#(( thank you for the ask! ))

[pouralaura]

I wanted to ask you this because I adore your Tav and how you write Raphael. Seriously I can’t get enough of them together. ♥️

We all talk about finding Raphael’s diary, but what if he found Tav’s? Tav who’s all prideful and teases him, acts like they’re not interested in him. Keeps their guard up, ya know? But he snatches up their diary and uncovers that they are anything but uninterested…

Basically just constant gushing, all of those embarrassing, obsessed, horny thoughts written down that Tav would rather die than admit to. ESPECIALLY to Raphael.

Thank you so much for the kind words! I love to write em mutually obsessed in the worst way. down so bad. 24/7 gross about each other.

here's a little something

--

Tav is out.

She's traipsing about with her companions (far less interesting than she; nuisances toward whom Raphael simply can't help his indifference) around the city, so it's a perfect time to do a bit of reconnaissance. Normally he'd demand this of Korrilla, but he is quite fond of Tav.

And sending Korrilla into Tav's private rooms at the Elfsong won't be quite enough this time. Some clients require a more personal touch -- more exclusive scrutiny.

(And, if he happens to find a delicious little morsel during his perusal through Tav's personal items, perhaps all the better.)

...Also helpful to have his little warlock downstairs to keep watch, just in case his target returns unexpectedly.

So: yes, Tav is out, and Raphael is in. He's poofed into her little bedroom, surveyed her meager possessions, and found...

...what has he found? Not much. Some emptied bottles and a wine glass that ought to be washed, a few books here and there in various states of being read, some dirtied laundry (but in a literal sense, not really what he's looking for).

There is, however, a small leather-bound volume on Tav's nightstand. Unassuming. Perhaps a journal.

He flips open to the most recent page, half-full of Tav's blocky print, and he discovers he's correct. Her writing is smudged inelegantly where he presumes she's rested the heel of her hand against the paper as she moves along. It's poor penmanship. Raphael tuts in disappointment.

But then he takes in the actual content of the page, and...

It's quite the discovery.

Oh, there's no mention of illithids anywhere. No reference to the Astral Plane, or their travels along the Sword Coast beyond a few landscape details. Not even a single acknowledgement of the long-awaited death of Ketheric Thorm.

No, it's something else entirely.

Her language is tentative and blushing at first, but grows more and more lewd as the paragraphs wind on. Such a hard-headed woman -- it's not a compliment -- headstrong and obstinate, keen and incisive...and she might as well have written a name in looping cursive surrounded by hearts all over these pages.

But what name? A lover from her past? Surely not one of her little friends.

Who is this man, who's clearly enchanted her so thoroughly? Tav writes of warm brown eyes and curls she'd like to touch and oh she knows he's absolutely fucking packing under those ugly-ass trousers --

Positively troglodytic language from his favorite little mouse. Raphael scoffs. How curious he is now to uncover the source of her more basal fantasies (aspersions cast on attire clearly notwithstanding). He flips another page, and scans the contents he finds.

Something tells me that man likes the sound of his own name more than anything. I'd say it all he wanted if I could have his mouth on me.

Raphael tastes iron and brimstone as he bites down on his tongue. His piercing gaze darts to the opposite page.

Would hate to stifle his sinful voice, though, even with it between my legs. Wonder if he'd sound the same with his cock buried so far in me he'd cum out my damn nose -- "Little mouse", he'd groan for me --

...

The devil blinks.

Well, well, well.

So it's he whom the hero of the story fancies so intensely, is it, now? Usually so quick to brush him off, to turn up her nose at his delivery...but ah, how her writing contradicts her demeanor. What a find. What a delight. Raphael's shit-eating grin nearly rivals his erection in size. (Also, yes, he's obviously packing; the little mouse is entirely correct. As if he'd glamour himself a small human cock.)

But he's not able to bask in this delicious revelation for long, as he feels the press of Korrilla's signature sending spell at the edge of his mind, signaling Tav's return to the inn. Much as he'd love to read more -- perhaps alongside a glass of wine, a hot bath, and the willing, pliant flesh of his pretty incubus (in the form of the Archduchess tonight, he thinks, as his cock aches) -- it's time to vacate the premises.

