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bambithewriter · 21 days

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Ch.1 - Ma Karyu, ma tutepe

Lo’ak(21) x female omatikaya reader(22)

Adult Lo’ak pic is made by the amazing Cinetrix💗

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Summary: In which the Sully family returns after staying with the Metkayina for seven years. Lo'ak isn't the same teenage boy he was before leaving the Omatikaya clan. He returns a man, a fully grown Metkayina warrior. Now, he must learn the ways of an Omatikaya warrior and pass his rite of passage. Who else can teach him other than one of Omatikya's finest warriors?

Content: MDNI, 18+, angst, fluff, smut, student/teacher trope, reader is the "golden girl" of the clan, Lo'ak is known as a “badboy” due to his rebelliousness

A/N: I didn’t expect to bring this out so soon this week but I had so much motivation and basically wrote for hours!

Taglist: @rivatar, @tallulah477, @fluorynn, @neteyamsoare, @neteyamssyulang, @ikeyniofthetayrangi, @haunting-venus, @itchaboi-itchyboy, @melaninqueen04, @tsireyasluvr, @deadgirlrin, @yourstrulybluelover, @indiramae, @pluhhbabyy, @pandoraslxna (Let me know if you wish to be added or removed)

Chapter 1 - One life ends

ma'itan = my son

tsakarem = tsahìk-in-training

Pa’li - direhorse

Banshee- ikran

“Ma’itan, we must go.” Neytri urged her son to hurry up, already on her banshee. Just like seven years ago, Tuk sat in front of their mother with a bored expression. She had changed over the years.

She was not the same little girl anymore who used to be so eager and excited about everything.

No, she was 14 years old now. A teenager. A real bratty one at that. Some even dared to say she was worse than Lo'ak.

He had been reckless, troublesome, and adventurous (he still is), but at least he had Neteyam. Neteyam would always act as his shadow, more of a father figure rather than his older brother. At least, he used to be.

No one had been the same after his death. Without their big brother, the Sully family took a big hit. The dynamic changed rapidly, and all five struggled to adjust to this new situation.

It was not five people.

Through the eyes of Neytiri, it was. She had struggled the most adapting to the ways of water, never fully getting it. Not when she had built her whole identity in the forest. Keeping her family safe was the only way she managed to stay sane. Losing her firstborn child was a pain, indescribable for words. They say there is no love stronger than the love of a mother for her child.

But to be fair, they were with six people now.

One life ends, another begins.

With the death of Neteyam, the rebirth of Spider began. The human boy who never had a family before, always straying around the Sully's, now had a family to call his own.

A son for a son.

A brother for a brother.

The Great Mother always had a plan. Kiri was sure of it. To others, it may seem like she did not care as much. The truth was that she knew it was meant to happen. She mourned her big brother's death and missed him dearly but he is with Eywa. Besides, she was the big sister now.

During the first few months, it was she, who kept the family together. Neteyam would have been proud.

Kiri let Tsireya hug her one last time but grimaced when Aonung tried to reach for her. Some things will never change.

She too hopped onto her banshee. Jake walked past her, patting her back gently. He made sure everyone was secure and ready to go for the long trip to the forest, home.

A father protects and keeps his family safe. Jake failed. At least, that is what he kept telling himself. The death of his oldest son affected him more than he would show. He had to keep himself together, for the sake of his family, the one he still had.

“Son, we do not have time to play around. Get on your banshee, boy." Jake spoke in a firm tone, giving his youngest son a firm glare. He gave his banshee, Bob, a quick pat before hopping onto him.

"I'm coming, dad," Lo'ak replied, giving Aonung a playful punch and Tsireya a quick hug.

What once started as rivalry turned out into a strong brotherly bond. It goes without saying that Lo'ak and Aonung were no longer enemies.

Tsireya, she was a different story. Seven years ago, Lo'ak had been crushing on the beautiful tsakarem. They did end up together, but nothing lasts forever. Their teenage love came to an end, but they stayed friends regardless.

Lo'ak made his way to his banshee, Spider already waiting beside her from a safe distance.

Despite Lo'ak having taken Spider on multiple banshee rides certainly didn't take away the fact that his banshee would not hesitate to try anything with Spider. She wasn't fond of humans after all.

"Bro, come on." Spider grinned at Lo'ak. He tugged at his tail just for the sake of annoying him. Lo'ak let out a hiss before pulling at Spider's poncho instead. The flight home would be long and rough, not fit for most humans. Yet Spider wasn't a normal human. He was tough and strong. He would survive.

Lo'ak calmed his banshee, urging Spider to climb on before hopping on himself.

Lo'ak looked back one more time, taking in the place that had been his home for all those years. The first time he arrived a young teenage boy. He'd leave a fully grown Metkayina warrior.

“One, two, three, four.”

“Eylan, keep your head up and straighten your shoulders.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Again, one, two, three and four.”

You strutted past the young warriors, back straight, chin high. Taking in their forms, adjusting them when needed, wearing the same expression you’d always show everybody. A strict and unreadable one.

You've been at it for the entire morning. Lessons started early and would last just before eclipse, in time for dinner. You were hard on them. You knew that. But it was necessary. Becoming a warrior required a strong mentality and a strong heart.

You were an odd one. Admired by many for your strength, discipline, and courage. Traits of a real warrior, a mighty one at that.

Your parents never stopped bragging about you. You were their successor, their golden child. It drove your siblings crazy.

Your older sister, Ley'ira, made a fine weaver. Growing up your parents put a lot of pressure on her, urging her to find her position in the clan, watching her younger siblings and pressuring her into finding a mate even though she was only one year older than you.

She adored you, she really did. But she could not stand the way your parents spoke of you with so much pride like you were above everyone else.

Then there was your younger brother Ikalu. He was 15 years old, a young warrior in training. He refused to be taught by you, not wanting to be looked down upon by his own sister.

Everyone respected your position within the clan. You were the golden girl after all. Soft-spoken, always obeyed the rules and never talked back to your elders.

People either hated you or loved you.

It's not like you paid much attention to them anyway. You were quite shy by nature and preferred to spend time by yourself rather than hanging amongst a crowd.

As a grown woman, you had many suitors. You were strong, beautiful and knew how to carry yourself. The perfect package.

If you ever had a bad day and were in any pain there was a simple solution. Walk it off.

Just as you were about to go on with the next command, a group of other warriors your age came riding on their pa'li’s

You immediately recognized the one in front, Ke'nu. He was a fine warrior and knew how to lead a group. He was one of the men who had shown interest in courting you. Yet, you never showed much interest.

"What is the meaning of this, Ke'nu? I'm in the middle of a lesson." You spoke firmly when he stopped in front of you.

The young warriors just stood there, confused by the sudden interruption.

"They're coming back. We must head back to Hometree, immediately. Tarsem's orders."

Your hairless eyebrows raised up, lips parting slightly. You gave a quick nod to ke'nu before turning back towards the group of young students.

"That was enough for today. Pack your stuff and follow me back to Hometree. Toruk Makto and his family return today."

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lady-ashfade · 1 year

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Yandere house of the dragon x Hybrid Dragon reader:

The first declare.

Taglist: @dangerousbluebirdpoetry @second-try-stevie @prettyinblack231

Notes: Man. Not going to like this is a bad time to lose my spark when I have 100 requests but it just because of the holidays. Also wanted to make this longer but I wanted to get something out. So I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: Yandere, yandere tendency, bad writing, obsessiveness, protectiveness, unhealthy relationships.

Years has passed from when you were takin in by the king and queen, and only few when you had shown your true powers.

You hadn’t seen daemon and his wife and children in a few years but they had written letters, or when he would come late in the night to visit but you swore to keep a secret.

You had grown into a small young woman and to the people around you, they care so very dearly for you. Obsessed to put it lightly.

Daemon treated you like his own daughter and bought you gifts from his adventures. He missed you very much and he considered kidnapping you away from the life in the castle away from all the drama. They all had place you in the center of their war not caring for just you.

Speaking of the war, the two that were the head of it was your mother and sister. Alicent and rhaenrya.

Alicent thanked the gods everyday for sending you into her life and her childrens. You grew up to love them as your own siblings and treated her like your mother.

Rhaenrya did try and take you away from Alicent and push her way to also raise you. Sometimes in the morning when Alicent would come to help get you ready rhaenrya was right there already helping you.

But as time grew their sworn protectors also took a interesting in you and become protective as well.

Sir harwin and sir cristin cole tried their best to win you over. They both would promise and help you train when it was allowed, they even got you very small gifts to make you like them more then the other. Of course the girls encourage this.

Sir hawrin was always kind to you and you liked him very much, sometimes you did wonder if he was jace and Luke’s father but you never asked because it didn’t matter. You loved the boys no matter.

Cole followed you around at your mothers command and it go annoying. But he’d find a away to flip it around and say he’d take you train later. Alicent did push cole into your life because he was always with her.

Viserys over time got sicker and you were always called to his room. You’d read to him and talk to him some nights. You walked around with him more then anyone because he was your father. He welcomed you in court as a cup barer. And sometimes if you had a opinion he’d listen to you.

But as the children grow with you, the more their feelings did. Just like their parents.

And now two of the boys have crushes.

The strands of hair between your fingers felt soft as they usually do, the white shine it had was always something you cared for. You looked down at the boy who laid his head in your lap while his face was coved by the book in his hands. “Aemond?” you ask. The boy quickly dropped then book down to looked up at up at you- He usually dropped anything he was doing for you.

He didn’t give a vocal answer but you could tell his focus was solely on you, his eyes filled with Curiosity of your next words. “Do you think one day you’ll get a dragon? I know you wish so hard for one, but one day when you do get a dragon..” you looked away and a breath was let out.

“Will you love it more then me?”

Aemond didn’t believe the words he listened to, Will he love it more then you? How could he love anything more then you, you being the most important thing in his life: His twin flame. The prince was quick to shot up from your lap and careful not to harm you. Taking your hands into his and holding them so soft and sweet but the grip was still there to get his point across.

“These words you speck are far from anything I will ever be capable of doing my dear sister. No dragon, big or small, no matter it’s color or strength.” His eyes held the truth and you could see the darkness behind his eyes from as long as you could remember. “I will never love anyone or anything more then you, my love. I might not have a dragon, but I have you.”

