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azeretha · 8 months
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In the middle of the night
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He didn't know how to proceed. It was already night and he had been staring at papers and evidence for several hours. It was already painful to hold his wings upright. His mate was sleeping in the next room and all he wanted to do was go lay down next to her and cuddle with her. Or maybe he would wake her up the way she likes. Gods, there were so many things he would rather be doing than what he was doing now.
"Why are not you sleeping?" he turned his head and saw his intelligent, brave, clever and of course beautiful mate standing and leaning against the door frame. Her beautiful long hair was in a bun and she also had a headband that kept all her hair out of her face. Her eyes watched him with a reprimanding look and her body. That body. Her arms were crossed and her fingernails were painted with dark blue nail polish, one of her small signs of rebellion against society and the dress code. She was wearing his black sleeping tunic and loose pants.
"All the clothes you're wearing right now are mine," he said with one corner of his lips up.
She rolled her eyes. How he adored it when she did it. "Since my dear friend prefers to spend his time with peppers, I have to find something that will hug me at least a little while I sleep," he just spread his arms in response and his companion made her way to him.
She sat on his lap and he wrapped his huge arms around her and rested his head on her shoulder. She smelled like lavender. "I'm sorry, beautiful. I just don't know how to move forward in this case. It doesn't make sense," she looked into his eyes. He showed her everything in them. Fatigue, what he felt for her and also where he would rather be. Sighing, she looked back at the papers.
"So what do we know?"
"We know?" he asked. He loved it when she said that. They were a team and they were equal.
And so he began to explain everything to her. Who. Why. What he figured out and what he didn't understand. During that time, she listened and made them coffee.
They spent hours on it. Papers were everywhere. On the couch. On the table. Even on the walls. The whole room turned into a research zone.
"It's the wife!" his chosen one screamed.
He looked at her with raised eyebrows. "How did you find out?"
She started to explain to him how she came up with it. She was running around the room and he was listening and watching her. When she finished, she turned to him and waited for his reaction.
He watched her in dumb amazement and didn't know which part of her to focus on "Why are wives so clever?"
"Because our partners will search us," she replied confidently.
"Because our husbands don't pay attention to us," she answered confidently.
Azriel stood up with all his confidence and arrogance. He approached her thoughtfully until he came to her. She didn't back down. She never backed down. “This husband and mate don't. This one admires his wife and mate and will adore her more than she can handle.”
She took a step closer to him and looked confidently into his eyes. "She can handle a lot. More than he could possibly imagine."
He took the headband off her head and let down her beautiful hair. He put them away from her right shoulder and whispered in her ear “Many people have told him that he has a great imagination. And also that he is very creative," he rolled up his tunic with his hands and pulled her close.
"Does he have any references? ,” her voice cracked. He kept hugging her hips with his hands and slowly kissed her neck.
He rolled up the tunic slowly but surely. He moved tunic from her hips to her waist until it reached the sides of her breasts. "Beauty raise your hands," she raised. The tunic fell to the ground. He looked at the woman he belonged to. Her head was proudly held high and her chin up. The long neck was a huge attraction for him. He spent hours there, hidden from the world. And then the breasts. Flat stomach and hips on which his pants barely held. He went back to those eyes. They stood there now facing each other like two rivals. Both of them were naked from the waist up and neither of them moved. They were both more than competitive.
"Together?" she asked him in that husky voice.
At the same moment, they rushed towards each other. They kissed as if they hadn't seen each other for months. Azriel picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He was holding her back and she was focusing on his neck. She was leaving marks that he belonged only to her and he adored it.
Slowly and as gently as he could, he laid her down on the carpet. "What reward does my wife want for being so intelligent?"She started pulling his pants down with her feet. "I understand." He watched her all the time and made sure to be attentive.
When he opened his eyes, he was instantly blinded by the light. At that moment, his brain started receiving stimuli. Undrawn curtains. His mate lying next to him with her bare back and hair in all directions. She was breathing calmly, which symbolized that she was still asleep. And pounding on the door. Who would… Cassian. Training. He is going to kill him.
He stood up and couldn't find his pants. And so, out of the decency that he managed to muster, he took the blanket that was thrown over the chair and wrapped it around his waist. The closer he got to the door, the more he wanted to kill his brother and make sure his body would never be found again. However, he would not want to face Nesta, so he threw this idea into the trash in his mind. He opened the door and there he stood before him. "What do you want?"
"Why didn't you come to training?" direct question.
"Because I was asleep," direct answer.
"That's what I thought when I look at you now. And why did you fall asleep?" he would like to knock that crooked smile off his face if his wife did not appear before him.
"What you want?" she looked more bored than when he once took her to practice. Right after the training, she declared to him that her weapon will remain her brain and the ability to smile at people she would rather throw into the nearest lake.
"Your dear, he didn't come to training so I came to make sure he's alright. And it looks like he is,” Azriel's thoughts about his brother's death drifted back to the main goals of the day.
His dear took a long breath and kept staring at Cassian “And?”
"And? Do you know what will happen to his body?” Cassian and his bullshit.
She looked at Azriel and he wrapped an arm around her waist in support. "Not much. But you will definitely be happy to tell me."
