can give him." Cass says trying to reassure you. "Cass, look on the table, he made it clear how much he hates me that night. He told me I saved him from making the biggest mistake of his life before tossing that on the ground." You say through sobs as you relive the moment. "He isn't coming back and nothing is going to change that. He's better off without me. He's already suffered enough and anything is better than the truth. I release you from the bargain, it was wrong of me to make you agree to it and I've been a shitty enough person already." You say before locking yourself in the bedroom as you fall apart all over again until you cry yourself to sleep.

You awake to the sound of someone pounding on the door. Looking at the clock its 3 in the morning. Half asleep you answer the door, surprised to see Azriel standing there. You swing the door open wider before walking towards the kitchen and putting a kettle on for tea. "It's on the table, grab it and go. I know you hate me so I won't stop you." You say emotionless. "What? You think I'm here for the ring?" He asks. "Yes, figured you'd be back to get it so you can get your money back." "To hell with the ring! Y/n, is it true?" Your shoulders sag and your heart sinks. Of course Cassian told him right away. "Yes." You say as you grab a tea bag from the container. You hear glass shatter knowing if this keeps up you'll need new dishware. You turn and see the shattered cup on the floor and the contents dripping on the wall.

"I'm sorry, shit. I'll replace it." Azriel says quickly realizing what he did. "Don't worry about it." You say turning back to your tea. "Don't do that." Azriel says as you feel him behind you. "Don't pretend with me, please." He says following you into the living room. "Why didn't you tell me?" He asks directly, his tone soft. "I couldn't." You answer. "Why, y/n?" He pushes. Your hands start to shake forcing you to put down your tea. "Because I couldn't bear the thought of you thinking I'm weak and pathetic to allow something like that to happen. I couldn't stand the thought of you looking at me differently. You've been through so much already I didn't want to drag you through this. For me it was easier to let you believe whatever you wanted, whatever you felt like was the reason behind me not showing up."

"So you'd rather let me think the absolute worst of you than tell me the truth?! That some bastard thought he had the right to do what he did to you?!" He grits through his teeth before remembering to take a few deep breaths to calm down. "I understand why you didn't tell me but I wish you would've. If I had known, I never would've said what I did that night. I ended up making the biggest mistake in my life that night by not giving you the benefit of the doubt and seeing how upset and hurt you were. Instead, I only added to your pain with my hateful words and actions. I truly am sorry for the added pain and suffering I caused you. I hope one day you can forgive me and we can rebuild our relationship." He says, his hands craving to reach out and feel you.

#azriel x reader #acotar #azriel shadowsinger #sarah j maas #acotar fic #batboys #azriel #azriel angst

[choices-binglebonkus]

Top Ten Books/Series I forgot existed

So this has been sitting in my drafts for like a month or two and I just got an ask that made me want to actually post it. I think I made this simply because I was bored, couldn’t sleep, and enjoy making lists, so I decided to make a top ten list featuring books/series that I totally forgot about because…they’re just forgettable, no two ways about it. Because let’s be real here: there are great Choices books, there are terrible Choices books, and there are Choices books that are like…hey…hi…I’m just kinda here.

10. Shipwrecked. PLEASE do not quote me on this, but I *think* it released sometime this past year. Honestly most of the reason this book suffered was due to the lack of interesting characters, or characters in general because off the top of my head all I can remember are the MC, the LI, Dr. Hale, and the LI’s old business partner but I can’t even remember their name at this point. Hell, I can’t even remember much of the plot, and even after playing a chapter I remember forgetting almost everything about it pretty much immediately.

9. Wishful Thinking. I actually quite liked this book. It was lighthearted and pretty fun during a time where we needed some lightheartedness to balance out the more intense/angsty book releases. But unfortunately, the plot itself was kinda meh, and since it was a standalone, there was no real reason to remember it. Even worse, this book began the unfortunate trend of reusing background characters as MC’s “close friends”.

8. Foreign Affairs. Remember when FA was announced and, the dumbasses that we were, we were all convinced it would save the fandom from the book drought? Yeah…it feels like such a distant memory now. The book seemed really, really promising. And it could have been. But holy hell, it was executed so poorly and the premise of the plot was so flimsy. What I once thought would be a great book is now one of the ones I just squint at when I remember it even exists.

7. A Very Scandalous Proposal. I’ve talked about this one a little bit before. The main appeal of AVSP was Simon/Ava. If you didn’t like them? Tough shit, buddy. The main goal of the book was to uncover the secrets of the Montjoy family. Unfortunately, PB didn’t give us a reason to care about or find interest in said Montjoy family, which is probably why the book faded from my memory so quick.

6. Passport to Romance. This is kind of a weird one for me. I forget it exists most of the time, but then when I do remember it, I remember how truly terrible it was, while most of the other books on this list aren’t very fresh in my memory. It was so unimpressive, bland, and the characters were tolerable at best and obnoxious at worst (ELLIOT LANGDON).