A smile of happiness and relief reached your lips and you pulled him into a hug which he quickly returned with a laugh. No matter how many times you hugged him you seemed to bring a light into his dark and lonely mind. “I’ll get you a dragon one day but i’m glad you settled for me.” You had dreams of one day getting a dragon for your brother so he could be happy. Maybe you had some doubts of him loving it more then you but as long as he was happy you would try.

Before he could respond the door of the Library swings open and the faces you see are your younger nephews, Jacaerys and lucerys, the brown headed boys took a second to scan over the room but soon their eyes fell on you. The spark in their eyes got wider in excitement but it fell short when they noticed the boy holding you. Aemond’s face lifted up as a small smirk planted on his lips and held you closer. “What is it now?” His annoyed voice called out but you rolled your eyes and pushed him softly away to stand up. He looked hurt but you held out a hand to help him up.

“Our mother called for her. She has gone into labor and she wants her to be there.” You gasped and rushed away from aemonds side and over to the boys. “Thank you for telling me.” Dashing passed to boys and out into the hallway disappearing, leaving the boys glaring at each other. Aemond was the first to speak up, “You do know this is our special place right? I’m surprised you even know there is a Library.” Walking closer to them the boys stand defensive.

“And what about you? You always take her away from us when we should be the ones with her, or you constantly take her out of her duties. My mother said you aren’t even her real brother and that we are closer.” Jaces words hit aemonds heart like a knife and it got him fired up. “You want to say that again?” He got closer in jaces face ready for any move about to be made.

“She is my sister.” The white haired prince yelled. Only for the shout of the other prince made him freeze.

“She will be my betrothed.”

The words lefted jaces mouth in a harsh truth and his pride and demanding tone as he recalled the words and whispers his mother told him. Aemond’s hand clinched tight as rage filled his body and over take him almost too bearable to shake. Blood of the dragon did run deep through his veins.

“Say that again.” The older prince took steps forward to close the gap between them, the youngest held tight onto his brother in slight fear. “Y/n is ours, she’s our aunt.” No one payed attention to him because he was not important at the moment.

“What’s going on here?” A stern voice bounced off the walls and broke the glares of hatred between the two princes. The boys turned to see sir harwin: a knight of the kings guard but only young Luke was blind to what he really also was, who he fathered. Jace quickly smiled and swung a arm around Aemond’s shoulders, “We are just bickering about a stupid game.” It took all of aemond to suck up his anger and force a smile back.

The boys quickly ran behind the guard as he lead them out and told them it was time to leave the library and go to the dragons pit. The biggest man’s back was turned and it gave Aemond one last time to speck and get his point across.

“She is mine.”

You walked back and fourth with anxiety as you listened to the yells and screams from the next room. No matter how many times you listened you couldn’t get used to it. The panic you felt made your blood pump faster and the wave of emotions all collided. Golden eyes shined brighter then normal like the sun had taken their place, black nails replaced your normal ones at your fingertips looking like it could cut through anything, then wings on your back ready to come out at any second.

It’s been a few years since your powers showed and yet you still do not know how to contain them as best as you wished. You could do more things then you could before and are better now but emotions are your down fall.

The screams come to a end and you smiled waiting to be welcomed into the room by the maids. You waited and waited for a minute or two but the doors never opened but you were joined by sir leanor and he gladly took you into his arms seeing your distress. “My dear ease your mind, no need to be worried let the thoughts drain out.” His soft voice hushed you and you hadn’t noticed everything becoming calm and quiet.

You sigh of relief and pulled back as he brushed your hair and he said asked you “Better?” You nodded along and offered his a smile. “Better.” In times of panic you often find yourself being calmed by your family. He was one of them. He pushed the doors open and you followed behind him while walking into her quarters. “A boy? Well done.” The pride in your heart that you had a new baby nephew blinded your head.

“Why are you walking.” His question pulled you out of your happiness for a moment seeing her limp in pain. “She wishes to see him.” You looked up at her confused. “Who?” You asked while she looks down at you and a light smile appears. “Your mother.” Confused you followed behind while listening to them and you stood behind rhaenrya incase you had to catch her if she falls. But she had other plans as she turned back to you and he followed, “I do believe you are needed by your teacher.” You shook your head no but she placed a caring hand on your cheek.

“I will let you hold the babe later but now you must do your duties, my sweet girl.” Even though you didn’t want to leave her side it was best, even though you did not know the situation she was going into, you knew you wouldn’t be aloud to follow. “Keep her safe leanor,” kissing the babies head and giving a final goodbye you walked off to your training hall.

After training you had hoped to watch the boys train with your father as you had hope to give him company. He was getting worse over the years and it left a pit in your stomach knowing you’d lose him before you should but you still had time. “Father!” Yelling as you saw him sitting down over the edge of the wall next to his hand, Lyonel Strong he was Sir harwin father and you liked them both. Viserys brighten up and opened his arm out to you, kissing him on the cheek and giving him a small hug.

“How was training my sweet girl??” He asked. “As well as it can be though I am not sure my teacher sees it that way.” Humming you looked over at the training ground and saw your family. He nodded and laughed and told you that you’ll get better as time passes.

You saw Harwin bending down picking up the swords and other things while Cole walked to him but you couldn’t hear what was said. You watched as harwin froze then turned around to punch him in the face and you gasp. The scene played out and you gripped your dress as it got more violent and Harwin had to be pulled back as Coles face was blooded.

You heard him shout to ‘Say it again’ over and over while cole got up from the ground. “Take y/n to her mother.” Viserys told his hand but you shook your head, “No.” Before they could stop you, you had already taken off to the stairs and out into the grounds. The first one to see you was luke and he ran to hug you with Jace following. “Are you alright?” You asked both of them kindly.

“Princess you shouldn’t be here.” The bloody knight, cole stated. “I shall do as I wish no offensive, but I am not a weak maiden.” Rushing over to him you handed him your handkerchief and smirked. “Perhaps you remember the claw scar on your arm the last time we fought.” he just smiled and laugh. “I remember well princess.” He patted your head while looking at harwin as he glared at him back.

Showing the man that you came to his side before him to rub it in his face, there was tension again. “Let him go for a second.” You walked over to harwin and patted his hand, you waved your hand and he bent down. Everyone watched as you whispered something in his ear and as he smiled and laughed. You pulled back and they took him away.

“Secrets aren’t very nice, y/n.” Aegon yelled and walked over to you. “When have you ever cared about being nice?” He laughed at your response. “Have you come to train with me? Because these little boys know knowing.” He glanced at them and they rolled their eyes. You looked at him for a second and then your eyes got mischievous.

“Prepare to lose brother.”

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lol-im-done · 2 years

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Love in the Kingswood | Harwin Strong X Reader

Pairing: Ser Harwin Strong X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2489

Synopsis: Princess Rhaenyra's Lady in Waiting, Lady (Y/N) Vaelor, slays a boar to protect her cousin, upon her return to the royal camp she realizes she's caught the attention of Ser Harwin Strong, and as they go on their own hunt they fall in love.

Author's Note: Feedback and comments are always appreciated! Also any ideas for other one shots so I can be inspired to write more :). Can be found on A03 as well.

Never had you been so happy to see a forest as you were when you arrived at the Kingswood. After hours of awkward small talk, glares from Alicent and the uncomfortable bumpy carriage ride you were more than ready to disembark. As Lady in Waiting to Princess Rhaenyra you were a constant companion at her side and as a distant cousin you were welcomed into the inner circle of the Royal Family. King Viserys had recognized Rhaenyra’s increasing isolation after Queen Aemma’s death so he reached out to your father Lord Vaelor who quickly dispatched you to King’s Landing. It was daunting at first but you became fast friends with Rhaenyra, a comforting and supporting presence for her. As the royal carriage slowed you could hear the cheers for the babe Aegon outside, Rhaenyra already withdrawing into herself.

“Are you ready?” you asked softly, grasping her hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. After a few seconds she gave you a brave smile and nod before stepping off with you at her side.

The encampment was enormous with various tents and booths for Aegon’s name day celebration. Soon you found yourself in the main royal tent and after a quick conversation with King Viserys who doted on you as if his own daughter, you went on your rounds but kept a watchful eye on Rhaenyra. The King never explicitly stated you were to mind her but it became evident you were also responsible for keeping her in line, as spirited as she was. As you exchanged words with Larys Strong, you could see Rhaenyra speaking with her father, both voices increasing in tandem with their agitation. As their argument came to a crest, gathering the attention of the court, Rhaenyra stormed off.

“Pardon me, Larys I must go!”

Larys, understanding your role, nodded and stepped aside as you tried your best not to run in the tent, trying to make it through the maze of people. Once you were at the exit you broke into a sprint at the same time someone was walking in.

“Excuse me, I’m so sorry!” you apologized, not even recognizing the tall man you had bumped into. Ser Harwin Strong had seen you at court, a quiet shadow to the fiery Princess Rhaenyra, and had only formally met you when King Viserys had introduced you to the court. Watching you run after her he couldn’t help a small smile, he found your panicked state quite adorable. As he watched you go after Rhaenyra, his brother inched closer to him.

“Lady Vaelor is most kind, I’m sure she did not mean to leave in such a haste,” Larys noted.

“Do you spend time with her often?” Harwin turned to his brother. “We sometimes cross paths in the library and will have tea with others from court in the Godswood,” Larys replied.

“Do I sense romance?” Harwin teased but Larys rolled his eyes. “No. But from the way you constantly ask after her and the way you stared at her bottom as she walked past I’d say you had that notion in your own head,” Larys replied coolly. Harwin let out a bark of laughter, slapping his brother on the arm before continuing into the tent, the feeling of your body pressing against his, still on his mind.

“Rhaenyra wait!” you cried, lifting the bottom of your skirt as you tried to keep up with her long strides but she was soon galloping off into the forest.

“Ser Criston-,” you called out and you didn’t need to finish as he helped you up on your horse before mourning his own. Without wasting another minute your steeds were off, racing to follow Rhaenyra. You loved your cousin dearly, would defend her to the very end but sometimes you swore she was trying to give you gray hairs. Thankfully you were a skilled rider and even in your dress you quickly caught up with her. Criston grabbed the reins of her horse and she scowled as she was stopped.

