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With Darkness comes Night III

Feysand x reader fic

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4 (coming soon)

Warnings: vulgar language, speaking of death

The Night Court is in mourning for the High Lord’s son. The news had spread the same night Ember’s venom spread through Nyx’s body. No one was allowed to leave or join the camp in fear of another attack. No one was allowed in the High Lord and Lady’s cabin except for the healers they trusted and their Inner Circle. But all healers told them the same, that it was too late. The venom had already spread, and there was no antidote. 

Feyre and Rhys sat next to Nyx on the bed, wiping the sweat gathered on his forehead. Their hearts broke more, each time Nyx winced, cried and spasmed out of his pain. The wound, now stretching over his entire stomach, let out a sour odour. They had already opened the windows, and the cold breeze helped ground them. 

With their hearts in their throats, they all jumped up when they heard the door open. Helion walked in, with a heavy expression. He held a vial of Nyx’s blood in his hand, even from the other side of the room you could smell the venom in it. 

“My magic cannot help you with this, my friends.” Before he even finished speaking, most of the room had already fallen deeper into their grief. The sour air filled with the salty scent of their tears. 

“I feel like I must remind you of your only other option.” 

“Absolutely, not.” Growled Amren, she’d be damned if she let that wicked Keeper close to Nyx. 

Rhysand cleared his throat twice, failing to speak over the lump stuck in his throat. “Do it,” he said, “summon her.” Rhys did not understand how the Keeper was connected to all of this. Was she the one doing it? Or was she suffering just like they were? Rhysand could not ignore the grief he saw in her eyes, at both the monster's death and his son’s attack. 

This time it was Helion, who cleared his throat, albeit more uncomfortably. “She’s already here. I feel her presence somewhere close.” 

Amren stood up in anger, if she had her previous form, Helion was sure her eyes would be glowing out of ire. “Where is the fucking bitch? Azriel tell me. I know you sense her too.” 

“I’m right here.” A voice from somewhere said. They didn’t know whether it came from outside, inside, up or above them. The voice sounded far away, as if not even in this layer of reality. 

“My friend,” Helion started, holding his hand out, “please show yourself, we need your help.” 

You appeared as close to Helion and as far away from Amren as possible. You weren’t scared of her, but you feared that the idea of giving her some extra ‘sleepy time’ sounded very… quiet. 

Helion had already raised his hand to silence her. Surprisingly, Amren obeyed. The idea of Nyx dying truly changed them all. 

Feyre turned to you, her eyes wild and desperate. “Can you help him?” 

Amren scoffed, “She is the one who put him—,” 

“I did not bring harm to him.” You interrupted quickly. You turned to the High Lady and High Lord. “I would not break our treaty, truly.” 

Helion this time silenced Amren’s response with magic and led her out of the room. Leaving you with Rhys, Feyre and Azriel. Helion gave you an encouraging smile, softly but loudly heard. 

“What happened, Keeper? I don’t understand what is happening?” You sat next to Feyre, a hand on her shoulder. Your heart reacted heavily to the way her voice shook and you took a deep breath to ground yourself. 

“There is something happening to my children. It must be magic… or a curse. It makes them forget everything and attack everything. I have lost…,” You couldn’t keep speaking, your voice got stuck in your throat. 

“I lost five of my children. Five! Trust me, I am not behind this.” Feyre made a mournful sound next to you and laid her hand over yours on her shoulder, squeezing reassuringly. 

“I believe you.” She said, and there was no place for the other two men to disagree with her. “We could help each other, I’m sure. One mother to another?” 

All of you looked at Nyx, struggling to stay alive. “It is not a matter of an antidote, I’m afraid.” And then you explained what needed to happen. 

You had created Ember from your magic, just like every mother did. Ember’s magic was yours, just like yours were his. He was created in the war, to protect the dark forests. His venom was poisonous to everyone, except to those made out of the same magic. His brothers and sisters were safe. You could make Nyx safe too, but not with an antidote. 

“So to save Nyx, you need to make him of your magic? Of you?”

”Nyx already has some of my magic, being a child of the darkness and starlight.” 

Rhysand looked disturbed, and you feared you would not get the permission to help Nyx. “Does that make me your child too?” 

You laughed and shook your head quickly. Luckily the others laughed with you too. It lightened the heavy atmosphere in the room. 

“No, Rhysand. You and I share magic, but you got your powers when you were born. Before I was created.” 

He looked at you sideways, and a small grin, even though it was lined with grief, adorned his lips. “So I’m older than you?”  

You chuckled once again. “My vessel is younger, yes. But my powers are ancient. I existed before time itself.” 

“What about me?” Asked the Shadowsinger softly. 

You thought back to the lonely boy, scared and hurt. “I helped make you, I suppose. I tried to help you, but the Fates didn’t allow me to do much.” You had wished you could have done more. Especially after you had made him a Shadowsinger, you had felt a deep connection. You could not bear how he suffered, but you were not allowed to do anything. 

“You did help me, in a way. Will the fates allow you to help Nyx?” You needed to give him more than some sort of power, you needed to save him. 

“That depends on what Feyre and Rhysand decide.” 

One look was shared. “Whatever you need to do, do it.” They answered, before they truly thought about what it could mean, about what could happen. Suddenly, Rhysand panicked and thought about Amren’s distrust towards you. 

“Does this mean he has to live in the forest?” Rhysand asked, “I will admit, Nyx is a very spoiled prince, he won’t survive in there.” 

You chuckled once again, but this time alone. Did they truly think you were that evil? That you would steal their child? 

“No.” You answered firmly. “But I will have to visit once in a while.” Otherwise, Nyx would suffer from his powers, he would need to be connected closely to you. 

A sigh of relief echoed throughout the room. “I suppose we’ll be seeing each other a lot anyway.” Said Feyre, her tone was calm and collected, but there was still panic and worry in her eyes. 

When you gave her a confused look, she explained herself. “To heal our lands of this plague, before it spreads even more.” 

You didn’t want to think about it. The thought of possibly losing another child because of this plague might be your undoing. 

You sat closer to Nyx, and wiped the sweat off his brow. You asked his parents if they were ready, because it was not only Nyx who would feel the shift in his being. You received a firm ‘yes’, and you didn’t hesitate to start one of the most beautiful processes your powers granted you. 

“There,” you said after a while. “He’ll wake up soon, feeling better.” You felt an immense need to stay, but you did not feel welcome to. So you stood up, with a heavy, but relieved heart. 

A hand stopped you, and hope blossomed.

 “Thank you.” Rhysand said, but the dismissal was clear. 

You nodded and walked your way to the door, but was stopped when it opened suddenly. 

In front of you stood the General. Cassian went through many emotions, but eventually stuck with surprise. 

“Y/n?”

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La Belle Étoile sans Merci

I love "La Belle Dame Sans Merci: a Ballad" by John Keats and I love Jegulus, so...

I heavily based myself on this ballad, which you can find here.

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Once upon a time, a traveller met a knight, who was sitting alone on a hill. All around him laid withered plants and flowers, and the blue of the lake had faded into an ugly brown. The beautiful singing of the birds was replaced by woeful silence. 

The traveller asked the pale knight what was ailing him. The other man looked pale, exhausted and crestfallen. How could this be, when the harvest was done and all was well? 

The knight looked up, hair adorned with withered flowers and a lily on his brow. He said, with anguish clear in his voice, that he had met someone in a meadow, named Regulus. He had the beauty of the brightest star. The knight, whose name was James, thought he must have been a faery’s child. Regulus had soft, black hair, on which moonlight shone, just as brightly as it would on a lake. He had wild, unsettling and grey eyes, in which James would have gladly drowned in. 

They got to know each other, the knight had even made a flower crown for him. It was fitting, he had said, because Regulus had the beauty of a prince. Later, they exchanged more than just flowers with each other. 

They spent the entire day with each other, and at the end of it, James was enchanted by Regulus’ faery’s songs. When James suggested parting for the search of food, Regulus found him food from the forest. With each bite, James fell deeper into the enthralling feelings he had for Regulus. He was sure that Regulus felt the same. 

James confessed his love, and Regulus told him that he loved him too. They went to Regulus’ home, where they lay together. James had felt his heart soar, as Regulus curled against him, sighing. He gave him four kisses, to shut his wild, grey eyes. Lulled by his calm breaths, they both fell asleep. 

He dreamt, first of the beautiful stars, but then of kings, princes and warriors. They were death-pale, and warned him of the beautiful star in his arms, for he had no mercy. They made it clear to him that if he didn’t leave, this would be his last dream ever. 

James told the traveller that he could see their horridly starved lips and awoke immediately. He gave his beautiful star one last kiss on his soft, inviting lips, and then ran. He didn’t know how long he ran, or how long he had been sitting on this hill by the lake. 

Even though he sat there, alone and palely loitering, his soul was still with his beautiful star. His mind was still entranced by Regulus’ whole being. He felt his heart breaking more, the longer he spent time apart from him. 

The traveller smiled in sympathy and offered him a hand. At last, the knight looked at the traveller, who had eyes like a starry night, and asked his name. Sirius, said he, and if James came with him, the birds would sing again soon.

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With Darkness comes Night II

Feysand x reader fic

Chapter 0

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Vermax, Xoalloit, Ragos and Lyssi, four of your most loyal darlings were now gone. Taken away by a sickness even the oldest of Fae in the Dark Forest couldn’t identify. Even the Allknowing couldn’t see what or who was making your children sick. No one knew and most were too scared to find out. They feared to fall into the same abbyss of darkness and oblivion the other Dark Creatures had fallen into. You also feared others would get infected with this cycle of death. Fortunately, the High Lord and the High Lady thought the same. Because, this plague didn’t only kill those infected, but also many around them. The sickness infected the mind until its bearer only had one thing left in its mind.