Carefully he replaces the leather-bound volume on Tav's bedside table exactly as he'd found it, snaps his fingers, and he's gone in a puff of smoke and glittering sparks. As if he'd never been there at all.

--

It's not a week later when he sees her again at the Caress, come to ask another question and draw out her inevitable agreement to his terms once again.

(He's in no hurry. He's not the one with a ticking time bomb in his pretty mortal head.)

It's not until she gets up to leave, her little friends in tow --

"See you later, Raphael."

-- that he makes his move. Stands with them as is polite, sweeps around elegantly to Tav's side as she follows her companions to the door.

Raphael places a hand delicately at the small of her back, giving her pause. Leans in close to her ear, pitching his voice low:

"How I do love the sound of my name more than almost anything else, little mouse. Particularly when it comes from your mouth."

Fingertips drift down further, tracing the line of Tav's hip to a point between decent and indecent -- the lightest of touches; almost-but-not-quite a caress. Raphael watches a flush travel from the apples of the mouse's cheeks down her neck, its trail further hidden by the unfortunately high line of her leather armor.

He thinks he's got her, but then she looks up to meet his eyes, and there's laughter behind her gaze as she delivers her line and exits stage left.

"The quilting on your trousers is ugly as all the Hells."

The devil is left bereft of words as Tav skips off to join the vampling and the Selunite at the door, casting one last (heated? mocking? both?) glance back at him. A wink in exchange for the sneering curl of his lip -- a rose for his thorns; a thorn for his roses.

But his scorn melts into a smirk when she disappears from sight. If it's more than a bit fond, who's to say?

He does love it when his clients put up a fight.

Perhaps he'll bring her to her knees in more ways than one. Give her an eyeful of the expensive quilting she seems to despise so passionately.

#laura's writing #raphael bg3 #raphael x tav #bg3 raphael #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #anon ask #prompt request #thank you for the ask! #had half a mind to write him panty-snatching but that's not very lawful evil of him is it

[poisonheadcrabsalesman]

stumpy. stumpy. perhaps. chief (and a friend of your choice if you want!) watching a meteor shower. please.

Ephemeral

She knows the Mjonir's camera fidelity is high, that its night-vision and low light modes are the highest tech available, but that doesn't stop her from wondering what the night sky looks like to the human eye. What it truly feels like to see the wondrous natural phenomena of a meteor shower unaided.

She knows what it looks like to her: Inky indigo-black speckled with lights above the harsh silhouettes of Zeta Halo's flora and geography. Flashes, mere moments to humans and a small eternity for her to study the meteors' trajectories and potential chemical composition.

She knows that all it is is debris burning up in the Ring's atmosphere. That the event itself is cosmically insignificant, and that the meteoroids are just dust and ice and gas flickering out. Echoes of a comet coming to their end, or rather changing into something new. Ephemeral.

She knows all these things, and yet… Watching them is exhilarating. It's peaceful. The soft vocalizations of the humans near her, near Chief, provide her with context and a sense of something more. A familiarity resonating deep within her core. Humans often stared up at the stars together and wondered. She thinks Chief probably did at one point too. For now, he tilts his helmet for her and lets the outer patrols take care of the watch.

Fernando is next to Chief with the marines spread out around Fob Hotel. He was the reason she was able to cajole Chief into sitting still long enough to watch. His frowning countenance and her own pleas for something new after so long underground, with only cylixes to talk to, wore the big guy down.

They were learning how to twist his arm, and he didn't put up much of a fight. He was calmer. Without having to dig, she could see his vitals evening out. There was still a tension in how he held himself. Ready to react, never fully disengaged, and it wore on him. She was still so new but time and experience with Chief was showing her the grooves he had worn into himself.

Fernando helped. He was an unstoppable force of worry and civilian reasoning in the face of the most stubborn, immovable Spartan alive. He was so human that it reminded Chief of his own humanity.