“Gods above Rhaenyra give me warning next time you decide to run off,” you shook your head, patting the neck of your horse to calm it down.

“I just couldn’t stand it one more minute! I don’t want to marry,” she pouted, silver strands whirling around her face. Criston looked over to you and you both exchanged a serious look, shaking your head in disappointment but the air of seriousness broke as Rhaenyra smirked, making the forest come alive with your trio’s laughter.

Rhaenyra insisted on walking back but you were nowhere close to the camp by the time the sun had set. Thankfully your horses had food and water and a light blanket strapped to them so you assisted Criston in making the fire as Rhaenyra set up for the night.

“Do you think the realm would ever accept me as Queen?” Rhaenyra broke the calm silence as you all ate the bread and meat from your packs.

“The lords bent the knee to you Princess,” Criston replied but she didn’t seem satisfied by that answer.

“I think that you will be a great Queen. The realm never had a chance to be reigned by a Queen before. They may be uncomfortable at first but once you prove yourself to them they will love you as I do cousin,” you said making her grin. Before she could reply there was a rustle in the distance and the horses began to whine. Criston was up and peering into the darkness, sword at the ready for whatever it could be. From the corner of your eye you saw Rhaenyra bring out her glinting dagger and you cursed yourself for being unprepared. Suddenly you and Rhaenyra screamed as a large boar burst through the bushes and rammed into Criston sending him flying to the side. It barreled straight towards Rhaenyra, jumping on top of her as she let out another scream. The urge to defend and protect surged through you as you grabbed her dagger from the ground. With a cry you plunged it into the boar’s back with a sickening crunch. Blood sprayed everywhere, hot and sticky, and the squeals of the boar filled the air. Criston pulled Rhaenyra out from under the boar as you continued to stab it, not stopping until it went completely still. The dagger fell from your hands, and you looked down, eyes widening in realization. Blood poured down your face and neck and the light purple fabric of your dress turned maroon.

“Fuck,” you hung your head.

“Fuck indeed,” Rhaenyra whispered, as she held onto Criston tightly.

“Cheers to Lady Vaelor, Slayer of Boars,” Criston breathed out before you fell over in exhaustion.

The following morning your trio finally made it back to the royal camp, exhausted, dirty and in need of a bath. The only upside was your kill which was being dragged by Criston’s horse. It soon became clear to everyone who had killed the boar. Climbing off your horse you tried to keep your composure as dozens of eyes watched you. Thank the gods your mother was not here or she would have dragged you off by your ear. Judgment and shock were evident on everyone’s faces as you walked alongside Rhaenyra. She had some blood splattered on her boots but you were drenched. It must have been quite the sight, Lady (Y/N) Vaelor, Princess Rhaenyra’s Lady in Waiting covered in the blood of the boar she had slain. What caught you by surprise was that in the sea of judgmental gazes there was a man, smiling. He was grinning as he peeled the skin off a rabbit, eyes roaming over you in a way that sent a delightful shiver over your body. Then you quickly realized who it was- Ser Harwin Strong. Thankfully the blush that spread across your cheeks was hidden by the blood. You were acquaintances with his brother Larys but had never gotten the chance to spend time with the man they called Breakbones. There he was eyeing you with a mixture of awe and something else, a sort of hunger. Breaking away from his gaze you followed Rhaenyra to your personal tent for a long awaited bath.

Later that evening you mustered the courage to come out of your tent and eat dinner. King Viserys had publicly thanked you for the boar, which was cooked for tonight. Not used to all of this attention you kept to the edge of the feast, picking at your meal. A shadow passed over you and when you looked up, your heart began to beat as fast as a hummingbirds.

“Ser Harwin,” you curtsied, dress pooling around you, tongue grazing your teeth to make sure nothing was stuck in it.

“At ease Lady Vealor,” he replied seriously as if you were a fellow member of the Night’s Watch, making you giggle. “That was horrible, I apologize,” Harwin chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

“No, it was quite funny. How can I help Ser Harwin, if you are looking for the Princess-,” you began but he stepped closer to you, close enough that you needed to look up as he towered over you. “No, I was looking for you,” he said. Another blush spread across your cheeks and you found yourself at a loss for words. The most handsome man in Westeros (in your opinion because Rhaenyra would argue Daemon) was looking for you?!

“What do you say to going out on a small hunt of our own?” he asked hopefully. “I was impressed by your killing of the boar and I’ve heard you enjoy archery-,” he continued to ramble, as if afraid to hear rejection from you.

“I’d love to.”

Harwin paused, eyes widening with happiness and he suppressed the urge to sweep you up in his arms at the moment. Gathering his composure he stepped back, “Tomorrow morning then, I shall arrive at your tent at sunrise, My Lady,” Harwin bowed his head.

“See you then Ser Harwin,” you curtsied before dashing off to find Rhaenyra.

Morning couldn’t come soon enough and when Harwin announced himself outside your tent you were ready, flinging the curtain open. Harwin forgot what he was going to say as he looked down at you as he gulped. Gone was the usual purple dress, today you looked like a huntress. Hair braided away from your face, leather trousers, your house sigil of two spears embroidered on your vest.

“Good morning Ser Harwin, Princess Rhaenyra is spending the day with the King so it looks like I’m all yours today,” you greeted him with a shy smile.

“I’ll take any time I get with you Lady (Y/N),” Harwin smiled back before offering you his arm.

Your conversation had started light as you walked through camp, the usual pleasantries especially with so many ears around but as you made your way deeper into the forest you found yourself opening up more. Harwin was a great listener, nodding along to your stories and quite eager to learn more about you as he asked about your home, your life. It wasn’t long before you began to see evidence of rabbits in the area, Harwin insisting you take the lead on the hunt.

“Wouldn’t you prefer to be out there hunting down deer and wolves Ser Harwin, instead of hunting little rabbits with a Lady,” you teased as you crouched down. Harwin crouched down beside you, angling his body closer to yours.

“There’s nowhere I’d rather be at this moment,” he whispered, his breath tickling your ear. Turning to look at him, you were entranced by the depth of his eyes and you resisted the urge to run your hand through his mess of curls, turning back to the task at hand. Harwin watched as you brought out your bow, silently parting the bushes to get a clearer look at your target.

Notching the arrow your eyes narrowed in concentration, as you prepared your kill. Slowly your breaths evened out and with a final exhale your arrow went flying before hitting the rabbit straight through the eye.

“Damn!” Harwin cheered, squeezing your shoulder. Other men would have chastised you for your skill, or felt their manhood threatened but not Harwin. Ser Harwin Strong was not like other men, and you could already feel the stir of love in your chest.

After a few hours you had amassed quite a few rabbits and hares, Harwin carrying them in a bag as you walked beside him. With every step your bodies inched closer, shoulders grazing one another’s. After a few more minutes you approached a small creek bed that led to the camp and before you could look for a log to cross over, Harwin offered you his hand. Thinking he would guide you through the small stream you took it, “Thank you Ser-,” you began but let out a squeak as he wrapped his muscular arm around your waist and hoisted you up against his body. Instinctively you curled up against him, arms snaking around his neck as he walked you both through the water. He did not let you go however until you came closer to the camp, not at all tired. As he let you down you fought the urge to pout, not wanting to leave his comforting grasp.

“I’ve had a wonderful time, truly,” you thanked him, looking up at Harwin.

“Please just Harwin,” he said, hand reaching out to wipe dirt off your cheek gently.

“Harwin,” you echoed.

“Can I ask you something?” Harwin asked a bit nervously, and you nodded. “Why did you say yes to coming with me? I know my reputation-.”

“I said yes because you’re not like other men. You asked me to hunt with you, not to watch you hunt. Your brother Larys speaks nothing but good things about you. You’ve been nothing but kind to me Harwin,” you said sincerely. It was Harwin’s turn to blush and he looked around quickly to make sure no one was watching. Leaning forward his hand came to cup your neck and for a moment you thought he was aiming for your lips but instead his lips pressed against your forehead in a sweet kiss, so delicate for someone nicknamed Breakbones.

“I will always be kind to you (Y/N), I will be by your side if you let me,” Harwin whispered as he stared longingly into your eyes.

“I want nothing more,” you whispered back before surging upwards to kiss him, not caring who saw. Little did you know your journey with him would not end there but your relationship would blossom and endure through a civil war of fire and blood. Ballads would be sung of his strength in battle and of yours in diplomacy and eventually dragon riding, and in the end your children would carry on the legacy of both your houses with pride and glory.

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 1 month

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Ostara chapter 2

Note: a second part to the Ostara fic, inspired by a lovely anon's idea!

Warnings: 18+, suggestive, mention of alcohol.

pairing: Sihtric x you (f)

summary: The spring equinox celebration continued.

wordcount: 1,7k

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Ostara. The yearly celebration to welcome back spring. And why would it only be celebrated once, if the spring equinox could be celebrated for several days in a row? And that is exactly what your town always did.

The first night of the festivity had been a surprising one, for your husband, Sihtric, had kept away from drinking too much ale and had given you a chase through the woods you would long remember.

You were still bedazzled by the happenings of the night before, that when you finally woke up in bed the next afternoon, wrapped in your husband's arms as he was peacefully snoring next to you, you needed a moment to ground yourself again and wake up fully. You turned to Sihtric, who was still far away in his dreams, and you plucked a few twigs and crumbs of leaves from his messy hair. You loved him so dearly, more than anything or anyone else in this world, and you kissed his forehead before you snuck out of his safe embrace.

There was no time for you to stay snug under the sheets, as you were to clean up the town along with other wives and daughters of the husbands and sons who had left the mess the night before. You slipped on a new dress and tightened the laces, then made haste to join the other ladies. While cleaning up and preparing the town's square again for the night, you were asked by several ladies where you had been the night before, as they had only seen you and Sihtric briefly.

'The woods,' you said nonchalantly, 'it was a beautiful night, so… we went for a stroll.'

'The woods?' one lady replied, 'have you not heard the wolf that roams there in the night?'

'The wolf?' you scoffed, 'there is no wolf in these woods.'