Death

You had already lost four of your most loyal children, yet you feared it would not take long before more lives would be taken by the fast-spreading sickness. Your dear twins had already left. They could not bear the heartbreak of their visions about their sibling‘s deaths and your own grief. So, you could not depend on their knowledge for the next step. Even when they left, no words of wisdom were shared. It was too much for them to speak of the monstrosities, yet you really wished they were here. Not only for their powers, but also just to hold them close.

Your days blended together. Either you spend them in your bed, unmoving and grieving. Or you spend them searching through the forest, desperate to find the source of the sickness. You tried to follow the path your children took in the last days before they died, but it held no pattern. The source was ever-moving, and it made you think that it wasn’t caused by something but rather someone. Someone who had knowledge of the Dark Forest and knew how to survive it. Someone who knew the ancient paths and the location of the creatures you held dear.

It had been roughly a week since the High Lord and the Inner Circle visited you, yet you had gained no further insight. You knew that the infection started in the brain and affected the very core of the soul. It made the infected forget everything. They forgot about themselves, all their memories, and their surroundings. They forgot about you, their mother. All they knew was to kill. To destroy. The infection fed on their emotions and memories, so that only their base instinct of protecting themselves and attacking others was left.

The infection wasn’t spread by sickness or blood; it was spread by magic. A dark sort of magic that had nothing to do with yours, so a magic that shouldn’t even be able to exist. It must be an otherworldly type of magic.

You also knew that someone else got infected. The strange magic had intensified in the air; it was like a force pressing down on you. Yet, you did not know who would be next. The magic had a foul stench. Your senses ached as you tried to follow it, and everything screamed at you to stop following the trail of dark magic, but you couldn’t possibly abandon whoever was infected.

It took five days before you felt someone trying to breach the border, separating the Dark Forest from a northern war camp. You recognized the magic trying to break your walls, and the recognition broke your heart. Under the stench of the creator of this plague, you weren't able to identify him before. 

It was Ember, one of your young ones. Well, young for Faes... Unfortunately, his raw and furious magic made a hole in the border before you could reach him. The smell of the plague overpowered the locations Ember had visited. Everything smelled fresh, as if you had just missed him. That couldn’t be true, as Ember was days ahead of you on foot. Another thing you learned about this infection, this plague, is that it broke whatever bond you had with them. Not only as their mother, of course, but also as their Master. The laws of this forest, magical laws, bonds, and deals simply vanished. Whatever tied them to this forest and to you disappeared. Not only that, the plague made them powerful and almost too hard to kill.

That’s why you were so worried that Ember had reached the war camp. His only instinct was to kill, and he wasn’t going to be stopped by them anytime soon because they were simply not capable. You were, but how could you possibly kill your own child?

Luckily, one of your many powers was that you could winnow yourself between the folds of the shadows. When you reached the scene, many lives had already been taken. This plague spared no one. Ember was tearing his way through the camp, and had you not been born during Chaos, you would not be able to make sense of his goal. But you were born during chaos; it was second nature to you, beside darkness, and between the deaths and violence, you could see exactly where Ember was heading.

The son of the High Lord, Nyx.

He was still untrained, young, and apparently alone. You did not spot anyone of his family nearby. You wanted to reach the prince before it was too late, but the Illyrian soldiers saw you as the enemy too. Winnowing with that many around could go wrong, especially nearby Ember, as he could react terribly at your sudden presence.

You couldn’t, however, kill the soldiers in your way; that would only aggravate the situation. You eventually neared the prince, not as fast as you wished, but luckily you weren’t the only one besides Ember getting close. The Inner Circle was finally present and helping wherever they could. Evacuating, mostly, and getting ready to kill the so-called monster

They forgot one thing. Ember was special. Poisonous, as many of your children are, but also nearly unkillable. The only thing that could kill him was the spear made out of the same power as the one he was created from. There’s only one person who could wield that spear. The Keeper of the Forest, you.

You had to remind yourself that the creature attacking the camp and the prince, wasn’t your Ember anymore. His mind, soul, and body had already succumbed to the plague. However, that was easier said than done.

"And where do you think you’re going, Keeper?" Not her again, you thought. Amren must be the most aggravating Second in Command any of the Keepers ever had the displeasure of meeting.

"I’m the only one capable of stopping this. So if I were you, I’d get out of my way." The woman in front of you scoffed.

"You mean, the one who started this? The one commanding these creatures to attack our camps?" So not only was Amren annoying and a hypocrite, she was also daft. It was not so long ago that you made it clear you weren’t behind the attacks. Both their people and yours are the victims of this plague. You didn't have time to explain this again, so you did what anyone would do: give the tiny one some sleepy time.

Amren was charging at you with all her might, yet with your powers, all you had to do was point your spear towards her and blast, and down she went. Stepping over her unconscious body, you had to navigate yourself again amidst the chaos. It wasn’t difficult to find the prince, as he was directly under Ember. His blood was already spreading in the snow underneath him, contrasting with his entirely black suit. If the situation hadn’t been so dire, you would have called it a pretty sight.

Ember was special—special in a dangerous way. He was created after the first war with the Hybern King, designed to be hard to kill and impossible to survive. His venom was fatal to anyone but the Keeper and their children. And the Keeper was the only one fatal to Ember. You, his master and mother, were the only one who could kill him. The only one who could stop him from completely ripping the High Lord’s son apart.

You could already hear the screams of agony from him and his mate, crying out for their son. Their pain strung a cord deep inside of you, one you had never felt before. The unknown feeling was unfamiliar, but it only cemented your decision.

You twisted the ancient spear in your hand and let muscle memory do the rest. Your weapon went directly into Ember’s heart and evaporated him from the inside out. As you fell to your knees in the blood-covered snow, you realized you couldn’t even hold Ember in his last moments. You could only watch as whatever was left of him was blown away by the wind.

It hurt, not only mentally but physically. Not only because you lost a child, but because of the magic that tied him to you. You crumbled more into yourself, covering your ears against the screams you heard, unaware that they were your own.

You distinctively felt arms coming around your body, urging you up. From the corner of your eyes, you saw the scars covering them, but you had already felt his presence. Your lovely Shadowsinger.

"You have to leave. The people here want to kill you." He urged you more as the mourning and angry Illyrian soldiers came closer to you. It didn’t matter to them that you had just killed Ember; they wanted your blood.

Another scream, not your own, was heard, and both of your heads snapped up to the commotion. It was Nyx.

The High Lord was looking at you desperately for answers. Why weren’t the wounds healing? Why, every time Feyre healed them, they opened back up? You shook your head mournfully. There was nothing to be done. Ember’s venom had already spread throughout his body. Even if they found a way to heal his wounds, the venom would kill him. Rhysand collapsed even more to the ground, cradling his son closer to him.

Unable to see the deaths of two sons, you winnowed back to your Forest.

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Sooooo.. 👉👈 when are you going to update ( with darkness comes night)

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With Darkness comes Night I

Feysand x reader fic

Chapter 0

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Vermax, Xoalloit, Ragos and Lyssi, four of your most loyal darlings were now gone. Taken away by a sickness even the oldest of Fae in the Dark Forest couldn’t identify. Even the Allknowing couldn’t see what or who was making your children sick. No one knew and most were too scared to find out. They feared to fall into the same abyss of darkness and oblivion the other Dark Creatures had fallen into. You also feared others would get infected with this cycle of death. Fortunately, the High Lord and the High Lady thought the same. Because, this plague didn’t only kill those infected, but also many around them. The sickness infected the mind until its bearer only had one thing left in its mind. 

Death. 

The Dark Forest felt even more ominous than they had expected. They had obviously anticipated that it wouldn’t be a pleasant trip as they didn’t have the most favourable reputation amongst the dwellers of the Dark Forest. Many of the convicted Fae were taken from these forests to The Prison. Rhysand, along with Azriel and Amren, didn’t only feel hostility, but also fear. They felt many eyes upon them, belonging to both Fae and Dark Creatures and all those in between. As they climbed on the path towards the Allknowing, they were surrounded by all sorts of creatures. Luckily for them, the path was protected by a spell. 

Long ago, when the Night Court had its first High Lord, a pact was made. The first High Lord established a friendship with those living in the dangerous, vast forests he couldn’t control. More importantly, he became friends with the one person who could control those creatures: the Keeper of the Dark Forest. In return for a safe passage, he gave the Keeper a very special weapon. What that weapon was and what it could do eventually got lost in the many following stories and mistranslations.

Rhysand, Azriel and Amren were walking down the same protected path as the first High Lord of the Night Court once walked upon. Only this time they weren’t necessarily looking for friendship, more so for answers. Answers that explained why the treaty had been broken and why many of their people were now the victims of those they considered their allies. The current High Lord had no desire to speak to the Forest’s Keeper, for they have lost all his respect. The so-called protector was responsible for not only the deaths of his best soldiers, but also their wives and children. No, the High Lord wished to speak to the Allknowing. An ancient creature akin to the Suriel. The only problem was that he didn’t know what they looked like or how to communicate with them. He only knew where to find them; at the end of the path. 

They could see a creature standing there, tall and winged. When they got closer, they realised the creatures didn’t just have normal wings, they had Illyrian wings. Which meant that whoever was standing in front of them, wasn’t the Allknowing. 

Amren was the first to speak up: “We seek the help of the Allknowing, do you know where we could find them?” 

“Of course I know where to find them.” Rhysand found himself entirely bewitched by the beauty of the woman in front of him. His eyes followed the dancing of the dark shadows on your skin. They looked like the shadows that surrounded Azriel and he wondered if you were a Shadowsinger too. But somehow, he knew that you were much more powerful than that. He was even more mesmerised when he saw stars inside the shadows trailing your dark skin. He realised that your powers weren’t akin to Azriel’s, but to his own. 

So entranced with you, the High Lord couldn’t even talk. Instead Amren spoke or rather demanded: “Then tell us. We’re asking nicely, are we not?” 

“No.” Your voice sounded as exquisite as you looked, he wondered if Feyre would feel the same way about you as he now did. He wished that she would. 