She knows they need each other. That's why she nudges Chief and silences proximity alerts when Fernando starts leaning against him. Their pilot yawns but stays quiet. He makes a valiant effort to keep watching, but humans have a hard time resisting the siren call of sleep when they feel safe.

She knows this. She knows this moment is just like the meteor shower. Ephemeral.

#my writing #asks #thank you for the ask! #The Weapon #John 117 #Echo 216 #halo fanfic #Fernando Esparza #fionnaskyborn

[mywaywardcupcake]

omgggg yugi with the nonbinary flag!!!

You’s non-biney Yug’? Dat’s cool.

#yugi mutou #yugi muto #nonbinary #cupcake art #ok but like yugi was perfect for this palette! #already walking around repping these colors #also today is YUGI’S BIRTHDAY! #thank you for the ask! #also could not decide if I liked OGish hair or a more stylized version better #so you get both #you are a gift to this fandom for your yugi drawings btw #absolutely amazing

[leslutdepointedulac]

hello! “ why do you hate me? ” and louis :) thank youuu

Lestat stares at Louis for a moment, then rises to his feet and moves across the salon to stand behind him. He leans down, draping his arms over his shoulders and plays with a loose thread on his sweater, his chin resting on top of his head. 

“Why do you hate me?” Lestat huffs, his tone reminding Louis of a child when they get frustrated about not getting their own way. 

Louis makes a sound of disbelief and lowers his book onto his lap. “When did I tell you I hated you?” He tries to turn his head to look up at Lestat, but the weight of his chin resting on him prevents him from doing so. 

“What do you mean, when did you say that? You just said it less than a minute ago.” 

Louis opens his mouth to reply but closes it again and raises a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. “That’s not what I said, Lestat. Not once did I tell you I hated you, I only said that I’d think about going into Paris, but that you shouldn’t get your hopes up.” 

“Exactly.” 

“That’s not the same thing.” 

Lestat shifts with a disgruntled noise, so that his head is now resting on Louis’ shoulder, his fiddling with the loose thread is ceased when Louis puts the book to one side and takes his hands. He twists the ring on Lestat’s left hand while holding his other hand up to his heart with their fingers interlocked. 

“I thought you needed to get the newcomers settled in.” 

“I did that earlier.” Lestat says. 

“Have you dealt with that petty conflict between those two fledglings?” 

“Of course, I did that last night.” 

“And you’ve gone to have that talk with Marius about those new regulations?” Silence. “Lestat, have you spoken with Marius yet?” Lestat makes a noise that Louis takes as a ‘no’. “You really need to talk to him, those regulations need to be sorted sooner rather than later, you know that.” 

Lestat groans and buries his face in Louis’ shoulder. “But he takes about two hours to go over something that should only take less than one hour.” His voice comes out muffled from where he’s hidden himself in the folds of Louis’ sweater. 

“He’s being thorough, you can’t just pass over it like it’s nothing.”

“Well his idea of being thorough is to see how long he can drone on for before I die of boredom.” 

Louis sighs, though it’s full of fondness with a hint of his amusement. “Don’t be so dramatic, you can’t even die.” 

“I might, if I have to listen to any more of Marius’ boring tangents.” 

A laugh escapes Louis and he releases Lestat’s left hand to reach up and tangle his fingers through his hair. Lestat relishes the touch for a moment, then raises his head to press his forehead to Louis’ temple. 

“I just want to spend some time with you for the night.”

Louis turns his head to face Lestat, making him draw back slightly so they can properly face each other. He looks at Lestat, who gazes back at him with what Daniel would probably describe as ‘Puss in Boots’ eyes. Louis can’t help but smile softly back at him and lifts both hands to gently sweep his hair from his eyes and cup his face. 

“I’ll make you a deal,” he starts, his smile growing when Lestat’s eyes brighten up. “We can stay here for another half an hour, let’s say, and then you go and find Marius. . . don’t give me that look. . . you go and find Marius, sort out those regulations and then we can spend the rest of the night together, doing whatever you like. Within reason. Does that sound fair?” 

