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theostrophywife · 2 years

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high for this.

masterlist (azriel x reader) author's note: inspired by another song by the weeknd because smoking a blunt with azriel is a concept that i obviously needed to indulge in. warning: drug use and smut. summary: when your older brother bans you from attending the high lord's banquet, you talk azriel into having a celebration of your own with the help of a little mirthroot.

“Are you seriously locking me in a room with Azriel?”

The setting sun projects pink and golden stripes across your bedchambers while you stubbornly cross your arms and level your gaze at your older brother. As you lean against the railing of the balcony, Rhysand rubs his temples and sighs dramatically.

From this vantage point, you could make out Feyre’s shadow as she milled about the House of Wind with Nuala and Cerridwen trailing behind her. Along with the rest of the inner circle, they were getting ready to depart for the Court of Nightmares where a banquet would be held to welcome the other High Lords. A celebration that Rhys had just uninvited you to thanks to a slight altercation with the High Lord of the Spring Court.

“You shocked Tamlin with enough lightning to power all of Prythian,” replies Rhysand. “I think it best if you refrain from attending the festivities until you’ve had time to reflect on your actions.”

You sneer, examining your nails with utter boredom. So what if you used your powers on the spring lordling? He shouldn’t have growled at Feyre if he didn’t want to get hit with a bolt of lightning. Tamlin was practically asking for it.

“Rich of you to say, Rhys. The last time you were in a High Lord’s meeting, you literally took away that twat’s ability to speak.”

Leaning against the moonstone archway of your private balcony, the amused chortle of the shadowsinger draws your attention. “And you,” you point an accusing finger at your would be babysitter. “You nearly killed Eris, yet you came out unscathed. It hardly seems fair.”

Rhys shakes his head. “Why do you think I’m keeping both of you in here?” He picks at an invisible piece of lint from the lapel of his jacket, drawing another eye roll out of you. “At least you’re spared from enduring two hours of Beron’s incessant bitching.”

You grin wickedly as lavender lightning crackles through your fingertips. “Put me in the room and I’ll make sure the Autumn Lord keeps his mouth shut.”

The High Lord sighs. “That’s exactly what I’m trying to avoid, dear sister.” He drags his gaze between you and Azriel with a weary expression. “Please, I’m asking for one night. Just stay here with Az and try not to get into too much trouble.”

You plop down on the velvet loungers lining your balcony with a dramatic flourish. “Fine, but it’s going to cost you.”

Weariness laces through his features as he mutters under his breath, “As if I haven’t been paying the price for nearly five centuries.”

“I heard that, you prick.” You shoot your brother a vulgar gesture. “Just know that my next shopping spree at the Continent is entirely on you.”

“So be it,” Rhys accepts in defeat. He nods at the shadowsinger on his way out. “Keep an eye on her, please and whatever you do, don’t let her fly out of here.”

You roll your eyes. As if either one of them could even catch you once you took to the skies. You were faster than both Rhys and Azriel when it came to flying and both males knew it.

“Yeah, yeah,” you reply haughtily, unfurling your wings as you recline back in your seat. “I promise not to burn the house down, if only for Feyre’s sake.”

On the floor below you, Feyre chuckles and sends you a sympathetic smile. You wink back at your High Lady as Rhysand flies down to her side.

“Try not to have too much fun without me, sissy.”

She throws her head back in laughter as wings protrude from her back. “Wouldn’t dream of it, love.”

You watch with a fond smile as your brother and sister-in-law ascend to the skies. As much as you loved giving Rhysand a hard time, you were bursting with happiness that he’d found the love that he’s deserved all along. The fact that it placed another female in his life that constantly called him out on his shit was also an added bonus.

As they disappear from view, you cross your legs and level your gaze at Azriel. “Now that they’re gone, what should we do first? Raid the wine cellar? Skinny dip in the Sidra? Winnow to the Day Court for a good old fashioned orgy?”

The shadowsinger shakes his head in amusement. “Would it kill you to have a quiet night in for once in your life?”

You gasp dramatically, clawing at your neck and pretending to choke. “My throat is closing up just at the thought of it. You know I’m utterly allergic to boredom.”

Azriel playfully rolls his eyes. “Then I suppose I’ll just have to find a way to entertain you.”

Now that was intriguing. “I’m listening,” you prompt, gesturing for the male to continue.

With whatever strange power the shadowsinger possessed, he conjures an egg roughly the size of your head from the safety of his shadows. The scaled surface reflects the setting sun, catching the light and gleaming an iridescent color as he cradles the unhatched egg in the palm of his hand.

“Is that what I think it is?” you ask in amazement, scooting between the couchettes to get a closer look at the invaluable item.

“A dragon’s egg from deep in the mines of Montesere.”

Azriel hands you the scaled egg and you carefully turn it over in your palm, examining every unique curve and ridge. When you were younger, you became absolutely obsessed with dragons and even convinced your parents to search for an unhatched egg in the Continent, but never had any luck acquiring one due to the rarity of the object. With the dragon’s numbers steadily dwindling, it was hard to even spot the reclusive creatures, much more obtaining their coveted hatchlings.

“How did you get your hands on this?”

Azriel shrugs casually. “I may have slipped a miner a gold coin or two to look the other way.” He watches as you hold the valuable treasure up to the light, a fond smile curving through his lips as you examine it with careful consideration. “I remember how obsessed you were with dragons back when we were younger. You wouldn’t stop spouting random facts about them whenever you could. To the point where Rhys banned you from bringing them up during family dinners.”

You grin, remembering how much you annoyed Rhysand with your endless tidbits about the creatures. “I can’t believe you remember that. It was so long ago.”

The shadowsinger grins. “I hope you like it because I’m still finding ash and soot in places they don’t belong.”

You smile, fingers stilling on the scales as you look up at Azriel. “You went into the mines to bring this back for me?”

He nods. “Couldn’t pass up the chance. Think of it as an early Solstice present.��

The gesture was extremely touching. You couldn’t explain how or why, but the shadowsinger always just knew. Growing up, you and Azriel were the closest. While you cherished your relationships with Rhysand and Cassian, they didn’t understand you quite like Azriel did.

The shadowsinger was your partner in crime, always getting roped into whatever scheme you fancied in the moment, pranking Cas and Rhys while they cruised for females, and even sneaking out with you at late hours in the night if only to keep you safe while out in the city. Even when his brothers deemed it a buzzkill to have their little sister tagging along to their plans, Azriel always made it a point to include you.

Despite the contrast of your loud and boisterous nature to Azriel’s quiet and reserved disposition, your personalities somehow just clicked. The two of you were as thick as thieves and you knew you were Azriel’s favorite no matter how many times he complained about you being a pain in his arse.

To be fair, Azriel was your favorite too. The shadowsinger was your first friend, first person to teach you how to shoot a bow, first male that you’ve ever had a crush on. Even after all this time, you still carried a torch for the dark, broody male. The cliche of falling for your brother’s best friend wasn’t lost on you, but it was impossible to not love Azriel. Especially when he did things like scouring the mines of Montesere just to bring you home a dragon egg.

“Thank you, Azriel. That’s really sweet.” You hug the present to your chest, carrying it over to the nightstand next to your four poster bed where you could admire it every morning and night. “Now I’ll think of you every time I wake up and go to sleep.”

Azriel smirks. “I thought you already did that, princess.” You shoot him a vulgar gesture in response to his self proclaimed nickname for you, which only makes him laugh. “I’m hoping this means you’ll be on your best behavior tonight.”

You snort. “Is the feared spymaster actually trying to bribe me? That’s cute, Azzy.”

“I’m tempted to go back and fetch you another hatchling if you promise to stop calling me that.”

“Never,” you grin wickedly. “Now come on, Azzy. You promised to entertain me.”

Settling into the cushioned seat beside him, you raise a suggestive brow and pull out a tray from underneath the chair. On its mirrored surface sat a roll of papers, a grinder, and a jar full of the most potent mirthroot in Prythian. You cross your legs as you dump the purple clumps of flower onto the glass, packing it tightly into the grinder as Azriel sighs.

“I don’t suppose you bought that from the Rainbow.”

You twist the grinder as it pulverizes the flowers into finer pieces. “Gods, I wish. Good mirthroot is hard to come by nowadays. I paid nearly an arm and a leg for this from a rogue merchant.”

He crosses his legs, unfurling his wings behind him. “I’m going to take a wild guess that smoking mirthroot isn’t on Rhysand’s list of approved activities.”

You childishly stick out your tongue in response. “It’s medicinal.”

Azriel raises an amused brow. “What ailment are you suffering from?”

“I’m looking at him right now.”

The shadowsinger rolls his eyes, but makes no move to stop you as you dump out the crushed flowers onto a slip of rolling paper. He watches in silence as you roll up the spliff, packing it tightly between your slender fingers before running your tongue along the edge of the paper. Azriel zeroes in on the fluid movement, his gaze dipping to your mouth with unabashed scrutiny.

With a teasing smirk, you spark the blunt with a shock of your lightning and place the roll between your lips. You take a slow drag, inhaling the smoke in your lungs as the sweet, heady taste of mirthroot envelopes your senses. Azriel couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. Balancing the blunt between your middle and pointer finger, you offer it to the shadowsinger with a mischievous grin.

“Do you want a hit?” you challenge.

The male shakes his head. “I’m good, princess.”

Displeased by his answer, you blow a ring of smoke towards Azriel as one of his shadows darts through the opening. Mother save him, the husky timbre of your laughter awakens the dark desire slumbering in the pits of his very being. This dangerous attraction he harbors for you was something he’d long tried to bury, telling himself over and over again that you only saw him as a friend and a brother. He was supposed to be watching over you, protecting you, caring for you like Rhys asked, but it was hard to remember his duty when you smiled at him like this.

“Come on, shadowsinger. Live a little.”

“I don’t partake in anything that may alter my mind,” he states matter of factly. “As spymaster, I need to be alert at all times.”

You roll your eyes in response. “Oh please. I’m really supposed to buy into that clean cut warrior bullshit? Like I don’t know all the trouble you, Rhys, and Cas got into when you were still in the camps.”

Azriel chuckles. “Maybe, but that was a long time ago. I’m not the reckless male I used to be.”

“Damn right. That Az was a lot more fun.” He scoffs, feigning a hurt expression. “I know you’ve smoked it before. What’s the harm in having a little puff now?”

Despite his long suffering sigh, a grin breaks out on Azriel’s handsome face. “Fine, but if Rhys asks, this was all your idea.”

Scooting to the edge of his seat, you swing your legs underneath you while the shadowsinger takes the blunt from between your slender fingers. He examines it for a moment before bringing it up to his lips and taking a long drag. The winged warrior’s head rolls back while he inhales the smoke and his long, dark lashes flutter against his sharp cheekbones as he allows the mirthroot to dull his senses.

Azriel hums in satisfaction and the pleased sound sweeps over you like the rumble of an oncoming storm. He lazily opens one eye, grinning when he sees you watching him.

“Like what you see?” he asks cockily.

Your face heats, but you roll your eyes nonetheless. “The sight of the infamous shadowsinger taking that stick up his arse to have fun with me? Absolutely.”

He sticks his tongue out before taking another drag. “Only you could peer pressure me into getting high while I’m supposed to be keeping you out of trouble.”

“It’s not my fault that the big, bad spymaster has a soft spot for me.”

Azriel flicks your nose. “One that you shamelessly exploit.”

You steal the blunt from his fingers, inhaling deeply while his shadows swirl through your wrist. “What are you gonna do, Az? Take me down to that dungeon of yours and punish me?”

The shadowsinger’s eyes darken for a brief second before he chuckles darkly. You can’t tell if it’s the mirthroot or your close proximity, but something shifts in the air between you and Azriel, a building pressure that grows heavier the longer you’re around him. He swipes the spliff from you and carefully places it between his parted lips with a raised brow.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re nothing but trouble?”

You grin, sprawling your limbs over his legs and settling your head between his lap. “Don’t act like you don’t love being my partner in crime.”

“Someone has to keep you in line,” he replies.

With the back of your hand pressed against your forehead, you pretend to swoon. “My knight in shining armor. What would I ever do without you, Az?”

“Smartass.”

Electricity crackles through your fingertips as you send a soft pulse of your power through Azriel’s leg. The shadowsinger yelps in surprise and almost drops the blunt, rolling his eyes in amusement as you catch it between your lips with a wink.