Amren wasn’t very satisfied with that answer, so she resorted on pulling their rank. “Do you know who we are, who you’re speaking to?” 

You titled your head to the right, your long, sleek and black hair flowing gracefully. 

“Do you know who I am?” 

“I see someone before me, who better gives me the answers I’m looking for or else will receive consequences she will not like.” 

“You dare threaten me in my own home, my own land?” Your voice suddenly wasn’t as elegant as before, it had gotten a sharp edge. Amren matched this hostility not only with her answer and tone, but also with her stance. Her hand was inching toward the dagger on her hip. 

“This is the land of the High Lord, who do you think you are to call this your land, girl?” 

And then all at once, her hand stopped moving and so did all of them. Your hand raised and opened as if you were waiting for something to be dropped in your open hand. Something certainly did. An ancient looking spear appeared in your palm. It was made out of a black metal, which also looked like it was adorned with those familiar stars. You moved the spear slowly towards the sky and they felt their feet lift from the ground with it too. 

“Well, they call me Nox, some others call me Mother… or Master. I am Keeper of this Forest and far more powerful than you, riña, so watch how you speak to me.” You were done with their nonsense and also very unimpressed. The three before you didn’t realise that you could easily restraint all of their powers. Being the Keeper of this Dark Forest meant that you were the Master of many dark creatures. Luckily for you, that included the ones in front of you. 

The Shadowsinger only existed because of your powers, so when you beckoned him closer his shadows followed without question. Rhysand was much the same, you were connected through your powers, but also because of something else you could not yet explain. Amren was no feat at all, now that she was just a simple Fae, she was easy to command. You urged them forward until Azriel was right in front of you. 

“You wish to see my twins?” Unlike what they believed, the Allknowing was not a person. They were your twins, gifted with the powers of a Seer. 

“Yes, we must speak to them.” Azriel’s voice broke a little because of his proximity to you. His shadows were almost completely silent, fully focused on their true Master. He was incredibly put off by how easy it seemed for you to overpower them. 

“What makes you think I’ll allow you to speak to them after what you’ve done to my other children?” 

“What we’ve done?” This wasn’t Azriel, it was Amren, who once again answered with the most aggravating tone you have ever heard. Even your young children didn’t dare to speak to you like that. 

“You have murdered four of my children!” Vermax, Xoalloit, Ragos and Lyssi were killed by the Illyrian soldiers, but even before that they were somehow already lost by a sickness you could not describe. 

“And how many of our soldiers, of our women and children have those monsters killed?” Your eyebrows lifted at the hypocrisy of Amren. Was she not one of your creatures before she turned, or had she forgotten all about that? She was a monster too. 

“They fought in self-defence! You have broken the treaty by attacking my creatures first!” Whatever plague infected your children had affected their brain too, making them very malicious. But they had never attacked you even in that state, so that must have also been the case in the camps. 

“Nonsense! Our people are dying because of you!” 

“Exactly, our people, but not because of me.” You had given them no orders to go to the Illyrian camps, quite the contrary. Most of your creatures were forbidden of leaving the Dark Forest, only the twins could leave whenever they wanted to. So, no their soldiers weren’t dying because of you, you would never break the old treaty. It seemed that Amren wouldn’t agree with that. Even with your powers restraining her, she blasted a wave of hers toward you. You blocked it easily with the spear as it absorbed the magic. 

“You forget your place once again, riña, I could easily kill you.” You stepped closer so that your spear was touching her neck, pressing softly but hard enough that you made a small wound. 

“Please, we just wish to know why all of this is happening. We wish you or your children no harm.” Finally, the High Lord spoke up. The smell of blood had broken him out of the spell your mere presence had created. 

“I wish to know that too.” You replied softly, but after all this you were certainly not going to work together on finding out the answers. In fact, you had no need for them, so you banished them out of your forest. 

It was as if time stopped, but everything around them didn’t. One second they were still standing before the woman and the next they were back at the edge of the forest. They felt nauseous, the world looked like they had spun around in circles for hours. After a few moments, they returned back to their camp, without answers and even more questions. One question in particular kept Rhysand busy the rest of the day. Who were you? 

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With Darkness comes Night

Feysand x reader

Chapter 0

Chapter 1

Vermax, Xoalloit, Ragos and Lyssi, four of your most loyal darlings were now gone. Taken away by a sickness even the oldest of Fae in the Dark Forest couldn’t identify. Even the Allknowing couldn’t see what or who was making your children sick. No one knew and most were too scared to find out. They feared to fall into the same abbyss of darkness and oblivion the other Dark Creatures had fallen into. You also feared others would get infected with this cycle of death. Fortunately, the High Lord and the High Lady thought the same. Because, this plague didn’t only kill those infected, but also many around them. The sickness infected the mind until its bearer only had one thing left in its mind. 

Death. 

Bear with me. I write short chapters and very slowly.

You were the Keeper of the Dark Forest. Along with being the Forest’s Master, you were also the Master of all who lived there. Most of those creatures were made from Darkness. Thus, as many believed, you were the Master of Darkness. 

So it was a surprise to all when there came a dark disease you could not remedy. You couldn’t stop it from spreading, you could not control the victims and you could not handle the consequences. 

The Highlord and Highlady were the protectors of the Night Court. They were unpleasantly suprised when they heard the camps were being attacked. Many soldiers had met their death by the Dark Creatures. After eons living in peace with the dwellers of the Dark Forest, they were bewildered by the sudden hostility. They wanted answers, but they knew that there was no reasoning with the wrathful creatures. So, they decided to seek out the Allknowing. 

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How about fluffy rhysandxreader? Maybe the relationship is still new and reader is feeling a little doubtful of her place, but then Rhysand reassures her. Or anything really, up to you!!

Requests are open!

Warnings: mention of vomiting

Word count: 760

Rhysand x female reader

Before Rhysand had even returned from Under The Mountain, you were already acquainted with his Inner Circle. You were the notorious helper in town.

Someone said they needed some help with their groceries? You were there to help.

Someone said they needed help with painting their house? You were there to help even though you got a lot of paint on your clothes.

Someone said they needed help with their kids? No problem, you adored them and would love to babysit once in a while.

During the times the High Lord was gone, the Inner Circle found themselves knocking on your door a lot. They wanted to keep the town a safe space, even though all of them missed the presence of a certain someone. They wanted to have new festivities, more art, more traditions— anything to keep Velaris the city of Light. They didn’t want any negative darkness clouding over Velaris when the High Lord would return.

While they kept the rest of the Night Court in order, Velaris fell mainly on your shoulders.

You felt honoured with such a responsibility and so very happy to finally be the most helpful you could be.

The citizens wanted another street dedicated to certain styles of arts? No problem, the more music and creativity, the better.

Did the mothers of Velaris need more support? No problem, you were there to build a support system for all the mothers who needed a few extra hands.

Did they need volunteers to set the musicals up? No problem, you were always among the many helpers.

When Rhysand returned, he learned of the woman who helped keep his home alive. He wanted to meet you immediately and thank you.

And thank you he did. Many festivities were now also to celebrate you and many other heroes. That’s how he viewed you. A hero who protected the most precious thing in his heart.

You’d gotten to know each other very well in a short period of time. You couldn’t stop yourself from being a support for Rhysand. You felt the biggest need to help now more than ever. You two grew very close and got a bond that many envied. It didn’t surprise many when you turned out to be mates.

And while dating a High Lord had many advantages, it brought a lot of insecurities along. For example: you are a far cry from being royal. The citizens of Hewn City had made that very clear. The citizens of Velaris had joked that they had seen you as a High Lady anyway, so they had no problem with it. You didn’t even want to know what the Illyrians thought of you. You expected that they didn’t want someone as soft hearted as you on their throne.

One night you were supposed to go to Hewn City. It wasn’t anything important, mostly just to show your faces. But insecurities could be a pain in the ass.

You had felt off since lunch, the fear for the coming night pressing on your shoulders. You had gotten sick.

Fortunately, Rhysand quickly put a stopper on tonight’s plans. When he realised that your sickness wasn’t related to the food, but only to the worries in your head, he sat you down next to him in front of the fireplace.

He wanted to talk with you. But you feared he would find your worries childish, so you stayed silent. Knowing you often fell silent, Rhysand waited patiently.

“I don’t think I should be the High Lady of the Night Court.”

He turned to you with a frown on his face. “Why would you think that?”

Currently, you couldn’t even think of any reasons why you should be High Lady. But at this moment, you couldn’t give Rhysand a clear answer.

“I think you shouldn’t let the other decide your worth. They don’t see you as I do, or as Cassian or Azriel does. They don’t see how absolutely perfect you are. They don’t see the love you have for our people. They don’t see the work you’ve done. They don’t see you, so why should they have an opinion on whether or not you should be on my side, ruling beside me?”

You were stunned into silence. Of course, Rhysand was right, he always was. The ugly feelings were still there but as he took you under his arms and wings, you felt lighter than before.

“They should feel honoured to have you as their High Lady. I feel like the luckiest man alive to have you by my side.”

Thank you for the request! <3

#rhysand x reader #rhysand #acotar #acowar #acofas #x reader

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I really want to write poly! Inner circle. Some nessian x reader, rhysand x reader...? Anything really. If you guys have any ideas...

#nessian x reader #rhysand x reader #acotar x reader

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How about The Avengers with a Male!reader, who became a victim of mind control and tried to kill the rest of the squad, but when he was just about to finish it he froze, with the weapon inches away from one of the Avengers neck, started crying and shaking, fighting for control? And like the person who is controlling the reader is there with them and seeing him fight back makes them use more force of the spell, but reader refuses to hurt them and brings the blade to his own neck, because he rather hurt himself than his teammates.

Bonus points if The Avengers before that didn't get along with reader, he was really distant, sarcastic and sometimes even rude, so seeing him crying and stuff was really shocking to the whole team. He never showed that he cared about them and now he's fighting against a really strong and painful spell to protect them.