Lestat pretends to think about it and then sighs, feigning resignation. “I suppose that’s acceptable.” He straightens up and comes around to the front of the sofa, where he sinks down beside Louis and lies with his feet propped up on his lap. “Go on then, start reading. I’ve only got thirty minutes before you kick me out.” 

He’s met with a disapproving look, though it’s only mocking, before Louis picks up his book again and opens it back to the page he was previously on. Every so often, having to place a hand on Lestat’s ankles to stop him from moving, after almost getting kicked in the face from his shifting. 

Those thirty minutes fly by for Lestat and before he knows it, he's counting down the seconds until he can go back to his husband for some well deserved time together.

#thank you for the ask! #what's this?! me writing something that isn't sad for once 🫢 #i did think about it tbh but then i decided to do something cute instead #also i'm just assuming you meant lestat and louis #i hope that's right lmao #louis de pointe du lac #lestat de lioncourt #loustat #vampire chronicles #tvc #vc fic #vc fanfic #my vc fics #my vampire chronicles

[itzzaira]

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

"Raph, come on-"

"Yesterday all you had for breakfast was an apple." Raphael said through gritted teeth, this close to hitting that idiot brother of his, but somehow still managing to keep it together. "Which- fine. The other Mikey was dying. Fair enough. Then you skipped lunch. And dinner. And breakfast today! It's NOON."

He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes, voice dripping with anger. "You are eating a sandwich. You can choose if you do so yourself or if I have to shove it down your throat for you."

"..." Donatello sighed. Raphael may sound angry, but he knew the older brother was more worried than anything. Food just... hadn't been on his mind. Still wasn't. But if it would ease his worries... "Alright." He relented. He thanked the other for the sandwiches and grabbed one. Raphael visibly looked relieved, and let his shoulders relax.

The genius took a bite, before remembering... his counterpart had been with him that whole time. So if Donatello hadn't eaten... Donnie hadn't either. "Other me?" He turned around. The soft shell was still reading something on his phone, looking... odd. Hm. "Don't you want one?"

"No thank you." Donnie didn't even look up from the screen, and wrote something down.

"..." the two brothers stared at each other, before Raphael grabbed another sandwich, thanked the person for their kind offer, and stomped over to where Donnie was. Donatello winced, but didn't stop him.

Different version of him or not... to Raphael, that was still a Donnie who needed to be reminded he wasn't a robot.

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt fanart #tmnt donnie 2012 #tmnt raph 2012 #rottmnt donnie #the wrong side of the portal #tmnt fandom family reunion #tmnt fanfiction #I apologize I didn't want to retrace everything on Ibis Paint again qwq #thank you for the ask!

[rampantram]

Would Lamb like listening to Narinder's heartbeat and vice versa?

I would say so~

As for vice versa..

#thank you for the ask! #art #my art #cult of the lamb #narilamb #cw suggestive

[pokeberry5]

Hi for doodle request, can I see Tim showing Damian pictures he took before being Robin?

i got carried away thinking about them

the reality lol:

i think it'd be funny if what finally brought them together is damian gaining a grudging respect for tim when he learns about the obsessive lengths tim went to in the lead up to his assumption of the robin title and tim realizing he's found a fellow devoted dick grayson admirer (just-nightwing admirers and dick-grayson-friends don't count)

bonus:

they're both fanatics

the panel is from new titans #60

#i found a muji gel pen imitation for procreate and i am truly living my best life #its free by artofwendyxu on kofi! #sart #damian wayne #tim drake #dc #asks #alfred the cat i did my best... #long post #ish #tim is like oh my god damian also immediately recognized dick??? maybe he is chill.... #THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!

[mommyclaws]

if not already done, what's Ravenpaw's reaction to Tigerclaw being the new kittypet's mentor?

love your art btw!