“You’re lucky you’re my favorite, princess.”

Roughly twenty minutes later, you and Azriel were both higher than Mount Ramiel, gazing up at the stars and pointing out obscure shapes within the constellations.

“That one looks like a centaur!” you exclaim, lifting the spliff up to the cluster of stars above you.

“How the hell is that a centaur? It looks like a blob to me.”

“You just lack the imagination, you giant Illyrian baby. That’s clearly a head and look!” you jab Azriel in the ribs with your elbow, causing the shadowsinger to groan dramatically. “If you squint, that’s a horse’s arse right there.”

Azriel bursts out laughing, his typically serious expression replaced by a wide grin and red-rimmed eyes. It was comical to see this side of him. The shadowsinger was always so composed and controlled, the perfect picture of the menacing warrior that the rest of the realm viewed him as, but right now as he doubles over in laughter, all you saw was your best friend letting loose for once.

“We should do this more often,” you state, shifting in Azriel’s lap. He hums in agreement, stirring underneath you as he takes another hit.

You blink, watching as he takes the blunt between his lips, inhaling generously before releasing a puff of smoke that wafts across your open balcony. With his wind blown hair and glazed golden gaze, you can’t help but ogle Azriel. Gods above, no one should appear this attractive while smoking mirthroot. Anyone else would have looked like a sweaty, strung out mess, but not this male. Azriel was absolutely mouthwatering, which was saying a lot given the fact that you currently had cotton mouth thanks to the mirthroot.

The shadowsinger notices the hitch in your breathing and his free hand toys with the hem of your shirt, slipping his scarred fingers beneath the thin fabric. As the mirthroot reaches its peak, you can feel the hazy effects of the drug taking over your senses, clouding your mind with a thick fog of euphoria. Azriel continues to caress you lightly, smirking when you lean into his touch.

It’s a dangerous game that he’s playing. Touching you like this was wrong, so wrong, but it felt right even though it barely scratched the surface of where he wanted his hands to be. Your skin feels like silk underneath his calloused fingers and he swallows thickly as a soft, shallow breath emits from your parted lips. He wanted to devour you, take you apart until it’s his name falling from those lips, but you were both high and he didn’t want anything hindering his thoughts when he kissed you for the first time. No matter how badly he wanted to right now. Azriel blinks, attempting to collect himself and tampering down his greedy desire. For now, the expression of utter bliss on your face would have to satiate his need.

“Are you ready, princess?” he murmurs softly. Your eyes widen in surprise, blinking up at him through the fog of lust clouding your thoughts.

“F-for what?” you ask, the blush blooming high upon your cheeks as your eyes turn upon him, wild and flustered.

Azriel smirks. He loves seeing you like this, blushing fiercely and slipping out of your usual swagger and confidence to don a doe eyed shyness that was rarer than the egg he gifted you with.

For a second, he allows himself to imagine what you’d do if he leaned down and kissed you. Azriel would bet all the gold in the Night Court’s coffers that you’d fit perfectly in his arms, tasting of heady mirthroot and sweetwine, melting into him as he takes your face in his hands, but he stops himself before his imagination gets the best of him.

Instead of indulging himself, Azriel flicks the butt of the spliff and sends ashes scattering all over the moonstone floor. “The blunt. It’s almost out. I think it’s got a hit left, at best.”

You wave a hand, gesturing for him to finish it off. “Just charge me.” Azriel pauses, toying with the blunt between his lips. He raises a brow, which causes you to roll your eyes in response. “Oh relax, Azriel. I promise I won’t bite.”

The damned smirk on Az’s face sends goosebumps throughout your skin. He inhales the last of the smoke, holding it in his lungs as he trails over to you. Sitting upright, you half expect Azriel to back out, but instead, his hands find the back of your neck, angling you towards him before nudging your mouth open with his thumb.

You gladly oblige, feeling a sweep of heat travel through your entire body. Azriel’s mouth barely grazes yours as he exhales the smoke between your parted lips. His warmth, his touch, and his scent washes over like a flood. That golden gaze meets yours, holding you in place as though he was challenging you to cross over that gray area within your friendship.

While you’ve always been more forward than Azriel, something made you hesitate. You flirted with him plenty of times, dropping a suggestive remark followed by a wink here and there, but you’ve never actually acted on your words. For one, you really didn’t feel like dealing with the shitshow of a reaction Rhys would have if he ever found out about the feelings you harbored for one of his closest friends. And two, you weren’t sure you’d be able to handle the fallout if Azriel didn’t feel the same way about you.

You open your mouth to say something, anything, to crush the tension. Luckily, the grumbling of your own stomach beat you to it. Azriel laughs as he holds out a scarred hand.

“Come on, princess. Let’s get you some food.”

You really fucking loved chocolate cake.

More importantly, you loved whatever strange power the Cauldron granted to your sister-in-law to make the House of Wind conjure desert by simply asking for it. With Nesta and Cassian watching over Nyx at the River House, there was no one around to judge you for being high off your arse and tearing into the desert as though your immortal life depended on it.

No one except Azriel, who was currently more inebriated than you at the moment.

The Illyrian warrior dips a finger into the chocolate cake, licking the icing off with a satisfied hum while you teeter beside him. The sexual tension from earlier still lingers between you, but it was momentarily eclipsed by hunger.

“Use a fork, you barbarian.”

The shadowsinger shoots you a vulgar gesture in response, which makes you howl with laughter. You take a swath of icing and smear it on his cheek before running off into a sprint, giggling as he chases you across the kitchen. Azriel waves his sticky hands as he corners you into the dining table, swiping icing and chocolate on your nose while you squeal in protest.

“I really fucking love cake,” Azriel deadpans.

“Truer words have never been spoken.”

Without giving it much thought, you cradle his face in your hands and lick the chocolate off his cheek. Azriel stills as you shift atop the wooden surface of the table, scarred hands clamping down on your wrists as shadows swarm all around you. He settles between your legs, warm breath fanning over you as a devilish grin spreads across his handsome face. It takes every ounce of restraint for Azriel to maintain a small gap between you.

“Do that again and I won’t be able to help myself from taking what I want, princess.”

You inhale sharply as electricity crackles between you. Lavender lightning kisses your fingertips, wreathing itself through your wrists in response to the challenge in Azriel’s stare. The way he was looking at you like he intended to devour you makes the dark, rumbling power come alive in your veins.

The tension between you builds to a crescendo as Azriel examines you with a ravenous grin. Hazel eyes sweep over you, taking in your flushed cheeks, slightly parted lips, and that twinkling lavender gaze that seems to beckon him forth like a magnet. You were breathtakingly exquisite and devastatingly seductive. His own personal brand of poison.

He shouldn’t - he knew he shouldn’t, but when you look at him like that, Azriel couldn’t resist.

“Then take it,” you rasp, never once faltering as your gazes meet.

With your permission, Azriel grabs your face between his hands and crashes his lips onto yours. The sweetness of the icing clings onto his mouth, but you didn’t mind the taste. The kiss was hot, desperate, and full of need like you’ve both been thinking about this moment for gods knew how long. You gasp as Azriel grips the tops of your thighs and yanks you closer to him.

The shadowsinger settles between your legs and you greedily wrap them around his trim waist. Azriel groans into your mouth as his scarred fingers grip the back of your neck, tilting your head up so he can taste more of you. His wicked tongue slips past your parted lips while you fist his hair in your hands.

You’re frantic to feel more of Azriel against you, clawing at his back to take off his shirt while he kisses below your jaw, sucking harshly enough for it to mark. The aftereffects of the potent mirthroot heightens your senses and your body crackles with electricity while the shadowsinger knocks the plates and cups off of the dining table and presses his bare chest against you. Azriel is displeased to find fabric separating you and he’s unlacing your corset with such speed that it falls to the floor before you could even blink. With your torso exposed, he wraps you in a warm embrace and you claw at his back from the sensation. The skin on skin contact ignites your entire body. Azriel hikes the hem of your skirt past your thighs, watching as you shamelessly throw your head back and moan.

“Do you even know how long I’ve thought about this?” Azriel murmurs, nipping at your ear while his rough hand slides up your thigh. “The things I’ve imagined doing to you. Look at me, princess.” He pauses just below your lace panties and you buck at his hand while he chuckles, low and dark and dangerously seductive. “If I touch you, I don’t want it to be because you’re high off of mirthroot. If I touch you, I want you to know that its because I’ve loved you since the first moment I laid eyes on you.”

Your heart swells at the sight of this beautiful male. So perfect yet so unaware of how much he consumed your very being. “If you hadn’t noticed, I’m embarrassingly, ridiculously, and head over heels in love with you.”

You grip his wrist, staring at him with an unwavering gaze. “No amount of drugs will change the fact that I’ve wanted you since I knew what it meant to want a male.” Azriel growls as you direct his hand to the growing slickness dampening your lace panties. “I want you, Azriel. Whether I’m sober, drunk, or high off my ass, it’s always you.”

Relief floods the shadowsinger all at once. He’d spent centuries resisting this desire, afraid that you wouldn’t feel the same way about him, but one look at your soft, lavender eyes and he was overwhelmed by the sincerity swimming in your gaze.

Try as he might to fight it, Azriel has always known. You were his and he was yours. It was written in the stars.

“It’s always been you for me, too.” Azriel states as he cups your cheek. “My partner in crime.”

“And your favorite.”

The shadowsinger chuckles. “And what does my favorite want now?”

You grin. ”I want you to kiss me, Az.”

Azriel didn’t need to be told twice. The kiss is sweet at first, full of tender care while he softly pushes you backwards onto the dinner table, but all bets are off as soon as you bite down on Az’s bottom lip. He growls, yanking your panties down in one swift move. You shudder as his hand palms your exposed cunt.

You grip the edge of the wooden table, cake and icing squishing between your fingers as Azriel runs his digits over your slit. He laughs as you flick chocolate off your wrist and one of his shadows brings your hand up to the Illyrian male’s mouth as he licks away the remnants of the icing. The sight is sensual and has you pressing your thighs together at how sexy this male was without even trying.

“The cake is delicious, but I bet you taste even sweeter.”

A shiver shudders through your wings as they flare behind you. The only warning Azriel gives you comes in the form of a smirk before he’s kneeling between your legs and devouring your pussy like he’s been starved for centuries.

A scarred hand clamps down on both sides of your hips, holding them in place as your back arches off the wooden table. The sticky remnants of desert are all over you and Azriel, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“We’re making a mess,” you breathe in amusement, gasping as Azriel prods his tongue between your flaps and laps up your dripping arousal.

He smirks against your skin before dragging icing through the inside of your thighs. Mischief twinkles in those caramel eyes while he kisses the side of your knee.

“I guess I’ll just have to lick you clean then.”

A male of his word, Azriel delivers on the promise and feasts on you until you’re cuming not once, but twice on his tongue. His skilled tongue devours any trace of the icing from the inside of your thigh and you shiver as he does so without breaking eye contact. As you come undone above him, Azriel savors the way your features contort with pleasure, all heavy lids and swollen lips while the back to back orgasms rack through your beautiful form.

Feminine wings splay out across the table and he gently caresses the lavender membrane, so soft and lovely underneath his touch. The fond smile on Azriel’s face tugs at your heartstrings. You were a fool to ever try to deny yourself of this male.

“Az, please,” you breathe, cupping his cheek. “I need you.”

Azriel kisses you softly and you moan into his mouth, fingers undoing the front of his leathers as he shrugs out of his clothing. His cock springs free from its constraints, long and thick just as you imagined it would be. Your mouth goes dry at the sight of Azriel in all his naked glory.

His tall, powerful form, those broad shoulders and solid chest, the perfectly sculpted abs, the battle scars marring his beautiful golden brown skin - you wanted it all.

“Are you sure, baby?” A glimpse of the Azriel you knew and loved shines through, always putting your needs above his own.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything, Azriel.”

The shadowsinger smiles, dipping down to give you a soft kiss before lining himself up towards your entrance. With his forehead pressed against yours, Azriel carefully slides into your pussy. Your mouth falls slack as you adjust to take in his length, gasping at his considerable size.

Azriel watches your face with rapt attention, brushing stray strands of your dark hair to the side while he fills you to the hilt. He nuzzles his nose against yours with endless patience even though his entire body was aching to move, to fuck into you until you were screaming his name.

“You’re so big, Az,” you groan as he holds your hips in place. “It feels like you’re splitting me apart.”