Cassian started throwing his arms around and she just watched him. "His body…"
"I'll stop you here. The body we're talking about and can look at is in perfect shape and it's partly thanks to me. So now this is what happens. I'll slam the door on your face and then I and my mate will be locked in this apartment for several hours. Maybe days. And this," she gave him all the documents for the work we did during the night. "You can take it to your friend Rhysand when you're so active. We will be very grateful to you. And now excuse us," she slammed the door in his face as she promised and turned back to her lover.
He gave her a proud smile. "Bed or carpet?"
"The wall."
Gods, how he loved her.
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azeretha · 1 year
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i'm dead fucking serious when I say that Kat Stratford single-handedly made me the woman I am today. she taught me that it's okay, nay, very sexy for a woman to be a bit of a cunt. a hag. a feminist killjoy. a mewling, rampallian wretch. a shrew, one might say. an icon.
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azeretha · 1 year
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I waited months for a sentence that hadn't appeared in my mind for a very long time. "God, how I miss reading." In that second, I knew that I had come back to life.
- ms. azera
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azeretha · 1 year
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“I’ve got a map in my car that wants to be used, and I think there are places we can go that need to be seen. Maybe no one else will ever visit them and appreciate them or take the time to think they’re important, but maybe even the smallest places mean something.”
Theodore Finch ( All the Bright Places )
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azeretha · 1 year
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Fenrys saw his mate for the first time
note from me: I have an idea about starting to write a smaller series about Fenrys. So I want ask you if you would be interested in this idea. If so, message me 👍, please. 
Thank you and have a nice day.
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He couldn't do it.
He just couldn't.
He just stood there like he had fallen on his head. She was... magnificent. He had no other word for her in his dictionary. She was sitting there playing chess with some Fae. Her chocolate eyes were watching the chess board the whole time. Her dark hair was tied in a bun and her eyebrows were drawn from concentration. Narrow shoulders were outstretched and slender thumbs carefully but confidently moved the figures. It was obvious that the Fae sitting across from her was just as interested in her as he was, but she didn't show it. The only thing she was interested in was the board. A black tunic covered her neck, but the sleeves were rolled up, which allowed her forearms to be seen. She had a silver watch on her right hand and a silver ring on the index finger of her left hand.
People started clapping around the room. Fae recovered and started cursing, but he gave her his hand as an equal opponent. Her expression only changed at three points. The perfect brows were released. The features of her face returned to their original state and one corner of her lips moved up. She held Fae's hand for a few seconds. And with a final round of applause, she put on her long black coat, threw a brown leather bag over her shoulder, and went out with all her self-confidence.
And then it happened. She looked up for a second. Nothing appeared in her eyes. No emotions. And just as her coat and small strands of her hair were blown through the door by the wind, so was the scent of lavender with small pieces of rosemary and thyme. Such an unexpected scent for such an unusual person.
He knew he had a problem. And even though she had no way of knowing, it was clear that if she said yes just once, he would belong only to her.
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azeretha · 1 year
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I need a new book written by John Green. 
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azeretha · 1 year
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men will never truly understand alaska young, aza holmes, ladybird, sylvia plath, cigarettes, lana del rey, marianne sheridan, saviour complex, the bell jar, iced coffee, gilmore girls, paris geller, oversized sweaters, normal people, sally rooney, tote bags, messy buns, rotting in bed, heart shaped glasses, phoebe bridgers, are you satisfied?, fleabag,
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azeretha · 1 year
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What is your biggest fear?
To fall in love.
Why?
Because people are bad.
- ms. azera
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azeretha · 1 year
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thinking about how ive become a combined catastrophe of alaska young and aza holmes
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azeretha · 1 year
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men will never truly understand alaska young, aza holmes, ladybird, sylvia plath, cigarettes, lana del rey, marianne sheridan, saviour complex, the bell jar, iced coffee, gilmore girls, paris geller, oversized sweaters, normal people, sally rooney, tote bags, messy buns, rotting in bed, heart shaped glasses, phoebe bridgers, are you satisfied?, fleabag,
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azeretha · 2 years
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who i want to be?
this is a question i have been asking myself for so many years.
creator?
friend?
lover?
daughter?
professor?
student?
and i still can not answer this question. but i think the point of life is figuring out who you want to be. am i right?
- ms. azera
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azeretha · 2 years
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i want to be that rebellious wise girl.
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azeretha · 2 years
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what if: euphoria character
smoking cigarettes
stay in bedroom for few days
going on parties just because of free alcohol
playing on guitar and writing new songs
angry issues
nerd
mathematics
don't really into relationships
loves spending time on the beach and staring at the stars
hates gossips, gossipers and all drama
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azeretha · 2 years
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what if: John Green's character
reading
sleeping
finding new places
wondering
mysteries
smart but not interested in school
coffee, coffee, coffee
classic books
water
messy hair and actually a whole messy lifestyle
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azeretha · 2 years
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just list
moodboard
violet markey
the silent assassins
what if ( is my pov, what would i do in that world)
john green's character
euphoria character
fan fiction
Fenrys
You are Fenrys’s mate (fluff)
Fenrys saw his mate for the first time
Azriel
In the middle of the night
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azeretha · 2 years
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violet markey from all the bright places
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azeretha · 2 years
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John Green; Paper Towns
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