5. Rising Tides. The book was okay…but it pushed a generic “save the earth” message while forcing us to pay to clean the town. The MC was a sidekick in her own story which would’ve been fine, but Charlie was such an annoying character that it wasn’t even enjoyable. Also, the Big Bads conceded waaaaay too easily at the end. I’m not even exaggerating when I say that I forgot about this book in less than a week after the final chapter aired.

4. Witness: A Bodyguard Romance. Believe it or not, despite how awful this book was, I forgot about it pretty quickly. It could’ve been a really cool story, but it focused too heavily on romance when the MC and Cassian’s lives were on the line quite literally at every second. Other than that…I truthfully do not remember much about this book other than the Irish mob.

3. Ms. Match. This book was decent enough and it didn’t stop releasing until that long ago. However, the plot was one of those “fight to reach the top and win the competition” plots which quite frankly have been overdone in Choices for a few years now. Not to mention, there weren’t a lot of interesting characters except for Maggie and maaaaaybe the MC’s dad but that’s pushing it a little. The reason it’s so high on this list is because it didn’t end that long ago, yet I can’t seem to remember a damn thing about the book, other than that I HATED the love interest.

2. Home for the Holidays. Many moons ago, this was considered one of the worst, if not, THE worst, book in Choices. And many moons ago, I agreed. But the horrific mediocrity of this holiday flurry of fuck was outshined by some truly awful stories and simply faded into obscurity.

1. Sunkissed. As I made this list, I scrolled through the series on the app, and while most books on this list elicited an “oh yeah, I kinda remember this” from me, when I saw this one, I was like “holy shit, I completely forgot this book was even a thing”. While Home For the Holidays and Sunkissed are both sort of (for lack of a better word) Hallmark-y, Sunkissed was longer and, in my opinion, a little sloppier. The book just wasn’t sure what it wanted to be. A lighthearted summer beach romance? A tale of a family’s struggles with grief and interpersonal conflict in the wake of a father and husband’s untimely death? Fuck it, we’ll uncomfortably cram BOTH into the main plot, execution be damned!

#choices stories you play #playchoices #choices stories we play #pixelberry #pixelberry studios #playchoices fandom #choices stories you play fandom #long post #choices stories we play fandom #loooong post #ranking list

[rosesfox]

To what that Anon said, beware im about to get some of similar complaints about ACOSF and Nesta’s growth too storm!

GOD I’m dreading Elain being ruined the way Nesta was for me too especially after how she developed her in ACOSF. Nesta being a warrior can fit any cold female character sure but a character who hasn’t gotten off her ass in the longest suddenly becoming this warrior, joining the blood rite, not having enough scenes with her sisters specifically Feyre and not getting a more in depth apology (Amren’s ass who didn’t even consider Nesta a friend and disrespected her like shit on a boot got a heartfelt apology from Nesta. ON HER MF KNEES. the hell did she do to deserve a better apology than Feyre, was saving her life supposed to replace proper apology dialogue? I guess so 🥴) suddenly knowing archery and it just made her look worse for doing nothing so what was it added to her for and after this long of no one mentioning she could do that? not even believably written, calling Elain a dog, suddenly being passionate about dancing, there being more smut than any Cassian growth or how it overshadowed the plot and proper relationship growth, disrespecting the honor of how and who joins and wins the Blood rite when with the Bat boys it was acclaimed to be so incredibly difficult and they just..won it with hiding “using logic that the men don’t” and magic bracelet manipulation by the queen as a cop out to give them Illyrian titles. I think she made Nesta’s friendship seem YA af too, they acted like middle schoolers in an…adult book. “let’s read smut hehehe” like what series am I reading? A bubble bath and baby Pegasus? Am I reading Percy Jackson or adult fantasy? Too many plot holes, retconning and just poor decisions that she apparently seems oblivious and careless about. Was the editor asleep and just let her write what she wanted to? Apparently yall 😵‍💫

I adore Elain and am worried I won’t like her growth or the way SJM writes her part of book…I’m expecting the same amount of girl bossing and smut as Nesta had no matter what we’ve known Elain to be like. I’m not saying she can’t be freaky but having her do too much does NOT fit her more modest personality. Because I know damn well she’ll write Az incredibly sexual probably even more so than his brothers considering his masterbaiting to even just a gift from Elain, MEDICINE for christs sake. Him being known to have secret lovers and SJM’s bestfriend hyping SJM up for super freaky Az? It’s going to be nasty in their book and let’s hope it makes sense and isn’t overdone like Nessian was and overshadowed proper growth and plot smh. Elain seems super secretive and I hope she doesn’t upset anyone and we have drama in the fandom over her.

All in all, SJM wrote a book I’ve never read so many inconsistencies or flaws in so yeah, I’m nervous that I’ll dislike Elain too. Feyre had the best damn trilogy and growth and I so badly want to love Elains but she seems to be writing worse now, even CC2 had a lot of cringe things, the oversexualization of Bryce and people claiming she’s meant to be a Queen when her maturity and communication and selflessness is barely there..