“I’ll be gentle, princess.”

You open your eyes, watching this male hovering above you. His golden brown skin is covered in a light coating of sweat, giving him an angelic glow and making his raven locks stick to his sharp cheekbones. You’ve waited too long for this. You didn’t want Azriel to hold anything back. You want him to unleash all of the pent up tension and show you how much he really wants you.

“Don’t, Azriel. Never lessen yourself for me,” you breathe, cupping his cheek. “I want all of you. Even the parts that you’re scared to let anyone else see. You and I, we’re one and the same. I know you. I see you. I understand you. You don’t ever have to hold back with me.”

Azriel growls, scarred hands gripping the wood so tightly that you wouldn’t be surprised if he broke the table in half.

“I fucking love you,” the shadowsinger declares.

You smile, leaning up to kiss him. “I fucking love you too, Azriel.”

Lightning meets shadow as your bodies intertwine, light and dark, day and night, a match and an opposition in every way, dancing while your very souls merged into one. Azriel was the beginning, middle, and end.

You cling onto him for dear life while his strokes awaken the thrumming power in your veins. The shadowsinger’s hips snap to yours at a relentless pace, unleashing all of himself and holding nothing back.

“Fuck, Az. Right there,” you whine as Azriel’s tip hits the sensitive spot that threatens to make you come undone. He ruts his hips into yours and you cry out at how good it feels, how right it was to have him filling you over and over again. “Gods, don’t stop baby.”

Azriel snarls, kissing you deeply as your lips meet with a clash of teeth and tongue, devouring one another like you were trying to crawl into each other’s skin just to feel the closeness you were both craving.

“So close,” Azriel moans into your mouth. His strokes cause your legs to shake as the pressure builds up in your lower abdomen. “You’re so wet and tight. I could stay buried in you for hours, princess. But I know you want to cum.”

You whimper as his shadows find your clit and nipples, the cold whisps heightening the pleasure and making you feel overstimulated. The sensuous touch is dark and erotic, a seductive caress over your body. Azriel groans when the scent of your arousal wafts up to him, utterly turned on by the fact that you’re unraveling with the help of his shadows.

“Let go baby, I’ve got you.”

As if on command, the most intense orgasm racks through your body. Lightning wreaths through your wings and Azriel’s own peak reaches soon after. He swiftly pulls out of you with the intention to spill his seed onto your stomach, but you grip his hips and pump his cock into your mouth, swallowing every drop of his cum while you look up at him through your lashes.

The curses that fall from his lips is the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard. Azriel’s hazel eyes glow golden, biting his lip at the absolutely filthy act of you getting on your knees and sucking him off like he was your lifeline. He pulls you up to his chest, not hesitating to kiss you even though his taste lingers in your mouth.

“I didn’t want you to have all the fun,” you say with a wink.

Azriel chuckles. “Gods, you’re going to be the death of me.”

“Too bad. You’re stuck with me now.”

The shadowsinger wraps you in his arms, pressing a gentle kiss on your temple. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, princess.”

By the time Rhys and Feyre returned, you and Azriel had fallen asleep under the stars in your balcony. After cleaning up the mess that you made in the kitchen, you retired to your bedchambers and took a long bath which ended in slow, gentle sex where you explored one another’s bodies without any rush. Having satisfied the initial tension during your kitchen escapade, it was easier to exercise patience instead of clawing at one another out of need.

Needless to say, the eventful night left both of you knackered, but neither one wanted to sleep for fear of missing a single second of this magical shift in your relationship. You spent the rest of the night talking about anything and everything with you cuddled into Azriel’s arms like it was your own personal safe haven.

That’s how your brother and sister-in-law found you, nuzzled into Azriel’s neck with his wings curved protectively around you. The impact of Rhys and Feyre’s landing stirs you from your sleep and you blink drowsily into the twilight.

“I’m surprised to see that the House is still standing,” Rhys states sarcastically. “Anything interesting happen while we were gone?”

You share a look with Azriel and bite back a laugh. Rhysand furrows his brows while Feyre surveyed you then Azriel, then you again. Her eyes widen with realization.

“What is it, Feyre darling?” The High Lord looks utterly confused. His gaze darts down to Azriel’s boots. “Why is there cake on your shoes, Az? And why does it smell like-“ Rhys blanches as Feyre grips his shoulder.

“For fuck’s sake!” Your older brother exclaims. “You were supposed to be keeping an eye on her, Az.”

“I’m sure his gaze never left hers this whole night,” Feyre says with an amused smirk.

You cross your arms. “That’s not helping, sissy.”

Your sister-in-law holds her hands up. Azriel’s wing curves around your shoulder like a shield and Rhys instantly clocks the gesture.

“Don’t blame her. I’m the one who started it.”

A blatant lie. One that your brother clearly sees right through, but his face softens as the silence stretches and you knew then that the two males were having a silent conversation, mind to mind. Whatever Azriel says to him seems to lessen the blow.

“I’m not thrilled at the prospect of my sister dating my best friend, but I can’t say it’s the worst thing in the world,” Rhys concedes. Stars wink into existence within his violet gaze as he levels an intimidating stare at Azriel. “I’m sure I don’t have to remind you of what will happen if you hurt my baby sister.”

You roll your eyes. Despite the fact that you were five centuries old, Rhysand would never stop seeing you as his bratty baby sister.

“I know, Rhys. You’ll skin me alive and hang me by my wings.”

The High Lord smirks. “I doubt it would even get that far, Az. She’ll fry you from the inside out if you ever step out of line and Feyre and I will deal with what’s left.”

“My mate and his flair for the dramatic,” Feyre says with an eye roll. She clasps you and Azriel’s hands into her own, squeezing giddily. “I, for one, am happy that this is finally happening. I’ve been rooting for you two since day one.“

Rhys scoffs. “Whose team are you on, Feyre darling?”

“Sissy’s, obviously,” she responds as she winks at you. “Now come Rhys, let’s leave the lovebirds alone.”

You watch in amusement as Feyre herds Rhys towards the open air, but not before your brother sends you a reprimand through your mental shield that you respond to by sticking out your tongue. Azriel chuckles while you watch the High Lord and Lady fly away.

“What did you say to Rhys?”

Azriel pulls you to his chest and kisses your hair. “I told him how much I love you. I promised to protect you, watch over you, and put your happiness above my own. Always.”

“What did my dear brother have to say about that?”

He only grins. “Rhys said he knows, because he’s witnessed me do it for nearly five centuries.”

That brought a smile to your face. “Did he have to be that dramatic about it?”

Azriel cradles you in his arms, smirking slightly. “No, but I’m afraid it runs in the family, princess.”

“You’re lucky I like you, Az.”

“You love me.” You giggle, nodding in agreement as he kisses your nose. “And I love you.”

“Love you too, my partner in crime.”

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The Ingenuity Rover's Helicopter, nicknamed Ginny, is broken and alone

"In this most recent photo of Ingenuity, the dual-rotor 'copter can be seen motionless on a sandy dune in the background, as a barren, rocky Mars landscape fills the foreground.

The photo was taken on Feb. 4, 2024, at 1:05 p.m. local mean solar time, a little over two weeks since it suffered its mission-ending damage.

NASA and JPL's Ingenuity helicopter on the surface of Mars as seen by the Perseverance rover's Mastcam-Z camera on Feb. 4, 2024.

Ingenuity suffered damage to its rotors during a flight on Jan. 18 as it made a landing on a featureless, "bland" patch of sandy Martian landscape. The helicopter usually makes use of landscape features such as rocks to help it navigate, but its 72nd flight found the drone without visual cues.

The Jet Propulsion Laboratory (JPL) is still analyzing the damage to Ingenuity's blades, but regardless of what JPL finds, the helicopter's mission has officially come to an end now that it's no longer capable of flight.

Ingenuity landed alongside its robotic companion, the Perseverance rover, on Feb. 18, 2021. When it took to the Martian skies in April 2021, Ingenuity made history by conducting the first flight of a powered aircraft on another planet.

The Ingenuity-Perseverance duo has been exploring an area known as Jezero Crater ever since, discovering signs of ancient bodies of water on the Red Planet that may have once harbored life billions of years ago. Ingenuity served as a scout for Perseverance, identifying areas of interest for the rover to explore.

In recent weeks as NASA and JPL have been coming to terms with the end of Ingenuity's groundbreaking mission, agency leaders have praised the helicopter and the teams behind it.

'We couldn't be prouder or happier with how our little baby has done,' said Teddy Tzanetos, Ingenuity Project Manager at JPL, during a livestreamed tribute to the helicopter on Jan. 31. 'It's been the mission of a lifetime for all of us. And I wanted to say thank you to all of the people here that gave their weekends, their late nights. All the engineers, the aerodynamic scientists, the technicians who hand-crafted this aircraft.'

Tiffany Morgan, NASA's Mars Exploration Program Deputy Director, added that Ingenuity leaves behind a legacy that could pave the way for future aerial missions on other worlds.

This image, which shows the shadow of a damaged rotor on NASA's Mars helicopter Ingenuity, was taken after its 72nd and final flight on Jan. 18, 2024 on the Red Planet.

'The NASA JPL team didn't just demonstrate the technology, they demonstrated an approach that if we use in the future will really help us to explore other planets and be as awe-inspiring, as amazing, as Ingenuity has been,' Morgan said during the livestream.

NASA is already developing another drone destined for another world, the nuclear-powered Dragonfly, to someday explore Saturn's largest moon, Titan. The agency expects Dragonfly to launch no earlier than 2028."

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Golden Doe in a Valley of Shadow: Chapter Fifteen (Ao3 Azriel x Elain Fanfic)

Who's afraid of little old me?

Welcome to the Blood Duel. I am genuinely so excited for you guys to read this chapter. I am also overjoyed and delighted to share the name of our doe, Lily! Thank you so much @elrieldreamer for the beautiful name! I wound up really honing in on the meaning behind Lily of the Valley, which thematically was just so perfect and wrote in beautifully. But I also want to remind everyone who may not have seen it that her inspiration was the connection between the Hebrew meanings of all their names! For the sneak peek of this chapter, I will be dropping the little snippet of Azriel and Elain naming Lily. It truly came out so sweet and perfect, I couldn't be happier!

As always, if you are not caught up you can find your chapter on the master list here. Link to the new chapter will be below.

Please note there are some graphic descriptions of the duel and pain/violence in this chapter, which we have not seen yet in this fic. So be advised!

Preview:

Elain

Elain and Azriel did not make love that evening. They just held each other. As she lay awake in bed, everyone’s words and the loosely formed plan rattled around her mind. She tried to compartmentalize. To let her thoughts sort themselves into the locked boxes she had grown so accustomed to, and focus on Azriel’s steady presence. His soothing night chilled mist and cedar scent. The scent of the mountainside and skies. His strong arms and steady heartbeat. If he was afraid, he did not let it show on his face or in his scent.

“Elain?” He whispered into the crook of her neck.

“Yes?” She replied.

“I know I have no right to ask another favor of you, considering what you are about to do tomorrow…” he trailed off.

Elain stroked his cheek. “What is it?”

“I was wondering,” he smiled softly, “if you would give me the honor of naming our doe. Since you were the one who got to name Argus.”

Elain smiled, something tight in her chest easing. “Of course, shadowsinger.” She kissed him softly. “What did you have in mind?”

“There’s a flower, Lily of the Valley. Just like Argus held meaning for you from the human lands, Lily holds meaning in ours. It means joy, love, and happiness. Which is everything you have brought into my life.” Elain’s breath caught in her chest. “And some communities believe Lilies of the Valley to be symbols of luck. Which is what I hope you will carry with you tomorrow. Argus to guard you, and Lily to bring you luck.” He grinned sheepishly. “What do you think?”

“Lily," she breathed. "It’s perfect.” Elain’s heart swelled as she smiled, and nuzzled further into him.

Azriel held out his hand and Argus and Lily appeared on the bed. Elain sent her light over Lily, and the little creatures spun in a few circles before curling up next to each other at the foot of the bed.

Joy. Love. Happiness. Luck. It was so thoughtful, so considerate. Her heart sang.

“I love you,” he whispered softly into the shell of her ear.

“I love you too, Azriel,” she replied.

There was nothing more to say after that. She let the soothing feel of Azriel’s scent and strength, and the comforting presence of Argus and Lily, finally settle the last dregs of anxiety clawing at her mind. She fell into a sound sleep.