'I have heard it too,' another lady added as she clutched her broom, 'last night, during the celebration. I heard the likes of a howling wolf in… in heat.'

You coughed as you almost choked on your own saliva, remembering how your husband had howled loudly through the woods as he chased you, ready to breed you, while the owl had hooted and bats had flapped their wings above the treetops.

'I… I have not heard such a thing,' you waved off their concerns, 'and besides, I was with my husband. He would surely protect me if we were to encounter a beast like that.'

'I do not know if a man could protect his loved one against a wolf,' the first lady muttered.

'Well,' you scorned, 'I don't know about your husband, but my husband is a warrior and-'

'A foul creature,' an old lady suddenly spat, and her face revealed her sneer was not towards a supposed wolf, but to the beast that was your husband.

You opened your mouth to speak, but decided against it as you figured the old lady, who somehow knew every secret in town, probably had more knowledge about that wolf. You thought no one had been aware of your little escape with Sihtric, and you weren't prepared for your secret to come out like that, so you quickly continued the preparations.

Your mind wandered as you adjusted the decorations, reminiscing about the night before. You felt a blush on your cheeks as you remembered the way your husband's hair felt between your fingers, while his tongue pleased you in the most unholy ways and his grip on your thighs created bruises which would last for days after. You recalled the softness of Sihtric's fur cloak beneath you and the warmth of his body above you, as he humped you vigorously while the sky subtly changed from darkness to light. And you remembered how he had carried you home, lovingly and with the utmost care, once you were filled with his seed and both beyond satisfied.

You only snapped out of your remembrance when you suddenly felt two arms around your waist and lips being pressed onto your neck; your husband had risen from his slumber and found you not long before dusk would fall.

'My love,' Sihtric whispered and twirled you around to face him, then cupped your cheeks and kissed your lips sweetly.

'And my love,' you smiled, your hands slowly moving up and down his clothed arms.

'How is my wife feeling today?' he asked and brought his hand down to your belly, 'with my pups, perhaps?'

'Sihtric,' you sighed and rolled your eyes, but a smile continued to curl your lips, 'we'll find out soon, but not this soon.'

'We could always try again tonight,' your husband smirked, 'to make sure…'

'You will remain sober another night?'

'If that means I get to chase you again.'

You returned the cheeky smile, already anticipating another night of love and lust under the moonlit sky, and you pecked your husband's cheek before the festivity was about to start again.

You sat on a stool, arms crossed and with a face that made everyone stay far away from you. You gritted your teeth while you watched your husband gulp down another full jug of ale amidst his friends, near the bonfire, and you huffed in anger.

'So much for remaining sober,' you muttered and kicked at a lone rock near your feet.

You sighed and averted your eyes for merely a few seconds, but your attention was drawn back quickly upon hearing a sudden commotion and the sound of cups clattering on the sandy ground. Your eyes found your husband with his fingers curled around the neck of some other man's tunic, getting ready to throw a punch, and you jumped up before he could knock the man's lights out.

You shouted your husband's name as you stormed towards the drunk men, who all stepped away upon seeing your fury, except for Sihtric, who was oblivious to his surroundings in his drunk state.

'Enough!' you yelled and grabbed your husband's hands, tearing them off the drunk who had looked at him wrongly, 'home, now!'

Sihtric snapped his head towards you and gave you a disapproving look, then pulled his arms out of your grip and he looked you up and down.

'Woman,' he hissed with a grimace, then turned on his heels and stumbled towards where he remembered you had been seated.

'Sihtric!' you groaned and chased after him, 'we go home, now!'

You grabbed his arm to gain his attention, but instead going with you, he pulled away once again.

'Lady!' Sihtric barked, 'I will not go home with you!'

'Excuse me?' you scoffed, 'I think you will-'

'No, I am a married man!'

You blinked in confusion at your own husband, who just announced very sternly to his own wife that he was married, yet refused to go home with you.

'I know,' you replied, 'we are married, and we are going home.'

'No, I shall go home with my wife,' your husband slurred lightly, 'I must find my wife,' he looked around and mumbled as he wandered off, 'where… where is my wife?'

You watched in disbelief how your husband stumbled around the celebration, searching for you, looking so lost and confused as he couldn't find you where he had last seen you. You watched how he managed to drag his feet towards his friends, and asked Finan if he had seen you. Finan laughed and cocked his head towards you, but Sihtric wasn't having it.

'I can't find her,' he kept saying, 'I can't find my wife, Finan. And that woman over there,' he said and grabbed Finan to pull him closer, as if he was to tell a secret, 'she keeps telling me to go home with her. What do I do?'

'Go home with her,' Finan shrugged, knowing that woman was his seemingly lost wife.

'By the gods,' Sihtric gasped and stepped away from Finan, 'how dare you suggest I leave here with a lady that is not my wife,' he suddenly looked at you for a few long seconds, then back at Finan, and he leaned in closer, 'she looks like my wife?'

'She does,' Finan agreed.

'She is remarkably beautiful,' Sihtric said to his friend.

'If only she was your wife, ey?' Finan snorted and slapped Sihtric's shoulder, then pushed him your way.

'Okay,' you sighed and grabbed Sihtric's hand as he stumbled towards you, 'it's time to go home, I've had enough of this.'

You pulled his arm but Sihtric wouldn't move an inch, and he tried to wildly pull away again.

'I am not leaving without my wife!'

'I am your wife!'

Sihtric fought your grip again as you refused to let go of him, you pulled and tugged at each other, but your husband was obviously stronger and he suddenly picked you up and walked you over to the stool you had been seated on before.

'There,' he said after he had set you down, 'now, I shall go look for my wife,' he hiccuped, and once again you watched in disbelief how your husband returned to the heart of the celebration, searching for you and hoarsely shouting out your name in the hopes to draw you towards him.

You threw your head back against the wall and groaned, you knew this had to play itself out, so you just sat there and waited. The celebrating crowd, those who were not drunk enough at least, started to notice and understand what was going on. And soon everyone became amused with your bewildered husband in search of his wife, who was simply waiting for him on a stool outside of the packed tavern he had just disappeared into.

You waited and waited, while several people tried to get through to your husband that you were waiting outside. Then finally, after a long hour, your husband stepped out of the tavern and suddenly his eyes found you, and they widened as a sense of relief washed over him.

'My love,' he gasped, clearly sobered up, and clasped his hands in front of his mouth, then rushed over and took your face, 'my love, I found you,' he nearly whispered and kissed your face all over, 'I- I've been looking everywhere. Where have you been?'

'I… just… you know what, nevermind. However,' you sighed and smiled, then leaned in closer and cupped his cheeks, 'the people believe a wolf roams our forest, my dear, for it has been heard the night before, or so they say.'

'Do they now?' Sihtric smirked playfully.

'Yes, my darling,' you whispered and kissed his lips, 'now hop, my husband, like a little bunny… for this wolf is hungry.'

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marvelfanfics1 · 2 years

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Heya!

I have a request for winterwidow x little!reader x little!peter :)

I saw that you wrote about breastfeeding with natasha and that how i came up with this senario :)

So my idea was that winterwidow adopted peter not so long ago (he does call them daddy and mommy <3) and he also really wants to breastfeed like his little sister/brother but hes to shy to ask. Maybe one day natasha would have both of her breast out while feeding y/n and he would fiddle with her breast or something in result that her breast leaks and he tries it in the hope nobody saw him but bucky did and tells natasha that peter might wants to breastfeed?

Maybe endd it with a bunch of fluff and them breastfeeding together?

no idea if thats possible but hey who knows right :)

Idk if this makes any sense and i am sorry that its so long <3

If you prefer not writing this cuz of little!peter or any other aspect please ignore this request <3

I really really love your writing btw <3

Everybody wants Mommy's boobies

(GIFs not mine)

Pairing: cg!winterwidow x little!reader x little!Peter

Warnings: Age Regression, breastfeeding, fluff

A/n: I literally adore little!Peter 😭 I would do anything to have this in real

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Peter joined your little family a few weeks ago and has settled in pretty quickly, enjoying having so many people that care for him and love him dearly.

You and Peter were inseparable, always playing with each other or cuddling on the sofa while watching cartoons, you even shared a bed with him because you always climbed out of your crib and into Peter's bed (now your crib was only used as a punishment, that if you did something bad you weren't allowed to sleep in either Peter's or your caregiver's bed).

Often there were also nights when you both would sleep in your Mommy and Daddy's bed when you behaved well.

Speaking of bedtime, you would mostly get breastfed before being laid down to sleep and Peter can't help but watch you and Natasha being so close, wishing he could join.

Peter's regression age is close to yours but he's still the big brother, which he absolutely loves, he's very protective over you and your caregivers but sometimes he just wants to be babied but is too shy to ask for it, Bucky and Natasha already did so much and he doesn't want to seem ungrateful, scared they will get rid of him, which they never would!

It was that night when you both got the privilege of sleeping in your caregiver's bed and Peter woke up around 1:00 am, groaning and turning out of Bucky's tight hold, facing you and Natasha.

His face flushed when he saw his Mommy was wearing no top and you laying with your head on her shoulder, mouth hanging open.

He guessed that you woke up as well a little while ago and Natasha decided to just let you suck from her breast, falling back asleep with you.

Peter bit on his lip, hesitantly reaching out to tap against her boob, looking if she woke and he sighed in relief when she didn't.

He did it again and gasped a little when a few drops of milk leaked, catching it with his finger and smelling it before sucking it off, humming at how good it actually is, no wonder why you're so attached to it.

He yawned and was satisfied with the few drops he got, snuggling back into the pillows and falling asleep again, not noticing that Bucky had been watching the whole time.

The next morning Natasha carefully got up from the bed, making her way to the bathroom and getting ready for the day.

While braiding her hair she smiled when Bucky appeared behind her, his hair all messy and in nothing but some black briefs.

He wrapped his arms around her front, his hands trailing up to fondle with her breast.

"I should let them out all the time with how addicted you and Y/n are to them," she chuckled and Bucky remembered last night's actions.

"We are not the only ones," He said and Natasha looked at him through the mirror confused. "I saw Peter trying some of your breast milk last night. I think he might want to be breastfed but is too afraid or is to shy to ask."