I went off 🥲 I’m sorry admin but so many people complain about this that imagine how cringe she can write Elain. I don’t even want to see her become a High Lady of Dusk like everyone so badly wants because…hy the hell would my girl become that? What has any other sister besides Feyre done to deserve their own court aside from being a Lady? I love Elain and can say that if she becomes a High Lady I will sell my book and only claim Feyre and leave fandom. This isn’t hate for Elain! that quick ass growth to a High Lady just makes no damn sense. Bring dusk back to life possibly that’d be exciting, heal it bring it back to life sure or do something to the prison but please SJM don’t make her a damn High Lady. That’s it..

i agree with everything you said. i hate it when they make acosf look like a decent book or as if nesta is sarah's most developed character when there are all these inconsistencies and sarah has managed to make the relationship between the sisters even worse.

all your concerns about elain are perfectly understandable. i'm also afraid that sarah's going to make a cheap, disgusting porn like she did in acosf, and that she'll ruin azriel like she did cassian. when we compare it with acosf, it's really scary. i hope she stays true to the personalities of both azriel and elain, as they both exude romanticism and affection and not just sexual energy (since, come on, nessian doesn't have the slightest romantic involvement and there's only sex in the book.)

i also find the oversexualization that sarah has with the characters disgusting and unnecessary. It's not empowering, it's just embarrassing. bryce definitely wasn't fit to be queen and it's not even the kind of development she's had. also, i don't think elain will become a high lady because that theory doesn't make sense and doesn't fit anywhere. helion is more alive than ever and i find it very difficult sarah to kill him for nothing.

my theory is that elain will discover herself as a seer, she will have to interact with azriel and do quests for night court while she makes her own decisions. i want to remain confident that sarah will respect the characters she has created and developed over the years and that it won't change everything.

#pro elain archeron #pro elriel #elain archeron #feyre archeron #anti nesta archeron #anti nessian #anti acosf #bryce quinlan #acotar5

[andorerso]

tell me your every errant thought on survivor pretty pretty please

OKAY everything that comes to mind in no particular order (and under a cut for spoilers)

the whole thing with Bode was so heartbreaking 😭 I saw the betrayal coming when he started acting weird, but I did not expect him to be a Jedi, and I definitely let out a gasp when he used the force against Cal

I understand what they were going for with him, but I'm not sure I was a fan of it. I think he genuinely cared about Cal, and the fact that he didn't even pause for a second in the end, even when his actions were actively putting Kata at risk... like yeah, I get that was the point but I just kinda wish he had a moment of clarity or something.

I have to say though, Kata putting her doll on his burning body was the saddest damn thing I ever saw. I also loved her lullaby (but that ending was unsatisfying I'm sorry)

okay, moving on from all that mess, fuck. the. force tears. seriously. ESPECIALLY the parkour ones. fuck them! there was no reason to make them so difficult 😭 I've finished the main storyline and all of the planets besides Jedha, so I'm dreading what more force tears I'll have to deal with because some of the ones on Koboh were already kicking my ass. I mean I finished them all in the end, but holy hell, the one with all the ziplines made me turn off the game without saving

I can't believe they didn't let BD jump into chests anymore!! outrageous

okay, enough negatives, I DID like this game. the semi open-world was nice, I'm glad they didn't go full open-world with this but having a little space to explore Koboh freely was definitely fun

the outfits. no notes, 10/10. Cal Kestis, fashion king (right after Cassian of course) I loved designing different outfits for every planet, and then matching BD to it <3

so I mentioned previously that I didn't really connect to Greez in Fallen Order (no hate, I was just kinda neutral) but I actually really liked him in this one! idk what changed, if it was just a growing fondness after spending more time with him or what, but I'm glad I was able to appreciate him more

I also loved Merrical. that first kiss moment was really nice <3

Cameron Monaghan is honestly so incredible in this role. couldn't have asked for a better Cal.

live slug reaction. gay. incredible.

when Cal embraces his dark side, and the level up menu goes all red instead of blue.... oof. that did hit me a bit, it was a nice touch.

the fact that Cere was so close to beating Vader 😭😭 that whole fight was so great, and lmao at him being set on fire again afdsgfdsgf

I love that they gave us so many different lightsaber stances and even a blaster! I mean I locked down on my favorite at the beginning and didn't use anything else lmao, but still, I love having the choice

Cal working with Saw!! and Saw being impressed by him, I know that's right. also here's my thesis on Cal meeting Jyn -

#replies #grimm-lynn #okay im sure im missing stuff #but it's what came to mind at the moment #overall i loved the game and i can't tell you which i liked more #because i did enjoy the linear narrative of fallen order #but i think survivor did a great job of expanding the world a bit #sissi plays survivor #jedi survivor spoilers