Thank youuu! I don’t have the energy to finish this but the wips i had get the point across

Shortly after the sunningrocks battle, Ravenpaw requests to become a medic apprentice. He saw how Spottedleaf stood up for him and that Tigerclaw obeys her, it felt like his only hope for protection. Since Tigerclaw just lost his apprentice after fighting so bravely, Bluestar feels the need to reward him by giving him a new one as soon as possible- aka, Firepaw.

Fire and Raven are on good terms. Firepaw’s blind eagerness to impress and Tigerclaw’s rough, violent training often leave him in the medicine den with mild injuries, where Ravenpaw gets lots of medical practice caring for him. He’s intelligent, kind, and more welcoming than the other apprentices, and Firepaw appreciates it. Though he can’t help but wonder why he seems so jumpy around him…

Ravenpaw is terrified and guilty. He sees how much Fire looks up to his mentor but he’s too scared for his safety to say anything. The rest of the clan has grown a generally negative opinion of him, because how they see it, Ravenpaw experienced a single battle and then became this paranoid, jumpy mess. He looks cowardly, like he was running away from life as a warrior. Tigerclaw has threatened him and now his tarnished reputation makes him seem unreliable. No one truly understands his truama- except for Spottedleaf. She and Tigerclaw have a bit of history in this au (read here if interested!), so even if she doesn’t know what happened to Redtail, she knows that Tigerclaw is turning out like his own mentor and tries to keep a careful eye on his apprentices, hoping she can keep them on the right path. Spottedleaf can see how terrified Ravenpaw is of him, and even without an omen from Starclan, she accepted Ravenpaw as her apprentice to protect him.

#Thank you for the ask! #Mentor Tiger Au #ravenpaw #infodump tag #warrior cats

[hasello]

What would Mikey and orange think about meeting a cardinal cat yokai? Like he tallll. Fangs and claws are pretty terrifying...

How do you think they’d name him? 🤔

Also! It was about a caracal cat of course, it was corrected in another ask! 🫶🏻

#tmnt #hamato family #cousins au #comic #teenage mutant ninja turtles #digital #art #hamato michelangelo #hamato donatello #leonardo hamato #thank you for the ask! #❤️❤️ #mikeys and their love for cats #also no they don’t know what objection means

[exculis]

SUPER BOOP

see guys? we still have a boop button. it is called the 'ask' button. and you can boop any style you want

#thank you for the ask! #answered #Anonymous

[cor-lapis]

do you still do art requests?

if so can you draw furina having the time of her life in the Cats Tail, i just KNOW her and diona would get along amazingly

I think that Furina deserves to use her Fontaine taxpayer funded state pension to travel to Mondstadt and have a great time at the cat cafe there (without any fatui harbingers in the vicinity)

#let her pet the cats!!! #venti is there because I want them to meet. but he is suffering #not one but two archons sentenced to death in her presence.... #thank you for the ask! #and merry belated christmas + happy new year PJ! #pj-was-here #ask #genshin impact #venti #furina #diona #my art

[ricky-mortis]

hi, ricky. i love your art style, and the way you do the lines is so cool! could you please draw duke keane from hatchetfield?

Howdy! Thank you so much, oh my goodness! Of course I can draw some more Duke for ya! He’s one of my favorite Hatchetfield characters, and criminally, i’ve only drawn him a few times.

Have a doodle page! <3

#truly THE guy ever #can’t not feel shrimp emotions when thinking about him #drawing Duke is so much fun #(says the person who thinks drawing ANY Curt Mega character is fun) #thank you for the ask! #I’m really trying to get better at responding to these #I have a lot of em in my inbox that I’ve really been meaning to get to #yall are just such lovely people and I hate to make you wait #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #duke keane #nightmare time #nightmare time 2 #Curt mega #nightmare time 3 #I’m soooo nervous (and excited!) for nmt 3- I just KNOW holloween is going to murder me dead #Starkid #team starkid #killer track #my art #asks

[stars-of-mirage]

This is for MewTwo “is it just me or do you have bandages on? Really reminds me of another MewTwo in another universe which SHE lives with Ash Ketchum”

Yes, my Mewtwo has bandages on...but not for the same reason as @xxtc-96xx 's Newtwo has them.