"Poor boy, how haven't I noticed that before," she mumbled mostly to herself.

"Hey..." Bucky turned her around, taking the hair tie from the counter and finishing the braid for her, handing her a shirt to put on. "Everything is fine. How about we give Y/n a bottle today and let Peter try to be breastfed, looking if he likes it or not?"

Natasha nodded and kissed her husband deeply until they both heard giggles coming from their bedroom, entered the bedroom, and smiled when they saw Peter tickling you awake.

"Peter, don't forget to let her breathe," Bucky chuckled and Peter stopped his attack on you, blushing when you kissed his cheek.

"You two are adorable," Natasha cooed, leaning down to nuzzle your nose with hers.

You made grabby hands for your Mommy to pick you up which she gladly did, turning to look at Bucky and nodding towards Peter who was about to get up, leaving the room with you clinging onto her.

"Come here, buddy," Bucky smiled and also picked him up, Peter was surprised at first but didn't complain and placed his head on his daddy's shoulder.

Throughout the day Bucky and Natasha babied Peter more than usual and he was enjoying this more than he showed, but the amazing caregivers they are know exactly what to do.

Natasha finally got you to take your nap, placing you carefully in your bed and making her way to the living room where she saw her two boys cuddling and noticed Peter sucking on his thumb, quickly pulling it out again when he saw her coming inside.

She chuckled a little and sat down next to Peter, brushing his brown curls away from his face, and smiling at how relaxed he is.

"You want some milk, Pete?" She asked and Peter instantly nod at the question, sitting up a little.

His eyes widened when Natasha suddenly pulled her shirt over her head, he started to blush like mad not knowing what to say or do next.

She leaned against the couch and waved him over to her, helping him to lay comfortably on her lap and feeling he was a little tense.

"We don't have to go any further if you don't want to, baby," She assured him, scratching his scalp just like he loves it.

"I...I would wike to try it, mommy," he said, making his caregivers smile at him.

Peter turned his head, being face to face with Natasha's boob, slowly leaning in and wrapping his lips around her nipple and starting to suckle.

"There we go," Natasha trailed off, turning her head and smiling at Bucky who was just as happy as her.

Peter's eyes started to flutter close, his nap time nearing as well and Natasha continued to scratch his head, lulling him to sleep while he was still concentrating on suckling.

"Look at that, he just needed a little push," Bucky smiled, his head resting on Natasha's shoulder. "10 bucks that Y/n will get jealous."

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moonlightazriel · 4 months

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Son of the Darkness Epilogue /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: Hidden for so long The court of shadows thrived, and things were great until the high lord's death, now the next in line should assume the crown of high lord of shadows, will he accept his duties?

Warnings: None

Word Count: 625

Notes: It’s a bittersweet feeling as SOD is finished, this was my first multichapter series and I love it so much, it was a very nice journey.

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Y/N sighed, her hands resting on her desk as she sipped the warm tea, a soft knock sounded on the other side of the door, and as the door opened, a male stepped in.

“High Lady.” He bowed his head a little. “This appeared today, it’s for you.” He approached the table and left the letter on top of the papers that were scattered around.

“Thank you, Yur.” She said and the male just nodded, leaving her office. She reached for the letter, no name on it, but she opened the envelope, grabbing the paper inside.

“Dear Y/N!

It’s been a while since we saw each other, things have been great ever since our last encounter. Nyx is growing up so fast, it makes my heart ache with the change.

Nesta and Cassian are happily enjoying their mated life, training the priestesses and whoever wants to join them in combat.

Elain is out in Spring Court with Lucien, the two of them are doing a great job in rebuilding Spring alongside Tamlin, and slowly learning about their bond. Elain told me she plans to accept it soon.

We’ve been happy, and we miss you dearly, but I’m afraid things aren’t as good as we thought, as things with the Mortal Queens are still tense and a new threat looms in the dark.

Rhys doesn’t want to disturb, he says that you and Az need your peace, but I know he is distressed, that he hasn’t been sleeping, fearing that we’re forced to go to battle again.

From a High Lady to another, I beg for your help. We need to prepare for whatever is coming.

Love, Feyre!”

The words made her heart twist on her chest, what could it be now? She clenched her fists, the thought of another thing to disturb their well deserved peace made her blood boil.

She got up, going after her mate, the letter clutched in hands. She found him by the sparring ring, Eris was there, she had no idea they were even coming today. Eva quickly wrapped her from behind.

“I missed you baby.” She says and Y/N smiles at her.

“We missed you too.” She replies, still feeling tense. Azriel immediately turns to her, blocking Eris and striding towards his wife.

“Something wrong?” He asks, feeling her distress through the bond. His hand rested on her belly.

“They need us.” She said, letter in hand. Azriel quickly reads through it.

“I’m sorry but we can’t go.” He replies.

“Of course we can, I still can handle myself Az.” He rolled his eyes.

“You’re four months pregnant, woman.” He pointed and Y/N shrugged.

“I still beat your ass any time.” She argues. “I’m not dying Azriel, I can fight just as well as I could.” Azriel held his mate closer.

“Please, reconsider.” He pouted and she pinched his cheek.

“No! Now we need to get ready, all of us.” She looked around, Eva and Eris nodded but Azriel still didn’t want her risking her life.

“There’s nothing I can say to make you give up?” He begged.

“I never ran away from danger, and I certainly don’t plan to do it now.” She rubbed her belly.

“Okay, but if I feel like you’re in danger, no matter how small, I’m protecting you, and only you, you’re my priority.” He warned.

“Such a Mother Hen.” She joked, pulling her mate in for a kiss. “We will be safe Az, with you, we’re always safe.” She reassured him.

“I can’t say no to my mate.” He finally gave in. “I bet they will be quite shocked about you.” He pointed to the round belly forming.

“Let’s just say that I love to do a big entrance.”

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lets-try-some-writing · 10 days

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I think i figured something out

Earth - life

Unicron - death

Moon - love

Mars - family

Pluto - safety

Earth creates with no regard for herself. She is a mother. She is a caretaker. She is the cradle for humanity and so many other living being upon her surface. She loves them all without regard for their flaws. Born from a god of destruction, she is life embodied.

Moon is a Titan from an age of fire and ash. He loves so dearly that sometimes it can look like wrath. Despite Earth's origin, he loves her dearly. Despite how much humanity hurts his love, he allows them to continue because Earth adores them. He loves so much it hurts, and still he carries on. It is in his nature to love, no matter how deeply it can ache at times.

Unicron is destruction and death incarnate. However, despite his rough exterior, death is not always unkind. Sometimes it comes slowly, creeping and waiting as it does for Earth and her beloved Moon. Sometimes it is quick and ungracious, seeping into flesh and bones to wither away humans and other organics alike. Death has no favorites. Death is impartial. Unicron does not care for who you were or who you are. All will come to him in time.

Mars is a being meant serve as a safe haven. Much like Moon, love is in his very code. But unlike his brother, his love is wider and freely given. All who need a place to rest their head may come to him. He offers shelter, he offers peace. Mars is a patient father waiting for his children to return to him. All are welcome and all may stay. He will love them with the joy of Primus himself.

Pluto is wrath and devotion given form. Born to serve and love from a distance, his weapons are raised not for himself, but for those who have no way to protect themselves. He hates with such viciousness that it can turn to venom on his tongue, and yet that hate is all so that others will have no need to carry wrath of their own. He takes it all and carries it with him, primed and ready to be used to strike down foes. This is how he shows his devotion.

Each are important, and each offer their own gifts.

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colourstreakgryffin · 8 months

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Hi! Can I request Douma’s demon daughter reacting to him being in a serious relationship? Especially if she is jealous & a bit of a yandere toward her dad :D

Ooh! Okay, we’ve had just had point of views from Douma’s side but now we can have us being jealous! I like this idea!

Douma- Sharing a Heart

What? Where did this woman come from? What is she doing to your father?!

Jealous… you were so jealous. You couldn’t stand the fact your beloved father, the one you’ve been happy with for years is now unhappy with his life and trying to pursue some demonness. This is ridiculous, he doesn’t need a relationship

You glared hateful holes into that woman as she kissed and cooed at Douma, with your father reciprocating the love. How dare she trick the all mighty powerful Upper Moon 2 into believing he needs a partner now

But since you loved Douma, your father so dearly. You hid away your jealous, your raging thoughts and imagining how you would freeze her over then push her body off a cliff. To break off the spell she had put on your father, you were ready to kill the demonness for him

Your father always protected you so you wanted to protect him. You weren’t really sure if you should act on your jealousy but you were convinced that she was using him in one way or another; for his power, for his money, for his status. Whatever is her motive, you can’t let her hurt Douma

You did understand and accept fully that Douma loved her… but he needs to realise that she is a threat

Angrily grumbling, you tugged at your father’s Hakama pants from the side of his luxurious plush throne. You wanted his attention but he had been spending all day cuddling and chatting with that woman. Yes, you know fully that they are in love and she has Douma’s heart but you couldn’t stand how she pushed you to the side. Douma always said his heart will always be devoted to you, his precious daughter

But here you are, actively asking for his attention when you could just sit in his lap and get his full, unconditional love without so much as raising a finger. This demoness just showing up and stealing Douma’s heart so intensely has just ruined everything! Your father barely pays attention to you now and all he cares about is pleasing his lady. This isn’t fair! This stupid demonness has hypnotised him into forgetting about you

Douma internally flinched as a snapout from his lovey-dovey trance and trailed down to look at his side, exactly where the pull originated from. Oh, you’re still in the room? He didn’t know that, he thought he had called one of his many loyal lady-servants to take you away. He felt sorry that you had to sit there and listen to him and his lady speak all romantically to each other. Douma was about to call out for a peasant of his to take you away, with the way his lips parted, when you acted first

No, you won’t let that woman kick you out of his life again

Grabbing his closest wrist and pulling his arm down so his torso would fall to your level. His gorgeous rainbow eyes were glued onto you, you missed his attention and his love. Was it so hard or so wrong to want your father back? You don’t have anybody but him and he is sharing his heart with somebody else…. It’s making you feel as if he will get rid of you, that he won’t need a daughter anymore to be happy

Please… don’t leave, please don’t leave me

“Can we talk in privacy, Daddy? I want us to be alone… so please ask your lady to go outside for a moment. It’ll be quick”

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Happy Solstice, Shadowsinger! (ER) - A Gwynriel One-Shot

A little fluffy fic that features Gwynriel's first official family outing for the winter solstice, written from multiple perspectives of the inner circle and their perception of the couple.

word count: 5.1k

warnings: crude language

Azriel always thought that waiting around for the right moment to strike suited him and his personality. Waiting and observing came natural to him. He found solace in the dark quiet, alone with his thoughts and Shadows.