More bonus points if after all is over reader lays on the floor exhausted and, with raspy and shaky voice, apologizes to them for not being strong enough and hurting them, but they're like : shut up, you're brave and strong, we're sorry for everything and we hope we can be on better terms.

I made another OC, oops. His name is Zero! Sorry for the very, very late response.

Word count: 502

Warnings: mind control, an almost suicide attempt

Zero couldn’t decide between feeling relieved or scared. The Avengers finally realised. After three years of getting in their way, they have realised that it wasn’t Zero, but his Master.

All those missions SHIELD sent them to, where they came face to face with Zero, weren’t orchestrated by himself. No, it was his Master. All those times where they had almost met their death… not Zero, but his Master.

Before them stood Zero, the real Zero, not his Master. He was crying, it was the first time they had ever seen his face in anything else but a sneer. He was begging for someone to just make it stop. It was the first time that something different than a threat or a sarcastic comment left his mouth.

The gun in his hand wasn’t steady, even if he would shoot, he would most likely miss. So unlike the stealthy, unnoticeable Zero. Or more: so unlike his Master.

Said Master watched from a distance, his hand also shaking, pointing towards Zero. He was trying to gain back control. From his shocked face, it didn’t seem like it was a very common occurrence. His eyes were glowing a bright electric blue which travelled all the way over to zero. Which only confirmed what had been right in front of them all along: it hadn’t been Zero. All those troubles were just his Master mind controlling him.

Many among the present Avengers knew how it felt how to be mind controlled. They also knew that the only way of feeling peace after that, is when the mind-controller no longer exists.

The decision was easily made.

Especially because Zero couldn’t hold the mind control off any longer. They all knew, that from the moment his Master held the reigns again, they were going to die.

They saw when Zero made the conclusion himself and when he made his own decision. The still shaking hand moved it’s target; Zero himself.

Another Avenger acted before Zero could pull the trigger on himself. As Zero’s Master went down, so did the gun in his hand. Zero felt an immense wave of pain washing over him. All the way from his head to his toes. As his Master took his last breath, the pain had ebbed away.

The blue haze, once so heavy on his heart and mind, was now only a part of his memories.

He felt hands moving him, but all of it was wrong. The voice of his Master, that had previously always been present in his mind, was gone. Instead it was replaced by the reassurances of the Avengers. They promised him that all would be well, and that he shouldn’t worry.

Zero found that hard to believe.

He wanted to speak up, to go against them like he had done many times before, but he found that he had no energy left. No energy left to apologise. No energy left to stay awake.

He found it rather difficult to function without his Master telling him how.

#the avengers #x male reader #male headcanons #mind control #angst #no happy ending #marvel

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Hello, could I request Bucky Barnes x M!reader?Bucky and the reader have been together for a long time and whenever the reader goes for a mission Bucky only focuses on missing his man. So, Bucky has grown his hair out insanely long due to being so busy and he never notices because he’s always tying it up in a bun. Until the reader comes home one night and while cuddling they take his hair down only to realize how long it is, ending with Bucky racing to find scissors and chopping his hair off back to his shoulders. I know this might seem random and silly but I feel like this is exactly the kind of himbo move Bucky would make haha. I love your writing so so much!! <3

Here’s a short drabble for you ;)

Requests are open!

Bucky had always been raised to look presentable and proper even though he wasn’t gentleman-like. He always had to look put together. His hair had to be gelled back, his posture had to be straight and his mother didn’t allow him to wear dirty clothes. As soon as he had received his uniform, his mother forced him to wear it so he looked more respectable.

So wearing his hair short was kind of how he grew up. It was easy to manage, and even better to look tidy in it. It was also better to fight in. No hair getting in his way was a serious advantage to have.

Now that you have been gone for literal months he had forgotten to take care of his hair. There was no mother pestering him about cutting it. And you weren’t here to make brush it for him when he didn’t feel like it. You weren’t there to cut it for him because he didn’t want to go to a hairdresser.

With no one reminding him of managing his hair, he kind of forgot about it. It kept growing longer and longer. Eventually it grew past his shoulders, beautifully flowing over his back. At the time you arrived back from your mission, it was as long as Wanda’s hair.

He was a bit ashamed of it. He thought maybe you would chastise him for it. Bucky had put his long hair in a bun for the majority of the past months because he found it was easier to live with it that way. And maybe if he put it in a bun, you wouldn’t notice.

You didn’t found out until a few hours after you came back from your mission. You had already spent your day together, you ate dinner together, and eventually you both retired to bed. Laying there, cuddling together, you had the desire to run your hand through his hair. It was an act that you both enjoyed. As you took down his hair out of the bun, you found Bucky freezing up.

He looked up at you with a nervous and almost scared looked. There was an apology right on the tip of his tongue and he was about to mumble it out if not for your gasp of amazement. Instead of chastising him like Bucky expected you would, you completed him.

“You like it?” He asked almost timidly.

“I love it, Buck,” you answered as you combed your hand through his beautiful long locks. “It looks amazing.” He looked so insecure about it, you felt bad about it.

Eventually you fell asleep, and you thought- with your administrations- Bucky also fell asleep. But that wasn’t the case.

You woke up to cursing and the faint sound of scissors snipping. You rushed out of bed, not really sure what kind of scene you would find. You found Bucky in the bathroom, looking caught red handed at your exclaim of his name.

“My sweetest, lovely, dearest prince. I can explain.” Bucky had cut his hair only once before, and he had promised you to never do it again. And here he was, cutting it horribly again.

You had to spent the majority of the night fixing it. Cutting it even again, bettering the clomps of hair he chomped away. You both ended up agreeing that the shoulder length he had attempted to cut it to, looked very good on him.

Thank you for the request! <3

#bucky x male reader #bucky x reader #marvel x reader #marvel x male reader #marvel x you #bucky x you #x male reader #fluff #marvel #bucky #bucky barnes #bucky imagine

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What are you to Rhysand?

I once again took the liberty to add a prompt to this:

29: Staring at each other’s lips for a moment before moving closer, as if drawn together by some unseen force.

Requests are open!

Request: Anything Rhys x reader !

Wordcount: 1475

Warnings: mentions of rape, vulgar language?, misogyny

* Female reader

After all these months of complicated feelings you started to wonder about what exactly you are to Rhysand?

At first you were nothing but mere strangers.

Neither of you knew each other. You knew of him, but he didn’t know of you. Everyone knew of the Highlord of the Nightcourt. But only a handful of persons knew you. Only your camp truly knew you. You stood out so when he came to visit along with the General, you were one of the first to be introduced to him.

You were a bit special. That was because you were the first female Illyrian in your camp. You got a lot of shit for it, but luckily you were the War Lord’s only child, so you definitely had his favor.

You stuttered through your introduction, but so did most of the other’s so you didn’t really mind. You thought that the Highlord was probably used to people being nervous and/ or intimidated around him.

It happened really fast, it was honestly just a handshake, telling your name, bowing and leaving. You were a bit disappointed, you thought because it happened so fast that he probably wouldn’t remember you. He probably forgot your name the moment your father had told him. But you were oh so wrong.

You became someone he admired.

Neither of you were stupid to think that being the only female warrior was all happy and dainty. You had the advantage of having your father on your side, the boss of the camp. And when he was present, no one dared to go against him and his wishes. But when he wasn’t present…

You had to put up with a lot of misogyny. Not only from men, but also from the older women. Both were stuck in the old traditional way. You were constantly told to go to the kitchen and do your chores. You caught many elders eyeing your wings. You knew that they wanted to clip them. You were very happy Rhysand banned it but if it wasn’t for your father you knew it would have happened anyway.

Even through all of the shit you went through, you were still eager to show your strengths. You proved the shitty men wrong every day. It gave you the most exciting and proud thrill through body as you beat them in combat every day.

Rhysand was the one to give you the Syphons. You had deserved it, he had said. He even followed it with your name. So he did remember it! That one Syphon quickly followed with another as it broke the next day. And then another followed. And another.

Then he made you realize that with the powers you possessed, no Syphon was going to work. Kind of like his, he reminded you. Although you feel flattered, you knew you were no were near to be anything equal to him. But again, you were oh so wrong.

After that, you became his personal trainee.

He became your mentor. He claimed he saw a lot of himself in you. He wanted to teach his way of fighting and thinking. Every day, he picked you up from your cabin and brought you to The House of Wind. In the morning, you would fight together. He taught you methods that the Illyrians didn’t even know about. Then during the day, you would solve problems together.

You became his second hand.

After debating a lot, he realized that you had both similar and different views on politics. So he was set on bringing up problems from his court to see how you would solve it. And sometimes he agreed with you and did use your tactics. But you weren’t always right of course. You had no idea how it was to truly rule a court and how to deal with it problems and people.

You were his friend.

Every morning you fought. Every day you debated and did court-work. And slowly every evening you spent your time just talking. It started off with light banter and jokes. You were mostly complaining about your camp and their traditional ways. But then one night he started to talk about his experience at his camp. And then about his mother.

Suddenly you weren’t talking about –mostly- irrelevant things, but about the things that laid heavy on both of your hearts.

He talked about a woman and if she had been still alive you would have killed her. You talked about the experiences you had in your camp. Not only the misogyny, but also how certain men thought they had the right to do certain things.

You became his best friend.

You confided each other with everything. You trusted him with your life, and so did he with his.

Eventually he asked you to move in with him. And he showed you Velaris. It was known by everyone that the Highlord had a hidden city and that its name is Velaris. But no one knew where it was located. No one could actually visit it due to its many layers of magic walls.

He showed you the most popular spots. The restaurant famous for the typical plates of the Nightcourt. The theatre with the best actor of the Fae continents. The gallery with the most beautiful paintings you have ever laid your eyes upon.

But he also showed you a secret garden. Not only did the sight overwhelm you but also the scents of these beautiful flowers. And as a Fae, you could hear the flowers sing. Each one working together in a beautiful orchestra.

You spent many hours together in this garden. Only the two of you. Sometimes you would lay silently next to each other. And other time he would take his paperwork with him and you worked through them together.