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part ten: shadowed skies.

Martyn meets the survivors.

We made it to the end of part one! part two is where stuff really kicks in, and I hope you'll enjoy what my friend and I have been cooking, the following arc really is somethin' special <3

The world was dark.

The temperature was freezing, yet Martyn felt no cold wind.

He couldn’t feel anything at all except for the chill that encapsulated his whole body. He opened his eyes.

The sea prince was in front of him.

It still had that intent stare, its eyes locked on Martyn as it tilted its head, as if trying to understand the human in front of it. Martyn’s head told him to flee, but he remained frozen, locked in the staring contest. His fingers twitched, but he couldn’t move any more than that.

Somehow, it felt oddly calming.

The sea prince’s eyes glowed in the abyssal ocean, shining a spotlight on Martyn as a low rumble escaped its throat. The very water shook as the creature swam closer, and soon enough its face filled his entire vision as Martyn’s heart pounded out of his chest.

He wanted to scream, but no sound escaped him.

The sea prince opened its mouth, the light from its eyes revealed the row of sharp, man-eating teeth as it spoke.

“MARTYN…”

How did it know his name?

Its voice was both familiar and unfamiliar. He wasn’t sure why.

It formed a sinister grin on its face. Martyn saw his reflection on the monster’s teeth as it loomed above him.

Martyn could only widen his eyes in horror as the demon opened its mouth and shut it around him, trapping him in the warm darkness as it swallowed.

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Martyn screamed.

He jolted up, holding one of his hands to his chest as he gripped his shirt. It was dry. He was dry. He focused on his breathing.

He wasn’t in the water.

He looked around the room. It was dark, but the walls were dimly lit by warm lantern light and candlefire flickers, the windows filtered the starry night sky into the room. Martyn felt the slight tremble of the ship as it passed through the ocean, sounds of the water lapping against the wood and metal walls as the familiar smell of salt filled his lungs. Martyn narrowed his eyes, seeing the wooden cabinets with glass doors that held bottles and bandages, and the counters strewn with all sorts of medical equipment and tools. The operating table lay in the center of the room, thankfully not freshly used. There were a few empty beds near his sides, and four chairs that faced his bed.

Ah, he was in the sick bay.

Martyn turned his head to the door as he heard the sounds of footsteps. He sighed and smiled as he saw Lizzie enter, holding a small lantern. She hung it on a nearby hook and approached him.

“I see you’re awake,” Lizzie sat on one of the empty chairs. She tilted her head, “I heard the scream. Are you alright?”

Martyn sighed. “I’m alive, at least,” he glanced at the porthole window and narrowed his eyes. “What time is it?”

“Late,” Lizzie shrugged, covering her mouth as she yawned. Martyn must’ve woken her up. “The others are taking shifts outside, the Kites don’t seem keen on going to sleep.”

“The Kites?”

“The survivors. They’re… a lot to handle, but after you passed out and with the amount of damage on the ship, we’re heading to the nearest island.” Lizzie smiled, Martyn could see the fatigue on her face.

Must be another hunting crew, then.

But what were they doing near the border? Martyn had assumed people avoided the area. There were all sorts of stories and ideas that came out of it, ones that scared people enough to never want to sail even remotely near it, but this crew had seemingly been sailing this area on purpose. He remembered they didn’t even want the Canaries' help at all, even after their ship was destroyed. What was up with that?

“That makes sense.” Martyn scratched his head.

He looked at the ground. He wouldn’t have passed out if he had listened to Grian. If he wasn’t so impulsive, maybe they could’ve taken on that sea prince. Maybe Martyn wasn’t sure what would’ve happened if they did fight that sea prince. That oddly pretty, elusive sea prince.

“I’m sorry for acting up.”

Lizzie sighed, shaking her head. “Don’t apologize to me. I wasn’t there,” she glanced at the doorway, “Grian’s outside, but I don’t know if he’s up to talking yet.”

Martyn bit his lip. He didn’t know how to address it to Grian. Would Grian be mad at him? Upset? He didn’t know the extent of Grian’s feelings, especially after he’d said Jimmy’s name in his outburst. Martyn stayed quiet, and the two looked away from each other as the night breeze flowed into the room, an uneasy chill wafted over them.

Lizzie finally stood up, giving Martyn a small smile as she began to walk out of the room, “Just get some rest for now, okay? It’s a first for anyone to see you like that. Must have shaken you up bad, whatever it was….” She held the door frame and hesitated, her eyebrows furrowed. Martyn could see the concern on her face. “I will,” Martyn nodded. He couldn’t remember acting like that towards the others before. The thought of being vulnerable was weird. He had to be strong. He needed to be. He should– He would be fine after some rest. He smiled back, “Goodnight, Lizzie.”

“Goodnight, Martyn.”

Martyn laid back on the bed, pulling up his blanket as he tried to rest for the night. He slowed his breathing and closed his eyes. He wanted to rest, but he could feel the sea prince’s presence as if it was still there. He could hear its thundering heartbeat, still feel the chill against his body, and he could see the way it looked at him.

It didn’t eat you.

Yet Martyn could still imagine his reflection on the monster’s fang. It was incredibly large, but Martyn felt an ease of calmness and stillness from it. There was some grace in its movement Martyn couldn’t figure out. He didn’t want to.

He shook his head. Stop thinking about it. Just stop thinking about it. You need sleep.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

When he shut his eyes, he hoped for a dreamless sleep.

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The sounds of sea birds calling to sunrise woke Martyn up. He rubbed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair. Daylight lit up the whole room and Martyn could faintly smell the smoke coming from the unlit lanterns. Someone must have came down to blow them out recently. He sighed, at least he didn’t have another nightmare.

Best to get up now.

Martyn got out of bed and stretched his arms, yawning. Everything looked normal. He got his bag and knife and stashed it on his person then exited the sick bay. His eyes squinted to adjust to the morning light, blinking several times as he popped his head out of the lower deck to scan around.

He wasn’t the only one awake, but that didn’t mean everyone was up.

Martyn saw Joel and Mumbo by the steering wheel, and Bdubs was polishing some of the harpoons, but no sight of Grian, Lizzie, Cleo or Scar. There were a couple of Kites awake too, minding their own business as they lingered on the sides of the ship and talked amongst themselves. Martyn walked up to Joel and Mumbo. The two smiled when they saw him.

“Good morning,” Martyn smiled back at the two. “How are you two doing?”

“Doing fine. How was your sleep?” Joel glanced at Martyn. “No nightmares, I’d hope.”

“Lizzie told you?”

Joel shrugged, “Of course she did,” he put a hand on his chest and smirked, “It’s my duty as a captain to keep everyone sane.”

Martyn chuckled and rolled his eyes, “Oh yes, honorable captain.” He gave a mock salute as he, Joel, and Mumbo shared a laugh. Both Joel and Grian never let their authority as captains rule the ship. They were all treated as equals, which Martyn appreciated. They were all friends outside of hunter work, no reason to have any changes here.

Unlike some other group, Martyn thought bitterly. Those Kestrels… they never treated him like a friend, maybe it hurt less when he left because there was no one he cared about other than Ren.

Martyn hoped his standing with Grian didn’t change. It didn’t look like his relationship changed with Joel at all, but Martyn wasn’t sure. Grian likely told Joel, given that they were brothers.

Martyn sighed. Joel dropped his smile and raised an eyebrow, nudging Mumbo as he gestured to Martyn in a clear indication for him to start talking.

“What happened down there?” Mumbo asked, tilting his head as he looked at Martyn, “What did you see?”

Ah, there it is.

It made sense for them to ask him, but Martyn still wasn’t sure how to answer. The image of the sea prince burned in his mind, but articulating it was a whole different story. His throat seemed to tighten.

“I saw…,” Martyn stared outwards, furrowing his eyebrows together as Mumbo leaned in. “I… saw… I don’t know.” He lied, shaking his head.

Why was talking about it so hard? Martyn rubbed his forehead as he leaned against the railing. Mumbo hummed before his eyes widened and leaned closer to Martyn.

“It’s a new beast?” Mumbo grinned and opened his notebook, looking at Martyn expectantly. “Now you have to tell me.” One of Mumbo’s eyes twitched. The man loved his research, but maybe it was something Martyn could discuss with him when he actually understood what he’d experienced.

Martyn waved his hand, brushing the thought away, “It’s hard to describe it,” he looked away. “Just… let me process things first.”

Joel spoke, but his eyes were forward and his voice low, “That beast must’ve really gotten to you.”

“Yeah, it did,” Martyn crossed his arms. “The rumors of the world border being a place with dangerous beasts was true.”

And the thought of a sea prince being there was true, too.

“Just so long as you don’t forget. We can explore it more later. We’re heading back to shore for now,” Joel looked at Martyn and Mumbo, then gestured forward. “There should be an island this way.”

“Oh, good,” Martyn sighed. It wasn’t uncommon for the Canaries to take a stop once in a while, but they had people on board. Martyn wasn’t sure what the Kites would do, but he wanted to make sure they were well-off before they parted ways. More hunters out at sea was better, especially before winter sets in. “I’d want to talk to those Kites a bit and see what their deal is.”

Joel laughed, “Goodluck with that,” he rolled his eyes. “Most of them really don’t like us.”

“With my charms? I think I’ll win them over,” Martyn grinned. Joel and Mumbo looked at him with barely veiled amusement. “I’ll see you later!” Martyn called as he waved and left, looking at some of the unfamiliar faces as Mumbo and Joel resumed their previous conversation about their favorite foods, smiling and laughing as they teased at the other’s food choices.

Martyn walked down and stood against the railing, wondering who to approach first.

It seemed like the Kites wanted to approach him instead.

“Hey, you, guy with the bandana!” A boy called out. He had brown scruffy hair and brown eyes with a red bandana and vest, a light brown collared shirt and a lime green sash tied to his waist. Martyn’s eyes widened as the boy approached him, the dusty-rose haired Kite following a couple steps behind him. The boy looked up at Martyn, his hands on his hips, “What happened to you back there? I thought you king’s hunters were good at what you do.” He crossed his arms with a smug look on his face.

“We are good at what we do! There’s no monster attacks now, are there?” Martyn cracked a smile, trying to keep his tone light. He tilted his head, “And my name’s Martyn, what are your names?”

“Tubbo, and this guy’s Bek,” Tubbo gestured to himself and Bek. “Still, it's pretty sad if you climb out of cold water and the first thing you do is pass out.” He raised his eyebrows.

Don’t get upset. They’re frustrated. It’s better to deal with them than with the Kestrels.

“No it isn’t,” Martyn spoke quickly, trying hard not to put any malice in his tone. “It’s a justifiable reaction! Anyone would after experiencing that.”

“Not us! We’re Kites, we live for the fight,” Bek grinned manically, one of his eyes twitched. “You jumped off and stabbed the scuttler straight through its scales! That’s awesome! You should be proud of it, not up and collapse.”

Martyn shook his head, forcing a laugh. “I’m not saying I’m not proud of it, but it was a risky move.”

It also caused Grian to be pretty distraught. Martyn glanced away and bit his lip, rubbing the back of his neck. Hopefully they could make up later, he didn’t want to grow any distance between him and Grian.

It didn’t feel right.

“Embrace the risk! You can’t live in safety forever– live a little!” Tubbo gave Martyn a little nudge with his elbow and grinned.

Martyn raised his hands, “That’s not really how we operate–”

Bek groaned, “Oh come on. You’re the king’s hunters, you get spoiled, so you don’t try anything new. That’s so boring.”

Martyn felt himself bristle. Being the king’s hunters meant they were the best of the best. Martyn was proud of himself and his crew for getting that far, so to be told they were spoiled brats like the Kestrels were forced a small groan out of him. It wasn’t his fault the king chose the best of the best, and it wasn’t his fault that the best of the best just wasn’t the Kites. The Canaries were capable of handling dangerous missions– they were a better crew for missions the king sent hunters on- the best!

Bek wrapped their arm around Tubbo, “Let’s go, Tubbo, clearly he doesn’t get it. Later, Martie.” He rolled his eyes and waved at Martyn before walking away. Tubbo stuck his tongue out and the two approached other Kites instead.

“It's Martyn!” Martyn crossed his arms.

They weren’t going to be there for too long, he tried to console himself, once they got a new ship and arranged for some supplies, Martyn wouldn’t have to deal with them anymore. Hopefully that won’t be too far from now.

“Tough crowd, huh?”