Tonight, however, he wanted to crawl out of his skin in anticipation.

“Az, stop fidgeting.”, Nesta mumbled under her breath. He hadn’t even noticed he moved – so much for being the Spymaster of this court. His brother’s mate stood beside him in the bustling living room of the River House, a glass of sparkling champaign cradled in her hand. They had sought their refuge in the corner of the room, closest to the door. Just like it had been last year on this very occasion.

Now, however, he didn’t want to drown in self-pity due to his unrequired longing.

Now, he waited for his date to arrive.

“I’m sure she’ll be here soon, and I’m sure everything will be alright. She is ready for this.”, Nesta continued to whisper affirmations to him, which only caused his Shadows to swirl more excitedly around his shoulders and wings. Nesta just promised them the soon arrival of their favorite person after all.

Azriel had blurted out the question only last week, asking Gwyn to be his date for the winter solstice. Even though they had shared innocent touches, deep secrets and plenty of kisses with each other up to this point, Azriel was still nervous to be taking this next step. His family, however dearly he loved them, could be a lot. And Gwyn was used to solitude. If he could, he would protect her from every prying eye, every mean thought of the world.

His thinking was promptly interrupted by the new arrival to the sitting room which let out a high-pitched screech. “Awy!”

And that would be his little nephew, who for the life of him couldn’t pronounce the Shadowsinger’s name. Azriel’s heart melted just a little as the future High Lord of the Night Court stumbled in his direction on uneven footing, blabbering excitedly and waving his little hands. Always the obedient servant, he picked up Nyx and positioned him on his hip. Nesta too stepped closer to gush over the babe.

Nyx was at an age where everything was interesting, and everything needed to be touched and inspected. Azriel’s hair, nose and Shadows were no exception to the rule. The babe tried to catch a strand of black mist, while Azriel placed a kiss atop his head. Nyx had been only the second person to not be immediately afraid, or at least a little hesitant, around his Shadows. The first would hopefully arrive soon to spare his heart from giving out with excitement.

“That look suits you brother.”, Rhys came up behind them, leaning on the doorframe with all of his highlordly-charisma, eyes trained on his son, “Let’s hope your mysterious date for the night proves to be your forever partner.”

Azriel rolled his eyes at him, even though his insides squeezed together violently, in complete and utter agreement with his younger brother.

“If you didn’t spend so much time talking, little Nyx here might already have a sibling. Don’t you have a duty to your court, mylord?”, Nesta drawled from her spot next to him, eyebrows raised in challenge.

Rhys’s cunning stare fixed on Nesta. “Anything concerning future children will be on Feyre to decide. And until then, I’ll impart all my wisdom upon you, as is the duty of the brilliant.” He bowed mockingly in Nesta’s direction, causing her to snort.

“Sometime soon you have to share the secret on how to endure his lordships presence with me, Az.”, was all she commented, turning her back to Rhys and stealing Nyx out of Azriel’s hands.

Az smiled mildly, both at his sister-in-law and at his brother. They had called a truce when Nesta saved Feyre and the babe from certain death. That truce didn’t prevent them from bickering like an old couple though. Not that he would share that particular thought with them – he’d lose at least one of his balls in the process.

“By the way”, Nesta was already on her way to Cassian when she turned again, a smug smile on her lips, “I do know Azriel’s date for the night. So much for imparting wisdom.”

Rhys looked dumbstruck, mouth slightly agape as he watched Nesta prance over to the sofa, where Cassian and her now went about hogging little Nyx. He immediately seized up Azriel. “She knows?”

Azriel raised his hands in surrender. Gwyn had requested one thing at the start of their relationship, and that was privacy. Nesta knew, obviously, because she was like a sister to Gwyn. And if Nesta knew, chances were Cassian was on it too. Azriel wasn’t one to gossip about his lovers anyways, so the whole lot of the inner circle was completely unaware about who was coming to their festivities tonight.

“Nesta found out through another person, not me. I didn’t tell a soul.”, Azriel tried to calm his nosy brother down. “And you’ll see her within the hour anyways. It’s no big deal.”

Rhys threw him another hurtful stare, before nodding his head. “Why didn’t she arrive with you?”

“She had other obligations to fulfill beforehand, but she’ll try to cut them short.”, Azriel’s answer was as vague as he could get, otherwise the identity of his date would have been clear. Gwyn was at the dusk service in the city until 6.30pm and would join them as soon as she was done.

Rhys just nodded his understanding. “But do tell me one thing, brother.”, he placed his hand on Azriel’s shoulder, squeezing in his familiar manner, “Does she make you happy?”

Asking if Gwyn was making him happy was like asking if the sun warmed the earth, or if the moon shone at night. He was convinced he didn’t even know true happiness until that female came into his life.

“She does. More than I ever thought was possible.”, was his honest answer.

Rhys nodded again, his hand falling off Azriel’s shoulder. “Good. Then I can’t wait to welcome her into this family.”

***

The doorbell announced her arrival just half an hour after.

Azriel’s family, and what some members of it considered family too, was still gathered in the sitting room of the house. Mor had started drinking. Nesta had too – to cancel out Mor’s increasingly intoxicated rambling. Feyre, Mother bless her, tried to keep Cassian from inspecting, weighing, and shaking every present already piled under the tree. But what Cassian didn’t reach, Nyx covered for him.

Azriel quickly got up, hoping with all his might they didn’t hear the doorbell over their noise, and hurried to the front door.

“Happy Solstice, Shadowsinger!”

The last time she uttered these exact words to him, he thought she meant it as a farewell. As a ‘Well, nice talk, but don’t you have places to be?’. It startled him just slightly, how much change a year could bring. How, now, he didn’t quite know how to function without her presence.

“I’m glad you made it, Berdara. Come in.”

Gwyneth Berdara was a sight to behold. She was positively glowing, all the way from her snow speckled hair to her rosy cheeks to her frost-glazed coat. In her hand, she held a linen pouch of what looked like presents. But her eyes – Mother her eyes! – spoke of so much joy and light that he almost forgot his own nerves at the prospect of having to expose her to his family.

Azriel tried his hardest to step away from the door enough to let her in, but not enough to let people behind him get a glimpse of her. He might even have flared his wings a little just so they could bask in their private bubble for a few more seconds.

When Gwyn finally stood so close to him that he could feel the cold radiate off her, he leaned down to capture her lips with his for a moment. She tasted how she always did – like cherries and chocolate. And seeing her in this house felt like the final piece of the puzzle clicking into place. Like his heart mending over and glowing quietly in her presence.

“Happy Solstice to you too, love.”

***

Rhysand knew who Azriel’s secret date was the moment Nesta confessed that she knew too. After all, there weren’t many people who managed to befriend both his brother and sister-in-law. The fact that she’d managed to do that, and hold onto their affection like she did, must make Gwyneth Berdara a true saint. Or just incredibly unlucky.

He sensed her arrival a few seconds before Azriel jumped out of his chair like Mor had suggested a group hug. She had to breach the wards of his house, after all. And then he held his breath, observing his family and the merry fire of the hearth, until his brother formally introduced her to the guests. He waited a suspiciously long time for that to happen – so much, that he was certain Azriel had just snuck off with her and abandoned all plans of celebration.

But there she was.

Even though the priestess wasn’t a small female, Azriel still dwarfed her as he led her into the sitting room. Rhys suppressed his grin as he figured out exactly why their height difference was so apparent tonight. Azriel’s wings were flared, posture ramrod-straight, and his Shadows swirling around them both like a gigantic black cloak. He tried to commit this picture to memory, so he could tease the hell out of his older brother as soon as he got the chance.

“Everyone, this is Gwyn. Gwyn, this is, well –“, Azriel then went around the room, calling names and relations respectively. The priestess by his side seemed only a little intimidated by the sheer amount of people present, and flashed everyone a bright smile. Well, Feyre and Rhys (much to the former’s horror) got a curtsy.

Cassian barked out a loud laugh. “Stop that immediately Gwyn, or he’ll make you curtsey every time he enters the room.”

Rhys just raised his eyebrows, grinning first as Cassian, then at Gwyn. “I just might think about that. Happy Solstice, Gwyn, and welcome.”

Nesta took that as her cue to race over to the priestess and engulfing her in a hug. Then, one by one, every member of their family said their greetings. Azriel stood by her the whole time, as unmovable as a mountain, and smiled. Well, smiled seems like too little of a world. His brother beamed, his hand barely moving from the small of Gwyn’s back.

And that’s when Rhys knew.

***

Nesta felt like the proud mother of a child who had just recited a poem to their relatives without faltering. Like she might raise her glass any second and toast to the existence of Gwyn, who, in all fairness, would slide off her chair in shame. So Nesta suppressed the thought and instead reached for another roll.

Because her mind couldn’t really find a fault in that idea.

The dining room of the River House could have come straight out of a Winter Solstice commercial at this point, with garlands tastefully wrapped around the walls, candles burning and an abundance of food that no collective effort from the group could ever demolish. And, even though the picture-perfectness of it all still made her stomach churn a little bit, she found herself smiling at her favorite people – thankful to be here and not on the other side of the massive bay window.

Especially the fiercely loyal and wonderful redhead seated right next to her evoked that feeling of gratefulness, and pride. Every time she saw a flash of copper in the periphery of her vision, she was reminded again of Gwyn’s journey and her bravery. And of the fact that she found her first true friend in the priestess.

“And then – wait, what did he say again?”, Mor was already fumbling for words at the other end of the table – as well as another glass of wine – while telling some ridiculous story of a male asking her out. Another thing to give Gwyn credit for: listening seemingly interested to Mor’s stories and not wanting to bang her head straight into a wall. Rhy’s cousin was the personification of nausea.