You both realized that you had become more than best friends.

You became someone he loved.

Someone he loved romantically, of course, he had already loved you fiercely before. You loved him romantically too, and it was at the same time you had realized it.

Rhysand had to leave for a few days. He had to settle some negotiations in Wintercourt. He had to be there for 6 days. He was invited for not only a deal but also to celebrate one of their holydays. That holiday usually took at least 4 days. That doesn’t seem long normally, but after spending almost every moment of every day together, it seemed terribly long.

It took being apart for you to realize that you truly needed Rhysand. And for him the same. But you didn’t only miss each other platonically. You didn’t only miss the laughs, hugs and meal you shared. You wanted to be in his arms for entire evenings, just enjoying the night’s sky. You wanted to not only share hugs, but also things that were more intimate.

The night Rhysand came back, was the night on which a lot changed. He came to you alone, you were waiting for him to return in your garden. As soon as you felt him winnow nearby, you rushed near him. You ran to him and embraced him so hard that you both almost fell to the floor. The silence of that starry night was filled with a few tears of joy and mutual agreements of missing each other.

You didn’t stop embracing each other, but both of you withdrew just a bit. Watching each other faces, remembering it. As if these past few days would have changed some details. Eventually your eyes landed on his lips, and his on yours. You both moved closer again. It was as if you were drawn together by an unseen force. You both quickly realized that that unseen force, was a soulmate bond.

You became his mate.

Well, that’s a bit obvious, as there is a soulmate bond. At first in that moment you thought he perhaps wouldn’t accept you. You weren’t even a proper Illyrian anymore. You hadn’t visited the camps in months. And you were sure that those Illyrian techniques weren’t your first options.

But you were oh so wrong. In fact, Rhysand was very happy. He might as well have yelled it from the roofs of Velaris because that next day, the entire city knew. And they were happy as well. Rhysand accepted you and so did the Inner Circle and the people of Velaris. And as Rhysand put it: the rest can go fuck themselves.

It was two days after you realized that you were mates, that you consummated the bond. After that was a coronation.

You became his queen.

And maybe in the near future you would became the mother of his children…

#acotar #acowar #acofas #rhysand #rhysand x reader #acomaf #night court #soulmates #female reader #sarah j. maas #velaris #fae prompts

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Can I get a Male x bucky or Tony that is misc 16 and/or angst 8?

Misc 16: “You said to be honest stop hitting me!”

Angst 8: “Is that blood?” “…no?”

Requests are open!

You had been on patrol and it might have not worked out like you would’ve wanted it to work out. You might have not seen a certain person. And that person might have held a gun. Then than person might have shot it at you.

Yeah… Patrol didn’t really go as planned today.

It was a good day before all of that. You helped some old people cross the road, you stopped someone from stealing a bike, you interfered with a car crash so that there wasn’t a car crash. You even helped some kid find their mom.

Later in the day you got a notification that there was a bank robbery nearby. And on a normal day that wouldn’t be a problem. I mean, you didn’t have superpowers like Peter did. But you would say that you were a strong hero anyway.

But when the robbers had some weird alien tech going on in their weapons… Well, let’s just say that you wished you had powers like Peter.

You were still a very nimble man. Deflecting and missing as the robbers shot. You easily took out three robbers. But then you might have gotten shot and you weren’t really able to continue. Luckily for you Peter was around nearby, and he had gotten word of the robbery too. And because he was basically half-alien too, Spiderman took out the rest of the men without much problems.

The police came and everything was getting wrapped up while both you and Peter were told that they didn’t need their help, blablabla…

Peter webbed you over to the tower. On the entire way back he was silent, you could feel his nervous energy omitting around you. When you were nearly there he started to reassure you. We’re almost there. I’ll bring you to the medical wing. You’ll be fine, I promise. Don’t worry. By his nervous and scared ramblings, you thought that you may look pretty bad. You tried to reassure him but you might have underestimated how hurt you were. As you tried to take a deep breath in, all that came out was a painful groan. Yeah, you might have underestimated how hurt you were.

Peter landed in the living room and the only person present there was Bucky. You wanted to call out to him, but stopped again when the strain hurt too much. Instead, you gave him a dazed smile. Maybe if you smiled, you would get into less trouble.

“Is that blood?” Bucky broke the tension filled silence and you felt your heart starting to run with nervous energy. You let out a laugh and immediately winced after it. Bucky’s eyes narrowed down to you.

“…No?” you asked more than answered in a whisper. Bucky pressed his lips together and neared you, he easily took you over from Peter and secured you in his arms. On a normal day, you would’ve found that hot. But this day, you might have gotten shot, and you might be hurting just a bit too much. As he rushed you to the emergency wing, you fell unconscious.

You woke up a bit later. Maybe a few hours later? Bucky was sitting next to you as you laid on one of those beds you find in a hospital. He didn’t look very happy with you.

He gave you a few minutes to wake up properly before he asked, more demanded you to tell him what happened truthfully. So you told him the story about how you might have not seen a certain person with some alien tech.

He flicked you on the back of your head and then again but on your forehead. “You said to be honest stop hitting me!” You whined out. He scolded you for being so careless and stupid.

Despite him being angry with you, Bucky was the one who helped you get better. He was the one who helped you bathe, and then spoiled you with head massages. He was the one who made you food and snacks because you couldn’t get out of bed. He was the one who cuddled you to sleep.

#marvel x reader #marvel x male reader #marvel x you #mcu #bucky #bucky x reader #bucky x male reader #bucky barnes #comfort #peter parker x male reader

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Hi there, I love your writing

Could I get a peaky blinders one shot with tommy Shelby x trans!male reader where tommy already knows that the reader is trans and he comes home one day to see the reader being beaten up for being trans in an alleyway and just a bit of hurt comfort and the like?

Hey! I tried to write a trans reader again, but I think it didn't really work out. If anyone has advice, please help!

Word count: 1000

Warnings: transphobia

Requests are open!

Tommy and you had known each other for many years. Besides your transition nothing had changed between you after the war. It was a surprise to return to his friend…but not his friend. It had taken him some time to realise that you hadn’t really changed. You were still you, you were still his best friend. You were still the person he loved. He accepted you.

But it seemed that many people in the shit-town you called home, didn’t agree. And they certainly didn’t accept you. The Peaky Blinders luckily were on your side. They helped you out a lot. They walk with you to the grocery store to make sure no one else does. They beat the people up who threatened you. They beat the people up who even looked at you wrongly. The Peaky Blinders were there for you, and you wanted to be there for them too, which resulted in you quickly being involved in the family business. You received the infamous cap with the blades and people learned to finally back off.

But it seemed that tonight some guys didn’t remember what you were capable of and who exactly you were.

First they thought they could get away with calling you with your deadname and all kinds of slurs. Then they decided to follow you to your house. You decided to turn right into the alleyway nearby your house, and the guys behind you followed suit.

You learned how to fight, of course. Otherwise you couldn’t have received the hat. You took the first guy easily, but you had to stop when they all pulled out guns out of their pockets. You weren’t stupid, you weren’t going to continue fighting when they were five guns pointed at you.

You tried to ignore the kicks and punches they gave you, hoping that someone would have noticed that you hadn’t made it home yet. But the thing what was very hard to ignore was the sudden gunshot. It didn’t seem planned, because they were suddenly yells of protests and fear. There was a guy who asked why the fuck the other one thought it was smart to shoot a Shelby.

The guys ran out of the alley. But you were left with pain in your arm. You couldn’t see how bad it was because there was just too much blood. You used the wall for support and headed towards your house.

As you left the alleyway and entered the main road, you saw Tommy walking towards you from the other side of the road.

“Are you alright? I heard a gunshot…” He trailed his sentence off as he saw the blood on your arm. He got completely silent and helped you walk to your house.

When you arrived at the door, he let you lean against him as you fumbled with your keys. After a few seconds he gently took them from your hands and unlocked the door himself.

“Are you mad at me?” You dared to ask him. Tommy looked angry. He sighed deeply and slowly removed your coat for you, careful not to hurt you.

He didn’t say anything until you sat on the couch and was looking for a first aid kit. From the kitchen he said: “No, not at you. But I wouldn’t mind killing them…” He found the kit and walked back towards you. “Do you know their names?”

You did, and you gave every name of that group who attacked you. You knew that they probably wouldn’t be alive anymore by the end of the week, and that thought brought you satisfaction.

“Alright…,” His gentle voice grounded you as he approached you with a white cloth wet with something antiseptic, “This is going to sting just a bit.”

As soon had cleaned the wound, he gave you a kiss on the cheek as a reward. “Ah, it’s just a graze.” You scoffed at him. It certainly didn’t feel like just a graze.

He made quick work of bandaging it and before you knew it, he was done. He took a place next to you on the couch. He didn’t bother offering you a glass of whiskey or any of the sorts, you didn’t like that.

He took a blanket and wrapped you against him. “Do you want to talk about it?” As you shook your head, you settled you head in the nook of his head. “Are you okay?” He then asked, and it was like the well broke because you felt your eyes fill with tears.

His arms were around you in no time. His words were encouraging you to let it all out. You felt his arms tightening up around you as your sobs worsened. Soon, you weren’t able to breath properly anymore.

“Hey, hey, breathe with me.” He exaggerated his breathing so that you could copy. There was one hand on your back and the other one was one your chest, giving you the needed pressure to stay grounded. It took you several minutes to have your breathing return to normal.

You might’ve fallen asleep because when your eyes opened again you were laying in your bed. Tommy was right beside you, combing his fingers through your hair.

He noticed you were awake and kissed you on the lips. He was silent, waiting for you to talk first. But when he realised you weren’t going to speak up first he asked how you were doing.

“I feel…” You sighed, you felt really bad. You were in pain, and there was an ugly feeling floating around in your head. “…not great.”