Martyn flinched at the sudden voice. He turned to see the cooperative survivor. She looked at Tubbo and Bek before looking back at Martyn and giving him a smile, “Don’t worry about them, they aren’t used to being helped,” she placed a hand to her chest. “I think what you did was amazing. It must’ve taken a lot of heart to dive into a whirlpool just to kill the thing.”

Martyn smiled, “Thank you, you’re…”

“Katherine. My name’s Katherine. It’s nice to meet you too, Martyn.”

Katherine leaned against the railing, propping her arms against it as her body faced the sea. “I’m not going to ask about… that, as you don’t seem to be keen on sharing,” she motioned to the ocean and back to Martyn. “But how are you feeling now?”

“Honestly? I feel good to be alive, I’ve never felt so… helpless, before.” Martyn’s eyebrows furrowed as he stared at the floor. He’s been training to be a hunter all his life, so he knew to be prepared for certain situations. But that situation was so unlike any other he’d faced before.

Who would be prepared to suddenly stare a sea prince in the face?

“You look like you’ve been in the hunting scene for a while now,” Katherine laughed. She raised an eyebrow, “And you’re telling me you’ve never had that feeling before now?”

“Not exactly,” Martyn shrugged, “I’ve been training to be a hunter my whole life–”

“That’s a lot of hunting,” Katherine smiled, “Where does your passion come from?”

“What do you mean?”

Katherine blinked. She stayed quiet for a couple of seconds before giggling, “Your passion! What drives you forward! Something that helps you realize how great you’ve been doing,” she waved her hand, “Riches, fame, love… any of that.”

“I… I don’t know,” Martyn paused. He leaned his back against the railing and looked up at the blue sky above them. After a long moment, he turned to Katherine, “What’s yours?”

“How do you not know?” Katherine’s eyes widened, but still had a playful smile on her face. “You’ve been hunting for years, even the king thinks you’re great hunters– and there’s nothing pushing you forward?” She didn’t wait for a response. “But fine, I’ll tell you mine,” she shrugged and rolled her eyes. “My girlfriend waits for me. Rather– she travels, I move around a lot, but we always end up seeing each other. I miss her every day, but she knows I’ll come back for her.”

Just like a certain someone.

Scott was always waiting for Martyn back on the isle. Martyn wondered what the ginger got up to whenever Martyn left with the Canaries. Did Scott miss Martyn as much as Martyn did Scott? He blushed at the thought. The thought that Scott missed him made Martyn feel warm.

“That’s nice, I do have someone like that, then,” Martyn chuckled. “At the end of every month, I come home to see this guy, and it hurts my heart to leave him all the time.”

“Then stay with him longer,” Katherine shrugged. “The monsters can wait.”

“That’s the thing, I can’t–”

“Can’t, or won't?” Katherine raised an eyebrow and smirked. “If the guy cares for you, and you care for him, you have to sort something out, you know?”

Martyn scratched the back of his head. He sighed, “It’s… complicated.”

“Love is complicated, trust me. But I swear, the motivation to see the person you care about the most will cause you to do crazy things,” Katherine chuckled, staring into the ocean. “You can’t be an effective hunter if you can’t catch your prey, you know?”

“What?”

“Humor me a bit, Martyn!” Katherine pushed Martyn with a giggle. “You’re passionate about hunting, and you aren’t sure why, but this guy consumes your life the moment you see him again. You want to return to him, don’t you?”

“I do,” Martyn nodded. “More than anything.”

“And you almost died, right?”

Martyn paused. He looked at the ground and placed his hands in his pocket. “...right.” His eyebrows furrowed at the thought.

He almost died.

He would’ve broken Scott’s promise.

That must never happen.

He can’t imagine how Scott would react to his death. He didn’t want to imagine it.

Katherine placed a hand on Martyn’s shoulder. “Then channel that. You’re going to come home to him, and you’re going to fight for it.”

Martyn smiled back. “I will,” he turned to look at Katherine. “But why are you giving me this talk?”

“Because I like your spirit,” Katherine removed her hand from Martyn's shoulder and stretched. “And to really be a hunter, you need that drive.” She smiled at him.

Martyn nodded. The sooner this was all over, the sooner he’d get to see Scott. He would do whatever it took to go back home to him. Maybe it was stupid to only realize his drive now, but that sea prince encounter would change his life forever.

“Anyway, I’ll leave you to think about it,” Katherine shrugged. “I’ve got a letter I need to start writing. I’ll see you around!” She gave Martyn a small wave, and he waved back. He watched Katherine walk downstairs, then he turned back to the open sea behind him.

The wind rustled through his messy blonde hair as he let out a sigh. He inhaled the smell of the salty sea and listened to the sounds of the water against the ship’s wood and metal frame as white, puffy clouds passed them by. He turned to face the front of the ship, where he saw the island they were about to dock at.

Multiple tall, spiraling rocks towered over the water like a stone forest. The clouds overhead were no longer small and white but instead dark and stormy. Thick mist wrapped around the island like a veil, secluding it from the outside world.

It didn’t look like it was a friendly place, but it was the closest island they could seek refuge on. They’d never ventured this far south before, so maybe there were better options, but it was too late to turn back now. Martyn heard the sound of muffled, distant conversations, either between the Kites or his crew, he wasn’t sure. Martyn lingered on his talk with Katherine.

Whatever might end up happening on this island, Martyn swore he’d come back alive. It looked dangerous, but his priority was returning to Scott. He was going to come home alive.

Not even the sea prince could stop him.

“I’ll keep my promise, Scott. Just wait for me.”

#the sea prince au #sea prince chapters #limited life smp #limited life #life series #life smp #trafficblr #majorwood #mean gills #coral kids #scottyn #martyn inthelittlewood #martyn itlw #inthelittlewood #scott smajor #smajor1995 #dangthatsalongname

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sweetcarrotsandroses97 · 7 months

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To Dance With Death | JHS

Pairing: Grim Reaper! Hoseok x Messenger! Fem! Reader

Summary: To live. To die. And option Hoseok never had. For he only walked this Earth with a purpose given by fate. But when he met someone like him, for the first time he felt his heart beat. Even when you were to die by his kiss. A kiss of poison and bliss.

Warnings: angst, fluff, love at first sight, dancing under the rain, talks of life and death, open ending?, poetical writing, mentions of what happens after dying though it doesn't conclude on a certain theory, character death, feelings of wanting and yearning for someone/something, heavy themes involved, (let me know if I missed anything!)

A/N: I've been wanting to write for sweet Hobi for a long time and I finally found some inspiration to write this, I really hope you'll like this short story as I'm currently working on my other projects to post here! Let me know what you think in the comments!

Word Count: 2.04k words

Life was in different shades of grey. Some were lighter and others were darker but it was always grey. The colour of death. Of nothingness. Of emptiness. Of everything that once touched this Earth.

He walked among the night. A man without shadow. A man with many names. A man dressed in black. To some, he was the devil; to others he was salvation. He was a curse but he was also a blessing. He was cruel yet he was also merciful. For he took the lives of the mortals. He took them to allow them to cross the other side. He took them from the land of the living, he took them to complete the natural cycle.

He had seen many live and wither away, like a flower during winter days. He had witnessed wars, love stories and heartbreak. Yet he couldn’t understand it. Jung Hoseok, a man known in different ways, with many names in many places couldn’t understand the core of human existence.

Emotions.

For he was no human and neither was he a paranormal being. He simply existed; watched. Hoseok had lived through centuries and generations. Always as a spectator. Not meant to intervene in mortal’s affairs.

Rain was falling over Seoul yet he wasn’t drenched in the cold liquid pouring from the dark skies. His feet carried him through the busy streets yet no-one saw him. No-one was meant to either way. Everyone was entertained by their thoughts or cellphones, mundane ideas swarmed in their heads. No-one noticed him, not while living like this. Not while being this.

Grim reaper.

That was one of his many names. Some people feared him while others saw him as an old acquaintance. His duty for the night was almost done for he was feeling the pull once more. That feeling that led him to the unfortunate souls of this world. Almost like an instinct. An intuition that allowed him to walk among the land of the living with a purpose.

Cold air blew his soft locks slightly, yet he was unable to distinguish that freezing sensation. Life was unfair. Perhaps there existed no such thing as “fairness” but that feeling had been living with himself for some time now. It could have been days or maybe years, time didn’t exist for Hoseok. He simply existed with a purpose. No other thing mattered to him than to fulfil his job.

He arrived at a small plaza in a cute little park where the rain droplets reflected through the blurry street lights. He sighed, seeing a woman dressed in a grey dress standing alone, below one of the street lights, rain falling upon her.

Hoseok approached her, his steps graceful; delicate even. As if he were floating among the clouds. The moment his eyes landed on her, his breath hitched in his throat. Not believing who the person in front of him was. Or rather, the being with translucent beauty.

“You’ve come at last.”

You spoke, not looking at him. You felt his presence, just like any other misfortunes in this world throughout all your existence.

“Your soul is to be reaped tonight.”

You turned around, eyes meeting with the ones of the tall man before you. You weren’t drenched in rain like a normal mortal. You were able to see Hoseok and feel his freezing presence. You were not a being of this world. Not a mortal. But a creature of purpose, just like him.

“I have no soul in my body.”

“I know.”

A moment of silence passed between you both, only the sound of rain hitting the ground could be heard, as if drowning their thoughts, his mind in sorrowful consequences.

“I have never seen one of your kind.”

You smiled softly up at him, turning your back to him to watch across the park, he stood next to you. Taking in your presence. A lovely being that also paraded this world in silence. Never seen, never heard. Only when needed were you revealed to the blind mortal eyes.

A Messenger.

“Not many have.”

He took in the melancholy in your words, feeling the emptiness in your words drown his heart. Even when it didn’t beat inside him.

“May I know the name of my reaper?”

He looked down at you, taking in your beauty. Messengers were known for their beauty among the Invisible Walkers in this world. His eyes couldn’t help but wander to the colour of your eyes or the curve of your lips. Your beautiful skin illuminated under the soft light reflected in the rain. Your hair, ever so dry and soft to the eye. You, a Messenger with such beauty and never seen. Always silent. Always unseen.

“Jung Hoseok.”

You smiled at the sound of his name. A last memory before you were to cease existing.

“I’m (y/n). Just (y/n).”

A soft breeze whistled against his honey skin. Eyes darting across the park. His heart constricted in his chest.

Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt his bigger hand engulf your own. His touch, although it would normally freeze skin, it warmed your insides. You looked at him, meeting his dark eyes.

“You have one wish at the palm of your hand that I can grant you. Fate’s last gift to you.”

His voice was deep, carrying all the weight of the world. All the souls of the mortals he had reaped before spoke those words with him in an afterglow of echoing songs.

“Dance with me.”

Hoseok tilted his head. Absolutely mesmerised by your beauty, your existence.

“What an odd request.”

You smiled up at him, eyes reflecting the tears of mourning over your destiny.

“I have seen the mortals do it. They dance when they are happy, when they celebrate something.”

His other hand rested on your waist, eyes never leaving your own as he murmured his next words. Only yours to be heard.

“And what are you celebrating? Why are you so reluctant at the time of your demise?”

A moment of silence passed, your hands against his body. One in his hold and the other on his shoulder.

“I have fulfilled my mission. I have no more messages to deliver. I have completed my purpose on this Earth and I think that’s beautiful.”

Hoseok lifted an eyebrow, slowly swaying with you in his arms. A silent dance among the humans. A soft bond between the two Invisible Walkers who had only met once but it felt like they have spent a lifetime together.

“You think death is beautiful?”

You chuckled, twirling around before returning to your original position.

“I think life is beautiful. Death is a culmination of it. Death is a part of life.”

The sound of rain was the only thing that could be heard as you both swayed under the dark sky.

“I have waited for this day to come for a long time. Thank you for granting me my last wish, Hoseok. If I am to be reborn, may this be my first memory. And if this is the end of my whole existence, may I live in your memories forever.”

He smiled down at you, swaying softly to the sound of rain. He felt his heart pounding in his chest for the very first time, butterflies swarmed in his stomach and he couldn’t fight the heart-shaped smile on his lips.

He felt a pull towards you, to be close to you. As if he had loved you for centuries while only meeting you a couple of minutes ago.

Hoseok wished in that exact moment, while he had you in his arms as the both of you swayed elegantly, to have more time with you rather than this small and sad interaction. He wanted to get to know you and listen to the stories you kept hidden in your heart that no-one else has ever heard before.