Cassian chimed in, drawling out the syllables while trying to mimic the bloke they made fun of. “He said: “Nah! Give me a chance girl. Spend a night with me and you’ll never want pus-“

“That’s quite enough brother, thank you.”, Rhys interrupted carefully before little Nyx learned a new word tonight.

Mor’s eyes glowed with mischief while continuing. “He was so full of himself! If he hadn’t been so drunk and stumbly, he’d have walked through the club with his crotch first.”

Beside her, Gwyn’s hand shot up to cover her mouth in scandal and amusement. Nesta leaned over, whispering, “Before you ask: Yes, they are always like this. Especially after a few bottles of wine.”

The priestess’s eyes sparkled as she answered with an equally low voice, “Then I have no idea why you don’t like them that much!”

Nesta snorted. Gwyn, despite her introverted tendencies, was a people person.

“Mor, I think we should turn to more peaceful topics. What will Gwyn think of us, talking about people’s bits at the dinner table.”, Feyre chimed in a soon as she saw an opening in conversation. If her sister knew just how likely it was that intimate bits came up at the table…

From her other side, Cassian flashed her a surprised smirk. Nesta still had issues filtering which thoughts made it through the bond and which were best kept secret. She couldn’t complain about the heavy, warm hand though, that now found its place on her thigh in silent, steady company.

“How was the solstice service, Gwyn?”, Cassian asked, leaning forward to catch Gwyn’s eye and giving her an encouraging smile.

The priestess quickly swallowed her food. “It was lovely. Very different from the way we usually do it in the library, but charming nonetheless. More music, actually, and less of the ceremonial business.”, she beamed, cheeks tinting pink just slightly. Her eyes sought Azriel’s as she spoke, then wandering courageously up and down the table.

“Do you sing yourself?”, Elain asked from where she sat right beside Feyre, still a little flour on her bodice from all her baking. Her sister initially looked a bit taken aback by the vibrant, beautiful female who had Azriel wrapped around her little finger, even if she was unaware of it herself. But Nesta saw her trying.

“I do. It’s my absolute favorite part about all services. Honestly, it’s the only thing getting me out of bed for the dawn worship some days.”, she replied, a chuckle in her voice which Elain mirrored. With her melodic voice, it wasn’t hard to believe that Gwyn didn’t just like to sing, but that she sang well.

“I visited a few times now. You can’t compare it to any religious worship we might have had across the border. It felt … enthralling.”, Nesta now chimed in, still unsure where Elain was taking this conversation.

But Gwyn seemed unaware. “Why don’t you come yourself and see if you like it? I’ll walk you there, the chapel is a little tricky to find. I recommend the dusk service though, if you value your sleep.”

Nesta felt more than she saw Rhys draw in a breath and Feyre flashing him a warning look. Azriel, too, stiffened on his chair. Her own eyes were bouncing back and forth between the two females, then staying on Elain.

They all felt some weird, unspoken business between the Shadowsinger and Elain last year. And were now waiting for the other shoe to drop.

The pause was over in a heartbeat though, as her sister smiled back at the priestess. “I would love to see it myself. Thank you for inviting me. Should I wear something specific?”

Gwyn didn’t miss a beat and immediately rattled off a list of appropriate outfits, jewelry and hair styles – all with explanations as to why they became fashionable with the priestesses and the symbolism behind them.

And just like that, the tension that seemed to have overpowered every person at the table – except Elain and Gwyn themselves – evaporated. Nesta caught Azriel’s gaze when the females fell into easy conversation, Gwyn now complimenting Elain on her baking, and they smiled at each other.

Their worry was absolutely misplaced, it seemed.

Dinner went on after that encounter, and Gwyn fit in so nicely with the family it was as if she had been a part of it for ages. But what was there not to love about the priestess? Of course, they would all fall head over heels for her.

No one as much as Azriel, though.

The change in his demeanor was obvious. With the way Azriel usually was, Nesta felt almost like an intruder when she observed the two. Like she barged in on some intimate moment that should have stayed between the couple. It turned out, cool and collected Azriel had an infinite reservoir of affection that he was all to happy to spend on one person only.

Every time he reached for Gwyn’s hands and brought them to his lips for a quick kiss, when she leaned over to whisper some kind of joke that made them both chuckle, or when he served her a ridiculous amount of dessert, Nesta couldn’t help but smile.

They both deserved this. An easy, quiet love that flowed as strong as a current.

Never mind that Nesta would still hang Azriel by the balls if he ever did something stupid.

Still, as Nesta settled back on her chair with a blissfully heavy belly, she knew.

***

Cassian could honestly jump through all floors of this house and the roof with happiness. But Feyre wouldn’t approve – that was the only thing holding him back and in his designated armchair in front of the fire.

His brother had finally found his courage, and the necessary charm he usually kept well-hidden, and asked the female of his dreams to the solstice party. The warlord had no idea how long the two had been an item, with Nesta-dearest not uttering even a hint in his direction, let alone the vault named Azriel himself, but from the way they acted around each other it must have been at least half a year.

It was honestly hard to tell, since Gwyn had this air of irreverence around his brother from their very first day of training.

The Shadowsinger was currently sat on one of the sprawling sofas, Gwyn tucked closely to his side, while more and more presents started piling in from wherever Rhys kept them hidden.

All that previous snooping for nothing. He knew the ass would hold back the best ones so Cassian didn’t have a chance to scout beforehand. With Azriel and Gwyn, Rhysand and Feyre, Mor, Amren and Varian, Elain and Nyx, and finally Nesta and Cassian, the living room resembled a wrapping factory. He didn’t even want to estimate the accumulated wealth currently sitting underneath the tree.

“So, who wants to start? We’ll be sitting here for hours anyways.”, Rhys clapped his hands and surveyed his family. They all held back their own ego, waiting for Nyx to have his first turn, but the boy sat patiently in his mother’s lap, more than content as he played with a loose ribbon.

“I will sacrifice myself.”, Amren drawled from behind him, prancing forward and going through the presents with a scarily accurate precision. Like she could sniff out the hidden jewelry from beneath the packaging. Only when she couldn’t fit any more packages in the tiny span of her arms did she return to her seat, spreading out her bounty over hers and Varian’s lap.

“Will we all go one by one?”, Gwyn whispered in Azriel’s, Cassian’s and Nesta’s general direction, her gaze flicking between the presents underneath the tree and Amren tearing into hers, “Because I’m not sure I can handle the attention.”

“I second that. Let’s go all at once.”, Azriel replied. His brother had been advocating for a simultaneous present opening for decades and seemed all to happy to lessen Gwyn’s worries. Nesta sprung into motion, calling out names and distributing the first round of packaged goods among them.

As she carefully placed a beautifully wrapped, large box on Gwyn’s lap, the priestess lit up with excitement. “Who is this from?”

“Yours truly”, Nes winked at her before settling down herself, a similarly large box next to her, “And if my calculations are correct, this is from you.”

Gwyn nodded, biting her lip a little as she observed the difference in wrapping. It was pretty obvious which presents the priestess brought with her from the house of wind, and which were acquired mostly in Velaris. But Nesta beamed as she opened her box and pulled out a rather massive collection volume of novels by an author named Sellyn Drake.

“Oh wow, look at those sprayed edges!”, she exclaimed, running her fingers over the intricate images and golden accents. Cassian observed the females with a smile, happy for Nesta to have found such a friend. And because for whatever reason, his mate always seemed to be in the mood after reading form this particular author.

Gwyn smiled, her own present balancing forgotten on her knees, “There is more!”

And sure there was. Nesta could barely tear her eyes away from the novel as she pulled out a smaller box, which revealed to hold lovely pearl earrings with sparkling moons and stars engraved in the stone. From behind them, they even heard Amren draw in a breath as she spied Nesta’s gift.

Cassian shared a glance with Az which seemed to communicate his absolute anxiety in trying to trump the priestess’s taste in presents. The Shadowsinger only smiled and raised his eyebrow in mocking challenge. Since Azriel was the master of conjuring up the most well-received gifts, the ass obviously had nothing to worry about.

Gwyn finally tore into her present too, which held soft, turquoise duvet sheets as well as an assortment of scented candles. The priestess ran her hands over the luxurious fabric in awe, probably already picturing how it would look in her newly acquired room in the house of wind.

Among the general mumble that ensured as everyone opened and redistributed their presents, Gwyn rose to draw Nesta into a tight hug. “Thank you so much, Nes.”

“No worries. I wanted to be first though, because I’m sure I can’t trump Azriel’s gift for you.”, Nesta chuckled.

Almost inaudibly over the excited chatter and Nyx’s squeals of happiness, Az mumbled, “She has a point.”

On cue, two neatly wrapped presents flowed over to them on a dark breeze, gently plopping on Gwyn’s lap who looked over to Azriel with a challenging look in her eyes. “We’ll see about that Shadowsinger.”

But Gwyn’s pompous demeanor changed quickly as she beheld the contents of his gifts. One was a portable journal Azriel said the priestess could use for services with a beautiful gold and white cover, patterned and glowing like the scales of a siren’s tail.

“How can I bring myself to write something in it, it’s too beautiful!”, Gwyn exclaimed as she leafed through the pages, each one shining with an iridescent sheen. The second present contained a knitted, cream-colored cardigan which Gwyn put on immediately, her face lit up with joy as she felt its softness. ‘Because you can’t keep running around the library with a blanket slung over you’, Azriel explained.

The whole family passed a few pleasurable hours like this, going through the plethora of presents until the pile of wrapping paper started to look like Mount Ramiel. But even after all was cleared away and wine got exchanged for hot chocolate and tea, the inner circle remained seated around the fire, exchanging stories and watching little Nyx in amusement.

Cassian couldn’t help thinking how well Gwyn fit into their family, slowly warming up more and animatedly talking to Feyre and Varian. Even Amren deigned to perch on the arm of their couch for a time to quietly talk to Gwyn, apparently quite taken with the priestess’s wit and happy about the ‘grown-up conversations she could finally have in this house with her present’.