He changed your position so that he was sitting against the wall on the bed, and you were laying on him. He sighed along with you. Tommy wasn’t a man of many words so you knew that words of comfort weren’t going to follow. But the gentle touches and kisses spoke loud enough.

“Don’t give a shit about what those idiots said, they don’t realise what truly defines you.”

#peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinders x male reader #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder headcanon #tommy shelby #thomas shelby #male headcanons #male reader #trans man #trans!reader

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Could I get a Peter Parker x Reader? With Fluff prompts 10, 12, and 13? Thank you!

Fluff 10: “Are we on a date right now?”

Fluff 12: “He’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint.”

Fluff 13: “Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

Thank you for your request! I tried to write trans!Peter, but I failed a bit. If anyone has tips/ requests, hit me up!

Requests are open!!!

Warnings: a hint of transphobia

Peter x reader (gender neutral)

It was the first day of school. But it’s wasn’t September. You were the new student, and you were joining in the middle of May. Thanks to your parents who wanted to move. So it was your first day in Midtown School of Science and Technology.

You were allowed to come one hour late. Then you would get an entire tour of the school and a conversation with the principal, Mr. Morita. Usually you do this beforehand but that wasn’t the case seeing as your parents moved so suddenly.

After a very awkward hour with Mr. Morita, he led you to your first class. Science, he informed you. You were relieved to start with that. It was your favourite course at your previous school.

Luckily you didn’t have to do an introduction, Mr. Morita did that for you. The teacher gave you the required books and assigned you to your seat. The girl sitting there didn’t even look up to give you some sort of greeting.

To make it even worse, the subject was one you had already seen. So everything Mr. Harrington was explaining, you already knew. You knew the answer to every question he asked the class. You didn’t answer, though. Perhaps that’s for another day.

The boy in front of you turned around to get something out of his backpack on the ground. You stopped complaining in your head about how boring the class was, because all your thoughts were tuned to the beauty of him. As he saw your staring he gave you an awkward smile and then he turned back around. His brown puppy eyes were now forever embedded in your mind. You hoped it wasn’t too obvious with how hard you were blushing, but you covered your cheeks just to be sure.

Eventually it was time for lunch. It was the thing you were not looking forward to at all. You considered this to be even worse than having to talk with the principal for an hour. You wanted to hide in the toilet but that wouldn’t give you any friends.

You walked in right away, without hesitation. Many students were already seated in the cafeteria. They made no move to invite you over to their table. Alright then, I guess it’s not really obligated to invite the new kid to your table.

A lot of them were staring at you. They didn’t really give you a welcoming look. You shifted your weight from one foot to the other and scanned the big room. You saw one girl not looking, she was very invested in the notebook in front of her. You walked over her and asked if you could sit with her.

“Yeah sure,” She shrugged and put her notebook aside. “You’re the new one, right? I’m MJ.” You smiled in greeting and introduced yourself too.

You were talking about how your day was going when the boy from the science class walked in. Your attention was once again completely enraptured by his presence.

MJ looked at you with a closed off look, a bit defensive. She didn’t like it when people stared at Peter, their gaze was almost always filled with disgust. “Why are you staring at him?” You looked at her with wide eyes. How could you not stare at the beauty currently walking in the cafeteria?

“Are you kidding me? He’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint!” MJ considered the blush coating your cheeks, and the look in your eyes; completely enamoured. “What’s his name?” You turned back to ask the girl in front of you, but in no time you were looking back at the beautiful boy.

You saw that they were approaching your side of the cafeteria and your heart beat faster and faster the closer he got. You got to see more and more features of him. He was quite tall, he was lean. And he was so handsome.

Suddenly MJ yelled out: “Hey losers, we’re here.” You looked at her with wide eyes and you felt the blush on your cheeks spread. If your blushing wasn’t so obvious a few seconds ago, it was certainly now.

The mystery boy arrived along with a friend. He was in your class too, but you didn’t pay him much mind. You were entirely focused on the boy who was sitting in front of you. They greeted you with a smile. If you weren’t a healthy teenager, you would have been lying dead on the ground by now due to a heart attack.

Both of the boys got seated and introduced themselves to you. The one opposite to you, stretched out his arm to shake your hand. “Hi, I’m Ned.” You already knew that they were both incredibly friendly. The other boy –the handsomest person you’ve ever seen, stretched out his arm too. You could see a colourful bracelet adorning his wrist. It was made out of blue, white and pink strings.

“I’m Peter, we saw each other in science, right?” Peter, such a basic name for a unique person. You nodded and wanted to answer but all that came out were strangled words due to your nervousness. All of you laughed it off. Peter give you another gorgeous smile and said: “It’s alright, take your time.” He mistook your nervousness for being new, and talking to new people. Although that was partly true, it was mostly because of him. That exquisite smile didn’t help to calm you.

After that it didn’t take long to calm down a bit. You were talking with the group as if you were friends for years. When you saw it was almost time for the next period, you all exchanged numbers so that you could keep in contact.

Just before everyone left the cafeteria, MJ showed you a drawing of you and Peter. It was you sitting at a table staring at Peter with big love hearts. In the clouds above your heads was Peter’s name written multiple times. The longer you looked the redder you became. You quickly walked away from MJ. And you heard her chuckle behind you.

More days passed, and you tried to be more obvious every day. You liked Peter, a lot. But he still didn’t seem to get the hint. MJ and Ned did. But they assured you that Peter wasn’t not interested but that he was just extremely oblivious.

But it seemed to have finally dawned on him the fourth week of you trying. You were studying in the park after school. Ned and MJ had claimed that they couldn’t come with an excuse that seemed reasonable enough. But you knew better as you saw their smirks as both of you realised you were going to hang out together. Alone.

It was really warm, so you suggested to get some ice-cream, your treat. Peter waited patiently on a bench in the park as you went to an ice-cream stroller. You came back with two cones with scopes of vanilla.

As you both ate the desserts, neither of you said anything. You turned to him and said: “You know, I think you look really nice today.” Peter stopped eating from his cone and blushed. You received a small thank you.

Peter suddenly stopped eating all together and turned towards you. Now you were sitting very close to each other. You felt bold, and reached out to him. You pushed a misbehaving curl back behind his ear.

“Wait, hold on. Are you flirting with me?” You couldn’t contain your chuckles. Your hand shifted to cradle his cheek.

“Yes, Peter,” You managed to say between your laughter. “You finally noticed?” He laughed along you, but they were laced with a bit of nervousness.

“Well, that’s good…” He mumbled, it sobered you up a bit. You hummed in question. “’Cos, I really like you.”

“Well,” You mimicked, “that’s good, because I like you too.” Your hand stroked his cheek once, twice, before you went back to eating your ice-cream.

Then Peter made the same thoughtful look as he did just seconds before. “Are we on a date right now?”

“I’d hope so.” You smiled cheekily at him.

Let’s just say that both of you decided that you would like to hang out together again.

#trans!peter #fluff #peter x reader #peter parker #gn reader #reader #male reader #marvel x male reader #marvel x you #peter x you #marvel x reader

[fairytalesofthewind]

Could you please do Alfie Solomons with a male reader? Some hurt/comfort?

I chose a prompt to go with this:

Angst 11: “Nobody’s seen you in days.”

Warnings: homelessness, murder (not of the reader), kidnapping

Requests are open!

word count: 1037

You weren’t supposed to be there that night, but you were happy you were. It changed everything for you.

Seeing as you don’t have much to do at night, you wandered off a lot. Sleeping in the streets of London at night was a death wish. And that night, you wandered just a bit too far off. You didn’t even recognise the streets anymore. But you recognised the sounds of cries. You couldn’t resist nearing the sounds of crying and groaning.

“Please, please, I-,…” You heard as you kept getting closer to the alley, the begging getting louder and louder. As you stepped into the opening of the backstreet you saw two men. One was laying on the dirty ground, clutching his stomach. Even from the dim lights of the streets of London you could see the blood protruding from under his hand. Your attention shifted to the other man as he started talking in a threatening voice. You couldn’t hear what he was saying, but whatever is was made the other man only beg more. Not even a second later you saw the man pull out a gun. You closed your eyes right on time as the gunshot rang through your ears.

Then you felt it as the shooter suddenly shifted its attention towards you. You did the first thing that came to your mind; you ran. You didn’t even realise you were running until you heard your footsteps hitting the ground along with the other man’s footsteps. You didn’t manage to get far. It only took seconds to feel the man’s arms close around your upper body and force you to stop. After that, he threw you to the ground.

From the ground you get a good look of the man who was standing above you. He wore a hat, and he had a long beard. You gulped as you realised who exactly this man was.

Alfie Solomons.

Now you were in the same position as you found the now dead man only minutes prior. You laying on the ground with Alfie standing above you with a gun pointed at you. You found yourself doing the same thing as that man had also done. You begged. But just as before, it didn’t work. You saw something you shouldn’t have. You decided to change tactics.

“Mr. Solomons, you shouldn’t kill me. I can help you…You need my help!” Alfie scoffed above you.

“Now, I wouldn’t want to kill a pretty boy like you, but I’m afraid I can’t take the chance of you goin’ to the police.”

Now it was you scoffing. “The second I’ll go to the police, is the second I’ll get arrested.” You were a thief, there wasn’t a pretty way of saying it.

He looked thoughtful and you feared that this wouldn’t change his mind, but it did. “I know things, Mr. Solomons. Here on the streets I hear everything…I can tell you what I know.”

A few days later, you walked the streets of London with new clothes and a new goal. Things didn’t change much, you still had to steal to live, but now you also needed to gather information to live. It wasn’t too hard of a job.

Every two days you had to go to the bakery and give everything you’ve gathered. You were always met with a big table full of food. Alfie claimed that he didn’t want his most handsome spy looking like a stick.

At first Alfie was the most excited for the expensive jewellery and the vital information you brought with you. And at first you were the most excited for the money you got for it in return. But after a few weeks you were more excited to see each other more than anything else.