Thank you @xxtc-96xx for allowing me to use your characters for this ask XD

Thank you so much for the question, @moonandfriends !

Newtwo (their version), Mewtwo (their version), Huey, and Pigment belong to @xxtc-96xx

Feel free to ask questions (more information HERE!)

#moonandfriends #xxtc 96xx #mewtwo #newtwo #huey #pigment #babytwo #commewnity #pokemon #ask #thank you for the ask! #celebi of aus

[leslutdepointedulac]

Armand/Louis: “ why did you help me? ”

For context, this is set shortly after Louis first arrives at Trinity Gate and follows my fanon idea that he moves in after (and because of) the events of Merrick.

Armand sits with his back against Louis’ chest, as they watch the fire blazing in comfortable silence. He releases a content sigh at the sensation of Louis running his long fingers through his hair, and places a hand over the arm which is draped across him. Just as he starts to close his eyes, the movements falter and he feels Louis take a shuddered breath from behind him. 

“Something’s the matter.” It’s not a question, Armand knows when Louis is feeling troubled. He doesn’t receive a response right away, so he switches to speaking in his mind instead, hoping that maybe it will encourage him to speak if it’s not out loud.

Talk to me, Louis. I can’t bear to see you suffer, I can help. 

There’s another pause before Louis finally speaks, though he says the words out loud. “Why did you help me?” 

A frown comes over Armand’s expression and he chooses to go back to talking aloud, sensing that’s what Louis feels most comfortable with right now. “I don’t think I understand, beloved.” 

“You accepted me into your home, with the children. You’ve allowed me to stay here with you all, despite the responsibility you knew you were taking on. You didn’t have to, and yet you did.” 

Armand sits up straight and turns to face him, his frown only deepening when he sees the distant look in Louis’ eyes, as he stares off into the flames. “Of course I did. Did you think I would turn you away, that I would leave you alone to your pain?” 

He studies him carefully, watching as Louis continues to gaze ahead before going on in a gentle voice. “Louis, look at me. No, I didn’t have to let you stay but I did because I know what you’re going through. I knew you’d be better off here than anywhere else, as did Lestat; he entrusted me to keep you safe because he knew this is what’s best. We’ve both been where you are now and neither of us can stand to see you hurt. You’re here because I made him a promise, which I intend to keep, but most importantly, you’re here because my love for you won’t allow me to have it any other way.” 

A silence falls between them, with Armand peering at Louis, praying he takes his words and feels the purity of his love blazing through them. 

Louis blinks at him slowly with an almost feline quality, then he gives him a subtle nod in acceptance. His thoughts are open to Armand, and rather loud, with feelings of guilt and sorrow that he’d ever doubted him and his intentions. 

In an attempt to prevent any further spiralling from Louis, Armand stands and heads over to the bookcase which sits to the left of the fireplace. He selects a book before heading back to the sofa and settling beside Louis again, opening to the first page and holding an arm out to give Louis the chance to nestle in if he wishes. 

Louis complies, his head resting against Armand’s, and lets the calming sound of his voice wash over him as he’s read to.

#thank you for the ask! #this could follow on from my other fic that i did about louis' reason for moving to tg #i just really love this era 🤧 #one day i'll do something from tg days that aren't sad lmao #louis de pointe du lac #armand #loumand #vampire chronicles #tvc #vc fic #vc fanfic #my vc fics #my vampire chronicles

[2aceofspades]

just been thinking about that trailer for Dark Phoenix where Scott asks Charles, “Tell me what to do, Charles, just tell me what to do!” And Charles just reacts, “I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO!” And now I can’t help but picture an argument similar to this between Leo and Raph during a really tense, dire mission lol

Oh?

Hm.

...

...