Among the chatter and flow of conversation, Cassian managed to catch the gaze of Rhys, who, one arm around Feyre’s shoulder and the other stroking Nyx’s back, levelled his stare right back to him. I never knew he could be like this, Rhys’s voice filled his head and a discreet nod into Azriel’s direction confirmed what Cassian had been thinking this whole evening – Mother, even the last few months. Never had he seen another female that inspired their older, grumpy brother to be this attentive, this gentle and talkative.

Mind you, he still was quiet most of the time, content to lay back and follow the conversation or add some sly commentary of his own, but compared to last solstice, their brother showed outright cheerful behavior. The quiet encouragement shining off him when the priestess sought his gaze or the squeeze of his hand from time to time was enough to make even Cassian swoon.

Me either, but I also never saw you as a one-female-kind-of-guy until you got yourself whipped, Cassian directed his thoughts through their mental connection, hoping to convey the teasing undertone.

Rhys only directed a meaningful look at Nesta before jumping back to him. It’s quite nice though, isn’t it?

Cassian couldn’t help the smirk that stretched his lips, subconsciously drawing Nesta more closely to him. Even when he and his brothers were in their wild youths, they had yearned for something permanent, something mere friendship and the environment of war and hate couldn’t provide for them. It seemed that now, after centuries of instability, they had found their peace.

I never realized I needed to see him like this until today, Cassian admitted, letting his gaze linger on Azriel’s relaxed form. Even his shadows were content to sway around his shoulders, occasionally pooling in Gwyn’s lap like a cat made out of pure night.

Rhys nodded absentmindedly, For all the shit he went through, let’s hope this is it for him.

And as Cassian surveyed his family, especially the newest addition, he knew.

***

Mor felt sick to her stomach.

And it wasn’t even the day after solstice, when her hangovers usually kicked in with a vengeance.

After tossing and turning for what felt like hours and consulting the ancient gilded clock in her room, she decided to get some vomiting-prevention going and stumbled out of her bedroom, towards the stairs of the massive house.

The hallway was bathed in darkness, all residents probably sleeping peacefully and non-intoxicated in their beds. Mor cursed herself for her lack of willpower when it came to Rhys’s wine collection and tried to activate her remaining functioning braincells in order to not stumble and break her toes.

She half-limped, half-crawled down step after step, maintaining a vice-like grip on the banister as she swayed forward. Mor hoped she didn’t make any noise, but she couldn’t be sure over the whooshing sounds that filled her ears.

It took all of her effort, but eventually, she reached the bottom of the stairs. Where she nearly stumbled on her ass in surprise.

She had been so focused on her mission, she hadn’t even seen the soft golden glow that still emanated from the living room. The hushed, secretive voices slowly becoming more audible as she crept towards the half-open door.

Seated on the bay window that looked out the icy river flowing beyond were Gwyn and Azriel, so completely absorbed in their whispered conversation that it seemed they hadn’t heard her. The young priestess lay between Azriel’s legs, her upper body supported by his chest, as they gazed out the window to the dancing snowflakes.

Mor’s heart gave a little squeeze at the sight. The comfort and intimacy the scene presented. The way Azriel interlaced his fingers with Gwyn’s, his other arm coming around her waist to hold her even tighter.

She was ashamed of the way she toyed with the male for countless decades, too afraid of their friendship breaking to speak her truth and in turn do right by him – even though she had no reason to believe that Az would have betrayed her secret. And for all his longing gazes, his crushed hopes and fierce loyalty, he deeply deserved this.

This love that seemed to be so honest, so raw and vulnerable that you couldn’t help but root for them. That seemed to give Azriel the security and attention he so desperately craved, a place where he doesn’t feel the need to hide himself or parts of his personality in order to be accepted.

Gwyn’s love and support surrounded her friend like a blanket, cancelling out his sharp edges, and it was visible to everyone who knew the Shadowsinger beyond his violent reputation. He seemed calmer, more at ease with himself and the world. Attentive as always, but with a demeanor that softened just slightly, that allowed room for error and for joy.

It wasn’t the dramatic love of Feyre and Rhys, or the brutally challenging love of Nesta and Cassian. It wasn’t just a seedling that would eventually pine away under the pressure of darkness and secrecy. No, Gwyn’s and Azriel’s love snuck up on them, having quietly but diligently build a bridge between their souls that now appeared impossible to break.

Mor was just about to retreat from the door when Azriel’s head turned in her direction, a shadow moving by his ear. He didn’t utter a word, neither to her nor the priestess that had fallen silent as she sat there with her eyes closed. But he flashed Mor a small smile.

Not a quick twitch of his lips as an answer to being caught with Gwyn, nor the smile he showed the world when he was uncomfortable, the one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. The smile that lit up his whole face now, letting him go from handsome to extraordinarily beautiful, spoke volumes about the male and the priestess cradled in his arms.

Mor found herself smiling in return, stepping back and closing the door as quietly as she could when she felt her eyes water.

As she made her way to the kitchen, her heart so much lighter than just a minute before, Mor knew three things with frightening certainty.

That this love was so right she felt its truth in her bones.

That this love went beyond what Azriel ever felt for her.

And that it will only grow stronger.

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sugumii · 1 year

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Dan Heng x Reader: Never forget

TW: Angst, mentions of death.

A/N: I was talking to an AI and bro was SPITTING so I got inspiration from its poetry. Credits to that AI because WOW.

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Just a boy who met a girl.

Who both found a light that illuminates each other’s heart — someone who saw one another fully, and who they could see back.

It was strange.

The fact that someone could offer their utmost loyalty to another, to be together and to share each other’s heart… that's a kind of love that makes you look forward to tomorrow, isn't it?

Dan Heng reminisced on his first encounter with them. How their eyes sparkled with joy upon seeing him appear. How he offered his hand to aid them and how they took it almost instantly. He remembered how when their hands touched one another a jolt of electricity ran through him. Almost as if their touch seemed familiar to him.

Dan Heng remembered how beautiful/handsome they were when they first met. The way their e/c eyes sparkled with newfound curiosity and how their cheeks wrinkled from their beam. They looked surreal, so magnificent, and breathtaking. The male remembered how his heart skipped a beat and how he wished to befriend someone for the very first time on his own.

It was like it was meant to be.

Suddenly, a voice interrupted the dark haired male’s thoughts, causing him to flinch and drop his notes. He cursed silently, bending over to pick up his book. He paused upon reading the title, mouth turning into a frown. It wasn’t just any book, it’s cover had been labeled by his own hand.

A journal of memories of the both of you.

He picked up the book gently with trembling hands, resisting the temptation to open it and flip through its contents. He knew he had hid this away and would have to open it someday, but he didn’t feel ready to just yet.

But he missed you. Dearly.

He wanted to see your face and refresh his mind on the fond memories you two shared. The beauty in the smile you wore and the shine your eyes never failed to exhibit.

With shaky hands and a deep inhale, Dan Heng cautiously put his hand on the page to open it.

“Dan Heng!” A voice interrupted him once again, resulting in him placing the book down immediately. “Welt, Stelle, and I are going to Xianzhou Luofu! You should join us, we have to go investigate some Stellaron!”

He sighed, eyes with a hint of worry as he replied.

“Apologies, March… however, I’ll be staying on the express. Do be careful and have a safe journey.”

A whine was heard on the other side of the door as she voiced her complaints before being called by Welt and rushing off. Dan Heng went to lie down on his makeshift bed and sighed, eyes never leaving the book.

Love was truly an infinite subject. It was something we search for all our lives, in all the things we do and in the people we meet. A feeling that enriches our lives and enlightens our hearts.

Love is what makes life worth living. Being able to spend the rest of your lives together in pure bliss enjoying the comfort of each other’s companies. It is being able to believe in another. It's about supporting each other in the good times and the bad, about always being present for someone when they need you — and them the same for you.

Dan Heng’s eyes watered, tears slowly spilling down his cheeks. A sob threatened to spill from his throat, but he suffered in silence, refusing to even let out the smallest of noises.

Love was about never being alone. It was about knowing that someone is always there to support and believe in you even in the darkest hours of the night. But if that was really true… then where were you?

He cried. If only he could’ve done more for you.

If only he was there for you to protect you. Then maybe you still would’ve been here, with him. In his arms.

Then maybe you wouldn’t be gone from this world, leaving him all alone in this cruel world. To be tortured every hour of each waking day, haunted by the mere memory of your dying face. How your lips trembled as blood gushed out your wound. How you cried tears of sorrow and apologized for leaving him so soon.

He remembered the shock he felt upon seeing his lover in such a state. Never in a thousand years did he ever dream of seeing you taking your last dying breath before him. He remembered how tightly he held onto your hands with tears streaming down his cheeks nonstop. How he screamed for shouts for help and how everything was going to be okay. How he could fix this and take you to a doctor, but too much blood had already been lost.

He wouldn’t have made it.

He remembered picking you up as gently as he could, bolting to the Express. How he told you sweet nothings and how much he loved you and how everything was going to be alright. How you’d both be smiling tomorrow again joking about this incident in the future and being together forever.

He remembered looking down at your face as his heart dropped. How your eyes were closed and your chest stopped heaving up and down. He felt the coldness of your skin and slowed down, crumbling to his knees with you in his arms. It was then that he knew…

You were gone.

Dan Heng’s tears intensified as his heart rate quickened tremendously. His breathing got faster and faster as he clutched his chest, hand over his heart. He couldn’t bear this torture any longer. What life was worth living if it wasn’t with you? Why did you have to die? Why couldn’t he have gotten there sooner? Regrets filled him endlessly as he blamed himself for the incident over and over again.

Love was a source of immense joy and deep sorrow— the two sides of this precious treasure thing we call love.

Love is being willing to do anything for the sake of another. For that person to be happy, to protect and support them in every way you can. But why couldn’t he do that for you? He couldn’t save you…

Love is being lost in the memory of their warmth and touch. Their smile and eyes.

But what if the memory was of the bad things too? Being haunted by the picture of their death and never forgetting. Constantly being reminded of them and drowning in an endless amount of sorrow and pain. Missing them dearly every day for the rest of his life? Never being able to move on and forget their everything?

Yes… maybe that’s an example of love too.

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