He wanted to experience what it'd be to live. He envied the mortals that very second for their simplicity in living, in loving and in dying. He envied mortality for he was a being with no time so his death and his existence were never marked in the universe.

"Such beauty. Such secrets."

He murmured, resting his chin over your head as the time he had with you, the first Messenger he has ever come across in his eternal life, was coming to an end.

"Thank you for dancing with me tonight."

You said while resting your head against his chest. Hoseok looked down at you, his hands left your waist to rest on your cheeks, marvelling at the warm skin that his touch didn't kill. Your hands were in his wrists as you gazed into his eyes, allowing yourself to experience the moment. Like the humans you had seen doing before. You, for the first time in your life, lived.

You felt a strong pull towards him as if you were oil and he was your fire. A flame burst between you two. A flame that was going to extinguish with the rain of death.

"It's time. Are you ready?"

His murmured words reached your ears, making a shudder travel up your spine. You couldn’t come up with any word to say, leaving you to answer with a subtle nod.

“I have a last message for you.”

Hoseok stopped leading the soft dance you both had been tangled in, his eyes pierced yours allowing you to deliver your last message on this earth before your very own death.

“Do not forget how beautiful it is to live. Cherish your immortality and I request you to not forget this humble messenger who would like to know life by your side.”

“I could never forget you, (y/n). The most beautiful Messenger that ever walked this cursed land. You are immortal in my memories.”

You smiled, feeling tears at the corner of your eyes. For he has granted you the forbidden fruit that could never be yours. To live for eternity. Even in his mind.

Hoseok leaned towards you, a tear escaped the corner of your eye when his lips met yours. It was delicate, calculated. A soft kiss that spoke centuries of experience. Centuries of history. Your eyes closed and you kissed him back, feeling your body get lighter in his embrace before darkness consumed you. Hoseok watched you disappear before him. No soul resided in your body, there was no chance for you to ever enter The Parabellum, that place where matter nor time existed. The place that allowed the mortal souls to reach their final destination. What was further The Parabellum was beyond his knowledge but he knew, you simply ceased to exist.

Invisible Walkers did not have a soul. They weren’t judged like the humans, they weren’t sentenced to whatever punishment existed for the mortal souls. You all just stopped walking the land of the living.

Hoseok witnessed how you turned to a soft silver dust that floated above the skies, leaving him alone in the Earth he had walked for centuries on end. He sighed, feeling his heart constrict within him.

“Such beauty, such secrets. Lost to the universe, lost to this world.”

His words got carried by the wind and the rain that never stopped falling. As if the skies were mourning your death. Remembering your existence.

Hoseok left that place in silence, like always. Realising that taking your life, was the only one that left remorse in his mind. He could still feel how your hand had felt in his, how your body was pressed against his own and the feeling of your lips still lingered over his very own.

A sudden melancholy took hold of his heart, silently mourning you. Is this what humans feel when they lose someone they love? He asked himself a question that remained without an answer for he couldn’t know.

He didn’t love you yet he couldn’t deny he was absolutely mesmerised by you. A Messenger of a fallen world who danced with death until her last breath.

Life was in different shades of grey. Some were lighter and others were darker but it was always grey. The colour of death. Of nothingness. Of emptiness. Of everything that once touched this Earth.

Nov/05/2023

~Masterlist

☕Caffeinate me so I can keep on writing! ☕

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enchanting-jewel · 2 years

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NYX - Goddess of the Night

NYX is the Goddess of the night. According to Greek myth, before there was life there was Chaos. Nyx was born of this Chaos as the personification of the night. She is the only one Zeus fears as she is older, and he is unaware of her powers. Sometimes her children were referred to as "The Children of the Night" embodying aspects of darkness. These include Thanatos (Death), Hypnos (Sleep), and Nemesis (Retribution). Not all of her offspring are dark entities. She lived with her daughter beyond the horizon at Tartarus. Hemera was the personification of Day. They crossed paths twice a day as each went off to perform their respective duties of bringing about night and day.

Origin - Ancient Greece

Dominion - Prophecy, rest, revealing truth, Oracles

Symbols - Stars and Moon

Colors - Dark Blue and Purple and Black

Tarot Cards - The Moon, The Star, and Death

Workings- Divination, Prophetic Dreaming, Manipulating Dreams, Astral Projection, Deep Meditation, Astrology, Self-Discovery, Shadow Work, and Mental Health Healing

Prayer for NYX:

"Spangled lady of the darkest skies, Mother of sleep, dreams bringing balance to the world, we honor you in the sunless hours, the stillness your hymn, the stars your votive offerings. We offer you our day-weary minds, vessels desperate for the transformation, of your soothing black weight, end our attachment to that which is easily known. Please show us the beauty in the inky darkness, allow us to see the things that hide in the day, bring us your mysteries, your shadowy knowledge, and soothe us with the rest when we are weary"

#nyx worship #nyx #witchy #witchcraft #witchblr #witch #magick #cast spells #moon #crystals #witches of tumblr #moon magic #nyx goddess #zeus #goddess #goddesses

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raevenlywrites · 4 months

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Raev's Fic Masterlist

Since tumblr can be a little allergic to links, I thought I'd take a second to ramble about all the various little (and not so little) fics I have up on Ao3

Den of Shadows

Jaguar's Midnight: Currently a single chapter of me exploring ideas of a Midnight that is more blatantly BDSM and less human trafficking. Maybe more to come? Who knows

Unpublished Turquoise thing about her time with Daryl (pester me about if it you're interested)

Hawksong/Kiesha'ra

Ties that Bind (ongoing, 30 chps) A queer, polyamorous, Romeo and Juliet with shapeshifters set on a backdrop of the first tentative peace in a thousand year war. Canon's hotter cousin. Not currently explicit but plans to potentially get there

Dasi High (abandoned, 4 chps) Highschool AU of Maeve and Kiesha and Co, if their story was on the CW

Forbidden Skies (hiatus, 2 chps) Crossover with Forbidden Game. Julian is a falcon and Jenny and co are avians and serpiente. Basically FB's chars and plot cosplaying as K'r

Forbidden Game

Forbidden Skies, see above

Holy Fire (one off) A sort of song fic where Zach thinks way too hard about Jenny and tries to become a magician

Hearts Desires (ongoing, 2 chps) Still playing with Zach the magician, this one is meant to be a fairly short exploration of magic/runes, Zach's obsession with Jenny, his inability to readjust after the game, and coming out to himself. And tree sex. It's a weird one.

Unpublished pre-canon Jenny thing where she's kind of aware of something (Julian) watching her at night (spicy, pester me about it if you're interested)

Longer descriptions under the cut

Ties that Bind: A queer, polyamorous, Romeo and Juliet with shapeshifters set on a backdrop of the first tentative peace in a thousand year war. Anticipated f/f, m/m, and many other shapes of m/f/m and/or f/m/f, potentially kinky if I ever get it there. Also potentially ace/qpr stuff if I can ever figure out my MC and what is true in this fic vs what belongs in side projects. Canon's hotter cousin with more magic, more setting development, A LOT more romance, and a distant relation to the original in the way that Vaporeon resembles Eevee. It wants to still fit in canon's clothes but really needs to admit its grown too big for that.

This is the big one. I realized revisiting my favorite childhood series that the big epic romance I always remembered was mostly in my head. So I decided to get it out of my head and onto paper. That is... not what happened XD It follows the basic Romeo/Julietness of Hawksong, but I decided to really explore the world and characters and so made a lot of executive decisions bc there actually isn't that much about the world/characters in the original. It's diverged wildly, spiraled out of control into a 30+ chapters novel (lets be honest) and isn't ending any time soon. It's the one I most want to work on so send me asks and encouragement about it so I can get working on it again :P

Basically, Zane and Danica are still deeply dedicated to peace. They think the idea of getting married to achieve it is ridiculous, but they're desperate enough to keep it on the back burner. Dani gets to know Zane (and Adelina) as friends. She explores her relationship with Rei. She struggles with bureaucracy and a well-meaning mother that doesn't always support her in the way she needs. Also there's a bit more magic, a lot more setting, and a bunch of characters I kinda made up to help flesh things out (hello Vasili's made up cousin). Current plans include finishing it with some sort of marriage, but I haven't decided if Zanica is endgame or not (the dynamic currently in the lead in my head is Dani takes Adelina as her Alistair, Zane takes Rei as his Nag, and the four of them all kinda co-rule. We'll see. Everyone is going to kiss everyone else before its done that's for sure)

Frayed Knots (ongoing, 20 chps) The place where all the scenes I thought would go in TTB but didn't wind up. Some one offs, some deleted scenes. A mixed bag of spicy adult stuff and just fun character exploration. Iirc spicy chapters are marked as such Current offerings include: abandoned TTB starts, some BDSM scenes with Z/D/R/A, Dani getting herself off and thinking too hard, an alternative Snakecharm opening from Kel's POV, some Oliza stuff, some Marus/Urban stuff, and some Dasi High stuff. Really, Frayed Knots is a great place to start if you wanna read TTB but are kind of intimidated by its scope. Most FK entries are 1-3 chapters. A sampler platter of my nonsense basically :P

Dasi High (abandoned, 4 chps) Kiesha and Co Highschool AU, basically what if the Dasi was a show on the CW. A fun idea, but not actually my cup of tea. Would probably be more fun to ramble about in discord than actually write

Forbidden Skies (hiatus, 2 chps) Crossover with Forbidden Game. Julian is a falcon and Jenny and co are avians and serpiente. Basically FB's chars and plot cosplaying as K'r. I really loved the idea, but I don't know if it grabbed me enough to make want to wrestle it into submission like I do TTB. With TTB, I don't know the story yet, so I can trick myself into working on it bc I wanna know what happens. With FS, I know what my intended plot will be, so this one would need a lot of outside hype to get me working on it again. But I think it could be really really cool if I did. If this crossover sounds like your cup of tea, pester me for more

Forbidden Game

Forbidden Skies, see above

Holy Fire (one off, post canon what if) A sort of song fic where Zach thinks way too hard about Jenny and tries to become a magician. I have these ideas about Jenny half light faerie, hence Julians obsession with her. In this fic, Zach is trying to learn magic to protect Julian so FB doesn't happen again. He winds up getting the attention of a light faerie, who tasks him with being Jenny's knight until they're ready to come bring her home. Basically, the song Holy Fire by Seeming wouldn't leave me alone one day and this fell out.

Hearts Desires (ongoing, 2 chps, post canon what if) Still playing with Zach the magician, this one is meant to be a fairly short exploration of magic/runes, Zach's obsession with Jenny, his inability to readjust after the game, and coming out to himself. And tree sex. It's a weird one. Basically, I woke up one morning with the ending of it circling around in my head, wrote that, and am now trying to build up the beginning so the ending has anything to jump off of for impact.

Unpublished pre-canon Jenny thing where she's kind of aware of something (Julian) watching her at night (spicy, pester me about it if you're interested) This one I do have plans to publish, I just need to get it (and myself) ready to show to the world. It asks the question "What if Jenny kinda like the idea of feeling watched all the time and deliberately got off for her imagined (or so she thinks) Shadowman?"

#raev does fic #fanfic #hawksong fanfic #nyeusigrube fanfic #the forbidden game fanfic #hawksong #the forbidden game #nyeusigrube #lj smith #amelia atwater rhodes #raev writes

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catiecat1320 · 7 months

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New Random Oneshot that I forgot to post here!

It’s Shadow Angst inspired by the song “You Are My Sunshine” that I put together on a whim and edited at 6 in the morning while riding my bus :)

Read Below ⬇️

Shadow tiptoed through the halls of the Space Colony: ARK, padded paws ensuring that his steps stayed silent. Despite making this trip many times now, the sterile metal halls still managed to daunt him, making him feel out of place.

But Maria had said that it was okay. And the promise of seeing her again made him feel better, so silently, as not to wake her, he advanced.

The door creaked as it swung open, causing Shadow to wince. Maria, sat up on the bed, turned her head immediately, breaking out into a smile at the little hybrid in the doorway. “Hey, Shadow! I was waiting for you!”

He frowned at that as he hopped on her bed. “But Professor says you should be sleeping.”

“And you should too, silly. I’m fine, Grandfather worries too much.” Maria pouted, pulling him closer. Shadow couldn’t help but curl up at her side, relishing her warmth, sensitive ears picking up on her heartbeat.