(:

#ace answers #acey doodles #wrong fabricated time branch #i was given a prompt and way too much power with this one.. #i regret nothing #hope i did this quote/moment justice #thank you for the ask! #:)

[prythianpages]

Ohhhh would you ever write more about the witch reader x az. I loved it! I want to see feyres reaction :)

I might! I think I'd be open to making it like a series/au bc witch reader x Az makes me so soft 🥰 and I'm currently obsessed with the song that inspired it bc the song is so beautiful and whimsical and makes me wish I could experience a love like that

if you haven't read the original imagine, you can find it here.

here is a small drabble of feyre's reaction 😊 :

When you and Azriel return to the river house, Feyre is in the sitting room. She's lightly bouncing an agitated Nyx, who teethes at a cool wash cloth. "I know, baby," she coos at the infant.

Her blue-gray eyes are on you as soon as you enter and they light up when she notices Azriel's hands are ungloved and one of them is holding on to yours, fingers intertwined with another.

"How was the trip?" She asks, her lips curling up into a knowing smile.

"It was fine."

"She almost cursed Eris."

You're turning to Azriel with a playful glare and his wings twitch in response, his usual stoic demeanor now much lighter and Feyre knows it's all because of you. "It could've been a nice little hex that'd make his eyebrows fall off, you know. Just something to get him off his high horse."

Feyre laughs at the image that comes to mind. "I hope Eris didn't give you much trouble?"

"He shot an arrow through Azriel's hand."

"No."

You and Azriel exchange another look, missing the way Feyre's eyes grew distant for a brief moment.

**

They're holding hands! Feyre nearly screams into Rhysand's mind and he can feel all her excitement and joy through the bond.

He's sitting outside by one of the tables in their garden with Cassian and Mor on either side of him. If it were up to him, he'd be inside by his wife. But it was her who had kicked him outside, not wanting to overwhelm Azriel and you. "Out you busybodies!" She had exclaimed as she ushered them all out of the house.

"Hey, Cas," he grins. "You owe me twenty coins."

Cassian nearly spits out his lemonade. "What?" He sputters with wide eyes. Mor leans forward in her seat.

Rhysand then shows them the image Feyre had send him. It's of you and Azriel bickering and fussing over one another like an old married couple.

"Let's just call it even." Cassian insists, setting his cup down. "I am the one who got rid of all the dandelion root from her apothecary shop."

"Hey! Don't take all the credit. I am the one who kept her distracted!" Mor cuts in, dramatically throwing her hands in the air. "And also the one who kept Azriel from suspecting anything when Feyre had asked for an escort. Do you know how hard it is to sneak things around those two?"

"Thank you, Mor. Your hard work is much appreciated here," Rhysand says, his grin growing wider as he rises from his seat, knowing it'd only irritate Cassian further.

He catches the glare Cassian sends his way. "20 coins," Rhysand reminds him, holding his hand out expectantly.

"In a way," Cassian begins, not wanting to accept his loss. "I helped you win the bet!"

"That's not my problem." Rhysand replies with a smug shrug.

Cassian grumbles and digs into his pocket. He throws all twenty coins at Rhysand's face, who easily intercepts them with a wave of his hand. They fall gracefully into the palm of his hand instead.

Mor laughs as she also rises from her seat. Twenty coins is nothing to them. It's barely enough to buy a cheap bottle of wine.

Cassian follows shortly after, the three of them scurrying inside and wanting to catch a glimpse of you and Azriel holding hands in person. Although, they find you nestled on the couch with baby Nyx in your lap. You rub the elixir you had made earlier over Nyx's gums, smiling when you feel the babe relax in your arms, as you tell Feyre all about your venture earlier.

Azriel is seated on the armest of the couch right next to you, cutting into your story when he deems necessary. Everyone takes note of the way his hand is resting on the small of your back and one of his wings instinctively curls around your smaller form. They also take note of the lingering scent of your bond in the air, stronger now that you both have acknowledged the bond. Cedar and lavender.

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a/n: I considered the whole Nyx being in pain to be a lie, a glamor made by Feyre to trick reader into having to go scavenge for dandelion root but decided it was better to just have Cassian and Mor be sneaky instead :)

#azriel drabble #azriel imagine #azriel x reader #azriel x witch!reader #az!dandelions #thank you for the ask!