You become even more important to his business than his right hand. After a while you weren’t just co-workers, you became friends, family. You were even more than family to each other, but you couldn’t admit that yet.

And it seemed that Alfie’s people weren’t the only ones who knew of your importance.

Alfie was waiting for your return one day, but you never came. He wasn’t too worried, he had missed your meeting a few times too. Work had come between it. He figured that this was also the case of your absence.

But then you didn’t get back the next day. Or the one after that. And the one after that…

You came back after 5 days. He knew the moment you came back from the ruckus outside of his office. His people were calling him, telling him to hurry up. He ran out of his office and almost stopped in his tracks when he saw what state you were in.

Your face was completely bruised and bloody. There were cuts all over your body. He picked you up in his arms and carried you to his office. Alfie had already ordered someone to get a doctor.

He laid you on small couch in his office. The one where you two spend hours talking to each other about everything and nothing. On the couch were you both realised that you meant so much more to each other than you had anticipated.

After the doctor had cleaned your wounds up, you finally had to time to tell Alfie everything. But as you opened your mouth to tell him who took you and where they took you, he shushed you.

He walked closer and dropped to his knees beside the couch. He shifted you so that were still resting on the couch but leaning against him. You felt him drop a kiss on your hair. “I was so worried, my treasure. Nobody’s seen you in days.” He spoke so softly, tremors clear in his voice. You decided to wait to tell him.

He began to weave his hand through your short hair. “I’m here now, Al. I’m okay.” You took one of his hands and landed a kiss on his. You felt his breath hitch and then he was sniffing. You turned around and changed your position so that Alfie’s head was laying on chest. You cried along with him.

You were reunited, safe in each other’s arms.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders x male reader #peaky blinder fanfic #alfie solomons #male reader #angst #comfort #mlm #mlm fiction

[fairytalesofthewind]

Can I request The Avengers with winged!male!reader, who is a new member of their team? Reader is a ball of joy and love, he's like everyone's kid, until he gets snatched by Hydra agents and later is found with one of his wings cut off, leaving a permanent and ugly scar on his back. After that he shuts down completely, lays in his bed all day long and doesn't talk to anyone : he became a wreck of the person he used to be.

I really would like to see The Avengers helping him cope and Tony coming up with some crazy idea, which lead to Reader receiving a prosthetic wing and once again becoming an official member of The Avengers.

Anon, you are a true genius!

warnings: hydra (so also torture, a bit of gore, and kidnapping)

+ implied Stucky 

I called the male reader Icarus, you’ll find out why ;) I may be a little bit too obsessed by mythology. Sorry that I didn’t write with ‘you’. 

wordcount: 2424

Requests are open!

Icarus was found by shield at age 15. He had been an experiment of hydra for 3 years. He remembered the day the Avengers had infiltrated the facility where the majority of hydra worked. He remembered hearing the explosions and screams while he was trapped in the many cells of the building’s basement. The only occupied cell what that of his.

He had felt his surroundings shaking, had felt the dust falling on him as the building was ready to collapse. And then the bombs stopped getting fired. The screams had stopped. Icarus had thought the fight had completely stopped and that the people were either dead or that the people had fled. Icarus had thought no one was coming for him, and that he was trapped in his cell, no way to escape.

But then he had heard a single loud bang. It came from the door leading to the basement. He saw that the metal door had an imprint of a fist in it. Then he heard another loud bang, and saw how the imprint expanded. After a few more hits, the door gave away and fell to the floor.

A man with a metal came walking up to him. Icarus knew who he was, emphasis on was. Because the man ushering towards him wasn’t the Winter Soldier anymore. That was what the agents had told him.

“Hey kid. Hang on in there, we’ll get you out as soon as possible.” He said and came closer and inspected the outside of his cell. More specifically, the keypad in front of it. “Hey Stark, I’m gonna need your help here with some tech.” Bucky came even closer to his cell and Icarus’ eyes widen as his hands neared the glass.

“Stop!” Icarus yelled. Bucky froze at the command, and dragged his eyes up slowly to the panicked boy in front of him. “You can’t touch the glass.” Icarus warned him, his tone a bit softer. “It’ll trigger the alarms and then gas will come out of the ceiling.” Bucky frowned looked up at the top of the cell. In each corner was a camera, along with a small metal tube coming out of the walls. He supposed that the gas would come out of there.

“Is the gas deadly?” He asked the boy, there were probably going to trigger the alarms trying to get him out. But they would have to find another way if the gas is really dangerous.

“No,” Icarus started, “it just makes me go to sleep.” Bucky nodded as stepped away from the glass container. They would have to wait for a few minutes until help – the help being Tony- arrived.

“So…” The boy drawled out, “Are you really a 100 years old?” He wanted to look at Icarus with a ‘are you serious’- look but as he saw the curiosity written on his face, he responded a soft smile.

“I’m 106 years old.” He felt a pang of amusement as he watched Icarus’ eyes widen.

“Isn’t that a bit weird?” Bucky tilted his head, silently asked the boy what he meant by that. “You know…with friends, and lovers. You’re much older than them.”

Suddenly Stark entered the basement and said: “Well, Bucky doesn’t have any problem with that seeing as his boyfriend is also a super soldier and also very old.” He strutted over to the keypad on his cell. Icarus stared at him with wide eyes because – oh my God this is The Tony Stark.

“Friday baby, tell me how to get the angel out.” He said. Icarus blushed a bit, most of the agents didn’t call him an angel because of his wings. But rather demon. He didn’t which one fit the best seeing as he had neither white wings, nor black, but brown wings.

Tony was quiet for a few long seconds. He looked concentrated, not that they could see his face through the helmet, but his head was tilted just a bit. He let out a loud drawn-out sigh and said: “Yeah, no can do, that’s going to take hours. I’m just gonna blast it.”

Icarus straightened up immediately, if he were to do that he would just trigger the alarms. It wouldn’t do much to the glass either, because it was made of something special. Before Icarus could let out a warning, he heard the zooming of Iron Man’s blasters and then he heard a small explosion.

The boy made eye contact with Bucky after he saw gas coming out of the metal tubes. Just before he slipped into unconsciousness, he picked up the curse words both of the men let out.

Only a few hours later did Icarus wake up. It was very quiet around him, but there was also an unfamiliar sound that he didn’t recognise that made him realise that he wasn’t in his cell anymore. Did the agents change their mind on waiting a few more months to send him on a mission? Did they suddenly decide to get rid of him? Did they-

“Ah, you’re waking up.” The voice was so much more gentle than he was used hearing. It reminded him of how his family used to talk to him.

They were dead now, by the way, with courtesy of hydra.

Icarus opened his eyes and looked to his right where the voice had come from. He recognised the man, he was the Falcon. Sam was still wearing his suit, with his metal wings. Icarus eyes fell to the said wings and frowned.

“You know, you guys are in big trouble.” The people around him straightened up. Already thinking of the possible things the boy could say. There was something you didn’t think about, this was just a distraction and now the shield base has been taken care of properly. You lost-

“These are copyrighted.” Icarus pointed to his own wings. “I could sue you for plagiarism.” Sam lowered his head in relief as he let out a little chuckle.

“I’ll pass it on to the boss.” He said as he looked to the other side of Icarus. The boy followed the line of sight and saw Tony sitting on the other side of him. He was immediately attacked with concerned questions about how he was feeling. Tony told him that they were going to bring Icarus somewhere safe, there were going to give him a home. But all Icarus could think about was, oh my God, this is The Tony Stark.

Icarus was 16 when he started his training. He was done basically living in the hospital wing of the tower. Apparently hydra had really taken a toll on him. Physically and mentally.

He had begged the captain to train him. But Steve had refused time and time again claiming that Icarus wasn’t ready yet.

Between recovery and asking for training, he became friends with Sam. Well, he became friends with everyone. You could even say that he became their family. But it happened with Sam the fastest. Sam took care of him from the start. He visited Icarus every day to check up on him. He helped the boy get comfortable. Icarus saw Sam as a…dad?

They would fly together almost every night. They would soar over countless buildings in New-York. They would stop on skyscrapers and talk about everything and nothing. Sam became his best friend, he became his family.

Icarus was 17 when he realised how much the Avengers truly cared about him. It was his first mission, and the Avengers were acting like overbearing mother hens. It wasn’t even a big mission, it was just to pick something up and bring it from place A to B. But due an unexpected rainstorm Icarus couldn’t fly back. He arrived hours later than he should’ve had at the meeting point.

And to say he had received an ear full about it was an understatement. For the next few days after that mission, he had heard one rant to the other. It was all the same: about how he was precious, about how bad it would be to lose him because he was their family. He was their ray of sun- no scratch that- he was their sun. He was their kid.

Icarus was 18 years and 2 months old when one of his mission went seriously wrong. Sam wasn’t there to support him in the sky. And Tony was needed on the ground. But as multiple planes left to escape, he had to go after them. There weren’t only hydra agents on those plane, but also innocent hostages. Hostages that would probably get used for the same purpose Icarus had been used for.

So he couldn’t just let the planes go. He went after the plane of which he thought was filled with hostages, but was only filled with agents. He had entered the plane just before it’s backdoor had closed. He realised his mistake as he was suddenly surrounded by a dozen men with guns.

One of the men closest to him raised his gun towards him and shot. Icarus felt a sharp prick on his neck and he already knew what was going to happen. Just before he slipped into unconsciousness, he picked up the curse words his family let out on the comms.

Icarus was 18 when he was recaptured by hydra.

Hydra had claimed they had no use for him. They already had a better reproduction of him.

But that didn’t mean that we are just going to get rid of you, no stupid demon boy. We are going to have a bit of fun with you.

Icarus was 18 years and 5 months when he lost one of the most important things of his life.

He lost of one his wings. That means that he not only lost one of his limbs, but he also lost being able to fly.

He wouldn’t be able to do the thing he loved the most, he wouldn’t be able to fly anymore.

Icarus was 18 years and 8 months old when the Avengers had to save him again from hydra. But the boy they saved wasn’t the Icarus that had been captured. He was missing something –besides from the obvious; his wing.  