“Hey,” Maria chirped, causing him to look up. “Are you sleepy?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Do you want a lullaby?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Anything for my Shadow. I’ll sing you the song I learned today,” she happily replied, gently combing her fingers through Shadow’s quills in a way that made him melt. The night tugged at the edges of his mind as Maria’s soothing voice rang out.

“You are my sunshine,

My only sunshine.

You make me happy,

When skies are gray.

You’ll never know, dear,

How much I love you.

Please don’t take my sunshine away…”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Maria had relapsed.

She lay on her bed, sound asleep, a machine pulling breaths into her.

It hurt to see her like this.

Why couldn’t he help?

He was supposed to help.

Silent, unconscious tears slid down Shadow’s face as he did the only thing he could think to do: he hopped on her bed— carefully, gently— and curled up at her side, positioned in such a way that he could hear her heartbeat.

(She didn’t used to be so cold.)

Rhythmic and alive, it helped calm him down considerably, reminding him of a time years prior.

A quiet, sad voice drifted through the ARK, echoing off once daunting walls.

“You are my sunshine,

My only sunshine…”

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Gunshots.

He should have seen it coming.

He did see it coming.

But he couldn’t stop it.

Stuck in place.

Frozen as red bloomed on blue, as brilliant eyes dimmed, as everything crumbled around him.

Blood, too much blood.

It was wrong, so wrong.

So wrong.

He screamed.

“Maria!”

“Sonic!”

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Shadow walked numbly through the halls of the hospital, its sterile white walls taunting his every step.

This wasn’t happening.

It wasn’t.

But as much as he tried to deny it, the past events refused to change. His memories refused to go.

As much as he tried to walk away, he found himself back here. Unable— Unwilling— to face reality, yet one step away from it.

He took a shallow breath, resting his hand on the handle. Better now than never.

The door creaked as it opened, revealing a somber sight.

Sonic the Hedgehog, the world’s greatest hero, lay in the bed, deathly pale and more still than he’s ever been. A ventilator was strapped to his muzzle, breathing for him when he could not.

Just like Maria.

Just like her, Sonic had been shot for one reason only: to save Shadow.

A sacrifice. One that should have never happened.

The hybrid found himself crying again, the situation all too traumatically familiar.

So he did the one thing he could think to do: he curled up beside the bed and— careful to avoid the wound— put his head on Sonic’s chest, listening for the soft pulse of Sonic’s heart.

Memories came flooding back, along with tears, and a song from long ago.

A choked voice, shaking with jumbled emotions, could be heard throughout the hospital, singing.

“You are my sunshine,

My only sunshine.

You make me happy,

When skies are gray.

You’ll never know, dear,

How much I love you.

Please don’t take my sunshine away…

Please don’t take

My sunshine away…”

#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #maria robotnik #sonadow #< implied #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #cross posted on ao3 #angst #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writing #CatieCatWorks

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beardedmrbean · 3 months

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Sparks from the fire rise up to the sky Higher and higher oh I want to fly Out of the story this time I'll be free Wake up for a moment from this dream of me

Just a legend cold words on a page Lift up my eyes and I'm soaring away On silver wings spread out to the sun I'm leaving this city for the skies above.

O'er the ruins an ancient light Never lost, never failing Follow me on my path to the heights Before the shadows fade into night

Running back but I'm out of time. I could tell everything Hear the words that fill my mind How can I say she was mine

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guy they brought in to sing has a good set of pipes.

Uematsu knew what he was doing when he started this whole project up.

#anonymous #the black mages II

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that-fanperson-meg · 8 months

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So I was bored and I may or may not have started a writing project that involves all of Twilight Knight’s siblings.

Anyways here’s the first three chapters of what I like to call…

Six Times That Twilight Knight Was There For His Siblings (and one time they were there for them)

Word Count: 2294 words

An early autumn breeze swept through the land, rustling Whispy Woods leaves as it went along. The last whispers of the night began to take shelter in the shadows as the sun began to shine its warm lights on Planet Popstar.

High up in the skies, the Meta-Knights on the Halberd were on their first lookout of the day.

From out on the deck of the battleship, Twilight Knight leaned over the banisters looking down to the land below them like he always did in the morning. The wind played with their navy blue fur tussling it in annoying ways that he’d eventually have to work out with a brush.

The knight watched a flock of Birdons dive and rise with the air currents, most likely trying to impress each other, he figured.

If the day was to follow the routine that all other days aboard the Halberd seemed to follow; his sister, Sailor Waddle Dee, would call them in for breakfast, where the two would talk about whatever was on their minds; Sword and Blade would come into the dining room a bit later and join the other Meta-Knights, before Twilight Knight would go off on his own patrol route for the rest of the day.

However, their sibling hadn’t called him in for breakfast yet.

“She’s probably still sleeping,” he figured as they wondered what he was going to have for breakfast.

But before their mind could argue back and forth on what he was going to eat, Twilight Knight heard the piercing sound of glass shattering coming from inside the Halberd.

Keeping a steady hand on their rapier, the astral opened the door that led to the kitchen. Quickly scanning the room, the knight’s attention was grabbed at the sight of a sailor hat wearing Waddle Dee standing over cerulean shards of colored glass.

“Sailor! Are you ok?” Twilight Knight asked.

The Waddle Dee in question nodded with a gloomy look about them. “I’m fine, but the shell isn’t…” she said, looking towards the pieces of broken glass.

“Oh, was it important to you..?”

Twilight Knight watched on as small tears grew in the corners of Sailor’s eyes as they explained, “it was the first gift I ever gave Meta for the winter solstice…”

Like it was second nature, the Astral’s older sibling instincts kicked in.

“Alright Sailor,” He began, “you go find some glue while I sweep up the pieces. I’m sure we can put it back together!” The knight reassured hoping that it would be enough to prevent her from crying.

The Waddle Dee looked over at the clock on the wall and then at them for a moment. However before she could say anything, Twilight Knight cut in front of them. “Don’t you dare say anything about patrol. I’m sure Dreamland can avoid getting taken over for the next few minutes.”

And while Dreamland’s past record of getting taken over would immediately refute the knight’s claim, the astral didn’t care about that right then. The only two things that were going through his mind was wondering how exactly the shell fit together before, and the annoying feeling of a headache running amok in their brain.

Sailor returned with glue a minute later and the two moved all the pieces of glass onto the table and slowly -but surely- began to attach them all back together.

And on the bright side, it only took half a day to properly fix the intricate design of the shell.

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The very next day, the usual routine of Twilight Knight resumed. They went out on the deck and felt the cold early morning air, ate breakfast with Sailor Dee -and Sword and Blade who joined them a bit later-, and finally went on patrol over Dreamland’s skies.

Twilight Knight soared on the breeze, diving downwards to gain speed and pulling up just before he hit the ground. Out of everything that being a Meta-Knight entailed, getting to fly across Dreamland’s skies was their favorite thing.

But just as he thought that their patrol would be largely uneventful -much like it always was- from on the ground, he saw the figure of a small baby pink astral waving to them.

The knight swooped down and called out to his sibling, “hey there, Kirby!”

Kirby -the hero of Planet Popstar, the savior of the universe multiple times over, and a child that wasn’t even a teenager yet- raced over to the knight where he landed.

“TK! TK!” The astral exclaimed before hugging him.

From behind their mask, Twilight Knight smiled. “What’s up, Kirbs?”

A wide grin came across the astral’s face, and Kirby then brandished a flyer, advertising a new bakery that had opened up in town.

Upon seeing it, the older astral understood what his sibling had been wanting to say. “You wanna go there, Kirby?” The knight asked, to which Kirby replied with a chain of excited ‘poyo’s.

He thought for a second, but decided that if anyone would ask they could just say that he was patrolling the town from the ground, and Kirby just so happened to be with them.

“You wanna walk there or..?” He asked, but Kirby shook their head. It looked like they thought for a moment before the pink astral pointed to Twilight Knight’s wings and they moved both of their hands really fast like they were using the wing Copy Ability -either that or they were stimming which was fairly likely as well-

The knight then realized what his sibling was telling them. “Oh! You wanna fly there Kirby?”

Kirby nodded and -somehow- smiled even wider and brighter. Twilight Knight then opened up their wings and flapped them fast to create enough lift to get him off the ground. Kirby raised up their hands and the knight reached for them, and in just a moment, the two were in the sky.

Ever cautious, he kept lower to the ground then they normally did, but nevertheless Kirby still cheered and laughed as they watched the ground below them race by them.

A second later, Twilight Knight realized that they could’ve made the trip much faster on the Warp Star. “Kirbs, why didn’t we use the Warp Star? Did you just want me to carry you there?”

The astral in question gave a smug smile that all but confirmed what the knight had asked was true.

“Oh dear, it seems like I’m losing grip on you,” he said sarcastically, “well I’m going to have to drop you. I’ll see you there Kirby!”

Their sibling laughed and Twilight Knight went in for a landing close to where the flyer said the bakery was located.

The building itself was a pastel yellow, with large windows displaying treats of all kinds. Sugar cookies decorated with frosting, cakes stacked high with intricate details, and frosted donuts with sprinkles all colors of the rainbow were in the front window of the store.

A small bell over the door announced the duo’s entrance. In a flash Kirby rushed over to the glass counter to find that it was completely empty and only crumbs had been left behind.

From a back room, a Waddle Dee with an apron and flour on their face appeared. Judging by their frazzled appearance Twilight Knight could tell that what they were going to say next was going to make his sibling upset.

“I’m so sorry you two, but there was a huge rush of customers and we’ve quite frankly run out of everything.” They explained.

Trying his best to hide their own disappointment, the astral managed his best smile, “oh it’s fine don’t worry! When will you guys have more?”

The Waddle Dee sighed, “tomorrow morning at the earliest.”

He turned to Kirby who looked as though they had just got their heart broken, -which in a way it had been- before they pointed towards the treats in the window.

“Those are on display, I don’t think we could buy them, Kirby.” Twilight Knight explained.

The two astrals left the store, both having varying levels of disappointment. Kirby sighed and let out a sad and quiet ‘poyo’ that made the knight’s heart shatter into a million pieces.

Immediately Twilight Knight began thinking up ideas on how to salvage the day -which was made harder by the headache that persisted since yesterday.

“Ok Kirby, here’s what we’re gonna do,” the knight began, “I gotta go patrol down by Onion Ocean, there’s a really good ice cream shop right on the corner. I say we have a beach day, sounds good to you pinky?”

Upon hearing their plan, Kirby’s usual smile returned and they began running excited circles around Twilight Knight.

And while the beach day went well, -as Kirby only floated out into the sea twice while napping in their floatie- little did they know but the astral was already planning on getting Kirby the cookies that they deserved.

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It had been a lazy afternoon of reading and generally lounging around in his room when Twilight Knight had gotten a call. On the other end of the phone, the astral realized that Dolly had called him.

“Heya there, sis!” They greeted his sister.

Before the living doll could even say a word, the knight realized that something was wrong, Dolly never paused this long before she spoke. “Hi there Twilight! Dolly was wondering if you’d want to come over?”

He paused for a moment, hoping that their sister wasn’t at her house seeing as he and her mother, Dollmaker, -aka a contender for the worst mom award- weren’t on the best terms. On account of her literally leaving her daughter in a box for a thousand years, seriously who does that?!

But Twilight Knight’s own rage had to be let go for a moment, as Dolly had continued to talk.

“Dolly’s at Castle Dedede, right now! Bandee is here as well- say hi!” She said handing the phone over to Bandana Waddle Dee who let out a sort of muffled hello.

The knight laughed to himself and told the two that they’d be over in a minute, Dolly let out a small cheer and said their goodbyes before ending the call.

A second later, the astral began rummaging through his collection of old DVDs that miraculously survived the Shiverstar disaster before selecting a few of their favorites that they hoped Dolly would also like.

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No matter how many times he would see Castle Dedede, Twilight Knight would always be brought back to their first night on Planet Popstar. In retrospect, it was simultaneously one of the most stressful nights, yet one of the most peaceful nights he’d ever had.

Every now and then, memories of all of their Star Warrior friends sitting around that table happily talking with each other crept into his mind. At that time, they were the most ‘family’ that they’d ever thought he’d have.

But here they were.

So lost in their thoughts, Twilight Knight had almost not noticed Dolly and Bandee waving to him by the castles’ entrance. However they did, and quickly the two of them were leading the knight through the winding halls of the castle to what he could only describe as the living room.