From the moment Icarus had returned home, everything went just a bit worse day by day. He was unhappy, of course he was. Not only had he lost his wing, but he also had a very large scar where it used to be.

He felt terrible. He would spend almost every hour buried under the safety of his blankets in his bed. He didn’t leave his room, no matter how much his family tried to get him out.

One day Bucky entered his room, he brought some tea and breakfast with him. “Good morning, little angel…” The rest he said fell on deaf ears. Icarus had buried himself under his blankets himself.

A few seconds later felt the cold rushing over him. The bed dipped beside him, Bucky sat on the blanket so that Icarus couldn’t use them to hide anymore. But it didn’t really help much as the boy just turned his back to him, his one wing currently hiding himself.

Bucky cleared his throat. “Look, I know how much this sucks. I lost my arm, I know how it feels.” Suddenly Icarus had sat up, and was now looking at him with an angry face.

“You think you know how I feel?!” Icarus pushed him off the bed. They were now both standing with Icarus pointing a furious finger at him. “You just lost your fucking arm! I didn’t just lose my wing, no I lost the thing I loved the most! I can’t fly anymore, and you know whose fault is that?” Icarus kept walking closer and Bucky kept stepping further away from the boy.

“It’s my fault! I was overtaken by my giddiness of the mission and I got distracted, I was too overconfident.” Bucky was almost in the hallway with the way he kept backing up.

“And besides, James. You got a metal arm in return. You can still do everything!” Unlike Bucky, Icarus didn’t have another wing.

And that, had given Bucky an idea.

Icarus was 18 years and 11 months when Tony had dragged him out of his wing towards his lab. He didn’t give him any choice to struggle back, he was coming whether he wanted to or not.

Tony had covered his eyes just before they entered the lab. He had made him sit on a stool. He heard a few nervous coughs, so he knew that the other were there as well.

Tony granted his sight back after a few seconds of rambling something that Icarus was too tired to listen to.

“-and we hope you will like this…”

In front of him, on a stand, was a metal wing. It was a similar size of his own. He had thought: what is the point of a monument? But then Icarus realised that what he was seeing wasn’t just a metal wing, it was also a suit. He felt a few tears roll down his cheek and immediately afterwards felt someone’s arms going around him.

“Oh, it’s alright, angel. It’s going to be alright.” They let him cry his heart out, patiently being there for him.

It was a few days later that Icarus sat in the craftsman’s lab again. Tony was securing the many straps on his new suit. He explained him the rules of the new suit, of what it could and couldn’t do. “Now, Sam will help you fly again. He knows how the metal wing work. My advice for now is to not fly too low, or too high. You don’t want to hurt yourself.”

Icarus was 19 when he was given back the thing he loved most; being able to fly. He was able to be happy again. He picked up the nightly flights with Sam again. Sometimes staying away from the Tower until 5AM. He was almost back to his normal self; he was already back to being the most energetic member of the team, and he showed how grateful he was almost every second of the day.

This night he was sitting on a building with Sam eating his pepperoni pizza.

“You know, you’re in trouble, right?” Icarus looked up at Sam with raised eyebrows.

“These are copyrighted, and you know, I could sue you.” Sam pointed at his metal wings with a small smirk.

“Copyrighted my ass, you can’t beat the original.”

#marvel #marvel x male reader #stucky #angst with a happy ending #greek mythology #the avengers #avengers x reader #male headcanons #male reader #tony stark #bucky barnes

[fairytalesofthewind]

What are you to Azriel?

I took the liberty to add another prompt to this: 

11: Morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter.

Request are open! 

Request: anything Azriel x y/n: if you need a prompt do y/n and Az living together and cute domestic fluff

* Female reader

Word count: 1533

It was days like these your mind wandered a lot. The silent and calm days that didn’t give you another choice but to ponder about everything. The question that kept getting circled back around your head was “what exactly are you to Azriel?”

In the first place, you were his spy.

At first, you didn’t want to get involved in anything that associated with the shadowsinger. Because everything associated with him had a direct link with danger, and you have tried your entire life trying to avoid it. You have tried –and failed- to keep secrets so that you wouldn’t need to leave the fake safety net you created.

You didn’t make any friends. There was no one getting close to you because they might find out that there was something different about you. They could find out how you know certain things you shouldn’t know. They might find out how you seemed to anticipate everything around you. And they might find out about how you seemed to know everyone’s secrets and how you hid so that no one would find out yours.

But Azriel somehow managed to found you. You knew the moment he had found you of course, you had seen him coming to you in a vision. He had told you that he knew what you were, he knew that you were a Seer.

You had put yourself in situations in which he could not visit you to tell you this. You went to places you never went to out of precaution. Instead of buying your supplies at the small shops in your area, you went to the market place where it was swimming with people. Instead of always being alone you offered to keep your older neighbours company. Instead of eating alone in your apartment, you ate in the restaurants in the city.

It seemed that after a while, Azriel had lost his patience. He knew what games you playing and had have enough of them.

You were sitting at a café drinking tea when he had showed up. The weird thing was that you hadn’t seen him coming. Neither literally, nor ‘spiritually’. And that resulted in you spilling your tea over yourself.

He had handed you a few napkins and without saying anything, sat down. “I think that we both know it is time to talk.”

“I think we do need to talk yes, you should apologise for making me spill this tea over myself.” Azriel had simply responded to that with saying that it was your own fault and that you knew damn well what they should talk about. It seemed that you had really hit some nerves by avoiding him for the past couple of days.

He did give you a choice whether you were going to work for him or not. But the damage had already been done. The inner circle already knew about you. They were going to need help some day in the future and they would come to you.

You had a ‘choice’, you could join them now or later. But that hesitancy could get you deemed as an enemy. Why wouldn’t you want to help your court? You set aside your fears and decided you would join Azriel.

After that, you became his adviser.

You became the Inner Circle’s adviser. In the beginning of your employment they only came to you if it was very dire. Asking you advise about to handle certain situation with other High Lords and Ladies.

Azriel visited you if he needed intel on other Courts. You simply had to take a peek into a location he gave you on paper and you would have to describe what you would see.

And sometimes Azriel didn’t give a map and simply waited for you to have vision. Sometimes he winnowed you somewhere. The places you went to were those of important people; lords and ladies, and sometimes even a High Lord.

Eventually the Inner Circle didn’t just visit you for valuable information, they also came to you for insignificant things. It had started with Morrigan, she had waltzed into your place demanding which dress would rouse her father the most.

You were his friend.

After a while the Inner Circle wouldn’t even come up with an excuse to visit you anymore. Azriel tried to in the beginning, claiming to be asking for information that even seemed irrelevant to you. Eventually he gave up and visited you as he pleased.

You two would have late night tea parties. You would try to discuss certain things but you always seemed to drift away from serious conversations to laughing with each other.

You and Azriel built up a beautiful friendship with each other. There was a lot of trust, honesty and support for each other. And eventually also romantic love.

You told each other your secrets. Both of you seemed to have a lot of them. Azriel told you everything starting from the beginning. His upbringing with his former family and how he grew up in the Illyrian camps with his real family. He told you about Rhysand’s mother – his mother also, about how he got his powers, how he learned to fly, how he won the Blood Rite with his brothers…,

You told each other everything.

You were his family.

You had a special place in his heart, just as he did in yours. You were very important to him. Azriel caught himself thinking about you a lot. He cared about you a lot. He loved you.

You spent a lot of time with each other. You helped each other when either of you were in need. Eventually both of you realised that neither of you could go on without the other. You were each other’s family.

You were his lover.

After a lot of dancing around each other on your tiptoes, something finally happened on an ordinary day. On one of your late night tea parties.

You had spilled tea over yourself –you seemed to have a knack for that. Instead of just handing you the napkins and just standing there like the first time, Azriel helped you. He quickly helped you pull of your blouse so that the hot tea wouldn’t seep onto your skin. He used his handkerchief to wipe the tea that did manage to seep through your blouse. And after few seconds you both seemed to realise the position you were both in.

Azriel was hovering over you with his hand (and handkerchief) on your chest while you were sitting in a chair, nearly naked from the waist up. You blushed scarlet red but you didn’t do anything because you didn’t want to break this up.

Eventually Azriel leaned down slowly, giving you a silent choice. You found this choice to be easily made as you leaned up to connect your lips.

The choice of being is lover was also easily made.

You were his mate.

But of course, you had seen this coming. You had been dreaming of the night of the bond snapping into place for days before it actually happened. You were happy that Azriel didn’t live with you because you had cried a whole night out of pure happiness.

It didn’t happen in a special place. It didn’t happen at Nightfall, but rather just before that.

Azriel was coming to pick you up and fly you to The House of the Wind. You were looking behind you in the mirror as you saw him approaching from the balcony connected to your room. He walked up to you to greet you with a kiss and took a good look at you.

You tried to pick up your earrings without showing your shaking hands, but Azriel saw it anyways. He only mistook the reason for your nervousness. He thought it was because this would be your first Nightfall together, and not because of what was going to happen very soon.

As he finished putting your earrings on for you, you both took a second to look at each other in the mirror. He put his arms around you and rested his head on your shoulder. Into the mirror he gave you a smile, his expression quickly changed from loving to shocked to loving again.

It was safe to say that they were a bit later to the party than expected.

You were his wife.

You heard about how Rhysand and Feyre not only completed rituals from Prythian but also those from the mortal lands.

Azriel had thought it had sounded nice. He greeted you with ‘my lovely wife’ a lot, it was always followed with a kiss.

You were his everything.

He loved you. It was as simply as that.

And he proved it to you every day. The day started with morning kisses before either of you had really opened your eyes. Kissing blindly until your lips met in a blissful encounter. Throughout the day it was difficult to leave each other’s sight, so most of the time you don’t. And at the end of the day, you made sure to prove your love to each other by not only giving your soul and heart to each other but also your body.

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