On the large tv on the wall, the two already had a movie playing. It was one that Twilight Knight didn’t recognize, but nevertheless they watched as a rag doll with red yarn hair danced around the screen singing.

“This is Dolly’s favorite movie!” His sister explained with a wide smile on her face.

The knight snickered at the irony of Dolly’s favorite movie being about a doll. “That’s cool, I don’t think I’ve seen this one. What’s it about?”

Suddenly the room grew dead silent -apart from the movie still going on- and a moment later, in near perfect unison both Bandana Dee and Dolly exclaimed.

“YOU’VE NEVER SEEN RAGGEDY ANN AND ANDY?!”

Twilight Knight physically paused as he looked on with bewilderment at their siblings’ outburst. In no time at all, Dolly and Bandana Dee dragged him over to the couch, and rewound the movie to the beginning while Dolly enthusiastically explained what the movie was about.

It was rather interesting for a movie about toys, and after only a few minutes of watching, the knight found that the character of Raggedy Andy was…surprisingly charming.

“I’m gonna go get popcorn!” Bandana Dee announced, as they got up from the couch.

Even though the movie was going, Twilight Knight’s mind couldn’t help but wonder if everything was really ok with Dolly. He knew their sister better than anyone, and he knew if something was wrong, she didn’t like to show it.

Without even realizing it, they had been staring at Dolly.

“Is something wrong TK?” The living doll asked, her blue eyes full of curiosity.

Twilight Knight was silent for a moment, wondering if he should be direct and actually ask Dolly if she was alright.

After a moment of consideration, they went for it. “Is everything ok with you, Dolly?”

His sister’s face then turned to one of surprise, and she looked down to the ground almost in embarrassment.

Taking her expression as a yes, the astral moved closer to Dolly. “You wanna talk about it?”

However, Dolly shook her head, and then leaned on the knight.

They reciprocated the gesture and put his arm around their sister. “That’s alright, but remember; I’m always here for you, ok?”

The living doll nodded, and while Twilight Knight was absolutely content with having this moment of sibling wholesomeness; their body had other plans, as but only a second later he rapidly sneezed six times in a row.

Dolly laughed, “you sneeze like a Scarfy!” And while normally they’d deny it, this time he just let it be.

Dolly by @ilikesillythingswooo

#twilight knight oc #kirby oc #kirby #kirby original character #sailor dee #bandana waddle dee

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The Official Pegasus Fanfic Masterlist

Decided to put a huge list of all my fanfics together. This will be updates over time. Note that almost everything off my Wattpad account is excluded from the list, that's because most of the stuff on there is really old and I'd rather let it fade into obscurity

Marvel Future Avengers

Twisted Shadows

Publishing date: 01/20/2023

Status: WIP

Info: My FA OC fic that has been in the works since like. 2020. Bruno faces his inner demon (and a literal demon) while Loki has to help a group of run away lab experiments. This one is Very OC heavy so I understand if its not your vibe, but this fic is my baby and I would really love for it to get more attention. I will say this fic has a fair amount of violence, and the main villain can get very freakish in terms of body horror, so be warned there

One in the Same

Publishing date: 10/18/2021

Status: Complete

Info: My first fic on Ao3!! A sweet little oneshot between Bruno and Bucky. I sort of really hate it now, but it kicked off my Ao3 account so in a way it is special. Plus my one friend really loves it so. Slay

Together

Publishing date: 05/27/22

Status: Complete

Info: A oneshot between Adi and Bruno. Mission goes wrong and it leads to Bruno getting injured and both of them getting lost in a forest

Keep Me On Fire, I'll Be Alright

Publishing date: 03/02/2023

Status: Complete

Info: A short oneshot exploring my headcanon in which Bruno cannot be in the hot sun for very long, because his body absorbs the heat and will make him sick. Very simple, but sweet

Locked Memories

Publishing date: 08/11/2023

Status: WIP

Info: this one is the one I fear is gonna get me shot down eventually for writing such a heavy fic about a kids show but oh well. Someone on Instagram has a whole Bluey comic that explores dark themes I should be fine /lh. Anyway, Bruno gets incredibly sick and has a bunch of dreams about a couple of kids who were once part of Hydra's Emerald Rain Project, but died sometime before the show. Should be obvious, but this fic features several deaths of children, and there may be one or two pretty graphic scenes, so if that bugs you, this fic is not for you!!

Raimiverse

Four Times Olivia Came In Clutch For The Besties, One Time They Came In Clutch For Her

Publishing date: 09/02/2023

Status: WIP

Info: OC fic about my girl Olivia Rosemary Octavius, featuring the many times she's helped out MJ, Peter, and Harry, and one time they all came together to help her. Still in the works, but should be done within the next couple months

And I'll Be Just Fine, If Only For One Night

Publishing date: 08/02/2024

Status: Complete

Info: Silly little Harlivia fic in which Harry and Olivia go for a drive late at night. Features hot chocolate and talking about feelings

Wings of Fire

The Arctic Skies

Publishing date: 08/05/2022

Status: WIP

Info: The first book in my DoD AU!! Basically, the entire AU is my take on how I'd write the Dragonets of Destiny, in a new war, and new challenges to face. Features ten dragonets of Pyrrhian and Pantalan tribes. This book is about the IceWing, Shiver. I haven't worked on it in. Over a year. But I do plan to get back to it soon

dividers made by saradika!!

#the pegasus fanfic masterlist #peg speaks #fanfiction #fanfic #marvel future avengers #spiderman #raimi trilogy #raimi spider man #raimiverse #wings of fire #wof

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Enigma - Chapter 1 - Prologue

(Because that's how Ao3 works)

Summary: In a world where magic exists, it’s of the utmost importance to know how to control your abilities. Hiccup has been plagued by his own brand of magic for as long as he��s been alive. When his powers are accidentally outed in front of Astrid, she gets him into the same school of magic she’s going. He hopes to learn how to control his magic and find answers to the enigma that is him and his powers.

Warnings: /

Ratings: General

Words: 1 278

Characters: Hiccup

Pairings: /

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Author's Notes: I've had this prologue stashed away finished for a few months now. I've been wanting to post it, finally get this fic going, but I was always missing something. Now it feels just right.

I don't really have an official end in sight for this fic, just a bunch of story arcs, so I will be writing this fic by the arc.

And yes, you read that right. This fic is going to be a Vigcup/Hiccstrid. It started out as solely a Vigcup idea, but Hiccstrid just feels right for this idea, too.

The line that mentions that everything hurts is definitely a reference to 'Go To Sleep Little Baby', also a part of this AU. 👀

Constructive criticism is appreciated.

Enjoy!

It is always the same dream of a city. It is thriving and the people are happy, they go through life with a smile on their face and their lives fulfilled. Steel and glass don’t rule here, plenty of green overshadows their uncaring nature. It is a beautiful place, unreal place.

Every single time he returns, he stands in the middle, passed by on all sides by the smiling faceless masses. They’re never the star. Instead, the true stars are high up in the sky where they belong. They’re creatures big and small, some have two legs, some have four, some have talons, some have horns. But what they all have in common are wings and fire.

They are many and they are what makes him smile.

He extends a hand towards them, the numbers in the sky above grow. They begin circling as if one collective, a dark figure breaks away. It dives down, its shadow casts over him when it slows, large bat-like wings spread wide

Even so, he reaches for it and the bat-like shadow reaches back with a big, black head.

He has a connection with that creature. Just their eyes locking, green on green, causes something to swell inside of him. Something good, warm, fierce. It’s like he can feel his every inch tingling with power, his veins boiling, but in a rather good way.

The creature comes closer, the warmth turns into a heat, he’s so desperate to connect.

But that is where the dream ends. That's where it always ends. On that fantastical sight of the skies, his hand reaching, but never touching. Something reaching back, but never arriving.

A connection never forged.

-XOXOX-

When Hiccup rouses, it’s to the smell of something burning.

The scent is awful, burning his nostrils and shaking him from his sleep like a horrible alarm clock.

“No... No, no, no, no!” Panic immediately settles in when he rolls out of the fetal position he’d been lying in for warmth and faces the source. He should’ve known he was a little too comfortable, a little too warm. The bookshelf he happened to fall asleep against the night before is catching fire.

It always happens when he has that dream.

There are embers that spontaneously ignite, tiny trails of smoke, an orange-ish glow that wants to eat away at precious words. Grabbing his blanket he uses it to quickly extinguish the fire before it can start properly, before it actually destroys these books.

Before he destroys these books and burns down this library.

It wouldn’t be the first building he levels by accident.

“Come on, come on!” When the smoldering finally stops, he takes a look at the damage caused, fearing the worst.

Well, the old wooden shelf has certainly been signed, here’s a surface level of char and some of the books have been blackened. Nothing unsalvageable by a much more trained magic user, but all he can do is stare on in shame.

If only that dream would leave him alone. He would stop setting things on fire in his sleep if it did.

Or that’s what he certainly hopes. The morning he could add “spontaneous acts of arson in sleep” to his long list of issues was certainly one of the worst.

Hiccup coughs, lungs sadly not immune to smoke inhalation. And neither is he immune to feeling stiff and sore and cold after sleeping another night on the wooden floor of this library, the spot where he curled up also black. It doesn’t help that it’s been a chilly fall so far. He stretches his back, drowsiness returning as he takes a look around.

Attempting to get up from his knees, there’s a couple of pops and he feels like he’s 40 rather than the 18 year old he should be. Everything hurts. Everything always hurts.

Managing to get up, he spots a pile of books that he took off the shelves to, ironically, try and stay awake during the night. On account of his habit to set things on fire in his sleep. Among them were some sci-fi novels, one informative book concerning runes, one on the mythologies of the world he didn’t get to read in the previous library he squatted in, but he mostly read the sci-fi books he took. An adventure in space sounds so much more fun than possessing out of control magical abilities.

He’d come here with a specific book in mind- or rather, a specific genre of books- but found nothing helpful. He bends down with a groan and takes the pile to return the books to their proper shelves, though pretending that he can leave without leaving a trace of his presence behind is out the window now.

Giving the blackened shelf another look, he feels his gut growing cold in embarrassment. Why can’t he just make everything a little chilly in his sleep? Why does he have to commit arson? If he was more proficient in water and ice, perhaps he wouldn’t be so bothered by the cold either.

A shirt beneath a long-sleeved blouse underneath a flannel and all of that under a jacket and he’s still cold. Maybe it doesn’t help that it’s all old and worn either. His jeans are the newest thing he owns, because he outgrew his last pair. And a pair of jeans and a prosthetic leg simply don’t mix.

After returning the books, he uses the bathroom in the back, toiletries kept inside a plastic bag usually used to preserve all kinds of food in the freezer. He brushes his teeth, lets the hot water run over his hands in an attempt to feel just a tad bit warmer and soon after exits to collect his stuff. He gathers his plastic bag and blanket, stuffs them, a notebook, and his scraps from dinner in the backpack that’s just as worn out as his clothes are and then makes his leave.

Through the back door. Which is where he entered after closing time the night before.

Outside, the cold air greets him like a slap in the face and he immediately begins to shiver. Winter comes closer with every passing day and the wind just goes through his clothes as if they aren’t even there. Still, he bites through it. He knows he’s been taking a risk, squatting inside the same library for the past week, but he certainly won’t be able to return for another night. Not after practically setting fire to the shelf he’d curled up against.

Closing the door behind him, crouching in the barest light of dawn, he takes a look around to make sure this alley is as abandoned as it seems.

He closes his eyes and hovers his left hand over the lock. He knows there are words that could make this process easier, spells he can use, but they’ve never worked out for him.

Attempting to visualize the lock, feel the build of the mechanism, he imagines that he has the key. No wait, that he is the key and he can make those bolts and what-have-yous move. He concentrates, he just needs to convince it that they’re one and the same, his will is its as well.

There is that familiar tingling in his fingertips, that exhilarating sensation of his blood boiling, he can feel his heart beating beneath his sternum.

To his satisfaction- and relief- he hears that click he’s looking for. The back door is locked again.

Making sure one more time that he’s still alone, he stands and leaves to brave another cold day alone. Alone and with none of the answers he was hoping to find here.

#httyd fics #httyd movies #rtte #race to the edge #au #alternate universe #modern au #magic au #modern with magic au #hiccup haddock #my fanfics #enigma

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